Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 38

Zhenya chuckled at Sergei, who was still sprawled on the floor, and spread Kwon Taekjoo’s legs even wider.

“I’ll let you come again. Just from behind.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than Zhenya’s penis expanded the inner wall and plunged in. The already ravaged opening instantly enveloped his massive shaft. He never quite got used to the feeling of his stomach filling instantly and his spine being compressed.

“…Agh!”

Even though he tried to hold it back, a scream-like groan burst forth. This time too, Zhenya drove his penis all the way to the root and observed the point of contact. The opening, tightly gripping him and continuously squirming, looked somewhat like a small creature. The mucous membrane inside also clung tightly to the surface of his penis, creating a subtle suction. He traced the point where the two distinctly different skins met. Even that slight gesture made Kwon Taekjoo’s back vibrate. Normally, he was so stoic, so every little reaction was fascinating.

He extended both arms straight, supporting his upper body. Kwon Taekjoo simply received Zhenya beneath him, his legs spread wide. Exhausted, he didn’t thrash like before. He rather seemed to be waiting for the terrible moment to pass quickly. That made it less interesting.

After enjoying the tightness for a while, Zhenya suddenly grabbed the back of Kwon Taekjoo’s head. He thrust his lower abdomen even harder. As Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks pressed together and rose, the insertion deepened. When Zhenya pressed down with his full weight, a muffled groan escaped Kwon Taekjoo. Then, he began his full-fledged thrusting.

Zhenya’s massive erection repeatedly thrust in, as if to pierce Kwon Taekjoo’s core. Kwon Taekjoo angrily tore at the bedsheets. The pillow was also thrown to the floor.

Zhenya’s eyes grew increasingly peculiar. Seeing the defenseless creature squirming beneath him, a strange excitement surged. The thrill of catching a flailing tuna with bare hands, the pleasure of slitting the throat of a struggling reindeer—something similar. The heat emanating from his core violently rushed up to his neck and head.

Soon, the ease also vanished from Zhenya’s face. He frowned, focusing solely on their entwined bodies. A shrill friction sound echoed from their roughly rubbing skin. The accumulated bodily fluids whitened, stretching like spiderwebs on his buttocks and pelvis. As he drove into him like a storm, he thoroughly brushed his nose against Kwon Taekjoo’s nape and ears. The intensified scent of his body fueled his lust.

His compressed internal organs felt like they would finally burst. With each thrust of the massive erection, his stomach inexplicably felt more bloated. His breath rattled repeatedly from the searing, tingling heat. His sharply angled fingers finally tore the bedsheets.

A crimson passion relentlessly gnawed at his mind. Zhenya did not conceal his overflowing lust. As he pleased, he bit Kwon Taekjoo’s ear or buried his face countless times in his dark hair. As he released the burning heat as much as he could, sweat beaded on his entire body, and his spine felt chillingly cold.

“If you want to walk out of this room on two legs, you’d better moan and wiggle your ass or howl like a dog in heat. I get more turned on when I see someone resisting without fear. I won’t be satisfied until I utterly crush that cute little thing. Sergei even gave you an excuse, that you were drugged and out of your mind, didn’t he? Hmm?”

“What nonsense are you talking… Aargh!”

A scream burst from the defiant Kwon Taekjoo again. It was because Zhenya had firmly pressed down on his spontaneously lifting waist with his lower body. The man’s massive, sinewy erection mercilessly ravaged the already overworked opening. He plunged so deeply that it occasionally lost its way, crushing against his thigh. It was hot and hard like a heated iron pillar, as if it could easily pierce a hole in his thigh too. His penis, continuously pulsing his urethra and striking the wrong places, found its way back and plunged deep inside at once. A soft sigh of air escaped from the tightly joined depths.

“……!”

