Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 45

“Is this pathetic place your burrow?”

Zhenya slowly looked around the office. An unusual languor still oozed from him. That ease gnawed at Kwon Taekjoo. His fingertips trembled. The blood flowing through his entire body felt like it was rapidly boiling away.

“You should have dug deeper. So deep that my hands couldn’t reach.”

He muttered with a hint of a sneer and stood up. The frozen Kwon Taekjoo visibly flinched. His wide-open eyes didn’t blink for a moment. It was as if sirens were constantly blaring in both his ears.

Zhenya wasn’t hasty. He merely mocked the petrified Kwon Taekjoo, slowly closing the distance.

It wasn’t too late to flee now. If he ran at full speed, he had a chance. Of course, police were heavily stationed outside the fence. Yet, he wondered if it might be better to be caught by them instead.

Zhenya took another step closer. Perhaps due to his heightened senses, Zhenya’s presence was exceptionally clear. His heart, which had seemed to stop for a moment, pounded wildly. He simply couldn’t remain calm.

Just as he was about to take another step, a gunshot unexpectedly rang out. Smoke rose from the muzzle of Kwon Taekjoo’s Colt. His threat of shooting if Zhenya moved was bound to be ineffective. If he didn’t kill Zhenya, he would die.

However, the bullet aimed at Zhenya embedded itself in the innocent wall. Zhenya, who had merely tilted his head to dodge the bullet, grinned. Kwon Taekjoo clutched the trembling Colt tightly and warned futilely.

“Don’t come any closer.”

Zhenya provocatively took another step. A mocking sneer, asking “what now?”, appeared on his gleaming face. Kwon Taekjoo pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed it to Zhenya.

“Come one more step. I’ll send this photo.”

Zhenya’s gaze flickered to the phone screen. A rather familiar room interior was captured there. It seemed to have been photographed before ‘Anastasia’ was blown up.

It was a photo showing only half of the blueprint. The rest was with Salman. He had agreed to send his portion as soon as he boarded the flight to Korea. It was as good as his life’s ransom to Kwon Taekjoo. He never expected to use it like this here.

Has the threat worked? Zhenya didn’t approach any further. He merely stared silently at the tense Kwon Taekjoo. Then, with a scoff, as if finding it laughable.

“How will you prove that’s the ‘Anastasia’ blueprint?”

Kwon Taekjoo frowned at the unexpected question. The photo itself was the ‘Anastasia’ blueprint, what more proof was needed?

“Who would know that the room you blew up was the ‘Anastasia’ blueprint? At most, it’s just me and my blood relatives. Do you think they’ll readily admit ‘Anastasia’ was stolen? They’re not that naive, those bastards. Of course, your runaway partner might babble about having ‘Anastasia’ in his hands. The problem is, no one will believe him. Aren’t they a cancerous group constantly threatening Russia’s peace? It would just be dismissed as a trick to undermine this country’s authority. Then there’s only one person left who could expose the secret… but you don’t need to worry about that either. That one won’t be leaving here on his own two feet.”

His blue eyes curved. Kwon Taekjoo gripped the Colt tighter.

“If you didn’t care about the blueprint being blown up or leaked, you wouldn’t have come running with your tail between your legs like this. The fact that no one knew where the blueprint was means no one confirmed its existence, either. This country respected you just because of the rumor that you possessed it. But what would happen if a rumor spread that the blueprint was gone? As you say, most wouldn’t believe it. But someone would doubt, and your standing wouldn’t be the same as now. Words are a frightening thing. They keep circulating, creating things that didn’t exist and solidifying fiction into truth. Just like Princess Anastasia, whom you excitedly prattled about.”

“Well, that might be true. But will you even be able to watch that situation unfold? I appreciate your concern, but why don’t you think about your own situation first?”

“If I die, I won’t die alone.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s finger moved over the send button. His jet-black eyes burned with defiance. Every sense was sharpened, focused on Zhenya’s every move. He even forgot to breathe in and out.

Zhenya let out another laugh. But this time, it felt strictly different from before. His long fingers twitched. Kwon Taekjoo didn’t respond, pulling his foot back halfway. Their gazes locked without a gap. A tension so taut it felt like it would shatter any moment existed between them.

Suddenly, Zhenya’s hand gesture stopped. At the same time, his perpetually smirking face solidified into a cold expression. A vein, never before seen, bulged on his forehead.

The next moment, Zhenya ignored Kwon Taekjoo’s warning and strode forward. Kwon Taekjoo desperately retreated, but the distance between them rapidly closed. He stumbled backward and hit the wall with his back. In doing so, he accidentally pressed the send button. Seeing Kwon Taekjoo flustered, Zhenya stopped dead in his tracks.

