Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 80

It was all that damn Zhenya’s fault. He said he’d be gone for a bit to Russia, but he didn’t say why he went, and he hasn’t shown any sign of returning for over half a month. If he’s going to be late, he should at least contact me. Making me worry. Even for a pet, let alone a stray animal that you just feed, he wouldn’t be this irresponsible.

If they were dating, it would be a situation where it was natural to be angry. Of course, neither Zhenya nor Kwon Taekjoo had ever explicitly said they were dating. Still, they spent most of their time together, whether by choice or by circumstance, they didn’t have other partners, and they got down to business as soon as their eyes met. Wouldn’t that naturally mean they were dating? Above all, Zhenya himself had brazenly spouted cringe-worthy words like zaichanka and lover. That must mean he clearly perceived this relationship in that way. Is this really how you treat a lover?

There was a time when he interfered too much, sometimes even to the point of hindering work, and I wished he would just be busy or disappear for a while. In a way, it was like my words had manifested. But now I’m grumbling again. Complaining no matter what. Humans are truly funny.

“…And he said he was my lifeline. That bastard always just talks big. Fuck.”

I muttered irritably, running my hands through my hair. I should get up and shower, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. The sofa was just too comfortable.

Having frequented this house for a year, I had become very accustomed to it. It felt as comfortable as my own room back home. I knew where everything was, even with my eyes closed.

I usually spend most of my days off here. As soon as I entered the house, or even before, kisses would begin, leading naturally to sex. It happened not just in the bedroom, but also in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, and even the garage and balcony. I’d be conscious of the blinds slightly parting with every movement.

The next day, I stayed on the sofa all day. It seemed I had gotten used to lounging by the pechka whenever I went to Azinok Island. I ordered delivery food and sat on Zhenya like a cushion. Then, I’d read a book or watch TV while waiting for the food to arrive. He might seem stiff, but when he relaxed like that, he was surprisingly soft. His relaxed muscles were unexpectedly pliant.

At such times, he would quietly wrap his arms around Kwon Taekjoo’s waist and incessantly rub his head against Kwon Taekjoo’s neck, the back of his ears, and his head. It was as if he was checking his own scent that had lingered overnight. Of course, it never stopped there. His hand, subtly tracing Kwon Taekjoo’s bare waist, would soon explore his abdomen, and then quickly grasp and knead both breasts. The act of nuzzling his nose against Kwon Taekjoo’s skin also gradually became more explicit, openly gnawing at his neck or ear.

[Hey. You seem to have some attachment issues, don’t you? That twisted fuse in your head, and your particular obsession with my chest….] 

[Is that what happens when attachment is lacking? Then I’ll diligently form that attachment from now on.] 

[That’s not what I meant, you bastard. It’s already too late for you. It hurts, stop kneading.] 

[You always say you hate it, but you like it when I touch you.]

Ah, does he prefer it when I suck him?

He muttered salaciously and easily laid Kwon Taekjoo on the sofa. Then, he abruptly lifted Kwon Taekjoo’s T-shirt and buried his head inside. Kwon Taekjoo’s nipples, which tingled with just a slight brush of clothing, were immediately seized and sucked. Even as Kwon Taekjoo struggled in disgust, he couldn’t escape. The torment only ended when Kwon Taekjoo’s penis hardened. The bastard’s massive erection had long since been engorged.

[You crazy bastard. Seriously, stop getting so hard.] 

[It’s not something I can control. It’s just a conditioned reflex.]

He argued shamelessly, then his expression changed instantly. He called out, “Taekjoo,” lazily, setting the mood. Before I knew it, I was again pinned beneath him, grunting. The intercom rang midway, but I couldn’t pay attention. In the end, the delivery food was completely forgotten and left neglected outside the front door.

Is that what it feels like to have your essence sucked dry by a demon? It’s vague, but I could sympathize to some extent.

“……!”

Then, suddenly, my phone rang. I flinched, lost in the previous recollection. I thought I had imagined it, but a clear vibration could be felt from the phone I had tossed far away.

I immediately picked up the phone. But then the strength drained from my body. The caller was my mother. I had told her I was having a drink with Jongwoo, and it seemed she was checking when I’d come home.

I sighed softly and ran a hand over my face. The forgotten fatigue washed over me. I cleared my throat and answered the phone.

“Yes, Mother. I told you to go to sleep first, why?”