Kwon Taekjoo’s eyes shot open. For a fleeting moment, a throbbing sensation resonated deep within his abdomen. He bolted upright in bewilderment. But Zhenya suppressed that convulsive movement, pressing his chest against Kwon Taekjoo’s back. Their sweat-slicked skin adhered stickily. Simultaneously, Zhenya’s massive erection burrowed deeper into a more intimate place.

He gripped Kwon Taekjoo’s trembling waist, pressing his groin even closer. The glans, forcing open the narrow inner wall, suddenly crushed some part of the mucous membrane it had never touched before. Immediately after, Kwon Taekjoo, pinned beneath Zhenya, convulsed his entire body.

“…Haaahn!”

“……?”

Zhenya also flinched at the unexpected reaction. He slightly pulled back his upper body, which had been pressed against Kwon Taekjoo, and stared intently at the back of his head. Kwon Taekjoo had completely buried his face in the pillow. However, he couldn’t hide his bright red earlobes or nape. His body was trembling violently from the indescribable burning sensation he had just encountered. The opening, tightly biting Zhenya’s penis, did not lose its grip.

Zhenya’s lips subtly curved into a long arc. He then pulled his penis out of Kwon Taekjoo. When the tightly filled inner wall suddenly became loose, Kwon Taekjoo’s body trembled. His highly tensed cells rapidly relaxed, soaking him in an unknown sense of emptiness. He could see his shoulders, which had been hunched tightly, instinctively losing strength.

Observing all these changes, he parted Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks. The opening, swollen and chafed, barely parted its lips. He languidly rubbed his eagerly thrusting penis against the crease of his buttocks. With each rub of their warm flesh, Kwon Taekjoo’s head buried deeper. His hands gripping the sheets also turned white.

Zhenya’s throat convulsed visibly, yet he endured a little longer. From the lingering aftereffects of the intense stimulation, Kwon Taekjoo’s opening kept intermittently gasping.

“By the way, there’s one thing I’ve been curious about for a while…”

His voice trailed off, then he thrust his penis in without warning. Kwon Taekjoo’s anxiously trembling body stiffened defiantly.

Zhenya’s massive erection writhed its body intensely, as if savoring the encounter with the sweet mucous membrane. Then, he unhesitatingly plunged into the spot that had just startled Kwon Taekjoo. Immediately after, a subtle throb ran down his spine.

“Aargh…!”

Kwon Taekjoo convulsed again. He flailed his entire body, groaning helplessly. The electric sensation thoroughly pulverized every cell in his body. Just as his tightly contracted cells were about to loosen fluidly, Zhenya abruptly pulled his penis out. His greatly expanded insides suddenly felt empty.

By the time Kwon Taekjoo felt bewildered, Zhenya was again rubbing his penis against the crease of his buttocks. His already overheated flesh cried out to be let in quickly. His patience was not just wearing thin, but beginning to burn. He tried to prolong the teasing, but his lower abdomen and groin ached too much to hold out for long.

He shoved his penis back into Kwon Taekjoo’s opening. Pinning down the twitching Kwon Taekjoo, he thrust down as he pleased. The friction heat felt like it would melt his skin.

His ragged breaths came out haphazardly. His lungs ached, and his upper body was half-collapsed. He deliberately pulled out his nearly bursting penis, grimacing bitterly. His entire groin ached, urging insertion. His head felt dizzy. Yet, he held back to the very end. It was for the ultimate pleasure.

His increasingly agitated opening, frantic from repeated emptiness, squirmed, vaguely gripping the remaining glans. Kwon Taekjoo’s penis merely oozed thin, watery mucus like drool.

“Can a person die just from being violated?”

Zhenya murmured, exhaling a strained breath. He toyed with him, almost pulling out his glans. His own tongue felt parched.

Kwon Taekjoo showed no reaction. Zhenya gently pressed down on his waist, pushing a little deeper into the opening. Like a lie, the inner wall tightened, slickly embracing his flesh. He resisted the temptation and pulled back again. Then, he repeated the teasing several times.

