Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 70

By the way, what should he tell his mother? And what about that bastard Zhenya? It was daunting. If he told the truth, he might be permanently tied down. Wouldn’t it be better to just do it and then inform them?

Recalling various excuses, he headed home. Contrary to his worries, his mother was nowhere to be seen. She seemed to have gone out for an errand. There was no trace of Zhenya’s visit either. Was he quietly waiting for Kwon Taekjoo at his own house?

It bothered him somewhat, but he packed his bags first. His mother didn’t return by the time he finished preparing to leave. There was no special contact from Zhenya either.

He called a taxi. He asked the driver to go straight to the airport, then stared out the window for a long time before calling his mother.

“Yes, son. Why?”

“I just stopped by the house and you weren’t there. It seems I won’t be able to come home for a while because of work. I told you last time, didn’t I? That there’s a big event hosted by the embassy a month from now. A lot of work piled up while I was on my business trip. There’s also a lot of work to share and handle with the Russian department, so my work hours will be irregular. Because of the time difference.” 

“Oh dear, you’ll get sick. I’m fine, so just come home even if it’s late. You have to eat well.” 

“It’s uncomfortable for me, you know. When my commute is erratic, it’s a hassle to come home every day.” 

“Then should I make you some side dishes? Do you have a change of clothes?” 

“Well, meals are provided, and I’ve packed everything I need. I just called to tell you not to worry if I don’t contact you for a while. And to take good care of yourself.” 

“Oh, this boy. Acting like he’s going somewhere far away.” 

“Mother, I have to go back to work now. I’ll contact you again.” 

“Alright, work hard.”

Even after ending the call, he kept staring at his phone. Since he had left like that earlier in the day, he ought to contact Zhenya too. The problem was that no excuse would work on him. Normally, he would have interfered, telling him to refuse a new mission, but his prolonged silence felt strangely unsettling.

After much deliberation, he called Zhenya. But for some reason, the phone just kept ringing.

Of course, Zhenya didn’t have to wait for Kwon Taekjoo all the time. He could miss a call or two. However, he had rarely done so before, always initiating contact, and Zhenya had no other ties in Korea besides him, so it worried him. Had he gotten sulky after all? He considered leaving a message but decided against it. If Zhenya was truly upset, he shouldn’t just inform him unilaterally; he would have to appease him gently with words. If only to avoid repercussions.

The taxi quickly arrived at the airport. He received the airline ticket booked by headquarters and proceeded with check-in early.

Before entering the departure hall, he called Zhenya again. But this time, Zhenya remained silent. He continued to try calling him after security and while heading to the boarding gate. Each attempt was futile.

He pulled back his sleeve and checked the time. It was almost time to board. He had no idea how many days this mission would take.

He touched the call button one last time. But he couldn’t hear Zhenya’s voice in the end. Looking at the accumulated call log, he felt like a stalker.

“No choice.”

He resigned himself, yet couldn’t take his eyes off his phone. His phone wasn’t off, so how could he possibly not answer the phone like this? Of course, even if something had happened to Zhenya, he should be worried about the situation, not Zhenya himself.

Nevertheless, like a mouse thinking of a cat, he pressed the call button again. “Answer, damn it,” he muttered. Around that time, a voice announcement urged passengers to board quickly. From his phone, only an indifferent ringtone continued, on the verge of breaking off.

Finally, the persistent ringing stopped. Then, he heard the long-awaited sound of Zhenya’s breathing. There was a lot of ambient noise, indicating he was outside. Zhenya, who had finally answered, spoke first before Kwon Taekjoo could say anything.

“I’m busy now, later.” 

“What?”

As he asked back in disbelief, the call ended. He stared blankly at his phone. The call duration was less than 3 seconds. He felt hollow, and considerably flustered. That bastard is busy? Did he go to the embassy or something? Still, thankfully, it didn’t seem like the problem he had worried about had occurred.

Having no other choice, he left a message saying he was going out for work for a while. Then he finally turned off his phone and boarded the airplane.

The plane flew for about two hours and arrived in Beijing. As he walked towards the immigration counter amidst the crowd, an airport staff member stood holding a sign. Kwon Taekjoo’s name was clearly written on it.

“Mr. Kwon?”

