Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 35

Zhenya gently circled Kwon Taekjoo’s glans while lowering his own zipper. Zhenya’s massive erection burst forth, protruding through his fly. He pressed the massive flesh, which looked too big for one hand, against Kwon Taekjoo’s penis and rubbed them together. Kwon Taekjoo gasped, swallowing a sharp breath.

“……!”

Just then, another knock sounded from outside.

“Mr. Im?”

Sergei’s voice was laced with questions. Kwon Taekjoo snapped back to attention and pushed Zhenya away. The more he pushed, the more Zhenya pressed his body even closer, refusing to allow even a struggle. Kwon Taekjoo was repeatedly, helplessly crushed between the tightly locked window and Zhenya.

Zhenya wildly rubbed his rapidly expanding erection against Kwon Taekjoo’s pelvis and erect penis. The coarse pubic hair brushing against his delicate skin triggered a subtle, excruciating sensation. Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks trembled violently.

“Ugh… uh…”

His upper body slowly crumbled. His head kept drooping. Zhenya didn’t even allow that. He gripped Kwon Taekjoo’s chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. Zhenya watched Kwon Taekjoo, who was struggling to frown, then slowly licked his own lips. Zhenya’s penis, in the meantime, stood proudly erect, boasting its unique majesty. Its curved tip looked hard enough to pierce anything.

The pulsating flesh, constantly opening and closing, slowly parted the center of his scrotum and thrust in. Kwon Taekjoo moaned softly at the unfamiliar sensation, his brows furrowing. A satisfied smile spread across Zhenya’s lips. Zhenya licked a long, hot trail up the side of Kwon Taekjoo’s face with his tongue. His blue eyes overflowed with raw lust.

By then, he seemed to have forgotten what he was even trying to do by pinning Kwon Taekjoo down. Every time Zhenya’s uneven veins on his erection scraped against Kwon Taekjoo’s penis, it violently twitched. Zhenya intentionally pressed their two penises together harder, raking Kwon Taekjoo with his veins and tendons. With the overflowing pre-ejaculate, his hand quickly became slick. A wet, squishing sound echoed with every upward and downward movement of his hand.

A sudden urge to ejaculate left his entire groin aching. Kwon Taekjoo covered his mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. His vision repeatedly flipped, triggering a faint dizziness. All the heat in his body rapidly converged towards his core. Something that had been vibrating throughout his entire body finally exploded white at the tip of his penis.

“…Auuugh.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s eyes squeezed shut. His brow was deeply furrowed. A muffled groan and rough exhales simultaneously poured into the double-covered palm over his mouth. Zhenya calmly watched Kwon Taekjoo’s flushed face, then wildly thrust his penis against the inside of his dense thighs. His relatively smooth skin chafed fiercely, burning as if its outer layer was being peeled away. However, in the severe aftermath of ejaculation, he had no strength left to resist.

Just then.

“Are you alright? I’m coming in.”

Sergei flung the door open. He entered without hesitation, then stopped, startled by the strange sight before him. Kwon Taekjoo was half-perched on the windowsill. Zhenya stood before him, personally tidying his clothes. Due to the nature of the room’s unopenable windows, heat and a subtle, acrid scent lingered in the air. A peculiar tension flowed between the two men standing so close.

Zhenya turned to Sergei, displaying a business smile.

“Please come in. I was just here to borrow a book.”

He babbled his excuse, grabbing a random book from the bed. Then, saying “Well then,” he simply left the room. Just before the door completely closed, their eyes met. Zhenya gave Kwon Taekjoo a significant, sly grin. He wanted to hit him right then and there.

He glared at the closing door for a long time, until Sergei cleared his throat, reminding him of his presence. Only then did he get down from the windowsill and approach him.

“What’s the matter?”

“Ah, well, actually…”

Sergei tried to say something, then closed his mouth again. His gaze was now fixed on Kwon Taekjoo’s crotch. Following his gaze, Kwon Taekjoo looked down, his eyes wide. His pants zipper was undone.

Damn it. He had assumed Zhenya, in his courteous tidying, would have pulled it up first, but he had been too complacent. Zhenya’s smirking face as he left the room flashed before his eyes. He cursed him inwardly and frantically pulled up his zipper. But then Sergei abruptly grabbed his hand. To Kwon Taekjoo, who was staring at him in stunned silence, Sergei whispered meaningfully,

“Actually, I have an item under my management. Everyone who’s someone in Russia these days is very interested in it. They say it’ll fetch any price if it’s put on the market. I’d like to hear Mr. Im’s expert opinion on whether that hunk of metal is truly worth that much. What do you think? It’s not a common item you can see anytime.”

Sergei’s bedroom had a total of three doors. The first door, located at the end of the corridor; the second door, which appeared after following a long passage adorned with paintings; and the two sliding doors that separated the bed area from the sitting room. Each of these doors required fingerprint and iris recognition. Security cameras were installed at one-foot intervals, monitoring every move of those who entered. It made him wonder what they were hiding so meticulously inside.

