Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 36

He violently tore open the man’s shirt. Buttons flew off, savagely hitting his face. Yet, he didn’t even blink, witnessing the truth laid bare before him. A distinct tattoo was etched in the center of Zhenya’s chest. It was a design he had seen many times before: at the Bogdanov family mansion, on Boris’s hand, at the main gate of this very mansion, and even on the forehead of the deceased Agent Morgan.

“…Ah, this? Surely, you didn’t delude yourself into thinking only you could use that perfect disguise, did you?”

Zhenya’s sneer deepened.

It was him. Zhenya, that man, was Psikh Bogdanov.

“Haah… Ugh…”

His breath came in ragged gasps. He saw his own helplessly panting reflection in the ceiling mirror. With every breath, the ceiling seemed to rush towards his face, then recede. His vision swayed violently, and his stomach churned uncontrollably. His whole body grew hotter and hotter. His brain felt like it was boiling, and scalding blood surged through his veins, rushing to his fingertips and toes. The heat consuming his entire body stubbornly clung, steadily raising his temperature. His head felt heavy, yet a chilling sensation ran through him. Every one of his senses was vividly awake, enough to make his limbs flail at just a slight brush against the bedsheets.

A flood of thoughts crashed into his mind. The moment he first received the mission, the instant he encountered Zhenya, the memory of reuniting with the man he never wanted to see again in the hotel bathroom, and the thunderbolt news that followed immediately after. The man had countless times oscillated between being a hearty, mischievous comrade and a quiet, brutal murderer. Yet, he had trusted him simply because he was the partner assigned by headquarters.

Whenever Kwon Taekjoo’s wariness peaked, the man invariably created situations that forced him to consider him a comrade. He was the one who guided Kwon Taekjoo to the most intimate parts of the Bogdanov mansion, and it was thanks to him that Kwon Taekjoo learned of ‘SS-29’ through eavesdropping. When necessary, he even unhesitatingly leaked information covertly shared only among dealers. The man’s support in tracking ‘SS-29’ to this place was by no means negligible. It was ridiculously disproportionate if his sole purpose was merely to trick Kwon Taekjoo.

Where and how had it gone wrong? Was it a problem that headquarters had assigned him as a partner? Perhaps he was never a comrade from the start. Was it possible that the entire operation design was flawed? He couldn’t know. Only that things had gotten twisted and led to this point.

He dazedly stared at Zhenya. The man looked both the same and different from usual. It was the irony born the moment he recognized his former partner as someone to be shunned. His gut feeling, his reason, the current situation, Zhenya’s demeanor—everything pointed to one truth. Yet, so much still remained incomprehensible.

“…Why did you keep me alive until now?”

“I kept you alive?”

Zhenya openly scoffed.

“What a grand delusion.”

The blatant mockery made him flare up. Thinking back, Zhenya might have tried to eliminate Kwon Taekjoo himself at every opportunity.

The hotel where he stayed after being introduced to him as a partner was blown up. The entire room was obliterated, and he couldn’t even salvage his belongings. Contact with headquarters was lost. If he hadn’t been immune to terrorism, he wouldn’t have survived that place.

What about when he was chased by the man he mistook for Psikh Bogdanov? He appeared in a helicopter and indiscriminately sprayed mini-gun fire. It was a blessing that the car they were in plunged into a cold river; otherwise, Kwon Taekjoo and all the occupants would have been riddled with holes. Even when his comrade fell into the water, the man didn’t stop shooting. He didn’t even attempt to rescue his drowning comrade.

And that wasn’t all. At the Bogdanov mansion, the communicator the man had given him emitted strange noises, and on the transcontinental train, he was attacked by an unknown assailant while searching for the vanished man.

Looking back, it was preposterous. Every moment, the man had targeted Kwon Taekjoo, yet he had mistakenly thought he was receiving help.

Meanwhile, a new doubt arose. If Zhenya had truly intended to kill him, Kwon Taekjoo would have been dead long ago. Yet, his survival didn’t seem to be merely due to luck. It was simply that the man hadn’t tried to kill him with all his might. The reason for that, the man dismissed with a single phrase:

“Watching you squirm to survive was quite entertaining.”

Zhenya’s eyes curved softly. It had always been like this. When the man disappeared, troublesome situations arose, and as Kwon Taekjoo single-handedly escaped the crisis, he would invariably find the man watching from a distance. Even when Kwon Taekjoo’s life hung by a thread, the man was always infinitely at ease. For him, Kwon Taekjoo’s life and death were nothing more than a game.

“You son of a bitch…”

His teeth ground together. He had clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. He felt like his rage wouldn’t subside unless he immediately smashed that smug face. He swore to beat him to a bloody pulp so he could never act so condescending again. With a resolute decision, he threw a punch.