“…”

 “…”

For a fleeting moment, the surrounding noise completely evaporated. A profound silence descended. The lifeline that kept him alive had vanished in vain. Zhenya’s lips, which he consciously observed, twitched as if in spasm.

Zhenya lunged forward instantly. Although he had only walked steadily, it felt like a tiger charging. If he stood still, his throat would be torn out. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. However, Zhenya easily dodged the flying bullets. It was the same after several consecutive shots.

“I don’t know how many rounds you have left, but you’d better finish this within them.”

Before Zhenya could finish his arrogant advice, Kwon Taekjoo fired. But the bullets merely grazed Zhenya’s hair or collar repeatedly. It was difficult to aim properly due to his injury. In the meantime, the distance to Zhenya rapidly narrowed. Finally, Zhenya’s face filled his vision.

Kwon Taekjoo gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again. But before the bullet could even fire, the gun muzzle was kicked. The Colt flew out of his hand, firing into the air.

While he stumbled, Zhenya’s shadow enveloped him. His throat was seized, and he choked. Zhenya’s distinctive scent clung thickly to the mucous membranes of his nose. He turned his head, feeling as if he would suffocate.

“Now, shall we claim compensation for the damages?”

Extraordinary anticipation writhed in Zhenya’s blue eyes. Before he could even prepare, he was thrown into a cabinet. Files piled on top cascaded down with the violent impact.

“…Ugh.”

His back, struck by the handle, felt like it would split in half. His head throbbed dully. Before the shock could fully subside, he struggled with his legs. His sprained ankle throbbed, making it difficult to stand. He tried to stand up, even relying on the cabinet, but Zhenya was already right in front of him. Zhenya stomped on Kwon Taekjoo’s right shoulder with his boot.

He was shoved back into the cabinet. It felt as if a large spike had been driven into his shoulder. He pushed Zhenya’s leg to escape, but the pressure on his shoulder only intensified. His bones felt like they would shatter. He involuntarily clenched his teeth.

“Why? Already dying? This isn’t something you started without this much resolve, is it?”

“…Ugh, this is the result of your arrogance.”

“It’s also the conclusion brought about by your petty pride.”

Zhenya grinned, grinding his shoulder. Kwon Taekjoo’s brows furrowed in pain as his joints twisted. His forehead was soaked with sweat. The sound of his teeth grinding repeatedly escaped from between his clenched jaws.

Just before his twisted bone dislocated from the joint, the merciless boot lifted. But before he could feel any relief, his groin was stomped on. The pointed toe of the boot, reminiscent of an alligator’s snout, crushed his crotch with full force. His upper body abruptly tilted forward.

“Gah…”

“I didn’t expect you to do something so adorable. My mistake.”

The pressure increased with each word Zhenya uttered. Kwon Taekjoo’s body folded in tandem. He desperately clutched Zhenya’s boot with both hands, but it was useless. His genitals felt like they would be shapelessly crushed. His nerves were on edge from the intense pain. He couldn’t even breathe easily.

Zhenya continued to grind his foot into Kwon Taekjoo’s crotch. Yet, to survive, to somehow cling to life, it was right not to provoke him. But he couldn’t bear it any longer.

He punched Zhenya hard in the shin. It shouldn’t have been a pain that could simply be ignored, but Zhenya didn’t flinch. He merely hardened his expression completely.

Immediately after, a strong impact made his face snap back. A bitter smell of blood mixed with the breath that burst out involuntarily. All strength drained from his body. His will to resist against the violence that allowed no defiance was completely broken.

The boot, which had been briefly lifted, descended onto Kwon Taekjoo’s lower abdomen. The pointed toe lifted the hem of his shirt. Zhenya’s eyes, fixated on his own foot, twitched strangely. He moved his foot a little higher. As the boot dug in, the buttoned part of his shirt bulged.

“Spying wasn’t enough, so you’ve also been trespassing, assaulting, terrorizing, stealing, impersonating a public official, and even damaging public property… You’ve been quite busy.”

Zhenya enumerated the charges as if he had clearly foreseen Kwon Taekjoo’s actions. His lowered gaze became even more languid. Pop. The button at the fullest part of the opening finally popped off. The hem instantly loosened, revealing his smooth abdomen.

Zhenya didn’t stop, moving his foot. The toe of his boot passed over his struggling abdominal muscles and reached his sternum. His shirt again bulged open.

“I don’t care about any of that. But you should have heeded my warning. I explained it clearly, didn’t I? Just don’t touch what’s mine. Is that so difficult?”

Another button flew off, striking Kwon Taekjoo’s chin. He glared at Zhenya, his eyes twitching in annoyance. But he soon dropped his head and moaned. Zhenya’s boot had stomped on his chest. His lungs were compressed, making it impossible to breathe.