As if he had already identified his features, he approached and asked. A strong sense of déjà vu washed over him. He hadn’t been told that anyone would be there to meet him this time either. He turned on his phone, but apart from the usual arrival messages for international travel, no other messages had arrived.

Has my presence already been exposed? If so, he needed to confirm who was trying to make contact and for what purpose. The other party already knew his identity and even his appearance, so he couldn’t simply deny it.

After much deliberation, he slowly nodded.

“Please follow me.”

The staff member led the way. Kwon Taekjoo silently followed, taking out his non-prescription glasses and putting them on. If he snapped the legs off, a needle would emerge, containing a powerful anesthetic. He didn’t have time to assemble a firearm, so he intended to prepare for any eventuality with that.

As they moved away from the bustling immigration counters, the number of people gradually thinned. The staff member leading the way occasionally checked if Kwon Taekjoo was following well and hailed an elevator. Taking it up one more floor, they arrived at a lounge. Since it had no particular name, it seemed like a place used by a designated few.

Now, there wasn’t even a shadow of a person around. The staff member who had guided Kwon Taekjoo there knocked on the closed door, then bowed respectfully and withdrew. After confirming he had left, Kwon Taekjoo quietly took off his glasses. Then he snapped the legs and tightly clenched them in his hand.

He flung the door open, and the runway beyond the panoramic window filled his vision. And sitting in front of it was an unexpected person.

“Why don’t you put that away?”

He gestured with his chin at the glasses legs in Kwon Taekjoo’s hand. He immediately understood Kwon Taekjoo’s intentions and even sneered mockingly. It was Zhenya. The man who should have been in Korea was sitting with the Beijing airport runway behind him. He couldn’t understand it at all.

“What’s going on?” 

“First, why don’t you drink something? There’s still some time left before boarding.”

He didn’t answer the question, taking his time. He even wiggled his finger, as if telling him to come closer. Kwon Taekjoo obliged and sat down opposite him.

“Explain. Why are you here?”

To the questioning Kwon Taekjoo, he tossed a document envelope. It was a continuous string of incomprehensible situations. When Kwon Taekjoo frowned, Zhenya gestured to the envelope with his chin, telling him to check it. Then he poured himself some wine and savored its aroma. Kwon Taekjoo eyed him suspiciously, then opened the envelope first.

He took out the documents inside and casually scanned them. But before long, his eyes widened.

“This is…”

He looked at Zhenya, as if seeking confirmation that he hadn’t misread it. Zhenya merely curled the corners of his lips silently and sipped the wine swirling in his glass.

He read it several times again, and there was no mistake. The document was essentially the reason Kwon Taekjoo was here right now. It contained the inside story of North Korea’s recent actions. Where and how had he acquired this? He didn’t for a moment think he had used legal channels.

So, was this why he hadn’t been contactable until now, why the surroundings were noisy when the call finally connected, and why he had said he was busy and would talk later?

He stared at the report with a dazed look.

“…Can you really give this to me?” “Is there a reason not to?”

He countered calmly. Kwon Taekjoo wondered if it was okay for Zhenya to act arbitrarily for the benefit of another country. Especially as the Russian Ambassador.

Of course, it was just an empty title, and Zhenya’s every action wouldn’t necessarily be tied to the nation’s well-being and image. Yet, he couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling that Zhenya’s favor might escalate into a large-scale diplomatic issue. But he also couldn’t ignore the effort Zhenya had made to get it.

“I’m really taking it, you know? Don’t go back on your word later.” 

“That’s your specialty, Taek-joo.”

When had he ever gone back on his word? Zhenya had clearly been sulking because he’d been stood up.

Anyway, what now? The unexpected smooth progress of things ironically left him feeling even more bewildered. He didn’t know how to report this to headquarters.

During a mission, the situation must be reported periodically. This was to minimize the variables of information omission and prevent deviation from the operational area. At least, he needed to contact them to say he had arrived safely.

“Just a moment.”

He excused himself and stood up. At that instant, Zhenya reached out and snatched Kwon Taekjoo’s phone. Immediately, it was plunged into the ice bucket before he could react. Wine was poured over it with a gurgling sound.

“What are you doing?!”

He cried out in horror and rushed to rescue his phone. Zhenya, however, grabbed his hand.

