Passion: Diaphonic Symphonia Novel - Chapter 59

Richard broke the silence and spoke.

“However, one thing bothers me: as far as I know, Al-Faisal is a person who values practical interests. He understands very well what will bring him profit. But this time, the prediction was wrong. That is…”

“Someone is behind him, or there’s some kind of trick we don’t know about…?”

Ilay’s low voice followed.

Jeong Taeui exhaled silently. Sweat kept getting into his eyes, blurring his vision. He couldn’t see properly anyway due to the hood hanging down below his eyes, but now it was even worse.

When would they leave? He had to hold out as long as possible.

Silence fell again.

He wanted to scream.

Talk, talk! When it’s this quiet, even breathing becomes cautious, do you know how hard this is?!

Eavesdropping secretly—he emphasized again that it was truly unintentional—Jeong Taeui cursed inwardly, thinking of the audacity of his own thoughts.

But fortunately, this time, the silence was broken a little faster than before.

Ilay’s low chuckle was heard.

“Tarten must be having a hard time too. Facing choices where it’s hard to say which is a priority, it must be quite a dilemma.”

“It can’t be helped. You reap what you sow. But…”

“Yes, but…”

Suddenly, Ilay’s voice lowered. He heard a sound, eoch-a, as if someone was getting up from the sofa.

Jeong Taeui’s ears, sharpened by his blurred vision, heard footsteps approaching slowly and leisurely.

“I’ve been wondering something.”

The footsteps approached. Thud, thud, slowly. Along with a seemingly amused voice.

Suddenly, his whole body turned cold.

A chilling sensation that completely banished the stuffy heat inside the cabinet from his mind.

The footsteps were approaching exactly towards Jeong Taeui. No, to be precise, towards the plywood partition separating the built-in cabinet from that room.

The sound stopped right there. In terms of distance, it was exactly one and a half steps away from Jeong Taeui.

“What on earth are you raising in this cramped, dirty place?”

“To prevent misunderstanding, I’m not raising anything.”

“Ah, really? Then where—”

His voice, mixed with laughter, seemed to drop.

At that very moment,

Crack—,

The plywood separating the room and the cabinet split, forming a long, sharp crack.

Through the gap where a single streak of light from the room shone, a tightly clenched fist narrowly brushed past Jeong Taeui’s nose.

“…!”

“If you’re going to nest, why don’t you nest somewhere wider, why did you crawl into such a cramped place?”

A low voice was heard right by his ear. He was chuckling softly, so close that his breath touched him.

Below his blurred vision, there was a hand wearing dark blue leather gloves.

The monstrous fist that had instantly split the plywood seemed to open, then crack, crackle, it tore away the plywood. The single, then double, streaks of light that had been seeping in now poured in like a flood.

Jeong Taeui was frozen, unable to move a single finger.

Right beside him, Ilay, who had pushed aside the plywood, leaned his arm against the wall and looked down at him, smiling faintly.

“Ah, ha… from head to toe, covered in that dark hood, weren’t you hot? Tsk tsk… Look, your back is completely soaked.”

That gloved hand slid down Jeong Taeui’s back. Each time the hand, feigning gentleness, pressed firmly over his clothes, his heart sank. It was a hand that could tear off his flesh at any moment.

Richard, who had been sitting on a stool a few steps away, didn’t even bother to turn his head and asked calmly.

“Is he from our family’s side? Or another side?”

“Well, I wonder where he came from…”

Ilay mumbled wryly. His other hand went under the hood. Reflexively, Jeong Taeui flinched and recoiled, but his chin was seized.

That strong hand, capable of easily crushing a person’s jaw, slowly moved, gripping the lower part of his face from his chin to his cheek.

“If he’s hiding, covered in such a dark piece of cloth…”

The smell of leather from the glove stung his nose.

At the eerie smell he hadn’t encountered in a long time, Jeong Taeui closed his eyes.

Damn it… I knew it would come to this… I’d rather try to fool a ghost.

Jeong Taeui opened his eyes, meekly surrendering his face to that grip, which would clearly shatter his jaw without mercy if he tried to pull back.

Under the hood that covered more than half his vision, the lower part of Ilay’s face was visible.

Below his familiar nose, his familiar lips were visible. Lips that formed a gentle curve, wearing a smile like a child who had found a living toy.

With a thin layer of leather in between, Ilay’s hand stroked Jeong Taeui’s chin. The hand then lightly brushed down his cheek.

Just then.