However, Zhenya blocked the decisive blow with a single palm. Kwon Taekjoo’s fist, caught by the man, trembled uncontrollably. He put all his strength into the punch, but the man’s hand didn’t budge an inch. In that instant, the smile vanished from his face. The man’s true self, which he had occasionally encountered before, was revealed. The slightest irritation, and he would unhesitatingly cast off his mask.

“It’d be good if you’d consider the situation before lunging. Hmm?”

With a thwack, his head snapped to the side. The impact on his left cheek was truly enormous. For a moment, his vision blurred with vivid yellow, and stars burst before his eyes. He couldn’t even utter a groan. His left face felt scorching hot, swelling instantly. Something burst deep inside his nose. Soon, crimson blood streamed down. His gums must have torn; a metallic taste spread in his mouth. He would have readily believed his skull was fractured.

If this continued, he would die at Zhenya’s hands. A survival instinct, transcending personal anger, began to dominate his entire body. He struggled without even a moment to acknowledge the pain. However, Zhenya pressed down on Kwon Taekjoo’s throat with one hand, subduing him.

“…Kgh.”

Zhenya’s fingertips precisely squeezed his windpipe. Wincing in pain, he clawed at the back of the man’s hand. But the man didn’t flinch. He simply pressed down as if to break Kwon Taekjoo’s neck. Seeing his tightly constricted pupils, it seemed his reason had completely fled again.

To escape Zhenya, he struck the man’s elbow. It was futile. The man’s outstretched arm didn’t even twitch. But the cost of such a reckless attack was severe. The man’s rigid hand chop plunged into his solar plexus. His insides churned violently. His abdomen felt like it would rip open. For a fleeting moment, his vision dimmed, and cold sweat erupted. He lost the will to resist the piercing pain of his lungs collapsing.

Was he going to die like this? Here, in such a way?

Countless times during missions, his life had been threatened. There had been far more helpless situations than this. Yet, he had stubbornly endured. Inside a crashing plane, in an exploding confined space, hundreds of meters deep in the ocean, he had never given up. He had certainly been like that, but now, he was thinking about the end of his life. He couldn’t escape. That was a strong conviction, and at the same time, an undeniable fact.

With trembling eyes, he barely managed to focus on Zhenya. The man’s cold face showed no discernible expression. Was he really Psikh Bogdanov? Was he being tricked by the man’s mischievous games again? He asked himself in vain.

His normally unblemished forehead now had taut veins standing out. His eyelids twitched ceaselessly. A warning light in his head pulsed frantically, as if presaging his demise. He tightly squeezed and then opened his eyes, which felt like they would burst from eye pressure. His trembling lips parted. His squeezed-out voice continued precariously, almost breaking.

“You… you’re really… you…”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Zhenya hammered the nail in. He felt like laughing. It wasn’t unbelievable. The man blended in remarkably well with the royal family and could go anywhere he wished. Like Psikh Bogdanov, the man had a deep understanding of the arms industry. He should have realized it when he saw the man’s armory, filled with advanced weapons. Besides that, there were countless moments that should have made him suspect Zhenya’s true identity. Trusting headquarters’ information too much was the root of the problem.

A self-mocking smile spread across Kwon Taekjoo’s lips. Even while gasping for breath, he repeatedly burst into laughter. His bloodshot eyes curved, and his lips, trembling with pain, curled upwards. The laughter that should have erupted cleanly caught in his throat, rattling.

Suddenly, Zhenya’s indifferent face cracked. An unreadable smile fleetingly crossed it. It was such a momentary change that Kwon Taekjoo didn’t even notice. The man abruptly released his hand from Kwon Taekjoo’s neck.

“Hup, haa, hngh, haa… cough, cough…”

His constricted throat suddenly opened up. He heaved his chest, savoring the sweet breath. His desperate survival instinct rapidly drew in oxygen. The aftereffect made him choke, repeatedly bursting into coughs. His face, flushed with blood, turned bright red from the continuous coughing. Watching Kwon Taekjoo struggle to cough, Zhenya pulled up his pant leg. Then, he drew out a dagger secured at his ankle.

The sharp blade slowly turned in front of Kwon Taekjoo’s eyes. It was a threatening act, as if it could effortlessly gouge out an eyeball at any moment. Zhenya held the dagger vertically, bringing its tip directly above Kwon Taekjoo’s pupil. The subtly moving blade almost, but not quite, touched his eyeball. Throughout this, Zhenya’s eyes didn’t blink for a second.

