Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 82

Kwon Taekjoo’s mother shook her head displeasedly, then turned her gaze to Zhenya. A gentle smile now graced her face.

“Ambassador, aren’t you getting married? You’re so young, you have a good job, you’re highly capable, you’re warm-hearted, and you’re even handsome. Young ladies would surely like you, wouldn’t they? Are you not seeing anyone?”

“Why are you asking such things again? It’s rude.”

“I’m just curious. If you don’t have a girlfriend, I could introduce you to a nice young lady now.”

Despite his objections, Kwon Taekjoo’s mother repeatedly asked Zhenya, “How about it?” As she kept asking him something, Zhenya looked at Kwon Taekjoo with a puzzled expression.

[What is she asking now?]

[No, nothing.]

[She looks so expectant, and it’s nothing?]

[It’s just idle chatter, so just nod vaguely.]

He looked unconvinced. Anyway, this bastard, he had no trust in people. Ignoring his ardent gaze, I made an excuse for him.

“He’s seeing someone. So stop asking.”

“Oh, really? Is she Russian too? Is that young lady in Korea too? Why have I never seen her? How lonely and homesick they must be living separately.”

“They’ll manage.”

“No, but him? ‘They.’ I told you not to talk like that.”

She glared at him fiercely, chiding Kwon Taekjoo without fail. Even when trying to be careful in front of Kwon Taekjoo’s mother, his characteristic blunt tone was unavoidable. Kwon Taekjoo just nodded, half-listening, and gulped down the lukewarm honey water.

Kwon Taekjoo’s mother continued the one-sided conversation, even though Zhenya gave no reply.

“Do they say nothing at home? People often hasten marriages if they have to go abroad.”

“…I don’t think so.”

If the Bogdanov family knew of Kwon Taekjoo’s existence, they would try to eliminate him, let alone marry Kwon Taekjoo. It was a miracle that Kwon Taekjoo had been safe until now. Did they truly have no interest in Zhenya? Wealthy people often married early, but was he an exception?

Kwon Taekjoo’s mother, tireless, launched into an unexpected background check.

“Now that I think about it, Ambassador, what’s your family like? Are you an only son?”

“Why that too?”

“Why? Did I ask something I shouldn’t?”

“…I have two much older brothers, and one younger sister.”

“What a blessed family.”

I was the one answering, yet she kept nodding, looking at Zhenya.

“Are both your parents still alive?”

Kwon Taekjoo couldn’t answer the next question immediately. Kwon Taekjoo knew Zhenya’s father, Vissarion, but he knew nothing about his mother. For the first time, Kwon Taekjoo relayed Kwon Taekjoo’s mother’s question to Zhenya, who had been merely observing their conversation.

[She’s asking if both your parents are alive.]

[My father is.]

Kwon Taekjoo was about to translate casually, then looked at Zhenya again. If his father was, did that mean his mother had passed away? Come to think of it, Kwon Taekjoo knew all about his family history, but not these intimate details. Kwon Taekjoo had no recollection of ever encountering information related to Zhenya’s mother. Nor had he ever spoken of her himself.

[She passed away?]

[It was quite a long time ago.]

He answered nonchalantly. How long ago? Five years? Ten years? Or when he was truly young? It seemed I knew little about him. What was his childhood like, did he go to school properly, and if so, how did he spend his school days? While Kwon Taekjoo was convinced he had no friends, Kwon Taekjoo didn’t even know if that was truly the case, let alone if he had ever been in a relationship. Kwon Taekjoo hadn’t asked first. Had he been too unconcerned?

As a result, Kwon Taekjoo had spent two weeks feeling frustrated like never before. With Zhenya cutting off contact, Kwon Taekjoo felt at a loss as to where or how to get news of him. If the situation were reversed, he would have found Kwon Taekjoo somehow. The more you know about someone, the easier it is to grasp their sphere of action. Although Kwon Taekjoo couldn’t call him normal by any means, the comparison automatically left a bitter taste in my mouth.

