Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 50

Zhenya bit his neck harder, as if punishing his futile resistance. Immediately after, a hard mass of flesh pressed between his tense buttocks. Under immense pressure, Kwon Taekjoo’s body crumpled as if folded. His lungs were instantly crushed, and he gasped for breath. His whole body tilted sharply forward. In the process, a part of the penis that had been shoved in was expelled. Zhenya seemed quite displeased by this, grabbing Kwon Taekjoo’s arm and thrusting into him from below in one swift motion. The half-inserted penis was instantly driven all the way to its root.

With a wet slap, Zhenya’s pelvis and Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks rubbed intensely. The severe penetrating sensation made Kwon Taekjoo’s thighs visibly tremble. This was already the umpteenth time, yet that terrible sensation never seemed to get any easier.

“Aahhh…”

A completely muffled moan escaped Kwon Taekjoo, whose head was buried deep. Zhenya stubbornly bit at his neck, which kept trying to recoil. He was almost single-minded, like a male in a rut.

With his penis still inside, Zhenya gnawed at Kwon Taekjoo’s reddened earlobe. He also thickly licked the back of his ear, where the fine hairs stood up. His ear area quickly became hot and wet.

He twisted his head to escape the ticklish and awkward skinship. His mumbled “Don’t” was crushed.

“…Right. Foreplay is a luxury when mating.”

Immediately after, the penis, which had been pulled out, leaving only the glans, was suddenly driven in all at once. Kwon Taekjoo’s body was pushed along with it. Zhenya didn’t allow even that, pressing himself against Kwon Taekjoo’s bottom, flattening his already firm buttocks. Then he rubbed deeply against their perfectly interlocked parts.

“Ugh, ugh…”

His stomach churned with a sickening sensation, and he repeatedly shook his head. Zhenya didn’t let up, pulling his hips back far then plunging deep inside. His body trembled as if electrocuted. Before that tremor could subside, Zhenya rode him like a horse, pulling and pushing him quickly from below. Wet, raw friction sounds were ground out from the ceaselessly detaching and reattaching skin. A deep vibration continuously echoed from deep within his body. It felt as if his body would split in half if he kept being pounded like this.

He thrashed his limbs, trying to escape the merciless, waterfall-like sensations. Soon, a flush spread across the back of his ears, his neck, and his entire back. Zhenya pressed down on Kwon Taekjoo even harder, licking his own dry lips.

“Cry out, zainka.”

He lay sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had done it again. Even if he had accepted the outcome of the bet, to willingly take Zhenya in such a filthy manner, he wondered if he had gone crazy. Late regrets washed over him.

This time, it was closer to consent; it was not explicitly rape. He knew he could lose the bet. He also clearly anticipated that Zhenya’s demands, which he would flaunt as a ‘wish,’ would not be pure. Yet, driven by his desire to escape, he had thrust his head into Zhenya’s mouth.

It felt futile and unpleasant. It was utterly humiliating that he had been so boastful and ended up groaning beneath Zhenya.

But that was all. It wasn’t shocking or infuriating as before. Had he become indifferent because he had endured it so many times? Perhaps a defensive mechanism was at work to maintain his sanity. It was just one of those things, sex.

Indeed, it was a common occurrence in prisons where only men gathered, on long voyages aboard ships, or within the military. It must have become familiar due to the peculiar situation of being trapped on a deserted island with only each other for company. Humans are, after all, creatures greatly influenced by their environment.

Anyway, sex with Zhenya had no meaning. There was no need to attach meaning to a meaningless act. He rationalized it that way.

As his confused mind cleared, he heard a sound he hadn’t noticed before. It was a familiar melody. It wasn’t an intense tone that would immediately grab attention. Rather than being extravagant, it was monotonous, calm, yet had a weighty power.

He felt a strong sense of déjà vu. When had he heard it before? Tracing his memories, he realized that he had first encountered this very melody in this mansion. What he had thought was a dream seemed to have been real.

He sat up and listened. It was definitely a string instrument, but it didn’t sound like a violin or a cello. Was it a viola?

He got out of bed as if drawn by something. He wrapped his naked body in the blanket. The surroundings were dark. Yet, he walked without turning on the lights.

The performance continued upstairs. He ran his hand along the wall, climbing the dim stairs. With each step, the melody became more vivid.

Soon, his dreamlike steps halted. In an instant, his vision opened up. Moonlight streaming through the large glass window illuminated a double bass. The vibrations echoing from its massive body struck his heart directly.

The long, white fingers dancing on the strings and the distinctive platinum blonde hair shone more brightly than ever. His posture, strongly or gently bowing the strings with a straight bow, was infinitely elegant. For a moment, he was lost in the illusion created by the light, completely forgetting who the performer was.