Kwon Taekjoo’s coughs, which had stubbornly refused to subside, stopped. Instinct completely dominated his entire body. Zhenya grinned, seeing Kwon Taekjoo utterly frozen.

Soon, the man briefly bit the knife, then roughly shoved his knee under Kwon Taekjoo’s waist. His lower body naturally lifted on the strong thigh supporting his waist. Next, the man tore Kwon Taekjoo’s clothes with the dagger he was holding in his mouth. His unrestrained movements ripped his pants and briefs, even lightly cutting his skin. However, his thoroughly panicked mind didn’t even register the pain.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a zipper coming down. Immediately after, something heavy dropped onto his thigh with a thud. It was Zhenya’s massive erection. The already stiff penis ground its head thickly against his thigh. The force pushing up against his dense flesh was immense. When Zhenya used his finger to guide it into place, it slid smoothly into the crease of his buttocks. Its reddish, engorged head bobbed, snorting as if it would pierce anything. His urethra, like a breathing hole, continuously pulsed with uncontrollable excitement. Kwon Taekjoo only understood Zhenya’s intent when that head was about to be crushed against his opening.

Zhenya pinned Kwon Taekjoo, who was frantically flailing his limbs and struggling, and ruthlessly shoved his ruddy erection inside. The dry opening, with its tightly tangled flesh, couldn’t fully accommodate the insertion and was helplessly crushed. He inserted a saliva-smeared index finger into the stubbornly difficult opening to widen the circumference. Then he pushed himself in again. Only then did the tight wrinkles part, slowly swallowing the bulging glans.

Removing his finger, he gripped Kwon Taekjoo’s shoulders with both hands. In that position, he thrust his hips up, driving his penis in all the way to the root.

“……!”

An indescribable pain surged through him. His eyes, wide with the first piercing sensation he had ever experienced, immediately squeezed shut. His buttocks, forcibly embracing the monstrous shaft, spasmed uncontrollably. It felt as if an iron stake had been driven straight through the center of his body. Deep inside his navel, it burned hot, and something streamed out. Sliding down the massive shaft, it soaked his coarse pubic hair in clumps.

Since the opening hadn’t been properly prepped and his surprised muscles automatically contracted, the grip was incredibly tight. Zhenya frowned deeply and clicked his tongue. The opening bit down so hard that blood circulation was cut off, almost wrinkling the surface of his penis. Thick veins stood out on his smooth forehead. If it was so painful, it would be better to pull out, but he showed no intention of doing so.

Instead, he bent his upper body in a circle and whispered with a hint of something foul.

“If you understand the situation now, move your hips. I might feel like letting you live.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s skin beneath his eyes trembled with humiliation. An uncontrollable rage surged from deep within him. He felt like tearing Zhenya to shreds would still not be enough to satisfy his fury.

Zhenya, seeing Kwon Taekjoo grinding his teeth and seething, smiled even more contentedly. Then he abruptly lifted Kwon Taekjoo’s legs onto his chest and shoulders. As Kwon Taekjoo’s hips lifted, his tightly joined opening became fully visible. The opening, struggling to contain the wildly agitated penis, intermittently gaped. Watching it made the back of his neck ache inexplicably. He languidly licked his lower lip and pulled his lower body back. As the sinewy penis scraped against his mucous membrane, Kwon Taekjoo clenched his mouth shut and turned his head. The next moment, he slammed his lower body forward, driving his entire penis back inside.

“…Aargh!”

Kwon Taekjoo’s entire body convulsed. As his buttocks and thighs slammed together intensely, a violent thwack of friction echoed from the point of contact. Zhenya, still unsatisfied, pressed his entire weight onto Kwon Taekjoo. Kwon Taekjoo’s knees pressed against his own chest, raised upwards. With that, their faces were just a span apart, facing each other.

Kwon Taekjoo’s face was utterly contorted. His eyes were tightly shut, and a grinding sound came from between his tightly clenched teeth as he endured the excruciating pain. His complexion repeatedly turned pale blue with bewilderment and anger, then flushed red.

Zhenya absorbed every change in expression, relentlessly thrusting deeper below. The maximally swollen behemoth relentlessly crushed and kneaded the inside of the opening. The tight entrance gradually loosened, clinging slickly to the entering behemoth.

Every time Zhenya plunged deep into the opening, Kwon Taekjoo felt like his body was splitting in two. He struggled to escape the torrent of pain. The more he struggled, the more persistent Zhenya became. If Kwon Taekjoo even slightly twisted his hips to escape, Zhenya would unfailingly press his lower body even closer, pinning him down and completely blocking all movement. Bound hand and foot, he was exposed to brutal violence. He could neither resist nor escape.