“This isn’t helpful.” “What are you talking about, you crazy bastard?” “There’s no business etiquette. I went to all that trouble to buy you time, and you’re trying to return it on whose authority?”

Zhenya meant that since he had done the work Kwon Taekjoo was supposed to handle, he would now use Kwon Taekjoo’s time however he pleased. Indeed, if he handed over the secured documents to headquarters, he would receive empty words of thanks and a new mission. Thus, the hamster wheel would continue to turn endlessly. Until the busy work was over. Perhaps unification would happen sooner.

He relaxed his body. He willingly gave up on his phone, which had already crossed the point of no return. Regardless, thanks to Zhenya, he had obtained quality information without lifting a finger. Moreover, he hadn’t been able to keep his promise from yesterday due to the summons from headquarters. This time, it seemed acceptable to accede to Zhenya’s demands. He also wasn’t entirely without the desire to rest, using that as an excuse.

Still holding his hand, he asked, “So, what do you want to do?”

Only then did a satisfied smile spread across Zhenya’s lips.

***

“In the end, it’s… again.” I murmured to myself, a resigned whisper, staring blankly out the window. The scenery beyond was familiar, yet not entirely so. Instead of a pristine white snowfield, a lush green lawn stretched around the mansion, and the sparse, skeletal trees of the forest were now thick with foliage. The sky, which had been gray all winter, was now cloudless. It seemed spring had fully arrived on this isolated island.

A fresh surge of emotion washed over me. This place, where I had been so utterly confined for months, now felt like a resort. The change in my feelings towards Zhenya seemed to alter everything around him. The silence, bordering on stillness, and the sheer lack of anything to do, which once felt monotonous, now simply felt comfortable and good. It was as if the terrible past days were nothing but a dream.

As I continued to gaze out the window, a large shadow fell over me from behind. Even without that, his unique scent would have alerted me to Zhenya’s approach. Yet, Kwon Taekjoo didn’t even flinch, and Zhenya sank his teeth into the nape of his neck. His hand reached around to Kwon Taekjoo’s side, holding him firmly as if supporting his abdomen.

“Can’t we just take a nap and do whatever it is you want to do after?” I pleaded, my voice tired. But it was useless. As if he hadn’t heard a word, he repeatedly bit and released the nape of my neck, twisting open each button of my shirt. Soon, the front loosened, revealing his firm physique. His other hand burrowed in, gripping and kneading both my breasts. The dense mounds were repeatedly worked over.

In the meantime, his sharp nose traced down my neck, coming to rest behind my ear. He inhaled deeply, taking in Kwon Taekjoo’s scent, then abruptly grabbed his arm. His touch seemed rather urgent.

I was thrown onto the bed. Immediately, Zhenya filled my vision, pressing down on my body. My loosely hanging shirt was peeled back. His smoothly curved body was fully revealed, writhing as if stretching. His long fingers lazily traced from Kwon Taekjoo’s Adam’s apple, down his sternum, to his navel, when he suddenly made a strange suggestion.

“There’s a way to finish it in one go, and a way to keep going until I’m satisfied. I’ll give you the choice.” A choice, for once. Of course, without even having to ask, I’d choose the former. I could just get it over with and sleep all I wanted.

Just as I was about to answer, he added a condition.

“But if you want to finish it in one go, you have to move yourself.” What? Was he saying Kwon Taekjoo had to move his hips? I made a troubled expression, and he grinned, provoking me. Until now, I had always just gone along with him whenever he was in heat. There were often times when I fell asleep first from exhaustion or even passed out. But I had never once initiated it myself.

Thinking about it, I had been quite passive. The problem was clearly that his stamina far exceeded normal levels. I had never lost control in any romantic relationship before. There was no reason for it to be different just because it was him.

I showed my even teeth and gave a deliberately fake smile.

“Then you have to accept my condition too. That’s fair, isn’t it?” To my surprise, he nodded silently. Then he pulled Kwon Taekjoo up and prematurely seated him on top of him. He ran his hands up Kwon Taekjoo’s smooth waist, then reached his chest, gently kneading both nipples. Kwon Taekjoo grabbed his hands, pulling them away from him.