Sergei personally slid open the last sliding door on both sides. The inner space was quite wide. The circular bed in the center was large enough for ten people to lie on. A leopard print fur rug stretched long over the nearly purple silk sheets. It was a hide that was at least 4 meters long. Each strand of fur seemed alive. Its yellowish eyes gleamed. Could one really sleep with something like that underneath them? The tastes of those with too much money were truly unfathomable.

The room even had a spacious bathroom attached. The layout overtly suggested intentions for debauchery.

Kwon Taekjoo circled the bed, aware of the secret space behind it. According to the cross-section, a considerably spacious hidden room existed there.

“Would you care for a drink? I have some fine Scotch whisky.”

Sergei offered him a drink. His tone had changed as soon as they entered the bedroom. His gaze as he surveyed Kwon Taekjoo also became more explicit. He readily accepted the glass offered to him. White powder, not yet melted, was visible around the ice cubes. It was an obvious trick, so he merely pretended to sip it.

Sergei walked past Kwon Taekjoo to the bed. Then, he leisurely leaned back and meticulously scrutinized Kwon Taekjoo. It was as if he were an item displayed in a showroom. His gaze, sticky as it trailed from head to toe, was simply unpleasant. He put down the barely-touched glass on a nearby table.

“Where is the item you mentioned?”

“So impatient. There’s no rush, is there? The night is long.”

Sergei narrowed his eyes slyly. As a drop of whisky trickled down the glass, he even licked it with his thick tongue. Kwon Taekjoo turned his head, uncomfortable watching. In the meantime, Sergei gulped down the remaining drink and stood up. Then, looking directly at Kwon Taekjoo, he began to undress one layer at a time.

He flung off his shirt and took a step, then pulled down his pants and took another step closer. In no time, he was naked except for a pair of briefs. The distance between them had also closed, so much so that Sergei’s panting breath reached Kwon Taekjoo’s neck.

Kwon Taekjoo quietly gritted his teeth and simply endured. Sergei deliberately slid his hand around Kwon Taekjoo’s waist and walked behind him. Then, suddenly, he pulled Kwon Taekjoo into a tight embrace. He squeezed Kwon Taekjoo’s chest, prominent through his shirt, as if to burst it, then released, and smoothly stroked down to his flat abdomen.

He took a breath, staring into the distant air. They say patience three times wards off murder. He was trying his best to endure when something hard touched his thigh. The distinct heat was palpable even through his clothes.

For a moment, his mood plummeted to the floor. His jaw tightened in anger. Sergei, completely oblivious, continued to vigorously rub his bulging fly against Kwon Taekjoo’s thigh. He also repeatedly exhaled hot breaths onto Kwon Taekjoo’s straight neck. It felt like tiny insects crawling along his veins. It was as if a pig in full rut had climbed onto his back and was panting.

Kwon Taekjoo, who had been idly counting the empty air, suddenly spoke.

“I can’t possibly…”

“Hah, hah, huh? Hah, what did you say?”

Sergei, now completely naked, pressed his body even closer to Kwon Taekjoo and panted. His fleshy hand, burrowing into Kwon Taekjoo’s side, unhesitatingly moved towards his crotch. Kwon Taekjoo tightly gripped Sergei’s hand. Mistaking this action as Kwon Taekjoo’s acquiescence, Sergei licked a long trail up his neck with his tongue. Immediately after that.

Sergei’s body floated upward. Kwon Taekjoo’s vision instantly flipped upside down. It was because Kwon Taekjoo had thrown him over his shoulder in a single move.

Sergei, impaled headfirst, tried to retrace what had just happened to him. He was utterly dumbfounded by the unexpected turn of events.

“I can’t stand how disgusting you are. There’s a limit to your perverted antics.”

He murmured, adjusting his disheveled shirt. He irritably wiped off the saliva on his neck.

Around then, his phone suddenly rang. An unregistered number appeared on the screen. Somehow, that combination looked familiar. It seemed to be Yoon Jongwoo’s contact.

Come to think of it, he had asked him for a favor. He answered the phone without hesitation. Before he could even say hello, Yoon Jongwoo shouted from his end.

“Senior!”

The unexpected shout made his eardrums tingle. He briefly took the phone away from his ear. Still, Yoon Jongwoo continued to babble incomprehensibly for a long time.

“What are you talking about? What happened to what I asked you to find out?”

“Who exactly are you with right now? Do you… know that person?!”

“What are you talking about?”

He took the phone away from his ear again. It wasn’t an area where calls were impossible, but the connection was terrible. Was it a regional effect? The bitter cold of Siberia seemed like it could even freeze radio waves and sounds.

More importantly, why was he abruptly asking who he was with? Was he hacking into the CCTV and watching? He inadvertently looked back at the bed and flinched. Sergei, who had been sprawled there, was gone.

He frantically looked around, then Sergei suddenly lunged at him. Instinctively, Kwon Taekjoo dropped his phone and grabbed Sergei’s wrist. He managed to block the attack, but was pushed by the speed and weight of the charge and fell onto the bed.

Sergei pressed down on Kwon Taekjoo with his entire body. In his hand, which was pinned by Kwon Taekjoo, was a syringe. The cylinder was empty. It didn’t seem to have been that way from the start. Just by looking at the transparent liquid beading at the needle’s tip.

