Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 49

“Mmm… Ahh…”

A muffled moan escaped him. His impaled body slowly began to sway. Below, he was repeatedly thrust into, and his consciousness grew increasingly hazy. He then completely succumbed to sleep.

He opened his eyes when the sun was high in the sky. His eyelids lifted completely. Compared to passing out, he felt quite refreshed. He abruptly sat up. His back and the inside of his buttocks ached from the sudden movement, but it wasn’t enough to make him groan.

He blankly surveyed his surroundings, then suddenly focused on his crotch. It was because his center had unexpectedly pitched a tent. No, why? He denied it, throwing off the blanket. It wasn’t his imagination. His immature penis stood erect.

He hadn’t dreamed at all last night. There was nothing that would cause an erection during sleep… He fumbled through his memories and was horrified. He recalled talking to Zhenya right before falling asleep last night.

He remembered that Zhenya had abruptly inserted himself, saying it didn’t matter if he did it while he was sleeping. Each time he regained consciousness in between, Zhenya was still on top of him. He even seemed to have vigorously thrust his hips against his thigh at one point. He hesitantly checked the inside of his thigh. A clear bruise indicated it wasn’t a hallucination. How much had that monster rubbed against him to cause this?

No, that wasn’t what was important right now. He had done that again with Zhenya last night. His erect penis was surely a lingering effect of that. He couldn’t find any other reason for the erection. After feeling self-loathing from being used by that guy, he had mingled bodies with him again. All because of that ramen.

“…No way. Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy?!”

He screamed, tearing at his disheveled hair. He didn’t want to admit it. He couldn’t admit it. But ignoring it wouldn’t make it disappear. Rather, the more he denied it, the clearer the events of last night became. It felt as if the sensation of Zhenya’s lips on his skin vividly returned.

He immediately sprang from his seat. Without even thinking of adjusting his almost-off shower gown, he roamed the mansion. For some reason, Zhenya was nowhere to be seen. It seemed he had already flown off in his helicopter.

He didn’t know what Zhenya was thinking. When he had encountered him at the embassy, he had anticipated his end. Zhenya had no reason to keep Kwon Taekjoo alive. But he was still breathing, perfectly fine. And since that day, Zhenya hadn’t tried to harm him.

Why? Was it more entertaining to slowly let him wither away than to finish him off at once? Or was his life too insignificant compared to what Zhenya had lost? He didn’t know. He didn’t know Zhenya’s true intentions.

As he pondered these questions, something sticky flowed down his thigh. He casually looked back and clenched his teeth. What was his intention, always finishing inside him? First, he needed a shower.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the water poured over him, his tattoo on his lower back caught his eye. It was as if he was being graded like cattle or pigs. No, it wasn’t much different. He was trapped in a cage surrounded by the sea, only receiving the food Zhenya gave him.

‘It’s just a contract connecting master and servant.’

He frowned in annoyance. The skin, which had been swollen right after the tattoo, had now calmed down, but the area around it was mottled for another reason. It was unusually covered in hickeys. He clicked his tongue displeasedly and finished his shower.

But he didn’t feel refreshed at all. It was because his penis was still not calm. Its vigor was such that its reddened head seemed about to strike his abs at any moment.

He leaned his forehead against the wall and slightly bent his upper body. Then, he gripped his heated penis as if to embrace it and began to stroke it roughly upwards. The throbbing sensation concentrated in his groin intensified. His quiet muscles noticeably twitched with the slowly spreading pleasure.

“Damn it…”

He lowered his head further and further. His clenched teeth ground together, making a sound. Even a bulging vein appeared on his jaw. He stroked his heated penis as if to tear it off. His body, consumed by a fiery excitement, kept clinging to his hand, the source of the stimulation. Kwon Taekjoo’s fingertips, which were holding onto the wall, turned white. Soon, his lower body vigorously bucked.