After a long stare, Zhenya questioned,

[Why are you looking at me like that?]

[…No.]

Kwon Taekjoo subtly averted his gaze. A faint sense of guilt crept in, as if he had done something wrong. The fact that Kwon Taekjoo took Zhenya’s presence for granted and didn’t bother to learn about him. The fact that he always waited for Kwon Taekjoo, yet he couldn’t even endure two weeks of frustration. Was this what they called ‘if I do it, it’s romance; if others do it, it’s an affair’?

While Kwon Taekjoo was lost in thought, his mother and Zhenya were looking at another photo. It was the only family photo taken before his father passed away. Nearly 20 years had passed, and it had faded.

“This child is Taekjoo’s older brother. And this is the children’s father. I had no female siblings in my maternal family, so when I got married, I really wanted to have and raise a daughter. But fate is cruel, isn’t it? Except for me, everyone was male, so the house was so desolate. When the children were young, they stayed quiet because of their strict father, and during adolescence, they practically observed a vow of silence, so the house was like a temple. You might not know this, but his father and brother were soldiers. Not all soldiers are like that, but those two were identical, silent and gruff. Actually, Taekjoo, he also inherited that blood and was extremely indifferent, you know? But after his father and brother passed away, he became a bit more affable. Perhaps he’s trying to do the work of three people so his mother doesn’t feel lonely?”

His chattering mother suddenly got teary-eyed. It was right after she saw a photo from his brother’s commissioning ceremony. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she hastily pulled out a tissue and dabbed her eyes.

“Look at me, being so foolish. I’m sorry, Ambassador.”

Zhenya’s eyes widened slightly. Kwon Taekjoo had once confided his family history to him, so he probably had a rough idea of the situation. Yet, he seemed quite surprised by the sudden turn of events. Kwon Taekjoo’s mother, too, seemed quite flustered by the fact that she had shown tears in front of a guest. She kept wiping her tears, saying, “I was fine, why am I like this?” I consoled her, then gestured towards the entrance for Zhenya.

[Hey, this isn’t going to work. You should leave today.]

[…I suppose so.]

Zhenya shrugged. He stood up, and Kwon Taekjoo immediately followed suit.

“Mother, the Ambassador is leaving. I’ll just see him off to the front.”

“Alright. Don’t worry about it, and go. Ambassador, I’m sorry. Please be careful on your way.”

Kwon Taekjoo’s mother excused herself to Zhenya and quickly went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water running from the sink could be heard. Standing blankly, he then left the house with Zhenya.

They stood side by side, waiting for the elevator to arrive. All the while, Kwon Taekjoo felt a familiar gaze from beside him. When Kwon Taekjoo turned my head, their eyes met without fail. He seemed unconcerned by what had just happened, instead studying Kwon Taekjoo intently. He didn’t make any particular move, yet Kwon Taekjoo got the impression he wanted to kiss me. Given the place, Kwon Taekjoo couldn’t allow it.

Kwon Taekjoo turned his head back towards the elevator and started to speak.

[What on earth were you doing that you’re only just back now? You haven’t answered yet.]

[Oh, just a bunch of miscellaneous things.]

[What things?]

Kwon Taekjoo pressed him, looking at him again. He raised an eyebrow as if surprised.

[What? Am I not supposed to know?]

[It’s not that, but…]

He smirked. Perhaps due to Kwon Taekjoo’s twisted insides, it seemed like a sneer, but also like he was pleased. Meanwhile, the elevator arrived. Kwon Taekjoo glared at him displeasedly, then got into the elevator. He followed, grinning leisurely.

[The topic of engagement came up.]

Just as the doors fully closed, he spoke. Kwon Taekjoo heard it clearly, but it didn’t immediately sink in.

[…Engagement? Who?]

[Well, who could it be?]