Suddenly, Kwon Taekjoo’s body moved towards Zhenya. It was a movement born purely of instinct. Zhenya watched the scene with a surprised expression. By Kwon Taekjoo’s sheer will, his body opened, swallowing the brutal behemoth. He consumed it whole to the root, then gnawed at the point of contact as if satisfied.

A satisfied smile spread across Zhenya’s face. Kwon Taekjoo merely trembled with humiliation and self-loathing.

“F-fuck…”

He grabbed Kwon Taekjoo’s hair. His face, buried deep in the pillow, lifted. His distorted face was flushed crimson. It was an expression mixed with myriad emotions. His eyes had long since blurred, dissolved by the aphrodisiac. Seeing his buttocks subtly clinging to him despite his constant twitching, it was clear he was truly feeling it.

Zhenya no longer held back. He ravenously devoured Kwon Taekjoo’s eagerly waiting opening. His reddened, heated erection explosively moved in and out of the tight entrance.

“Aargh… ah, ugh…!”

“Haah, kkh, ugh…”

The two men’s groans mingled chaotically. Zhenya relentlessly moved his hips, then abruptly grabbed Kwon Taekjoo’s shoulder and twisted him. Kwon Taekjoo’s body, impaled by Zhenya, was half-turned. As the joined area twisted intimately, Kwon Taekjoo violently shook his head. Zhenya lifted his legs over his shoulders. The flesh embedded in the inner wall churned inside, providing a novel sensation. He squeezed Kwon Taekjoo’s chest, which was spontaneously convulsing with a throbbing pleasure.

His thrusts gradually gained speed. Both men’s breathing also fluctuated unstably. The groans that had been continuously bursting forth miserably collapsed. Kwon Taekjoo’s toes curled uncontrollably from the searing sensation that dominated his entire body.

What had been rapidly pooling towards an exit was on the verge of bursting. Zhenya’s situation was not much different. He pushed himself to a sprint, ravaging Kwon Taekjoo greedily, then at some point, slammed his groin against him. A sharp, electric sensation burst forth.

“Ugh…!”

“Haaauugh!”

One after another, they roared, releasing the remnants of their desire. Unusually thick semen splattered onto Kwon Taekjoo’s chest. Simultaneously, something was intensely poured deep inside the inner wall.

Kwon Taekjoo, overcome by a terrible feeling of exhaustion, barely exhaled. Even that made his entire body tingle. He had no strength to lift a single finger, nor the energy to stroke his penis, which trembled with the lingering afterglow.

Zhenya forcefully thrust his lower body a few more times, intending to fully expel what remained. His penis, still hard even after ejaculation, lavishly released its remaining vitality, pouring forth without reserve. The semen that couldn’t be contained inside squirmed, sliding down his perineum.

After finishing, he casually dropped Kwon Taekjoo’s leg, which had been draped over his shoulder. The long leg fell lifelessly. Kwon Taekjoo remained helplessly limp, merely catching his breath.

He put the cigar, which had been rolling on the sheets, into his mouth. The bitter smoke traveled down his throat, warming his insides. After enjoying the cigar for a while, Zhenya languidly scanned Kwon Taekjoo’s body. No matter how much he looked, he was just another man, no different from himself, yet why did he keep getting so hard? If he kept experimenting until the question was answered, the answer would come naturally.

“I might as well try an experiment to see if a person can die just from this. After all, you’re going to die here today.”

The moment he said it, he already felt a sense of regret.

After that, they did it three more times. He had been unconscious most of the time, so it could have been more. Giving his body over several times in a single night, he wondered if someone could truly die if they were held captive and fucked for three days and nights. They would die from dehydration and blood loss before starving. At some point, he had lost all sensation below his waist. The effects of the injected drug had worn off, and his recklessly elevated mood had subsided. All that remained was pure torment.

He lifted his eyelids at the sensation of the bed swaying. In his blurred vision, he saw Zhenya walking somewhere. The man brazenly walked towards the secret room behind the bed. It was the very wall where the Bogdanov family photos had been hung.