“Ugh… Ugh…”

He roared like an enraged beast, ejaculating. His body temperature instantly evaporated, sending shivers up his spine. His vision blurred white, triggering a sharp dizziness, then gradually stabilized. A thick wave of exhaustion washed over him.

Looking at the semen smeared on the wall, a self-deprecating laugh escaped him. Who was it that had confidently declared he wouldn’t stick it in that hole even if the world was teeming with men? It made no sense for his front to react just because his back had been penetrated a few times. Did he have homosexual tendencies after all?

He shook his head. The very act of contemplating a question he’d never needed to consider his whole life was unpleasant. He finished washing his body, which had been dirtied by ejaculation, and left the bathroom. Even masturbation was work, and he quickly felt hungry.

He went to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards. For some reason, the ramen he had eaten yesterday was nowhere to be seen. All he found were Russian retort foods. Reluctantly, he put one of them in the microwave.

How long would it take this time? While waiting for the food to heat up, he estimated when Zhenya would return. If he were coming back soon, he wouldn’t have gone out and come back in the middle. He probably wouldn’t be back today. In the meantime, he had to escape.

Since being confined to Azinokki Island, his mind had been solely focused on escaping. He couldn’t continue living like this forever.

There were only two ways to leave the isolated island, which had no regular ferries or visitors: by flying something like a helicopter, or by using a boat equipped with a powerful motor. A few days ago, he had searched the entire mansion and found only one kayak. Even that had been damaged. His only remaining hope was to fly.

The problem was where and how to acquire something to fly. He fell deep in thought. A breeze blew in from the open window for ventilation. The curtains at the window fluttered lightly. He watched the scene meaninglessly, then his eyes widened. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Paragliding. If he took off properly and got the help of the wind, he could fly up to 100 km. If he further increased propulsion by using skis on high snowy ground, he might even reach Murmansk, 60 km away.

Thoughts cascaded, one after another. The method for acquiring a paraglider also quickly became concrete. A few days ago, when he searched the mansion, he found parachute fabric covering various household items. Since he saw it in all the storage rooms, there should be enough. Thanks to occasionally enjoying paragliding, he knew its structure and operating principles well. It was worth attempting to make one himself.

Around that time, the microwave signaled that cooking was finished. But Kwon Taekjoo didn’t take out the food and immediately went down to the basement. The parachute fabric was still where he remembered it. A bundle of acrylic thread was also found in a nearby toolbox. The omens were good.

New hope surged. Due to the island’s geographical characteristics, the wind blew constantly and sufficiently from all directions. The parachute fabric was as good as new, too good to be used as a simple cover, and of excellent quality. For now, even the fact that the surroundings were entirely snow-covered was a blessing.

He immediately squatted down and began cutting the parachute fabric.

Zhenya returned the next morning. His earlier-than-expected return made Kwon Taekjoo stop his sewing and quickly go upstairs. He went into the bathroom before Zhenya came down from the rooftop. Then, he threw off his dust-covered shower gown and hastily washed himself.

He came out wrapped only in a towel, and Zhenya was standing at the door.

“Oh, you’re back already?”

Feigning innocence, he even raised his hand in greeting. Zhenya looked down at Kwon Taekjoo with a surprised expression. His hand, which had felt somewhat embarrassed by Zhenya’s suspicious look, withdrew.

Why had he returned so early? He had a lot to do today. He needed to finish sewing the fabric and find something suitable to use as a harness to connect it. If he still had time, he planned to explore various parts of the island to understand the wind speed and direction. He would need at least three or four more days to even attempt a test flight, and there was no telling when Zhenya, who had just returned, would go out again.

Lost in these worries, he unconsciously followed Zhenya. As Zhenya walked to the living room, he shrugged off his fur coat. The fur coat slid down his back and onto the floor. Then, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and the collar. Was it his imagination, or did Zhenya’s scent grow stronger each time?

Zhenya soon leaned back deeply into the armchair in front of the fireplace. Kwon Taekjoo, who had been trailing after him, also stopped. His hesitant demeanor suggested he had something to say.