He answered lukewarmly. He was thirty this year. The reason chaebol families married off their children early was for the union of wealth. That wasn’t a characteristic unique to Korean society. If the opponent was the Bogdanov family, there would be many families volunteering for marriage. Since only Zhenya and Olga remained unmarried in the Bogdanov family, their marriage issues would likely be a hot potato. For those who only desired expansion of power, Zhenya’s personality wouldn’t matter at all.

So, had he refused? He was thorough in his calculations of profit and loss, so he might have met the other party first. Perhaps he had progressed the engagement matter quite a bit before returning. It would be an absurd thing in a normal relationship, but he was an unpredictable man. He might also consider marriage and dating as separate matters.

What could have happened in Russia during the two weeks he was out of contact? If Kwon Taekjoo asked him directly, he would probably answer, but for some reason, Kwon Taekjoo hesitated. Kwon Taekjoo was quite curious and bothered by it, but in the end, Kwon Taekjoo didn’t ask. He didn’t want to get agitated over unnecessary pride.

It was strange. Kwon Taekjoo had wished for Zhenya to wear himself out and disappear. And Kwon Taekjoo hadn’t expected fidelity or pure devotion from him. But now that this had actually happened, he didn’t feel good about it.

[It’s about that age, isn’t it.]

Zhenya muttered, staring blankly at the elevator panel. My insides stirred at his casual demeanor. It felt like an inexplicable flame surged up within me.

Kwon Taekjoo chuckled, trying not to show it.

[I wonder who would marry a guy like you.]

It was slightly sincere. Zhenya’s wife, children. Kwon Taekjoo couldn’t picture it at all. Kwon Taekjoo kept failing to imagine it, when he suddenly said, “[Don’t overthink it.]”

[It won’t change anything.]

[Bullshit. I have no intention of sleeping with a married man, okay? I’ve told you countless times. My goal is to live quietly and die cleanly. I detest melodramas.]

Kwon Taekjoo stated his position clearly. It felt strange to get angry at him for bringing up the engagement, and to feel hurt seemed hypocritical. Anyway, it was something Kwon Taekjoo himself couldn’t replace. It was also impossible to go and live with him in a place convenient for him, for his sake. Kwon Taekjoo had no intention of selfishly abandoning my mother and my work. But then, if Kwon Taekjoo were to let him go, Kwon Taekjoo felt conflicted. Kwon Taekjoo didn’t know what he wanted.

The elevator quickly arrived at the underground parking lot. The spaces on either side of Zhenya’s Bugatti were, as expected, empty. He used to drive around with parking violation stickers plastered all over it, but now even those were nowhere to be seen. Kwon Taekjoo’s mother must have tipped off the management office. He came to see Kwon Taekjoo’s mother even without him, and his mother had grown accustomed to greeting him. That’s how he gradually, and surely, infiltrated my daily life. Could we ever go back to how it was before?

Kwon Taekjoo lingered in front of the car without saying goodbye. There was still so much Kwon Taekjoo wanted to ask. He wanted to confront him about why he made Kwon Taekjoo worry so much. However, too many thoughts and emotions were intertwined, making it difficult to say anything easily. With my own mind still in disarray, it was awkward to scold only Zhenya.

Putting all that aside, Kwon Taekjoo wanted to stay with him for the rest of the day. But Kwon Taekjoo’s mother was his mind. For no other reason than talking about his father and brother, she had shed tears, and Kwon Taekjoo couldn’t bear to leave her alone.

[Go, now.]

[Alright. It’s not like I didn’t know you were a mama’s boy.]

Was it thanks to getting close to his mother? Even Zhenya didn’t insist on being difficult today. Yet, Kwon Taekjoo couldn’t entirely dote on him because of the way he spoke.

