Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 37

He licked Kwon Taekjoo’s exposed neck upwards for a long moment, then unexpectedly bared his teeth. Kwon Taekjoo’s limbs convulsed again. A distinct tooth mark was left on the bitten spot. Soon, faint blood seeped just beneath the skin. Kwon Taekjoo’s jaw tightened defiantly. His mumbled “fuck” was filled with palpable resentment.

Zhenya accelerated his leisurely thrusts. The opening began to be violently stirred again. The swollen, chafed entrance laboriously swallowed the massive shaft, then spat it out again, utterly ravaged.

With his arms bound, his chest heaved with each thrust from below. His slick nipples caught Zhenya’s eye. Zhenya unhesitatingly gripped Kwon Taekjoo’s chest. The flesh filling his hand was firm yet soft. As he repeatedly squeezed and kneaded it, Kwon Taekjoo’s flat nipples subtly hardened between his fingers. Zhenya scoffed at the sight, calling it vulgar.

“Your tits are so big, it’s like they’re begging me to suck them already.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s ears burned crimson with shame, feeling like they would burst. He tensed his shoulders, tried to strike Zhenya, and struggled to throw him off. But despite his will, his body felt too heavy. It was due to the drug. Zhenya effortlessly pinned down the flailing Kwon Taekjoo, then pressed his tongue against his nipple, squeezing it.

“…You crazy bas—!”

A vein pulsed in Kwon Taekjoo’s neck. His furious curses couldn’t be fully uttered, curling back down his throat. His head twisted as Zhenya’s tongue firmly pressed down on the sensitive flesh, and the surrounding mucous membrane tightly enveloped it. His abdominal muscles also tensed.

Enjoying Kwon Taekjoo’s disgusted reaction, he bared his teeth and gnawed at his nipple. The subtle pleasure spreading made Kwon Taekjoo’s hips constantly lift. The more he struggled and resisted, the more stubbornly Zhenya crushed and sucked on his nipple. Soon, his other nipple, which hadn’t been stimulated, also hardened. Kwon Taekjoo’s pupils gradually blurred from the unfamiliar sensation emanating from a part of his body never before targeted.

“Agh… mmm… ah!”

He lifted Kwon Taekjoo’s chin, which was slowly giving in, and burrowed into his constantly hunched opposite shoulder. He sharpened his tongue, licking around the areola, then abruptly bit down on the tense nipple. As Kwon Taekjoo’s knees and shoulders twitched simultaneously from the sharp pain, he also dully crushed the stimulated nipple. The saliva-drenched nipple was helplessly swept away by the playful tongue movements. Its firm texture softened and crumbled, and the tingling sensation originating there reverberated intensely down to his groin.

“…Mm, ah, agh.”

Zhenya, who had been tormenting Kwon Taekjoo’s nipple, suddenly looked down. Something hard had touched his hip. Kwon Taekjoo’s erection had already hardened, pressing against his body, asserting its presence. Zhenya’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“Look at that swollen mess.”

His face flushed with heat from the blatant mockery. Gritting his teeth, Kwon Taekjoo hurled curses he didn’t understand and vowed to kill him. Amidst it all, Zhenya, with a satisfied expression, swiftly resumed his previously halted hip movements. With loud sloshing sounds, Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks and his firm thighs rubbed together painfully. The long, thick penis explosively moved in and out of the opening. It wouldn’t have been strange if his distending belly, which swelled with each insertion, were to finally rip open.

Zhenya, who had been sprinting as if in a final push, suddenly pulled his hips back completely. As he did, not only the soft skin around the opening but also the internal mucous membrane was pulled out with his penis. Zhenya’s lips curved into an arc as he watched the pinkish mucous membrane tightly gripping his penis. He calmly caressed the fluid-slicked membrane, then, without warning, plunged deep inside.

“…Aargh!”

A shrill groan burst from Kwon Taekjoo. Even in his hazy state of consciousness, he convulsed, arching his body and frantically trying to escape Zhenya. He tried to grab and stop Zhenya, who was mercilessly churning inside him. It was a meaningless gesture.