“Why?”

“When are you going out again?”

Zhenya stared intently at Kwon Taekjoo without replying. Even to Zhenya, Kwon Taekjoo seemed a bit strange. Kwon Taekjoo pretended not to know and fixed his gaze on Zhenya’s lips. His gaze held a subtle impatience and expectation.

“I won’t be going out for a while? It’s just troublesome to go out.”

“What’s troublesome?”

“Headquarters is hounding me to hand you over. And my brothers are making a fuss, saying that my family’s pride will be upheld only if you are dealt with as an example.”

He smiled wryly. Kwon Taekjoo lost his words and closed his mouth. It wouldn’t be strange if Zhenya dragged him to FSB headquarters right now. The FSB must have already known his identity as a South Korean secret agent and that he had entered Russia under false pretenses for espionage activities. He had also somehow discovered the existence of the new weapon ‘SS-29,’ was involved in the murder of a government official, and had even committed terrorism against the Bogdanov family. It was clear that he had become the number one target for arrest. It would be fortunate if a shoot-on-sight order hadn’t been issued upon discovery.

If arrested, he would face at least life imprisonment, and perhaps even be eliminated without a trace. The fate of an intelligence agent arrested during an operation was all too similar. Occasionally, they were released through spy exchanges between countries, but such opportunities were rare. As far as Kwon Taekjoo knew, there were zero Russian spies detained in South Korea.

The immediate problem was more complex than he thought. Even if he managed to get off the island, another hardship awaited him. Could he return safely, eluding all pursuit, without the support of headquarters? He felt a sense of doubt.

Nevertheless, he had no intention of giving up. It was more hopeful than being trapped here, waiting for Zhenya to tire of him, then being dragged to the FSB, or ending his life at his hands even sooner.

The immediate problem was that Zhenya wouldn’t be leaving for a while. He had to devise a countermeasure. It seemed best to thoroughly prepare in advance so he could escape immediately when Zhenya did go out. To do so, it was crucial to lower Zhenya’s guard.

He stealthily observed Zhenya’s expression. Zhenya had already closed his eyes. He didn’t seem to be asleep yet. He considered moving stealthily while he slept, but soon gave up. It was too reckless to try anything without the knowledge of someone with such keen senses. In that case, it would be better to move with him, even if it felt unsettling, to avoid suspicion.

“I’m bored from being stuck inside all the time, so, fancy going fishing?”

“…”

At the sudden suggestion, Zhenya opened his closed eyes. Then, he stared at Kwon Taekjoo without a word. He seemed to be trying to fathom his intentions, but even without deliberately feigning it, Kwon Taekjoo’s face was full of utter boredom. Being stuck indoors with nothing to do was an unbearable hardship.

Was suggesting they pass the time together really that out of the blue? Zhenya tilted his head as if he’d heard something strange. Kwon Taekjoo tried to coax him more actively.

“The water’s so clear, there must be fish there.”

“A bet?”

“…Something like that.”

“What can you bet?”

Every time this happened, he realized Zhenya was a businessman. He seemed unwilling to agree unless there were stakes. But Kwon Taekjoo had nothing suitable to bet.

“Since I don’t have anything right now, how about the winner gets to make a wish?”

“A wish…”

“But no backtalk, no matter what they wish for.”

“Can you handle it?”

He sneered and retorted. He was confident he would win even before starting. How little he thought of people. Zhenya’s boundless arrogance ignited a competitive spirit that hadn’t been there before.

“You’re the one who shouldn’t talk back, you bastard.”

The two stood side by side on the rock formation on the west side of the island, casting their fishing rods. It was a relatively less windy area. A bucket was placed at each of their feet. As soon as they caught fish, they removed them from the hook and stored them in the buckets. Kwon Taekjoo’s bucket was already overflowing with salmon, pollack, and herring. Yet, for some reason, Zhenya’s was still empty. His fishing rod was also motionless.