As expected, my mother asked where I was and if I was still drinking. She said there was no need to worry about work now that it was Saturday, but she seemed concerned about how late it was getting.

“Yeah. It got late while drinking. I’ll sleep at Jongwoo’s place today and go home tomorrow. Don’t worry and go to sleep.”

I ended the call simply and tossed my phone aside again. I slowly massaged my face with both hands. Another sigh escaped me prematurely.

Soon, I shook my head and stood up. Then, I went into the bedroom and dived onto the wide bed. The bed firmly supported my tired body without shaking.

“Damn, it’s wide.”

I buried my head in the soft pillow and grumbled. I felt as if Zhenya’s scent subtly lingered in the bedding. He was the type to immediately strip off and discard the sheets if they got dirty, so it might have been my imagination.

A pleasant drowsiness enveloped me. My eyes started to droop. Whenever I fell asleep here and woke up, Zhenya’s face was right there. Before, he would sometimes shower first, or be in the kitchen boiling ramen I hadn’t even asked for, but at some point, he stopped leaving his spot until I woke up. He would stare at me sleeping, and as soon as my eyes opened, he would immediately shower me with physical affection.

Very occasionally, Kwon Taekjoo would wake up first. That was the chance to look at the quiet bastard’s face until I was sick of it. His sleeping face looked simply harmless, even innocent. It was strange how someone whose features were all so extravagant could appear that way.

Fearing he might wake up if I moved, I stayed still and looked at his face. A few times, I held my breath, grabbed my phone, and secretly took pictures.

Had he noticed it somehow? He often pretended to be asleep even after waking up. His eyelids were still, and his eyelashes didn’t flutter, but I could quickly tell he was awake. Even more so because of his breathing, which would ticklishly waver the more I stared.

[What are you doing?]

When I chastised him, he brazenly lifted his eyelids in an instant. Then, with a chuckle, he boldly demanded,

[You just keep peeking. When are you going to do it? The kiss.] 

[It seems your head has some strange formula. That kidnapped or sleeping people should be kissed. Have you read too many fairy tales?] 

[You have no mood, Taekjoo. Women would dislike that.] 

[Isn’t that good for you?]

Suddenly, I leaned down and captured the lips of the scolding bastard. He was completely unexpected, even pausing. I bit his rarely firm lower lip open and rubbed his tongue, which usually darted out, with my own. His dazed eyes, passively enduring, softened. He naturally cupped Kwon Taekjoo’s face and tried to change positions. But I grabbed his hands, keeping them away from me, and continued to lead the kiss. After a long while, I made a smacking sound and pulled our entangled lips apart. His scarlet eyes were contentedly unfocused.

[I don’t mind either.]

I added indifferently, looking down at him. And that day, I was truly kissed until my lips were swollen. My lips stung even when I barely opened them, and I remembered struggling for a long time.

It wasn’t always good. We also fought horribly. Zhenya almost always lit the fuse, and Kwon Taekjoo’s low flashpoint would cause even minor things to explode. Of course, Zhenya didn’t understand why Kwon Taekjoo got so angry. No, it seemed he had no intention of understanding. His thought process was like that of a five-year-old, purely self-centered. He didn’t care about his surroundings at all. He didn’t know how to apologize, even when it was purely his fault. It was as if he lacked any basis in his mind for what he should apologize for or why.

Though only a few times, there were instances where Kwon Taekjoo was the cause. One of their biggest fights was on such a day.

It was only recently. It was also around Zhenya’s second birthday since they started living together. For Zhenya, who was exhausted from the Korean summer heat, they had promised to spend a vacation in Azinok.

The problem was that, by chance, North-South relations had become strained at that time. The National Intelligence Service was on high alert. Kwon Taekjoo was assigned consecutive missions. He had no choice but to postpone their original plan a little. It was a politically sensitive period, so he strictly warned Zhenya not to get involved under any circumstances. Instead, he barely managed to appease him by promising to grant him anything he wanted once the missions were successfully completed.

But the intelligence he had barely acquired became compromised. The target he had been chasing for days, whom he had almost caught, suddenly vanished. He searched for his traces meticulously with burning eyes, but a fish that had broken the line and escaped would not return. Time flowed relentlessly while he wandered. The trip to Azinok was continuously delayed.