He leaned his heavy head against the wall and sat down. He was a layman when it came to music, but he knew that solo performances on the double bass were rare. It was an instrument optimized for harmony in an ensemble, yet it was playing a monologue. That stubbornness, and the slow melody born from its massive size, were so typical of him. Everything, except for the somehow sorrowful feeling it evoked.

He closed his eyelids and indulged in the music. For a monster devoid of emotion, he could produce surprisingly beautiful sounds. The melody, neither sharply soaring to a climax nor rushing impetuously, brought on a sleepy drowsiness. Kwon Taekjoo’s inner eyelids gradually settled. He felt as comfortable as he had on a spring day, dozing off behind his mother hanging laundry, with the spring sun gently caressing him.

Soon, the performance abruptly stopped. However, Kwon Taekjoo, deep in sleep, didn’t notice this at all. A dark shadow fell over his head as he slept soundly.

“…”

Zhenya extended his long bow and lifted Kwon Taekjoo’s hair. His usually rigid face was visibly relaxed. He gazed down at the unfamiliar face for a long time. He didn’t take any other action.

After a while, the forelock caught on the tip of the bow fell back over Kwon Taekjoo’s eyes. Zhenya returned to the double bass and began to play again.

A low, calm melody echoed faintly through the air, spreading far and wide.

“What’s over there?”

He asked during breakfast. It wasn’t a question he genuinely cared about. Zhenya, who was drinking coffee, turned his head, following Kwon Taekjoo’s hand. A few trees were visible far outside the window. Further in that direction was a birch forest.

Zhenya shrugged, seemingly uninterested. This was troublesome. To find the optimal spot for paragliding, he absolutely had to check the terrain there.

However, Zhenya showed no sign of going out. If he were to suggest going for a walk alone, it would surely arouse suspicion. There was no other way.

“We have nothing to do, want to go hunting together?”

He made the sudden suggestion. Zhenya looked up and stared at Kwon Taekjoo again. His increasingly active attitude in suggesting things must have seemed strange. He stared intensely, as if trying to discern Kwon Taekjoo’s true intentions.

“There’s really nothing else to pass the time with. I’m bored to death.”

That much was true. There wasn’t even a single book in the house. No internet-connected PC or television, let alone an audio system. Moreover, Zhenya, his only conversation partner, rarely spoke. And there was nothing for him and Zhenya to talk about anyway. A day felt like a year. No prison would be more desolate than this.

He had come up with a clever plan, but Zhenya showed little interest. Of course, he was a man who most enjoyed playing alone, so how would he understand the suffering of a neglected human?

He decided to change his approach. He would gently stroke the lazy beast’s belly and try to appease him.

“There are tiger skins everywhere here. You didn’t catch all of them yourself, did you?”

It was a somewhat ambiguous compliment. Yet, Zhenya’s jaw was subtly lifted. He still interpreted words without such intent as praise. He even tilted his head subtly, as if encouraging more. “How many is that? You’ve practically wiped them out,” Kwon Taekjoo said, and Zhenya’s chest swelled. His usually stern mouth even curved into a faint smile.

“Do you really want this body to play with you that much?”

What do you mean?

At the arrogant remark, Kwon Taekjoo’s expression immediately became displeased. He wasn’t particularly keen on it, but was Zhenya implying he was doing him a favor?

He looked at Zhenya with incredulous eyes. Zhenya didn’t care at all. He simply stood up, saying, “If you want it so much.”

“Another bet?”

Zhenya stopped just before leaving the kitchen and asked for confirmation. The humiliation of last night naturally came to mind. He swallowed his rising anger and nodded. If he was angry, he just had to win. Although he couldn’t match Zhenya in strength, he was confident he wouldn’t lose in accuracy and speed.

A gunshot echoed across the quiet snowfield. Startled birds fluttered and fled. Small animals hastily vanished. As a result, the snow piled on the branches fell to the ground with a thump. It felt as if the quietly sleeping forest suddenly awoke.

They raced along the forest path, competing with each other. They were chasing a reindeer that had been eating tree bark. It was his first time seeing one in person. He knew they were large, but he was intimidated by its size, easily 2 meters tall. The reindeer galloped forward, kicking the ground forcefully with its long, strong legs. Its enormous antlers seemed precariously close to getting caught in the branches.

The forest, untouched by human hands, was still in its primal state. The accumulated snow was covered only in animal tracks. Trees fell naturally and grew anywhere. In such a place, taking a wrong step could easily lead to getting caught in a tree gap buried under the snow and getting injured. Climbing over fallen trees was not easy either. The wild forest seemed to hide traps everywhere, wary of strangers.