“Don’t touch me at all while we’re doing this.” His usually relaxed expression faltered slightly. “That might be a bit difficult.” His blue eyes silently rebelled. I slyly moved my hips, stimulating his crotch, and asked, “Don’t you want to?” A ridiculous laugh escaped him.

“Do as you please.” As if to prove it, I braced my upper body with both hands on the bed behind me. Then, with a tilt of my head, I smirked, as if daring him. For some reason, his smile reminded me of a devil.

“Ugh… Ahh.” I inserted a finger behind me to open up. I thought doing it myself would be better than letting him do it, but that wasn’t necessarily the case. Even with plenty of lube, the rigid entrance wouldn’t relax.

The fine wrinkles were distinctly palpable on my fingertips. Perhaps because it was a hidden place deep inside, I felt an unfamiliar softness. My teeth kept clenching at the strange sensation of poking myself from behind.

“Lube it up properly inside. I don’t want to hear any unnecessary complaints.” Zhenya leaned comfortably against the bed, giving advice. I glared at the hateful man and squeezed out a lot of lube. The slippery fluid immediately filled my ass crack, thickly coating the back of my thighs. Some of it even dripped onto Zhenya’s pelvis and lower abdomen. My fumbling fingers around the opening quickly left his penis slick and gleaming.

“You look like you’re covered in syrup.” Zhenya gazed at Kwon Taekjoo’s trembling penis in front of him, then slowly licked his lower lip. His blue eyes glittered with subtle heat.

Even a slight dip of my hips would make me feel something hard against my thigh. Although nothing had happened yet, his penis was already standing erect. Even if I tried to ignore it, it wriggled like it had a life of its own, rubbing against my body.

“Get that away. Mine’s wilting.” I pushed his huge dick away with disdain. This caused his already bent penis to spring back, hitting Kwon Taekjoo’s thigh again. I glared at Zhenya in annoyance. He merely smirked.

His arms were behind him, supporting his head. Yet, he freely swayed and bounced his penis, provoking Kwon Taekjoo. Even though I sat facing forward, trying not to look, his shadow fell over me, asserting his presence. My brows furrowed involuntarily.

It wasn’t the first or second time we’d done this, yet a new fear enveloped me. Just looking at his monstrous size made me feel overwhelmed at the thought of putting it inside me. Still, perhaps it was better to move at my own pace than to be helplessly dominated by him.

I unexpectedly poured the remaining lube entirely onto Zhenya’s monstrous penis. The sudden cold gel flowing down his shaft made his relaxed brows furrow. A low groan escaped him. His reddish glans twitched at the unfamiliar sensation. The constantly twitching urethra produced clear bubbles that burst almost immediately.

Now that it was thoroughly lubricated, insertion should be a little easier. Optimistically, I gripped the base of his penis firmly. Even with an adult male’s hand, it was difficult to grasp it all at once.

I braced myself by gripping Zhenya’s visibly twitching abdomen. Then, I aimed my opening at his stiff penis. Just the contact with the entrance made his penis uncontrollably release pre-cum. The heat emanating from his constantly pulsing urethra was indescribable. Even in his perpetually composed blue eyes, a subtle impatience was detectable.

Staring directly into his eyes, filled with anticipation and excitement, I slowly lowered myself. My lower abdomen instinctively tensed. The lines of my abs became even more defined. My painstakingly opened entrance reluctantly swallowed his glans. Zhenya’s head tilted back slightly. His gently closed, light eyelashes also twitched.

“…Augh.” When the opening stretched to its maximum, even breathing became difficult. Unable to bear it any longer, I sat up on my knees, catching my breath for a moment. But with his thickest glans already inside, even that was difficult.

I groaned, pushing my lower body down again. But the completely interlocked flesh didn’t budge. I thought I had stretched it enough, but it seemed the deep inside was still tight. I was awkwardly impaled, not knowing what to do. It was a dilemma. The foreign sensation filling and blocking me below made any position uncomfortable.

Zhenya watched him, his eyes consumed by heat. He was tantalized by Kwon Taekjoo slowly taking him in. He repeatedly bit his own lower lip in frustration.

It wasn’t long before his shallow patience ran out. He suddenly reached out for Kwon Taekjoo’s waist. He intended to push down his body, which was only tormenting him.