[Hey, who…]

He suddenly grabbed Kwon Taekjoo’s arm. Kwon Taekjoo was pulled in and kissed. He made a soft chok sound, sweetly sucking on Kwon Taekjoo’s lips. He cupped Kwon Taekjoo’s face with his large hand, gently pulled at his slightly prominent upper lip, then tilted his head and fully pressed their lips together. He licked Kwon Taekjoo’s tongue as if teasing it, and also gently stroked his cheek with his thumb. Was it because it had been so long? Or because of the anxiety of being caught? I didn’t know the reason, but I felt all the hairs on my body stand on end.

They rubbed their soft tongues against each other, then lightly sucked. Sweetened saliva mingled and flowed in. Zhenya chuckled, seeing Kwon Taekjoo silently accepting him without resistance, even in a public place. His ticklish breath scattered across my philtrum. He pressed his lips firmly against Kwon Taekjoo’s unusually docile lips today, then slowly pulled away.

Their eyes met at close range. Zhenya, slowly rolling his ruby eyes, still lingering in the aftermath, suddenly looked downwards. It was because he felt the subtle tugging of his shirt hem. Realizing the direction of his gaze, Kwon Taekjoo hastily withdrew his hand.

[Taekjoo. You seem regretful, somehow?]

He tilted his head again and repeatedly crushed his lips against Kwon Taekjoo’s ear. Warm skin rubbed softly against each other.

[Were you horny all this time?]

He asked, tracing his lips down from my ear to my neck. My breathing became a little labored.

[If you’re in a hurry, we can do it inside.]

Kwon Taekjoo pushed him away, telling the whispering man to go. He chuckled, as if he expected it, then suddenly buried his face in Kwon Taekjoo’s head. Then he inhaled deeply, checking his scent.

[Why?]

Kwon Taekjoo made a strange face, and he just gave a mysterious smile. He was utterly inscrutable.

[Go inside. I’ll get ample compensation for today’s regret later.]

I knew that line was coming. Sending my future self a heartfelt condolence, I practically kicked him away.

[Get lost, quickly.]

He was practically pushed into the driver’s seat. Soon, the engine started. Kwon Taekjoo stepped aside and watched him leave. His Bugatti, which had been smoothly gliding towards the exit, suddenly stopped. Kwon Taekjoo thought he might have forgotten something, but he stood there motionless for a long time. Immediately, my phone in my pocket rang. The caller was, as expected, him.

[Why? What?]

• Taekjoo. Are you telling me to go, or not?

[What did I do to provoke you?]

• If you keep staring at me like a hungry dog, my heart can’t help but be stirred. Wouldn’t I want to just grab you and feed you milk until your belly bursts?

[You crazy bastard.]

Kwon Taekjoo brazenly raised his middle finger at him. Even though Kwon Taekjoo would have hung up the phone ages ago, Kwon Taekjoo felt as if he could hear his hearty laughter. Finally, Kwon Taekjoo turned his back and headed for the elevator. When Kwon Taekjoo was with him, there was no time for sentimentality.

It was only when Kwon Taekjoo stood in front of the front door that Taekjoo regained his senses. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Kwon Taekjoo’s mother had already composed herself and was clearing away cups and dishes. She wasn’t particularly large to begin with, but today her back looked even smaller. I quietly approached and hugged her tightly from behind. His mother, asking “Why?”, wrapped her arms around Kwon Taekjoo’s.

“…Just because.”

“It just made me think of things when I saw the photos. I’m not usually like this.”

He nodded silently. His mother patted his arm reassuringly.

“Mommy’s okay, son.”

“Yeah.”

I gently rubbed my cheek against the back of my mother’s head, holding her even tighter.

Kwon Taekjoo paused as he entered the house. He scanned the interior keenly, as if Kwon Taekjoo had discovered something. There were no traces or signs of another person. The same was true when he turned on the lights.

Still, Kwon Taekjoo strode to the bathroom and opened the door. The bathroom was bone dry, without any humidity. Not a single strand of hair was on the floor, and the shower products were precisely in their places. Returning, I then checked the kitchen and living room. All the furniture and items were no different from when Kwon Taekjoo had left the house. Only an unfamiliar lunchbox was in the refrigerator.