He roughly spread Kwon Taekjoo’s knees and pressed his lower abdomen tightly against him. Balancing with both arms, he pushed his upper body further towards Kwon Taekjoo. His penis was driven in deep, reaching places it had never touched before. Kwon Taekjoo’s waist, suspended in the air, trembled violently. His contorted face was flushed with blood. He seemed unable to breathe properly from the fullness.

“Struggle more. I don’t feel like letting you live at all.”

Suddenly, he scooped deep inside, whispering. His entire abdomen reverberated, making his head dizzy. Zhenya’s penis showed no sign of cooling down. He felt helpless, wondering how much longer he had to endure this brutal pain.

He lost consciousness several times, then woke up. Time seemed to have passed considerably, yet also to have stood still. He couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality. Every time his vision cleared, Zhenya was always on top of him, binding his limbs. Horrific pain surged repeatedly, and he repeatedly screamed and fainted.

Moving his body was not Kwon Taekjoo’s will. He was impaled by Zhenya, merely made to undulate by him. His throat was so hoarse that swallowing saliva was uncomfortable. He had no sensation below his waist or in his buttocks. He didn’t even dare to try moving his legs. This was because thick bodily fluids clung wetly to the crease of his buttocks and around the opening. His entire groin felt slippery, and if he moved clumsily, it felt like it would surely stream down his legs.

Not long after, the bed swayed. It was because Zhenya had gotten back on top. In his hand was a thick, handmade cigar. Taking a puff from the lit cigar, he sat sideways next to Kwon Taekjoo.

“Now, shall we answer your questions one by one? It would be unfair for you to die without knowing the whole story, wouldn’t it? I have that much consideration.”

How awfully kind. Kwon Taekjoo’s eyes twitched with rising indignation. His helplessly open hands clenched into fists. Zhenya observed Kwon Taekjoo with amusement, then abruptly reached out. Kwon Taekjoo instinctively flinched his shoulder. Zhenya ignored it, extending his hand further to toy with his disheveled hair.

“Let’s start with the Anastasia you were looking for.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s hazy eyes sharpened considerably. Zhenya scoffed at him, still unable to abandon his duty even in this situation.

“There is no Anastasia. There never was.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s brows furrowed. That couldn’t be. Zhenya was clearly trying to trick him again.

“Stop your bullshit. Then how do you explain SS-29?!”

“SS-29… I don’t know how you mistook that for Anastasia, but Anastasia is too precious to compare to a mere ballistic missile like that.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s face fell at the leisurely reply. Was ‘SS-29’ really just a ballistic missile? He knew that Russia applied the ‘SS-No.’ series numbers to intercontinental ballistic missiles. Yet, the information about ‘SS-29’ he had encountered at the Bogdanov mansion reminded him of ‘Anastasia,’ leading him to believe they were undoubtedly the same. It was praised for its unprecedented firepower, but he had prematurely assumed it would be similar to existing nuclear weapons.

But those two were completely different? Anastasia never existed from the beginning, and Kwon Taekjoo himself had fallen for Zhenya’s trick and made a preposterous mistake? Questions chained together, consuming his mind.

“Anastasia research failed long ago. There were several problems in the design. And to develop it, an incalculable amount of money, time, and manpower were wasted. Well, strictly speaking, it wasn’t entirely a negative investment. Just the rumor that it existed, or would soon be completed, made the whole world stir. The fact that Korea and America sent you and your comrades proves its true value, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled, then grabbed Kwon Taekjoo’s body and flipped him over. His utterly drained body turned over without resistance. A hand that had been stroking his calves slowly moved upwards, then abruptly slid between his thighs. His weakly hanging penis was caught in Zhenya’s hand. The man playfully kneaded the soft penis, then said, “But there’s no need to be too disappointed.”

“Do you know about Anastasia, the last Russian princess? There’s still much debate about her demise. It’s because the imperial family’s death was shrouded in mystery, and their bodies were never properly recovered. Shot in a certain basement, then the entire family was thrown into a mine shaft… That’s the widely known tragic end of her, or of the Romanov imperial family. Of course, ‘widely known’ doesn’t necessarily mean it’s an undeniable fact. The unclear always tends to create ‘fakes.’ In fact, after Anastasia’s death, many women claimed to be her. Anna Anderson was one of them. At first, she too was dismissed as a fraud after the imperial family’s assets. But gradually, evidence and testimonies began to emerge, suggesting she might be the real princess. What was the outcome?”