He had to turn back, filled with uneasiness, at the command to return. For the first time, Kwon Taekjoo himself failed to complete a given mission.

Zhenya returned after a few weeks and silently watched Kwon Taekjoo, who said not a word. He tried not to show it. He tried to shake off all lingering regrets. It wasn’t easy. His gloomy mood showed no sign of lifting.

He slept for a full day as if he had fainted. When he opened his eyes again, Zhenya was sitting in the exact same spot, looking at Kwon Taekjoo. He didn’t speak rashly or cling to him like usual. Kwon Taekjoo entered the bathroom without a single word from such a man. He filled the bathtub and sank silently into the water.

He had to apologize to Zhenya, explain the situation, and ask for his understanding, but he simply didn’t have the emotional capacity. For a while, he just wanted to be thoughtless, without striving for anything.

It was a long time before he came out. Zhenya was now sitting on the living room sofa. Soon, their eyes met. For some reason, the man’s face was stiff with displeasure. Now that he thought about it, a continuous vibrating sound was coming from somewhere. Following the sound, his gaze landed on Zhenya’s hand. The man was brazenly holding Kwon Taekjoo’s work phone.

It seemed a call had come from headquarters. They had said they would contact him if the missed target reappeared. He was consumed only by the thought that an opportunity to make amends had arrived. He had no time to think about the accumulated fatigue or the incident with Zhenya.

“Give it.”

He held out his hand unhesitantly. Zhenya’s complexion turned chillingly cold.

“I said, give it here.”

He pressed again in a low voice. Then, as if to show him, the man shattered Kwon Taekjoo’s phone. The phone, broken in two, was thrown at his feet.

Something that had been stretched thin in his mind snapped. It felt like he’d had cold water poured over him.

“What are you doing?”

“You said it was over.”

“…I missed the target. That’s why the operation was temporarily concluded.”

“So, you’re going?”

Zhenya openly expressed his displeasure. His chest felt constricted, as if it was tightly blocked. A sigh, almost a lament, escaped him.

“It’s work.”

“Is that work so important?”

“What kind of question is that?”

Annoyance surged within him. At the man who asked such a question, and at the situation where he had to answer each one. The man seemed to be throwing an unreasonable tantrum.

“Can’t you tell right from wrong? You’re not a child; stop whining.”

Aggressive words burst out. For a moment, he saw Zhenya’s jaw and forehead twitch. His eyes sharpened like blades.

“So, your precious work will only end if the entire Korean Peninsula is blown up and made into one? Is that it?”

Nonsense words made him gasp. His will to talk to Zhenya any further vanished.

Ignoring the man, he started putting on his clothes. He was in a hurry to leave, without even properly buttoning his shirt, when the man called him again. “Taekjoo,” he said, his voice mixed with a distant sigh. When he looked back, the man was bowing his head, hands clutching his forehead. A deep shadow fell across his face.

“I’m barely holding back the urge to lock you up again.”

It wasn’t an empty threat. That’s how the man was built. He had just forgotten. For a while, the man had been docile, making him think he had adapted. That he was being well-trained. It was a selfish and narrow-minded miscalculation. The man was merely enduring. In fact, to a man who didn’t even consider the peace of the Korean Peninsula or the safety of his own country, it must have been meaningless.

If Kwon Taekjoo had retained his clear judgment, the situation could have been entirely different. But at that moment, he only wanted to make amends for his sole failure.

“Sorry.”

He offered a non-apology and turned away. Zhenya did not hold back any longer. The man rose from his seat, quickly closed the distance, and roughly spun Kwon Taekjoo around. His arm, grabbed by the man, throbbed. His entire body tensed with the pressure he used to feel in the past.

“Don’t go.”

His chilling expression was in stark contrast to his pleading tone. It was a kind of threat. It could also have been a warning to stop, lest he get angry. Yet, he shook off the man’s hand.

“I have to go.”

No sooner had he turned away than his collar was seized. When he resisted, the man grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pushed him against the mirror by the entrance. His head rang from the impact. The cold surface of the mirror was distinctly felt against his scalp. It was a miracle it didn’t break.

By then, Kwon Taekjoo could no longer tolerate it.

“Let go.”

He gritted his teeth and snarled. He firmly gripped the man’s hand that held his collar. His nails dug into the back of the man’s hand.

“Taekjoo. Don’t keep testing my patience.”