Kwon Taekjoo put a freshly caught pollock into his bucket, checking the constantly shifting wind. In the morning, a gentle west wind predominantly blew. The weather was no different from any other day. The sun was out but not scorching, and the cloud cover was always heavy. It was perfect for fishing but not suitable for paragliding.

In the meantime, he got another bite.

“They’re biting as soon as I cast the line.”

He muttered to himself loud enough to be heard, reeling in the line. A cod the size of his forearm came up. When he tossed it into the bucket, the other fish, which had been languishing, flapped in surprise. Now there was no more room in the bucket. He pondered what to do when he suddenly felt a gaze. Turning his head, he met Zhenya’s eyes, as expected.

“Why, if your tools are acting up, want me to swap with you? Or even places?”

He taunted him, feigning sympathy. Zhenya, perhaps deeply offended, turned his head without a word. Then he quietly glared at his own still fishing rod. As if that would catch fish. He couldn’t hide the faint snickers escaping him.

He cast his fishing rod again. After that, the conversation ceased for a long time. Only the wind repeatedly passed between the two men silently watching the sea.

He was starting to get cold, and since he had finished surveying the western terrain and wind direction of the island, he wanted to go back. But Zhenya seemed to have no such intention. As a decent human being, should he wait until Zhenya caught at least a minnow? It was then that he looked for an opportune moment. Again, his fishing line went taut.

This time, the heaviness was different. His body automatically leaned forward. He quickly shifted his center of gravity backward, entering a stalemate with the struggling prey. The caught fish thrashed wildly. The coiling water shattered into white foam. It was clearly a big catch. He grunted and struggled for a long time, and he noticed Zhenya watching him, only his eyes moving.

He grinned, reeling in the line with all his might. He would occasionally loosen the line slightly then reel it back in, flexibly pulling in his prey. Then, at some point, he used the elasticity of his waist to lift the fishing rod.

Soon, the fish, which had been stubbornly resisting, appeared. Now he saw that it wasn’t one, but two. Kwon Taekjoo exclaimed, “Two birds with one stone!” When Zhenya’s gaze briefly met his, he even openly gloated.

“As you can see, my bucket’s full, so I’m putting some in yours, okay?”

Zhenya still said nothing. That bastard, acting all haughty. Kwon Taekjoo hummed to himself as he separated the fish from the hook. He thought that if he had known this, he wouldn’t have bothered with all that hard sewing. He had agreed to grant a wish if he won the bet, and neither of them was to complain, so all he had to do was demand the helicopter keys. The thought of leaving Zhenya on this island and escaping alone thrilled him.

He glanced at Zhenya’s fishing rod, which was still quiet. And Zhenya was still glaring at his own silent rod. His dedication was almost pitiful.

“Hey, now it’s getting to be…”

“Shh.”

“I told you it’s no use. Do you know how many kilograms you’d have to catch at once to win?”

Zhenya repeatedly motioned for him to be quiet. His gaze was still fixed on the surface of the sea. What was there? He looked at Zhenya’s fishing rod without expectation. At first, he didn’t notice anything, but soon he discovered a dark shape flickering beneath it. Was it a reef? It was an unreal size, enough for that thought to cross his mind first. It had been leisurely circling near the fishing rod, then suddenly stopped moving. Almost simultaneously, Zhenya’s fishing rod began to bend uncontrollably.

The force of resistance and the force of pulling stood in taut opposition. The water, which had been still moments before, surged violently, breaking into white foam. The fishing line looked as if it would snap at any moment. No, the fishing rod itself might break. Zhenya could have loosened the line a bit, but he didn’t. He simply pulled the line relentlessly, staring directly at the unknown entity resisting him.

The next moment, the reel of the fishing rod spun rapidly backward. As the taut line slackened, the struggling prey, which had been violently thrashing from side to side, slipped away. Not missing that brief moment of release, Zhenya reeled in the line in one swift motion. Then, he used only his core strength to pull out the creature, which belatedly tried to resist.