He stood in front of the frame and unhesitatingly pushed it aside. Behind it, another door appeared. With a familiar hand, he entered the password. The door opened with its characteristic mechanical sound, absurdly easily. Inside, unknown glass bottles were neatly displayed. Zhenya picked one up and returned to the bed.

“Do you know what this is?”

He gently shook the small bottle in his hand. Kwon Taekjoo didn’t answer. He didn’t even have the strength to part his lips. Zhenya didn’t mind his silence.

“It’s Polonium-210. You could call it a relic left behind by the failed ‘Anastasia’.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s eyes widened at the mention of ‘Polonium-210’. It was a substance that emitted thousands of times more alpha particles during radioactive decay than radium. Only about 100g of it was produced worldwide annually, and its toxicity was so potent that even a minuscule amount injected into the human body was fatal.

Zhenya leisurely raised Kwon Taekjoo’s hand. He picked up each straight finger, murmuring. His tone was almost like a hum.

“What should I do? Should I start by cutting off all your fingers? A body found in Lake Baikal… Not bad. I’ll let your comrade recover your naturally frozen body. He’s been trying so hard to contact you, hasn’t he? Though he must be quite upset after you beat him up so badly.”

Comrade? Who was he talking about? No one immediately came to mind. But the phrase ‘upset after being beaten up badly’ made him think of someone. Was that person Kwon Taekjoo’s real partner?

Zhenya didn’t give Kwon Taekjoo long to think. Before his eyes, he demonstrably drew ‘Polonium-210’ into a syringe. The plunger was pulled back, filling the cylinder with the clear liquid.

“Anyway, it seems you’re hated on that side too? The national intelligence agency, of all places, accidentally sent my photo… That couldn’t be true.”

He was confused. In this urgent situation, on the verge of death, too much information was flooding in at once. His heart was pounding not just because he sensed his end. An unidentified ominous premonition clung to his mind, refusing to be shaken off. It felt like he had missed something all along. What was it?

Zhenya tapped the syringe, expelling air bubbles.

“Or perhaps you found out about a superior’s corruption you didn’t want to expose.”

He guessed, then pressed the plunger. The sharp needle spurted the drug. Zhenya then lifted Kwon Taekjoo’s arm.

His entire body tensed. Was he going to die like this? He couldn’t. He couldn’t die like this, without knowing what was going on. But he had no strength left to make a final struggle. The sharp needle seemed about to touch him at any moment.

Then, Kwon Taekjoo, who had been quiet all along, pushed Zhenya’s shoulder. He didn’t know where that strength came from. Zhenya seemed surprised by the sudden counterattack but wasn’t greatly flustered. He instantly subdued Kwon Taekjoo, who was struggling desperately. Then, he unhesitatingly plunged the needle into his neck.

“Kugh…!”

Kwon Taekjoo’s brows furrowed sharply at the piercing pain. He had plunged it in so brutally that blood flowed from the injection site. Red blood also spreads like ink inside the syringe cylinder. Zhenya, with a smiling face, pressed the plunger all the way, injecting all the drugs. The liquid sloshing inside the syringe was completely pushed into Kwon Taekjoo’s body.

Suddenly, his head spun. His arms, which had been resisting Zhenya, fell limply. His vision shattered into pieces, then scattered. Was this how it ended? As his hearing faded, he heard a click, click, the sound of something opening and closing. It was a sound he had heard somewhere before. Was it a cigar cutter?

A pleasant humming sound came from not far away. Immediately after, his ring finger was seized. The clicking cigar cutter drew noticeably closer. Soon, a terrible pain transmitted from his ring finger, as if it were being severed.

“Foolish Zhenya.”

A deep sneer echoed in his ear. Whether it had actually been cut or not, a terrible pain continued to surge from his ring finger. What would happen now? He asked himself a futile question as his consciousness sank into a deep abyss.