“Damn it. If it’s so hard to bear, just grab anyone and roll around! That’s your specialty, isn’t it?”

He regretted it the moment he blurted it out in a fit of anger. He had made a slip of the tongue out of impatience. But once words were spoken, they couldn’t be taken back.

All color drained from Zhenya’s face. The man’s shadow completely engulfed Kwon Taekjoo. His breath was automatically sucked in. When the man’s hand approached, he involuntarily flinched his shoulder. The man paused for a moment, then extended his hand and tightly gripped both of Kwon Taekjoo’s arms. His teeth clenched. It wouldn’t have been strange if his arms had broken.

“Am I that laughable to you?”

His voice was devoid of emotion. As if to urge Kwon Taekjoo’s answer, the grip of his hand intensified.

Time flowed even as they stood there in confrontation. Because of the man, he couldn’t even reach headquarters, and his mind grew increasingly anxious.

“Damn it, let go of me!”

He shouted abruptly and pushed the man away. The man stood firm like a rock, not budging. During his repeated struggles, he hit the man’s shoulder and face. The man’s jaw tightened in exasperation. The atmosphere was not good.

“Whining? Me? No, you. How much more do I have to cater to you? You only tell me not to do things. Am I supposed to sit quietly like a dog and wait for you to feed me? Thankful for your mere compassion?”

The man’s voice twisted acridly. He seemed to have lost his temper. When truly angry, the man’s ruby eyes become as clear as ice crystals. It seemed that what he had suppressed until then had finally burst. Any more would surely escalate into a major fight. Kwon Taekjoo himself had to regain his composure. He relaxed his body, signaling a truce.

“Let’s talk after I get back.”

“No. That won’t do.”

“Please…!”

“I have the right to refuse, don’t I? I don’t want to, Taekjoo.”

“Shit, I don’t have time to fool around with you!”

He finally lost his temper and exploded. He fiercely shook off the man’s hand. The next moment, his shirt ripped with a tearing sound. He was so dumbfounded that no words came out. He slowly looked back and forth between his terribly torn shirt and Zhenya.

The man showed no sign of surprise. He discarded the piece of shirt he was holding and merely muttered nonchalantly.

“Don’t be angry. It was just an immature dog causing trouble.”

“What, you bastard?”

He was aghast. The man, unconcerned, traced down Kwon Taekjoo’s exposed neck. The man’s thumb gently caressed his prominent Adam’s apple. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had applied force and crushed the larynx. He was completely abandoned in such a grim and precarious atmosphere. Tiny goosebumps rose wherever the man’s hand touched him.

The man watched his hand, his eyes loosely lowered. Then, without warning, he abruptly lowered his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking he was about to be devoured. Sure enough, the man opened his mouth and bit into his neck.

“…Ugh.”

“My teeth are itchy, so I’m just grinding them.”

He muttered casually, gnawing at his neck to his heart’s content. His sensitive skin burned as if it had been grazed. When he really dug his teeth in, his legs even staggered.

“Ugh, don’t, you… bastard, stop it!”

Suddenly, there was a thud. He flinched, seeing Zhenya’s face turned to the side. He had only intended to push the man away, but he had swung his fist. Time seemed to stop for a moment. His lost hands trembled subtly.

Slowly, the man’s eyes, turning to face him, were reddened. The air grew even tenser. He choked.

Then, abruptly, the intercom rang. Someone seemed to have come. He startled, looked at the front door, then shifted his gaze back to Zhenya. The man’s pupils were completely constricted. That meant no further conversation was possible.

No, he thought, and in that instant, the man’s lips slammed against his. This caused his head to hit the mirror again. Every cell in his body tightened at the danger of it shattering and injuring him, and at its peculiar coldness. The man gripped Kwon Taekjoo’s chest as if to burst it, and even tried to pull down his pants zipper. When Kwon Taekjoo twisted his body and resisted, the man simply ripped the zipper off. He grabbed the man’s wrist to stop him, but he couldn’t withstand the monstrous grip. The man rather roughly kneaded Kwon Taekjoo’s genitals, pressing his lips wildly against his neck, jaw, and cheeks. If he pushed him away, the man would lunge back; if he barely shook him off, the man would press his body against him even more roughly.

The intercom rang again.

“Delivery!”