But Kwon Taekjoo was faster. He grabbed his hand, looking directly into his displeased eyes, and reminded him of their promise.

Zhenya reluctantly clicked his tongue and withdrew his hand. Only then did I resume lowering myself. The massive, veiny flesh scraped against my unprepared inner walls, pushing its way in with difficulty. My spine stiffened. I was straining my whole body so much that my vision kept blurring yellow.

“Haa, ha…” I managed to gasp out broken breaths. It felt like my breath was constantly catching in my throat. I was already disheartened by how endless this was.

Zhenya felt equally frustrated. He had done it several times last night, so he expected it to be smooth. But perhaps because Kwon Taekjoo was too tense, even insertion was difficult. It felt like his skin was being peeled off. It wouldn’t have been strange if his penis had just snapped off. His thighs twitched repeatedly from the stinging sensation biting him below. He even furrowed one brow and gritted his teeth.

“…Ugh.” I stared at Zhenya in confusion. Perhaps I had misheard his last groan, but he was breathing heavily, his eyes and ears flushed. His Adam’s apple and abdominal muscles constantly twitched from the thirst that couldn’t be quenched. Seeing him tormented by lust made me feel a little compensated for my suffering.

But I couldn’t continue enduring this pain just for that. I was just about to turn my gaze away for a moment, thinking of applying more lube. Suddenly, Zhenya thrust his hips upward. With that, his stiffly intertwined penis plunged deeper inside.

“Augh…!” I flinched as if electrocuted. My body involuntarily jolted up. With that, the suddenly invading penis slipped back out.

“Hey, don’t move.” “It’ll be morning soon, what do you want me to do? My cum will go bad inside!” What’s going wrong? I felt like I’d just heard a horrifying fallacy. As I paused, frowning, Zhenya thrust his hips up again. With a wet smack, our thighs rubbed together powerfully. His penis, which had only barely been caught by the glans, was now fully impaled to the root.

“Aaaah!” This time, a genuine scream burst out. The strength left my bracing knees, and I collapsed entirely onto Zhenya. He didn’t miss that opening.

He thrust in immediately, reaching the deepest part, feeling the firm embrace. My annoyingly stuffy head and neck instantly cooled. All the fine hairs on my cheeks stood on end. I just wanted to savor it deeply. Before Kwon Taekjoo could even regain control of his collapsed body, Zhenya greedily thrust his hips upwards.

His thighs smacked against my buttocks, creating explicit friction sounds like a rice cake pounder. My body soared into the air against my will, then plummeted back down. With each fall, his penis, plunged deep inside, repeatedly pounded me. The deep plunges felt like my internal organs were being crushed. I tried to squirm to get comfortable, only to slip on sweat and lube, collapsing even more messily, again and again.

“Haaahh… Ugh! Augh… Nng, ah!” Even though I tried to hold back, groans kept escaping. My entire body was flushed with heat. Sweat began to bead all over me.

Zhenya, lazily observing Kwon Taekjoo’s glistening body, slowly reached out a hand. But Kwon Taekjoo refused to allow any touch until the very end. Even while suffering from pleasure that was akin to pain, he miraculously swatted his hand away.

A frustrated sigh escaped Zhenya. He was annoyed that he couldn’t touch and knead what was right in front of him, despite his strong desire. He expressed his deep regret by roughly grinding his lower body. Kwon Taekjoo continued to let out scream-like groans, collapsing messily.

His massive penis was swallowed whole between my taut buttocks, then pulled out in one swift motion. The violently intertwined and kneaded flesh grew redder and redder. Not only Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks, but also Zhenya’s thighs where he repeatedly lowered himself, and his stirring penis, turned blood-red as if they would burst. As the pounding continued, the whitened gel stuck like spiderwebs, making squishy sounds. Opaque bubbles formed in the slackened opening, only to burst without a trace each time his scrotum slammed into it.

Zhenya watched Kwon Taekjoo, who was impaled on him and thrashing wildly, with satisfaction. Every time Kwon Taekjoo’s body descended, his penis and firm chest muscles swayed along. Just the sensation of being poked from behind made his erect nipples glisten smoothly with beads of sweat. Simply watching made his Adam’s apple bob involuntarily as he swallowed with anticipation.