Kwon Taekjoo immediately went to the bedroom as well. The wide bed and the sheets covering it were just as they had been, feigning ignorance as if nothing had happened. It seemed he had become an expert at erasing his traces after a long life as a spy.

However, he couldn’t completely hide his scent. He seemed to have showered with the same products as Zhenya and even tried to ventilate, but Kwon Taekjoo’s scent still lingered in the air. It was so faint that he himself would never know.

[Then where are you coming from now?]

[Why do I have to report that to you?]

Zhenya’s lips curved slightly. Kwon Taekjoo’s troubled face came to mind.

[If you don’t want to tell me, fine. There are plenty of ways for me to find out anyway.]

[I slept alone.]

[I asked where you were.]

[Wherever I was, I slept alone.]

And the way he held onto his pride, unaware that he would be caught out.

Kwon Taekjoo sat on the bed. The mattress subtly rippled. As if by an illusion, Kwon Taekjoo’s scent grew stronger. He picked up a nearby pillow and buried his face in it. There was no doubt.

[…Ha, Taekjoo.]

He burst into laughter, as if unable to contain himself. To have stayed so long, to have been so utterly tormented, and yet he couldn’t even honestly say he’d waited. He thought of Kwon Taekjoo watching his departing car endlessly. He felt an unbearable sensation.

He collapsed onto the bed, continuously rubbing his face into the innocent pillow. HIs eyes closed on their own. The deep inhale and subsequent exhale were utterly exhausting, yet sweet. It finally felt like he had returned home.

[……?]

Kwon Taekjoo vaguely awoke as he turned over. A figure shimmered above my face. Someone seemed to be sitting by the bed. Despite the sudden appearance of an intruder, my body didn’t go into combat readiness. Instead, it relaxed gently. It was because even the shadow felt familiar.

When he opened my eyelids, he saw Kwon Taekjoo without fail. He never slept deeply and woke up quickly due to his unique senses, but today I hadn’t even known he had come. Was it because he had completely adapted to my presence in his space? His instincts might have perceived the situation as absolutely safe.

Kwon Taekjoo was sitting on the chair beside the bed, silently observing Zhenya. He was wearing a hoodie, as if he had come from home. The hood was pulled over his head, and both his hands were tucked into the front pockets. I couldn’t tell how long he had been there or why.

[You don’t even wake up when someone comes all the way into your bedroom. What if I were an assassin?]

[Do you think I can’t even distinguish that?]

[You’re soft.]

He chided, then suddenly stood up. Then he bent his knees and climbed onto the bed. Zhenya silently watched him climb onto his body, supporting and stroking the back of Kwon Taekjoo’s thighs.

[What if my mission to Russia is still ongoing, and finding ‘Anastasia’ was just a diversion, and the real target is you?]

[Then I’d die, I guess.]

He answered with a smirk. The hand that had reached Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks now squeezed his firm backside, gripping it tightly.

[After killing you first.]

His face deflated his next words. He subtly pulled Kwon Taekjoo’s arm. Kwon Taekjoo, for once, quietly let himself be pulled. I slipped my hand inside his hoodie, crushing his cool ear, and naturally kissed him. Kwon Taekjoo readily responded to the kiss.

He only held his plump lower lip, then let go, then bit and sucked on it again, and his soft tongue came out and touched him. He wondered if it was a delusion, but when I licked his upper lip, he unhesitatingly thrust his slippery body forward. He lightly poked him with the tip of my tongue. He clung to me as if he’d been waiting, intertwining his tongue with mine thoroughly. Red flesh mixed intimately, making soft chok, chok sounds. His mouth quickly felt sweet.

He pulled my lips away for a moment and said, “What is it?”

[What?]

He meticulously scrutinized Kwon Taekjoo, who was playing innocent. Had something happened while I was away? He was showing unusual aggressiveness in his physical contact.

Again, he groped Kwon Taekjoo. He repeatedly pressed and lifted my lips from his dry lips. The clear warmth, the sensation, it was definitely not a dream.