Feeling a presence inside, the delivery man outside the door raised his voice. He also pounded on the door. Unless he had come to the wrong house, Zhenya seemed to have ordered something while Kwon Taekjoo was showering. Despite not knowing a single word of Korean, he seemed to have learned how to use the delivery app by observing others.

He slapped Zhenya’s shoulder to snap him out of it, and pushed him away with all his might. But as soon as he got away from the man, he was caught again and pushed against the front door. With a thud, the entire front door vibrated loudly.

“Excuse me…?”

The delivery man’s voice became noticeably cautious. A violent scene must have been forming in his mind.

It wasn’t entirely wrong. His exposed chest and face were completely pressed against the cold front door. Zhenya was holding him down by the back of his neck from behind, pressing his body so close that he couldn’t escape. He gritted his teeth, whispering for him to stop, but the man seemed to hear nothing.

The man unhesitantly pulled out his own penis. Subsequently, he pulled down Kwon Taekjoo’s pants and underwear at once, then slowly rubbed his penis against his fully exposed butt crack.

“…Crazy bastard.”

A curse word burst out spontaneously. His entire body was stiff, his muscles aching. If he relaxed even a little, the man’s penis seemed as if it would surely force its way into his opening.

The man repeatedly rubbed his stiff penis against the opening and gnawed at Kwon Taekjoo’s nape. Perhaps due to tension, his penis, which usually took longer to get erect, was gently squeezed, encouraging his arousal. Even in such a dilemma, his body faithfully warmed up. It was maddening.

As the rough struggle continued, the delivery man’s voice trembled as he asked, “Are you okay?” He couldn’t easily leave the front door.

“Excuse me, what’s going on? S-should I report it?”

At that point, he gave up struggling. He rested his sweat-damp forehead against the front door, breathing heavily. As Kwon Taekjoo softened, Zhenya also stopped being so unreasonable.

“…Just send that person outside away.”

He mumbled, looking exhausted. The man was silent for a moment, then clicked the auxiliary lock on the front door. Then, without giving him time to stop him, he pushed down the doorknob. The front door swung open unhesitantly, and Kwon Taekjoo’s body, pressed against it, also lurched forward. It was a good thing he had turned his head towards the hinge, or he would have made eye contact with the delivery man.

The auxiliary lock tightened, creating a gap of about 10 cm in the doorway. Through it, the delivery man’s and Zhenya’s gazes intersected. The delivery man’s surprised “Oh?” echoed hollowly in his ears. The delivery man froze in place upon seeing the large foreigner who had suddenly appeared. Then, he gradually flinched at the sight of the two men tangled together and the raw heat emanating from them.

“Leave it and get lost.”

Zhenya spoke chillingly. Even in Russian, his tone was enough to convey the meaning. The delivery man mumbled, “I’m sorry,” then hastily put down what he had brought and disappeared. The man ignored it and closed the door again.

Perhaps thanks to the brief ventilation, the man seemed to have calmed down a little. The man lightly tickled Kwon Taekjoo’s warmed ear, subtly whispering his name.

“Taekjoo.”

“Finish it quickly.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and pushed the man away. The man hesitated, but didn’t refuse. He merely tried to grab Kwon Taekjoo’s shoulder and turn him towards himself. When Kwon Taekjoo stubbornly resisted, he pulled him and pushed him in front of that very mirror again. Then, he pressed his penis firmly into the opening that he had only been passionately rubbing against. His fingers, gripping the mirror, turned white at the knuckles.

He kept his head down the entire time his backside was being impaled. Because his flushed face was reflected in the mirror before him. In the middle, Zhenya tried to lift his chin, but he nervously pulled his head away from the man’s hand. He just waited for the man to climax.

As soon as Zhenya pulled back, he pushed the man away from him.

“Don’t let me see you for a while. Or I’ll kill you.”

He wrinkled his nose and warned him. Then, without waiting for Zhenya’s reply, he left the house. The delivery food placed at the door caught his eye. Looking at the restaurant name on the bag, it seemed to be Jjamppong or Mala Tang. He had ordered something he couldn’t even eat. His stomach was so tangled, even that annoyed him.

That day, he was thoroughly reprimanded at headquarters as well. It was because his response to the call was late, and he couldn’t be reached. His anger and irritation reached their peak.

Perhaps feeling hurt, the man didn’t show up at the operation site. There was no contact between them. He tried not to think about anything else when he was working. It was no different this time.