The reindeer disappeared between the dense trees, then occasionally leaped up, asserting its presence. It seemed like it would be caught quickly, but then it would immediately move out of range. Its teasing movements annoyed him. Kwon Taekjoo, who had been running without a plan, suddenly bent one knee and sat down. It seemed faster to hit it from long range than to continue a chase that might never end.

He aimed the shotgun forward. He held his breath, waiting for the reindeer to jump again. As he concentrated all his senses on the target, the surrounding noise temporarily vanished. He narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger halfway.

Then, the reindeer, which had disappeared behind a tree, reappeared. He aimed fearlessly at its head and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the bullet ricocheted. However, the reindeer quickly changed direction, and only one of its antlers was blown off.

“…Damn it.”

A sigh escaped him. He must have been more focused than he realized. In the meantime, Zhenya passed Kwon Taekjoo and closely pursued the reindeer.

Kwon Taekjoo, who had been about to run along, suddenly paused. Meanwhile, Zhenya was getting further and further away. He remembered his primary duty, which he had forgotten in his excitement for the hunt. He hadn’t just come to pass the time. He had come to understand the forest’s geographical features and wind direction for his escape.

But perhaps he wouldn’t even need to. The two had come quite far from the mansion. Zhenya, excited by the hunt, had gone far away following the reindeer, and Kwon Taekjoo was left alone. In terms of distance, he was closer to the mansion than Zhenya.

What would happen if he turned back and ran now? If he returned to the mansion before Zhenya caught him. If only he could get on Zhenya’s helicopter.

He looked up again and checked Zhenya’s position. Zhenya was so far away that his silhouette was blurry. Would he have a chance if he ran at full speed?

Before he could confirm his conviction, he pushed off the snow and ran. He desperately swung his limbs, cutting through the fierce wind that rushed at him with every step he took. Just the thought of showing his back to him made his vision tremble unstably, and his pulse pounded frantically. He felt as if his legs would tangle and he would fall at any moment. His situation was no different from that of a reindeer being chased by a predator.

He fled frantically. He truly ran blindly, without thinking about anything else. His thighs and the backs of his calves quickly began to ache. But there was no time to hesitate. Once he had turned, he had to escape completely. Further and faster, before Zhenya noticed his absence.

The next moment, a gunshot echoed from afar. He flinched and stopped unconsciously. He looked back, but Zhenya was nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless, he was convinced that the reindeer had been killed by the recent shot.

He backed away, hesitatingly. Then he clenched his teeth and ran even faster. Zhenya, who had just finished hunting, would soon notice his absence. Just imagining Zhenya looking for him sent a chill down his spine.

Soon, a vast snowfield appeared before his eyes. It was both the entrance to the forest and its exit. He had run for a long time, but he still had that much further to go. Moreover, until now, the trees had provided cover for his body, but from now on, there was nowhere to hide. No matter how fast he ran, it would be difficult to avoid incoming bullets. So he had to quickly get out of range.

Just a little more, just a little. He ceaselessly urged himself on. Around that time, a presence reached his ears. He thought it was the wind, but it was different. Something was approaching with overwhelming force, breaking through the dense birch trees. A reindeer? No, it was larger and swifter than that.

A strong sense of déjà vu washed over him. A similar situation seemed to have occurred in the past. Soon, the day he first arrived in Russia came to mind. Even as he was kidnapped by thugs and roamed through alleys, he had sensed a similar presence.

It was him.

The rustling of his clothes against the bushes was clearly audible. It was more oppressive than the gunshot that had just echoed. The trees swayed slightly, warning him of Zhenya’s approach. “Damn it,” he muttered, and quickly escaped the forest.

The snowfield reflected the sunlight, making it impossible to open his eyes properly. All he could hear in his muffled ears was his own ragged breathing. His heart, fluttering unstably, felt as if it would burst from his throat at any moment. Even as his legs sank deep into the snow, he scurried on all fours.

Even when he was in the special forces, and during agent physical fitness tests, he had never run this hard. The same applied when pursuing an enemy or being chased in return. At no point had his life been in such danger.

But the situation is different now. If Zhenya caught him like this, there was no telling what would happen. His entire body exerted superhuman strength, stirring the frozen air and stomping on the slippery ground as never before.

Yet, the back of his head kept tightening. He didn’t dare to look back. The thick snow secretly concealed the pursuer’s presence.