He paused in his story and asked. When Kwon Taekjoo offered no reply, he gripped his penis and urged, “Hmm?”

“…Agh! Damn it, what do I know?!”

He laughed, as if such a violent reaction was amusing. Then he calmly caressed Kwon Taekjoo’s scrotum, which had swollen from the previous pressure. His white hands indiscriminately kneaded and molded the rounded testicles. For now, the touch was gentle, but he couldn’t know when his mood would change. Zhenya reached his hand deeper between Kwon Taekjoo’s already tightening legs, continuing his explanation.

“A tedious legal battle dragged on for decades. People were divided into two halves: those who believed in Anastasia’s return and those who didn’t. Time passed, and Anna Anderson died. It was an empty life, but she left something behind. For decades, she made countless people believe that Anastasia might have truly been alive.”

What was he trying to say? He couldn’t grasp the gist of the story.

“There’s a figure that always appears in Russian folktales: Koschei the Deathless. As his name suggests, he’s powerful, and nothing can kill him. He’s the obstacle the protagonist must overcome, the embodiment of adversity. In every story, Koschei kidnaps a beautiful maiden, and the hero storms his castle to rescue her. But they always fail. Of course, Koschei also has a weakness. Only Koschei himself knows it. In the end, he’s always killed by the hero. Foolishly, he carelessly reveals his weakness, swayed by the maiden’s charms.”

He had been listening quietly, trying to understand Zhenya’s intention, when he frowned. His thigh was suddenly pressed down heavily. Zhenya, who had been continuously toying with Kwon Taekjoo’s penis, again climbed onto his body. Kwon Taekjoo’s legs, pinned beneath him, were completely blocked.

Zhenya’s gaze was fixed on Kwon Taekjoo’s back. The line from his broad shoulders to his slender waist was perfectly straight. If Kwon Taekjoo so much as twitched, his sweat-slicked back muscles moved with him. His buttocks, tight against his lower back, boasted smooth curves like ripe fruit. The eyes that had been calmly taking in all of it now took on a deeper hue.

He lowered his upper body and pressed his lips to Kwon Taekjoo’s nape. It was a touch quite different from before, soft. Kwon Taekjoo’s scent filled his nostrils. Unable to resist his burgeoning appetite, he abruptly bit Kwon Taekjoo’s nape. Kwon Taekjoo recoiled in disgust, scrunching his neck. Zhenya chuckled softly, whispering into his ear.

“You’re hardly a beautiful maiden, but I’ll tell you. Koschei’s weakness.”

He wondered if he was still dreaming. That was because the stories Zhenya rattled off, disconnected yet interwoven, made him feel as if he had dreamt a series of distinct dreams.

However, all the sensations in his body were undeniably vivid. Zhenya’s voice also reached him clearly, neither wavering nor faltering carelessly. It wasn’t a dream. It clearly wasn’t, yet Zhenya continued only with enigmatic words whose meaning he couldn’t grasp.

“In a vast land, there’s an uninhabited castle. One cannot reach it by flying, riding, or walking, nor by becoming a fish, insect, or flying creature. And in that castle, there’s a very large and ancient tree, whose age is the same as Koschei’s. To the south of the tree, there’s a large jewel box, and that jewel box is said to be filled with even smaller jewel boxes. Among them, there’s one jewel box that no one seeks. It’s not significantly overflowing or lacking compared to the others. Koschei’s heart may or may not be inside it. But if you find it, Koschei’s breath will be in your hands. You might even become Koschei yourself.”

Zhenya lowered his body further. As he did, his thick chest came into contact with Kwon Taekjoo’s shoulder blades. Their sweat-slicked bodies clung together stickily, their body heat merging. Kwon Taekjoo irritably shrugged his shoulders.

“You’ve done enough. Get lost, just.”

It sounded almost like a growl. But Zhenya merely scoffed it off with a chuckle.