Wet, squelching sounds escaped from the continuously joining and colliding opening. Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks, repeatedly slamming against Zhenya’s rock-hard thighs, turned not just bright red but noticeably swollen. Zhenya, seemingly not wanting to miss any change in Kwon Taekjoo’s expression, didn’t change position and continued to churn inside. Occasionally, he rotated his hips, stimulating the inflamed inner walls and thoroughly tenderizing the still firm mucous membrane.

Even amidst profound defeat and humiliation, heat continued to gather in his groin. If he relaxed even for a moment, he felt like he would undoubtedly lose control of something. Kwon Taekjoo tensed his shoulders and curled his entire body. Still, his head kept tilting back, and his toes kept curling. His breath rattled at the back of his throat, as if he might pass out at any moment.

“Haah, ah, ugh… Kgh, aargh…!”

He shook his head in irritation. Yet, the tingling sensation spreading through his entire body didn’t lessen even slightly. His mind grew increasingly hazy, buzzing with a dizzying heat. At some point, the pain from the insertion had vanished. Only an incessant burning sensation remained. It was his body, yet it felt as if it wasn’t.

“…Haa.”

Zhenya sat up, taking a low breath. He calmly ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his lower body moving languidly. When his explosive mass was fully enveloped by the lukewarm mucous membrane, Zhenya’s pectoral and abdominal muscles overtly flexed as if responding to the sweetness. Intense pleasure brought beads of sweat to his skin, making his contoured body gleam even smoother.

Zhenya then roughly tore open Kwon Taekjoo’s shirt. The opening parted, revealing his firm physique. He slowly rolled his eyes, scanning the unblemished naked body. He couldn’t understand why merely looking at a man’s body made his mouth water. He was constantly releasing his desire, yet his thirst remained unquenched. His head spun dizzily, yet something was missing. He wanted more. More.

As Zhenya straightened his hips, the situation below his waist was fully reflected in the ceiling mirror. He turned his head away in shame. It was futile; Zhenya again gripped Kwon Taekjoo’s jaw, forcing his face forward. He tried shaking his head and pushing the man’s hand away, but he didn’t budge. He clenched his eyes shut instead. Then, the man plunged his massive erection deep inside, forcing his eyes open.

“You should lift your head. Consider the effort it took to put a mirror on the ceiling, okay?”

A mocking smile spread across Zhenya’s face. Kwon Taekjoo, unable to endure the humiliation, clenched his teeth again and closed his eyes. Zhenya, as expected, thrust hard from below. To deepen the insertion, he pressed his body tightly against Kwon Taekjoo, brutally crushing his lower body. It felt as if his internal organs were being pushed up to his throat. His stomach churned, and his breath hitched.

And it didn’t end there. He bent his knees, raising Kwon Taekjoo’s waist until it was nearly folded in half. His waist was completely arched back, exposing his buttocks directly in front of him. The scene was relayed unfiltered through the ceiling mirror. He saw his sweat-slicked, gleaming buttocks and the enormous flesh completely embedded within their curved crevice. Zhenya deliberately moved slowly, openly staging the sight of his penis entering and leaving the opening.

The opening gripping the man’s massive erection was simply agape. Its normally wrinkled entrance was now fully stretched, as if it would tear if touched. When the penis completely disappeared inside his body, the discomfort was somewhat less. But as soon as he witnessed the endless length of flesh being pulled out, the suppressed nausea surged.

“You son of a… Aargh!”

Before he could even finish the curse, the entire penis twisted inwards. The abruptly filled inner wall released a soft sigh of air. The penis accelerated, relentlessly grinding against the soft mucous membrane. It felt as if his insides were being savagely butchered. Nausea and a dull pleasure came in quick succession, making him lose all sense of reality.

“Agh, ah, haah…!”

“Much… not bad, I thought it would be tougher?”

Zhenya’s voice was subtly excited. His curved eyes gleamed exceptionally. It was a gaze stained with the excitement and frenzy of a hunter who had just finished his kill.

“I thought it would be just dry and tasteless.”

He bent his upper body, still impaling Kwon Taekjoo with his penis. He casually pressed down Kwon Taekjoo’s defensive arms, then grabbed his jaw and turned his head sideways. Kwon Taekjoo’s pulsating throat was laid bare before him. His jaw instinctively tightened as if he had seen a ripe plum. He opened his mouth and bit down on the prominent Adam’s apple. As his even teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, Kwon Taekjoo’s arm, caught in his hand, trembled. He chuckled, then sucked at the bitten area with a loud smack.

“…Ugh.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s face contorted sharply. His neck was bent, making his breathing unstable, and his thin skin was constantly rubbed by the soft tongue and suctioned, making his entire body involuntarily twitch.