[You said you had to stay with your mother.]

He teased, asking if he had come for milk. Usually, he would have been disgusted or stone-faced, but Kwon Taekjoo showed no such reaction. Something was definitely different from usual.

He slowly blinked, trying to comprehend the situation. Long eyelashes cast shadows that rippled over his ruby eyes. Kwon Taekjoo, who had been staring down at that sight, slowly lowered his face. He closed his eyes, expecting a kiss. But instead of hiss= lips, Kwon Taekjoo bit the tip of his sharp nose.

An absurd laugh burst from Zhenya.

[Taekjoo?]

[Why?]

[What’s going on? You’re acting like you suddenly want to get pregnant.]

[What an expression…]

[No way, were you lonely? Lonely enough to come all the way to my bed?]

Kwon Taekjoo, who had kept one hand in his pocket until then, pulled something out and threw it. A small box hit Zhenya’s shoulder and lightly bounced off. It was a condom.

[I thought about just enduring it and sleeping, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.]

[Aha?]

[I figured I should suck out all the sweetness before you become a married man.]

He seemed to have been bothered by it after all, despite pretending otherwise. Finally, his mind, which had been full of questions, felt clear. When he chuckled, Kwon Taekjoo instantly bristled and grabbed Zhenya’s collar. Then he roughly pressed their lips together and kissed him fiercely. Always so dishonest. A ticklish sensation bloomed from deep within his chest. His lips were sore from being bitten and pressed repeatedly, but the corners of his mouth kept turning up.

He didn’t know what misunderstandings he was having, or to what extent, but he decided to let him be.

[Don’t let me think about anything else. My head’s complicated enough.]

He finished the biting kiss, huffing with indignation. He was a moth drawn to a flame, nothing less. He smirked and pushed back his bothersome hood. Then, he ruffled his thick hair as if caressing it, before abruptly grabbing a handful and pulling. His long, smooth neck was helplessly bared. Without hesitation, he opened my mouth and deeply bit his warm skin.

“Ugh… Uh…”

His widely spread thighs trembled. He could clearly see his muscles bunching up and twitching, showing how hard he was bracing himself. He slowly rotated three fingers, widening the rim of his opening. Periodically, he pressed firmly inside, gently stroking his smooth perineum with his thumb. He twisted his wrist in the opposite direction, kneading his soft testicles. When he pressed the middle, they protruded whitish, splitting into two lumps, just like eggs held within his body. He kept kneading and tormenting his scrotum, which yielded to every roll. Then he abruptly took them into his mouth and sucked. One testicle was repeatedly sucked into and released from his mouth. The sensitive area was grazed by his teeth and pressed against his mucous membrane, spurring excitement. His erect penis also rubbed against his smooth forehead and hair, stimulating it greatly.

“Ahh, uh…”

He pushed Zhenya’s shoulder with his legs as if telling him to stop. But the man remained firmly in place between his thighs, unmoving. His whole body became more tense and tingling, constantly aware of his position. His solitary erection trembled, faithfully responding to the stimulation. The glans, red with engorged blood, struggled to flare open its urethra. It was so suffocating, he wanted to release himself once first.

His trembling hand reached for my crotch. But Zhenya was a step faster. He licked his way up from the opening, along the perineum, scrotum, and penis, then lightly bit and sucked on the glans. That alone made Kwon Taekjoo’s waist twitch upwards. The glans, coated in saliva, visibly throbbed with anticipation.

He pinned Kwon Taekjoo’s thighs with his elbows, then gripped his penis with both hands. Then, he gently opened the urethra with both thumbs. Pre-cum, which had welled up from within, overflowed. I watched him idly, then extended my tongue to nibble and lick the opened hole.

“Hah! Ung…! Ugh, ahh, ah…!”

For a moment, it felt like electricity surged through Kwon Taekjoo’s body. His knees twitched, and his fingers instinctively sharpened, tearing at the innocent sheets.