As the boot slowly ascended, two more buttons fell off in succession. If Zhenya were to kick now, his ribs would fracture and pierce his lungs. If he was unlucky, his heart might be pierced instantly. Life and death were back to back.

Kwon Taekjoo suppressed his ragged breathing and remained still. Like waiting for a satiated tiger to lose interest and quietly retreat. Zhenya’s gaze, looking down at him, was infinitely serene. No emotion could be read.

The boot threatened the last button. The precariously unbuttoned button trembled. Kwon Taekjoo’s eyelashes also fluttered faintly, like an illusion. Suddenly, Zhenya’s pupils narrowed sharply.

“If you ruin something of mine, you must pay the corresponding price, mustn’t you? I don’t do business at a loss.”

The last button fell off. His shirt completely parted, and the nimble toe of Zhenya’s boot touched Kwon Taekjoo’s chin. His chin naturally lifted, and their gazes tangled. Zhenya clicked his tongue as if pitying Kwon Taekjoo’s unsteadily shaking black eyes.

“From now on, you’ll have to diligently think of ways to survive.”

He was shoved onto the desk and tumbled over. All the office supplies were swept away. His right cheek, unbuttoned chest, and abdomen pressed firmly against the cold surface of the desk. Before he could get used to the impact, his lower body felt loose. He reflexively flailed his legs, but was soon pinned down by Zhenya’s weight. Then, a hot, heavy pain tore through his underside.

“Aargh…!”

He screamed as if tearing apart. The heated flesh paid no mind and pushed its way in. The hole, stiff with tension, was forcibly spread open, forcibly taking him in.

His annoyingly lifted head was pressed back down. His lungs were squeezed completely, making it difficult to even take a single breath. His buttocks, pushed hard, twitched spasmodically. Despite the stiff resistance, the flesh relentlessly hammered into the opening. Finally, his sturdy thighs and buttocks were tightly pressed together.

“Ugh, ha-eugh…”

His clenched jaw trembled. His sharpened fingertips repeatedly clawed at the innocent desk. His stomach felt so full, he thought he would vomit.

His maximumly stretched underside was barely holding onto Zhenya’s penis. If he were to be mercilessly swept away like this, his unhealed wounds would surely become ragged.

Zhenya’s chin rested on his stiff shoulder. The temperature of his skin plummeted, sending shivers down his spine. Zhenya’s long fingers lightly lifted Kwon Taekjoo’s chin. His tightly clenched jaw trembled unstably.

The thick shaft, enjoying the deep tightness of his inner wall, suddenly wriggled its head. His eyes squeezed shut at the persistent sensation.

“Are you getting used to crying?”

Zhenya whispered eerily. His gluteal muscles instinctively contracted. A low laugh escaped Zhenya as he moved away. Immediately after, his suddenly withdrawn penis vigorously plunged into his underside, as if to smash his spine.

“Hwaaah-aaaaaack…!”

A profound scream burst out. His fingertips, scratching the desk, turned white. Thick veins even rose on his neck. The intensely constricted hole, from the terrible pain, mercilessly squeezed Zhenya’s penis. It seemed intent on squeezing out all its contents. It felt as if it could even bite off his penis then and there.

The ease also gradually faded from Zhenya’s face. The sound of grinding teeth escaped from between his clenched jaws. He was in agony. From the point where he was entwined with Kwon Taekjoo, every cell in his body felt like it was being sucked dry. His head throbbed as if blood was flowing backward. He couldn’t see anything in front of him.

Zhenya pulled his penis out completely, then plunged it in with one swift thrust. Kwon Taekjoo’s entire body trembled with the deep, plummeting sensation of penetration. Zhenya grew impatient as the hole wouldn’t loosen. He grabbed Kwon Taekjoo’s dense buttocks and spread them apart, then thrust deep into his underside. With continuous thrusts, the tight hole gradually began to loosen. A subtle pleasure was introduced to the act, which had previously only been filled with pain. Kwon Taekjoo, still struggling to escape despite being impaled, had his arm twisted back as Zhenya quickly thrust his hips.

With deep and fast hip thrusts, the desk was dragged along, repeatedly scratching the floor. Trapped between the desk and Zhenya, Kwon Taekjoo helplessly opened himself up. Even though he struggled desperately, he couldn’t overcome Zhenya’s overwhelming strength. He shook his head frantically. Aggrieved groans burst out in succession.

“Augh! Ugh, euh…! Ha-eugh…! Aargh…!”

A deflated sound like air escaping came from his helplessly open hole. He couldn’t bear it without screaming. But even screaming with all his might didn’t lessen the pain at all. It was on a different level from when he was disoriented by medication. There was only desperate pain, with no room for pleasure.