Water droplets scattered as something massive surged up. Kwon Taekjoo could only watch in stunned silence, unable to even wipe the water from his face. The struggling fish, which had been fighting Zhenya, fell with a thud. Even then, it continued to slap the ground with its tail.

Zhenya casually plunged a knife into its gills. Red blood oozed out. He didn’t stop there and completely twisted its head backward. The big fish thrashed for a while longer, then went limp. It was only then that Zhenya’s appearance caught his eye. Its approximate length was about 150 cm, and its weight seemed to be at least 40 kg.

Zhenya threw the lifeless big fish to Kwon Taekjoo. He received it in surprise, then dropped it again due to its unexpected weight. Even though he had seen it with his own eyes and briefly touched it, it didn’t feel real. Seeing Kwon Taekjoo in a daze, Zhenya gave a slightly unsettling smile.

“Now I should make my wish.”

He took off his gown with a reluctant expression. The gown slid off his body, sweeping over his nakedness, and fell to the floor. Zhenya sat opposite the bed, observing him. His twisted lips seemed to foretell the hardships to come.

Zhenya’s wish was all too obvious. All Kwon Taekjoo had was a healthy body, and that was the only thing Zhenya found interesting. The only question was how perverse the additional demands would be.

Kwon Taekjoo sat cross-legged on the bed and faced Zhenya. For some reason, exposing his naked body no longer felt shameful. Of course, whether he could still feel that way after hearing Zhenya’s demands was uncertain. Feeling secretly anxious, he raised an objection.

“You said you don’t do it more than once with the same person.”

“I did.”

“But from what I remember, we’ve rolled around at least three times?”

“I can’t help it right now. There’s nowhere else to stick it if not in you.”

“That’s a problem that would be solved if you didn’t come to this corner of the island, isn’t it?”

Zhenya scoffed as if it were absurd. Then, without giving him time to change the subject, he abruptly demanded,

“Get on all fours.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get on all fours like an animal.”

“Hey, you…”

“I thought we agreed on no backtalk.”

Why had he added such a condition? Damn his mouth, damn him.

He looked at Zhenya with eyes that asked if that was really his wish, but Zhenya showed no sign of backing down. His taste was utterly depraved.

When he didn’t respond quickly, Zhenya motioned with his jaw, urging him to comply. Kwon Taekjoo, muttering “I’m going crazy,” messed up his hair. Then, reluctantly, he turned over. He managed to get on all fours, but he couldn’t bring himself to fully extend his limbs. His clenched fists trembled with humiliation.

“You don’t want to? Should I make another wish?”

Zhenya pressed him subtly. For some reason, that ‘other wish’ seemed like it would be even more extreme, not less. He gritted his teeth and slowly raised his legs. He also extended his arms, getting on all fours like a quadruped. Zhenya, who had been intently watching from behind, tilted his head.

“You need to spread your legs. I can’t see.”

Damn it, what was he supposed to see?

His teeth spontaneously ground together. But arguing back wouldn’t lead to anything good. It would be better for this moment to pass quickly. He forced his legs apart, which didn’t want to separate. His penis, which had been curled up between his thighs, flopped down.

Zhenya rested his chin on his arm, savoring the sight. He leisurely scanned Kwon Taekjoo’s firm, plump buttocks, the strong line of his thighs, the shadowy valley between his cheeks, and the flaccid flesh dangling beneath them. His trembling limbs, which were clearly in distress, aroused a desire for conquest. Soon, his cerulean eyes filled with heat.

He slowly rose from his seat. The gown draped over his shoulders slid off.

As he covered Kwon Taekjoo’s body, who was on all fours, he took a full bite of his neck, which instinctively flinched. Kwon Taekjoo bristled and pushed at Zhenya’s chest, but Zhenya easily overpowered him.

“…Ugh.”