As a result, he successfully located the hidden target and obtained the necessary information quickly. But he didn’t feel better at all. He just felt uneasy and stifled, as if he had missed something important. The distracting thoughts he had tried to suppress quickly resurfaced, unsettling him.

Looking back, Kwon Taekjoo himself had been the cause. He had made a false promise to Zhenya out of arrogance, thinking he could finish the work on time, no matter what. Then, when the schedule was delayed, he hastily tried to appease the man, unilaterally demanding understanding. And when he finally messed up the job, he was only concerned with his own feelings. It seemed only natural that the man would be angry. Of course, he had a lot to say about the violent response as well.

His mind wavered endlessly. A heavy sense of guilt coexisted with a petty pride that Zhenya was also at fault. He was at a loss as to what kind of face to show the man. He wasn’t used to apologizing.

He moved up his schedule and took a night flight. He arrived in Korea in the early morning. Until then, there had been no contact from Zhenya. He hadn’t slept for days, working tirelessly. He couldn’t even close his eyes on the plane due to various thoughts. His whole body felt heavy as lead. If he had his way, he just wanted to collapse somewhere alone.

If he met Zhenya, he might get into another emotional tug-of-war. A physical fight could break out. The thought alone was daunting, but he still went to Zhenya’s house. He rang the doorbell. There was no response from inside. Given the man’s sensitive nature, he would have woken up to the doorbell even if he were asleep, but even after waiting a long time, he didn’t come out. In the end, he opened the door lock himself and entered.

Zhenya was sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed. He couldn’t tell if he had just woken up or had been sitting like that the whole time. Even in Kwon Taekjoo’s presence, the man remained motionless. Even when their eyes met, he didn’t utter a single word. Kwon Taekjoo also couldn’t find anything appropriate to say.

“……”

“……”

They just stared at each other as if in a staring contest. Then, Kwon Taekjoo suddenly crawled into the man’s bed. The man just watched him shamelessly burrowing into the space next to him. He then pulled the man’s blanket up to his neck and fell fast asleep. Throughout this, the man neither touched nor spoke to Kwon Taekjoo.

He slept soundly for a full day. When he opened his eyes again, Zhenya was still sitting next to him. He wasn’t holding a tablet, phone, or book in his hands. He wondered what the man had done by himself while he was asleep.

Even after opening his eyes, he didn’t move his body, just stared intently at Zhenya. He should apologize first, but the words wouldn’t come out. He needed to resolve what needed resolving through conversation and admonish him not to do what was wrong again. His mind had long made the decision, but he simply couldn’t start talking. He fidgeted nervously, gnawing at his innocent lower lip.

After some more time passed, Zhenya spoke first.

“Are you done sleeping?”

He nodded silently. For reasons he couldn’t explain, it felt like he had to. Soon, the man’s body slowly collapsed. The man’s shadow fell over his face, and the man’s scent intimately permeated his nostrils. Their lips met softly, and his lukewarm breath moistened his mouth. He tightly gripped the man’s collar and kissed him with an unprecedented longing.

Zhenya also hugged Kwon Taekjoo more gently than ever. And so, they continued the sex they hadn’t finished. They say it’s not good to fight and then make up physically, but for them, there was no faster or more certain way. From the beginning, the man didn’t know how to reflect and was a master of self-justification. Solving problems through “dialogue” with such a man seemed forever impossible.

He scratched behind his ear, emerging from his long reverie. Even if it wasn’t Zhenya, if he were to date and marry someone, they would always fight over the same things. It wasn’t a problem that would be resolved unless Kwon Taekjoo himself quit the National Intelligence Service. Because it’s natural to want to be with someone you love. Who could endure someone who always prioritized work over them?

Dating was an extremely draining affair. At least it was for Kwon Taekjoo. But why had he started such an annoying thing? Was it because Zhenya was so monstrous that he mistook him for being different from ordinary people? Surely, even the man felt lonely.

He didn’t have time to think carefully. When he decided to accept Zhenya, he didn’t think it would become this deep. It was a relationship limited to “until the man gets tired and gives up.” But, is it still like that now?

“…Damn bastard.”

He suddenly cursed and hit his innocent pillow. Then he pulled the slenderized pillow closer and rubbed his head against it. Had he drunk too much? His body quickly slumped, and fatigue washed over him. He curled up tightly and drifted off to sleep.