Zhenya grabbed Kwon Taekjoo, who was crawling away from him, and abruptly pulled him back against his lower abdomen.

“Aargh…!”

With a deeper insertion, Kwon Taekjoo arched his head back and shrieked. His legs flailed uselessly in the air. Zhenya crushed his indignant back against his chest and frantically kissed his jet-black hair.

“How did you decide to come back?”

He said, “Hm,” and continued thrusting into him. Zhenya’s thick glans ceaselessly poked below his navel. Each time it plunged in, his entire abdomen swelled greatly, making him feel bloated. Sour saliva kept gathering at the tip of his chin, making him feel nauseous.

Zhenya inhaled Kwon Taekjoo’s scent deeply. The thick, lingering sensation on his nasal mucous membranes instantly surged to his brain. His mind felt like it was melting. The blood flowing through his entire body bubbled and boiled.

“For a thought that came from your head, it’s quite adorable, isn’t it?”

Zhenya’s lips twisted into a smirk. Even a child who had just found a new, fascinating toy wouldn’t be as excited as Zhenya was.

Suddenly, Zhenya bit Kwon Taekjoo’s nape. With a clear jolt of pain, he gripped Kwon Taekjoo’s throbbing thighs as if to crush them and moved in and out rapidly. Zhenya’s reddish penis meticulously filled out the softened mucous membranes. It was as if he was trying to create a mold of his own size within the narrow inner walls.

Just as he was about to grow somewhat numb to the sensation of his stomach being indiscriminately churned, a strong impact struck his right buttock. He flinched, and then Zhenya struck his buttock again. A deeper pain surged from the same spot.

“Fuck… stop it, you bastard! Aargh…!”

In response to his indignant curses, punishment was mercilessly meted out. Zhenya, moving in and out of Kwon Taekjoo’s underside as if riding a horse, repeatedly struck only his right buttock. The flesh that had clung tightly to Zhenya’s palm was ruthlessly shoved away. The struck area quickly swelled into the shape of a palm. It stung so badly, as if his skin would peel off.

Zhenya grabbed Kwon Taekjoo’s flailing arm, trying to block the brutal attack. Then, he thrust his penis hard and struck Kwon Taekjoo’s right buttock again. His already reddened buttock trembled violently. With humiliating pain, Kwon Taekjoo desperately bashed his head. The sight of him swallowing something that threatened to burst out and clenching his fists provided a strange euphoria.

His throbbing penis dripped pre-ejaculate. His hole became wet first, and then his entire penis, thrusting inside, grew slick. Each time his buttocks and pelvis thrust together, a blatant squelching friction sound was produced.

The desk swayed even more violently. As a result, his vision also swayed erratically. When he closed his eyes, the sensation of Zhenya’s penis digging in and churning his insides became even clearer. His own gasping breaths and unwilling groans sounded even more exaggerated. In any case, it was hellish.

He clenched his fists and endured, but Zhenya suddenly grabbed his shoulder and twisted him around. His tightly clinging flesh was swept away with a grinding sound. With that throbbing sensation, his tightly clenched mouth opened, and he exhaled a husky breath. Zhenya propped Kwon Taekjoo’s sweaty thighs against his chest. Their gazes naturally met between his parted legs.

Kwon Taekjoo’s eyes visibly trembled. Zhenya smiled, licking his contorted face. His suddenly constricted pupils twitched strangely. They hardly seemed human.

“I don’t know if you’re worth replacing ‘Anastasia’…”

He struck his right buttock again. Having been repeatedly hit there, it was unbearably sore just to be touched. It seemed better to take a bullet than to endure such persistent torment.

He glared, filled with a surge of anger, but Zhenya struck his buttock again. Now, even the muscles beneath his skin ached. With a sharp pang of pain, his knees twitched uncontrollably.

“If you inconvenience others, you naturally have to be punished, don’t you?”

Zhenya smirked. His blue eyes gleamed strangely. Kwon Taekjoo felt a chill down his spine. He felt like a frog suddenly thrown into the hands of an innocent child. A frog with its limbs tied, exposing its white belly. The overwhelming sense of crisis that he might truly die here pervaded him.

His hole contracted with tension. As a result, his penis was gripped more painfully. Zhenya, as if to release the tension, repeatedly slapped his swollen buttocks. His startled muscles twitched wildly with the throbbing pain. He kicked his legs, appealing in agony.

“Shit, it hurts…”

Zhenya grabbed a handful of his buttock, which was trembling uncontrollably even when left alone. Kwon Taekjoo flinched, swallowing a gasp. Even though he clenched his teeth, a groan escaped. It sounded as if he might have even shed a slight tear.