He slipped his hand beneath Kwon Taekjoo’s stomach, wrapping his fingers around his penis. As he slowly peeled back the foreskin, the glans appeared. He calmly stroked the urethra. Kwon Taekjoo’s back arched. His previously defiant mouth automatically clamped shut.

The penis, gripped in Zhenya’s hand, trembled with a subtle mix of anticipation and fear. Zhenya gently stroked it up and down as if comforting it, then pressed his lips to Kwon Taekjoo’s shoulder blade. From there, he peppered kisses down his straight spine. As his lips neared the mound of his buttocks, Kwon Taekjoo’s body stiffened. Zhenya lightly nipped at his tightly clenched buttock once, then released it.

“I’d like to fulfill this expectation, though.”

Immediately, Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks parted. The opening, stained with semen, was exposed without concealment. It twitched simply from coming into contact with the outside air. The copious amount of semen overflowing inside had filled almost all the tight wrinkles up to the entrance. Even a slight twitch would cause some of it to stream down, long and wet, along his perineum. At that intense sensation, Kwon Taekjoo’s head buried deeper into the pillow.

Zhenya put the handmade cigar back in his mouth. Then, he forced one finger into the opening. A squelching gush of semen was pushed out by the finger’s volume. He then sharpened his fingertip and scraped down the inner wall. The semen clinging to the mucous membrane was repeatedly expelled. Kwon Taekjoo’s groin quickly became slick.

After digging into the opening to his heart’s content, Zhenya abruptly lifted Kwon Taekjoo’s face. Immediately after, he used his long fingers to force open his mouth and press down his tongue. Into that mouth, he placed the cigar he had been smoking. Kwon Taekjoo, unable to either inhale or spit out the cigar, suddenly groaned deeply and clenched his fists. Curses escaped through his tightly gritted teeth.

“Haa… F-fuck.”

It was because Zhenya had spread his buttocks wide, then suddenly licked the crease intimately. The softened opening was repeatedly scraped by the man’s tongue. The foreign sensation heightened his senses to the point where he could feel each taste bud. Zhenya even counted each wrinkle of the entrance with the tip of his tongue. Every time his hardened tongue pressed down on the opening and shallowly inserted, Kwon Taekjoo’s back convulsed violently. The cigar he had barely held earlier had long since fallen from his mouth.

Beyond a ticklish sensation, a terrible pleasure caused him to thrash. His legs, pinned beneath Zhenya, continuously kicked at the innocent sheets.

Zhenya crushed Kwon Taekjoo’s side as if to break it, firmly pinning down his struggling body. Even as Kwon Taekjoo squirmed with a dull pleasure rising from his nether regions, he unconsciously pressed his lower abdomen against the bed, rubbing it. This caused his penis to quickly harden.

He felt like he was going insane. It felt as though his entire brain was being ripped out and violently shaken. The humiliation of having a deep, intimate place, which he himself had never even touched, brutally invaded. The blood flowing through his body felt like it was boiling and then turning thick like semen. Thick saliva overflowed from his mouth, which he had bitten into the pillowcase to stifle the groans that burst out spontaneously.

As time passed, instead of growing numb to the stimulation, he seemed to become even more sensitive. When Zhenya made a sucking sound, adhering to the thin skin around his opening, the thrusting from below became even more violent. Kwon Taekjoo, who had been writhing from the stimulation from both front and back, suddenly clutched his head and gnashed his teeth. The next moment, his spine stiffened. His thighs also bulged and tensed.

“……!”

Zhenya suddenly lifted his head. He stared down at his hand, on which something had been splashed. Semen was smeared between his fingers. He looked at his wet hand and the panting Kwon Taekjoo alternately, as if surprised. Then, he twisted his lips into a smirk and chuckled.

“Did you come just from getting your hole licked?”

Kwon Taekjoo muttered curses, trembling. He had expected him to retaliate at some point, but he was completely powerless. What’s more, judging by how he reacted as if burned even to a light touch, he seemed completely intoxicated by the drug. At first, he wondered if it was a muscle relaxant, but now he realized it must be an aphrodisiac. It was typical of Sergei. He had wanted Kwon Taekjoo to moan in his arms from the start, so he probably intended to get his cock hard first.