His right foot, stepping out unconsciously, sank deeper than expected, and he stumbled violently. Instantly, with a bang, something grazed between his shoulder and earlobe. His entire body froze involuntarily. If he had stumbled even slightly more, his ear would have been blown off. His head might have been shattered.

“Next time, I won’t miss it.”

Zhenya’s warning flew from nearby. He must have run a considerable distance without pause, yet his cold voice showed no sign of wavering.

What should I do? What?

Zhenya’s footsteps were still inaudible. He couldn’t make a move rashly, as he had no idea how far away Zhenya was. He clenched his hand holding the shotgun. Sweat beaded in his palm. His heart pounded rapidly, unsettling his stomach. He didn’t have the confidence to try anything. But there was nothing more helpless than waiting for Zhenya’s judgment in that spot.

Kwon Taekjoo made a last-ditch effort, like encountering a tiger on a deserted road. He ignored Zhenya’s warning and bolted. It was do or die. His limbs immediately tingled, and cold sweat erupted from every pore. He gritted his teeth in a desperate, resigned state.

Soon after, three or four gunshots echoed from behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut, certain he was going to die. However, after a long time, he felt no pain. Kwon Taekjoo was still running vigorously, kicking the snow with both legs. Could it have been missed? Just as he was feeling uneasy, an ominous sound reached his ears. Was it his imagination, or was the ground subtly shaking?

A massive presence squirmed and vibrated. He instinctively stopped and turned his head toward the source of the monstrous sound. Soon, he was horrified to see a portion of the snow cliff, which stood like a folding screen, cracking and sliding down the slope. It was nothing short of an avalanche.

He had to run. That thought alone filled his mind, but his legs wouldn’t budge. He didn’t even think to raise his arms to block the incoming snow. Instantly, a white wave of snow engulfed Kwon Taekjoo.

After a brief commotion, the surroundings fell silent again, as if dead. All traces on the snowfield were cleanly erased. Zhenya walked over it. From the neck of the reindeer slung over his shoulder, drops of red blood fell, one by one. They dotted the pristine white snowfield, creating a vivid color contrast.

Zhenya nonchalantly walked past the spot where Kwon Taekjoo had disappeared. Then, he stopped for a moment at a considerable distance. How long did he wait? Suddenly, a hand emerged from the snow. The hand desperately scraped away the thick layer of snow, craving survival. Zhenya watched for a moment, then extended his hand, and the desperate hand firmly grasped it. He pulled with force. Soon, Kwon Taekjoo, covered in snow, was dragged onto the snowfield.

“Ugh… Haah… Cough, cough.”

He exhaled all the breath he had held in, his whole body heaving. He had gulped down air so greedily that he felt nauseous. He shook his head, shaking off the snow that had burrowed into his body. His head throbbed. This time, he had truly almost died.

“I seem to have won again.”

Zhenya muttered, looking down at the weakly wheezing Kwon Taekjoo. For some reason, his face was rigidly set.

Kwon Taekjoo’s hand, which had been annoyingly pushing his chin, fell loosely onto the bed. Zhenya stopped moving and silently looked down at his disheveled face. Tear tracks had dried on his wet eyelids. Deep wrinkles creased his brows, and thick veins stood out on his forehead. His parched lips were weakly parted, letting out shallow breaths. Zhenya relaxed his grip on Kwon Taekjoo’s neck. Then, his chest, slick with sweat, rose and fell slowly and heavily. His greatly contorted face relaxed somewhat.

He slowly leaned his upper body towards Kwon Taekjoo. As the insertion deepened, Kwon Taekjoo’s body twitched slightly. Chest pressed against chest, shoulder against shoulder, they clung together stickily. Body temperature and pulse were distinctly felt through their touching skin.

He quietly watched, then licked Kwon Taekjoo’s wet eyelids. He also traced his coarse eyelashes with the tip of his tongue. It tasted salty. He savored the taste, then slowly licked his own lower lip.

“Why?”

No matter how many times he asked himself, he didn’t know. It was nothing more than an interest in something unfamiliar, an unpredictable being. What if I do this? How will he react if I do that? He was merely an object of such perverse curiosity. If he lost interest, Zhenya wouldn’t regret discarding him immediately.

Kwon Taekjoo wasn’t the only object of his interest. Though a fleeting interest would quickly fade, it would just as quickly resurface. Just like in his relationships with women, he had never felt interested in the same thing more than once.

The moment Kwon Taekjoo reappeared, he became an exception. As soon as he received the news that ‘Anastasia’ had flown into Kwon Taekjoo’s hands, goosebumps erupted. An uncontrollable thrill surged from his head and spread throughout his body. He laughed at the thought of hunting down the impudent man.