Kwon Taekjoo kneed Sergei, who was trying to crush him. Then, he immediately pressed hard on Sergei’s vital spot, which momentarily flinched. Sergei, who had been writhing and resisting, quickly went limp.

“Damn it.”

Being pinned by such a large man, his organs felt crushed, and he couldn’t breathe. With a grimace, he laboriously pushed Sergei’s body away. With a thud, the heavy body fell off the bed.

After taking a breath, he sprang to his feet. He immediately searched every inch of the bed frame, the inside of the legs, behind the headboard, and under the leopard print rug. He was looking for the key to the secret room. But he found nothing, not even something similar to a key.

It must be here. Where could it be? Where?

As he continued to think, Kwon Taekjoo looked at the fallen Sergei. If it was an important item, he would naturally carry it on his person. But now he was completely naked, so it would be best to check the clothes he had taken off.

He lifted each piece of clothing scattered on the floor and shook them out. His haphazard movements caught hold of Sergei’s belt. A square ornament with something resembling a button was visible. He pressed it, half-expecting it to be a trick. The cover popped open, revealing a remote control.

“Found it.”

A triumphant smile spread across Kwon Taekjoo’s lips. He picked up the belt and stood up. His heart pounded with excitement at the thought of seeing the secret room he had coveted for so long.

“Uh…”

However, he paused after only a short distance. His head suddenly spun. He dismissed it as a temporary symptom, but then his vision also wavered. He stumbled repeatedly and then collapsed onto the bed beside him. His mind instantly became hazy. His thought process also slowed down dramatically. He couldn’t even immediately recall why he was there, what his purpose was. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered the syringe Sergei had been holding. Although the cylinder was empty, he hadn’t thought much of it. He had simply assumed that the contents had been spilled in the struggle. But had he actually been injected? Perhaps because he was now aware, the back of his neck felt stiff. It was a bad sign. It was even worse because he didn’t know what drug had been injected.

Finally, his head began to shake uncontrollably. Pressing his temples did no good. He leaned his increasingly heavy head against the bed. The whole world began to spin.

How much time had passed? Someone’s legs came into his blurry vision. How long had they been there? Was it a hallucination? He wanted to lift his head to see their face, but his body refused to obey his mind’s command.

With only his unfocused eyes, he laboriously traced upwards: the person’s legs, thighs, waist, chest, shoulders. It took a long time to finally see the face. Simultaneously, Yoon Jongwoo’s voice echoed from the phone, which hadn’t been hung up.

“…It’s him! Are you listening, Senior?”

Him, he said. Before he could even ask, the phone was snatched into the other person’s hand. He casually hung up. Then, he slowly walked towards the bed. With his entire body sinking from the effects of the drug, his instincts furiously sounded an alarm.

He had to escape.

“Well, well, well.”

It was a familiar voice. It was Zhenya. Zhenya’s long shadow loomed over Kwon Taekjoo’s head. Zhenya clicked his tongue, but there was no compassion, no pity, no regret to be felt. Only a light amusement at the current situation.

Zhenya easily stepped over the unconscious Sergei. Looking at his grinning face, Kwon Taekjoo felt his breath catch. The man before him was no longer the jovial colleague he knew. Nothing had changed about him compared to a moment ago, yet he wasn’t entirely the same either.

He backed away with all his might. That was his will. In reality, only a couple of his fingers twitched. In that short time, Zhenya was right in front of him. He leaned in, looking down at Kwon Taekjoo from far above. Kwon Taekjoo’s dark eyes struggled to capture him. Zhenya’s lips formed a long curve. Soon, Zhenya put his hands under Kwon Taekjoo’s armpits and easily lifted him.

He was thrown onto the bed. The swaying mattress made his head throb violently.

“I came to check on you, worried, and look at this mess.”

He climbed onto the bed, staring intently at the sweating Kwon Taekjoo. It was unclear whether he was worried about Kwon Taekjoo or the sprawled Sergei.

He couldn’t understand what was happening at all. And yet, he felt like he did. Contradictory emotions and thoughts constantly clashed and intertwined. The only thing certain was that if he stayed like this, he would surely die.

Zhenya picked up the belt that had fallen on the bed. With practiced hands, he operated the button. A loud mechanical whirring sound came from somewhere in the wall. Immediately after, a section of the opposite wall slowly began to revolve.

As the flat wall disappeared, what appeared was neither a safe nor an armory. It was merely a large framed photograph. It was a group photo of about twenty men. Many familiar faces were visible. Vissarion and his sons, whom he had encountered at the Bogdanov mansion. Sergei, who was lying on the floor, also occupied a spot.

But for some reason, Psikh Bogdanov was not there. Only a man strikingly resembling Zhenya stood directly behind Vissarion. No, that man was clearly Zhenya.

He looked at Zhenya, half-doubting, and Zhenya’s lips stretched into a smirk. He had to confirm. He raised his trembling hand, shaking from the drug’s effects, and grabbed Zhenya’s shirt as if to crumple it. Zhenya simply watched Kwon Taekjoo gripping his lapel. Intense delight welled up in Zhenya’s icy eyes.