He twisted his head, persistently digging into the urethra. Due to the extreme stimulation, pre-cum flowed like water. Kwon Taekjoo’s resistance intensified. His lower body, pinned by Zhenya, occasionally twitched, and his upper body half-rose, pushing Zhenya’s head away wildly. Zhenya again took the entire glans into his mouth, sucking and then releasing it. As soon as the glans was freed, Kwon Taekjoo’s limbs relaxed. His chest rose and fell ceaselessly as he gasped for breath.

Zhenya easily removed Kwon Taekjoo’s hand that had been gripping his hair. Then, he stubbornly gnawed at his fingers, which were still twitching from unreleased heat.

[Taekjoo, you said you wanted to cry. Why are you interfering?]

[Haa, ha, ugh, when did I ever, you bastard.]

[See? You always beg first, then pretend you don’t know.]

He chided, then reached for the bedside drawer. Soon, a leather cuff and a thin, long silicone insert were in his hand. They were items I had never seen before.

[If someone isn’t honest, it’s normal to want to torment them until they confess, isn’t it?]

He claimed his abnormal psychology was human nature. He casually bound Kwon Taekjoo’s wrists as well.

[What are you doing? Aren’t you going to release this?]

[When you’re honest, then.]

He set a condition, then slowly traced Kwon Taekjoo’s body with both hands. Zhenya’s pinky finger passed, gently pressing Kwon Taekjoo’s nipple. His entire chest seemed to hum. His waist trembled faintly. He continued down past his abdomen to his thighs. Then, he reversed the motion, stroking upwards along the soft inner thighs with both thumbs, settling into his crotch as before. As his penis was enveloped by Zhenya’s hand, Kwon Taekjoo’s entire body twitched again.

[I once thought about what it would be like to tie you up and interrogate you like this. What your true identity is, where you were sent from, what you’re trying to do. I even thought about asking your body, piece by piece. If I had failed to deceive you, I would have certainly done that. Humans have a strong self-preservation instinct, so when they’re in enough pain, they spill everything.]

He seemed pleased to finally fulfill that thought. He grinned, continuously stroking his penis, and occasionally kissing it. Then, he again pushed the glans to one side and opened the urethra. The red hole, wet with pre-cum and saliva, struggled to squirm open. He observed the sight with interest, then picked up the silicone insert. The entire insert was covered in gel, looking as if it were drooling sticky saliva. He placed the cotton swab-thin tip at the opening and gently fiddled with it. I could feel my entire body contracting with the anxiety that it would penetrate me at any moment. As he pressed the round tip firmly against the opening, Kwon Taekjoo’s head snapped back.

“Ah, ugh… Ah, ugh…”

He firmly grasped the trembling penis, stroking and soothing it with his thumb, while subtly twisting the silicone insert and slowly forcing it into the opening. The insert, which had been stuck at the narrow entrance to the point of bending the penis, suddenly slipped on the gel and plunged into the urethra. Kwon Taekjoo’s molars clenched on their own. His entire body lurched heavily.

“Hmph, ahh… Ah…”

[Taekjoo.]

He hugged the trembling body, caught between pleasure and pain, biting everywhere – abdomen, flanks, chest. The act of leaving distinct bite marks caused pain all over, relatively alleviating the suffering in his penis. Paradoxically, that was the case.

Naturally taking Kwon Taekjoo’s swollen chest into his mouth, he gently prodded the insert lodged in the urethra. As his nipples were sucked and his urethra was stimulated, Kwon Taekjoo began to writhe, kicking his legs.

[Ugh… Ugh! Ugh, ah, mmh!]

Unswallowed saliva gurgled in his mouth as he let out moans. His once clear eyes quickly lost their edge and became hazy.

Every time the rounded stimulus point scraped the inside of his urethra, an urgent need to urinate surged. It was so sore and tingling that he could barely breathe. He just wanted to come quickly.