Even so, he had never let his prey go. He would persistently pursue them and slowly choke the life out of them. He would conquer and subjugate whatever sparked his interest, and if they didn’t yield, he would eliminate them without hesitation. That was his way.

Yet, Kwon Taekjoo was still alive and well. He was a being who should have died three times over by now. Why was he so lenient with him?

Keeping him alive was a bit troublesome, but not annoying. Although he constantly attempted to escape, he would behave for a while after being caught. He ate the food brought to him quite well, and sometimes even spoke pleasant words. The biggest advantage was that he was sturdy enough not to break, no matter how hard Zhenya thrust into him. Even if he fought back fiercely due to his pride, there was a certain pleasure in subduing him. It was also quite enjoyable to see a body that seemed impenetrable finally tremble weakly.

Was he some kind of pet? Yes, it was no different from raising a wild animal that wasn’t easily tamed. His going out only when unavoidable, his increasingly quick returns, and his lingering around grocery stores he had no interest in—all were part of it. The more one looked at an object, the more attached one became. What felt new was that Zhenya himself had never raised anything before.

Dismissing it as such, he moved his halted hips. Kwon Taekjoo’s languid body swayed with him. His strong, sharp jawline, his prominent Adam’s apple, his straight collarbones and the thick mounds of his chest beneath them, and his abs that rippled with every breath – there was nothing about him that wasn’t manly, yet it inexplicably made Zhenya salivate.

The more he thrust inside as he pleased, the more his lower body’s thirst intensified. Even thrusting into Kwon Taekjoo’s unconscious body didn’t relieve his frustration. He put his knee under Kwon Taekjoo’s thigh, lifted it, and pulled his body, which had been pushed against the headboard, closer. He forced Kwon Taekjoo’s limp body open to its limit and thrust even deeper. As the insertion deepened, Kwon Taekjoo’s body crumpled greatly. His raging penis writhed ferociously, entangled in the sweet mucous membranes.

“Haah.”

He exhaled a long breath, savoring the tight grip. For a moment, his vision seemed to spin. As he rubbed intensely against their interlocked parts and thrust deeper, a groaning sound escaped Kwon Taekjoo. He held down Kwon Taekjoo’s arms, which reflexively flinched even in unconsciousness, and mercilessly drove his brutal, massive shaft in. Each time his engorged opening scraped against Zhenya’s heated penis, his blue eyes were consumed by a fiery red.

Unable to control his excitement, Zhenya repeatedly pressed his lips against Kwon Taekjoo’s face, ears, and around his jaw. His mind turned to mush, and he couldn’t bear not to do something. For a while, his body, which had been painfully stiff, now became exquisitely taut and soft. He was utterly intoxicated by the fact that he had opened and tamed a body that no one else could touch.

He accelerated his thrusts, ravaging Kwon Taekjoo’s inner flesh. Seeing Kwon Taekjoo thrashing, impaled by him, he involuntarily smirked.

“It’s a bit of a waste to kill him.”

He lit a cigar. The bitter scent spread with his quiet inhale and subsequent exhale. Kwon Taekjoo twitched and opened his eyes. His eyelids felt like they had stones on them. His throat was so dry it hurt. It wasn’t surprising, given that he had screamed until he passed out.

He tried to get up, but his body wouldn’t obey. He rolled his eyes and saw Zhenya sitting on the bed with his back to him. He tried to call him, but no voice came out.

“…?”

Zhenya, who was smoking his cigar, glanced back. It was because Kwon Taekjoo had gently tapped his back. His hand, dangling in the air, seemed to be yearning for something. Zhenya watched his slowly moving hand thoughtfully, then offered him the cigar he was holding. Kwon Taekjoo let out a faint sigh, as if it wasn’t what he wanted. Zhenya insisted, pushing the cigar between his lips. Kwon Taekjoo, though displeased, didn’t throw the cigar away.

He massaged his throbbing head and slowly sat up. Meanwhile, Zhenya lit a new cigar. The bedroom quickly filled with acrid smoke. A cough repeatedly erupted from his parched throat.

Last night, he thought he was surely going to die. He couldn’t forget Zhenya’s face as he pulled him out of the snow. He had never seen such a cold expression. Even in the grip that clenched his neck, he felt anger. Was he angry because he had been tricked?

His sore throat still ached with sleep. He had no sensation below his waist, but he was grateful to be alive. Zhenya’s behavior throughout the night was like that of someone trying to tame a misbehaving wild animal. It wasn’t about training him, but unilaterally instilling hierarchy and dominance. Zhenya’s rough and crude actions made him realize his level of socialization. Zhenya clearly regarded humans other than himself as beings to be subjugated.