Suddenly, the hand paused.

At the same time, the faint smile on his lips disappeared.

“…”

His lips seemed to part slightly, but then closed again.

His lips, tightly pressed without a hint of a smile, slightly furrowed.

The hand gripping his chin tightened. The hand stroked his face once more. From his cheek to his nose, from his chin to his neck line.

Slowly, leisurely, his fingers traced over his skin, finally touching Jeong Taeui’s lips. Swoosh, the finger traced over his lips and then gently pressed the corner of his mouth.

“…”

His mouth, which had been about to say something, closed, and instead, he was seen clucking his tongue silently.

Then, from a little distance, Richard asked.

“Who is it?”

Ilay slowly took his hand off Jeong Taeui.

“Well… before I figure out who it is, it’s just as well.

Ilay’s voice, as he answered him, was no different from before. Still relaxed and languid.

“Because you put on a show in front of me just now, I’m feeling a bit aroused down there, and I was just thinking of grabbing someone suitable to relieve myself before I leave. But since this commendable fellow walked right in, it’s perfect.”

A faint chuckle was mixed at the end of his words.

The moment that low chuckle pierced his ear.

Thump.

His heart dropped.

Suddenly, a very ominous premonition struck him.

The cold sweat he had momentarily forgotten began to break out on his back.

“You’re going to do it with him?”

“Ha,” Richard asked with a hollow, incredulous laugh. But closer still, the distinct click of a belt buckle being undone was clearly heard.

“Anyway, I’ve been abstinent for two months, so it’s about time to release it. Besides, they say there are no secrets in bed, so if we share some pleasure down there, this guy will willingly tell me where he snuck in from. —Come to think of it, you don’t enjoy sodomy, do you? Then it’s better if you don’t watch this side.”

Hey, wait. You’re joking, right? Hey, you, wait.

Countless words hovered on the tip of his tongue, but not a single one escaped his lips.

In front of the rigidly frozen Jeong Taeui, Ilay, who had unbuckled his belt, suddenly mumbled to himself, “Oh, right,” and took off his gloves.

Inside, a familiar, white, well-formed hand appeared.

“How is it, isn’t it a beautiful hand? There’s even someone who likes this hand so much that even if they thrash around in bed all day and scratch my shoulders and back until they bleed, they wouldn’t dare to hurt this hand.”

With a voice mixed with a low chuckle, that beautiful hand approached.

Feeling as if he could bite off that hand in his current state, Jeong Taeui glared at him with a pale face.

“It’ll break the mood if you’re noisy, so should I just cover your mouth first…?”

Ilay mumbled slowly to himself, then roughly shoved the gloves he had taken off into Jeong Taeui’s mouth. Involuntarily, Jeong Taeui shook his head, trying to spit out the foreign object filling his mouth, but the hand gripping his head easily blocked his resistance.

“It would be more exciting if you made some noise.”

Richard’s voice was heard.

His seated figure was hidden by the hood, but his slow, languid voice was clearly audible.

“That’s your preference. Making them cry and scream until they utter the words you want. I, on the other hand, absolutely detest noise.”

Ilay replied with a low, amused voice.

Jeong Taeui struggled to spit out the gloves filling his mouth, then mumbled, “You liar,” with his tongue buried in the gloves.

It was only recently that he had said he would keep quiet because hearing his own moans was horrifying—so embarrassing his brain felt like it would melt—and then he had made a fuss, insisting he would hear those sounds!

However, no matter how loudly he screamed in his mind, it was useless as long as it didn’t come out of his mouth.

“Mmm—…Mmm, mmm—…”

Jeong Taeui made meaningless sounds and struggled, but it was no use.

Ilay easily turned Jeong Taeui around and tied his wrists behind his back. It was probably a belt or something, as the hard leather texture dug firmly into his wrists.

I’m going crazy. I’m really going to go crazy.

I must be crazy. To avoid a fox, I stuck my head into a tiger’s mouth.

If I had known this, I would never have run away from those men earlier. Instead, I would have meekly knelt down and offered both my wrists. “Take me anywhere, anywhere is fine as long as it’s not that innermost room.”

As the freedom of his wrists—arms—disappeared, his body became equally unfree. When his arms were tied behind his back, even balancing his body was different from usual.

Whether he knew that Jeong Taeui was screaming his lungs out with his blocked mouth or not, Ilay dragged Jeong Taeui, who was turned around, towards the console attached to the wall in the room. With one hand, he pushed aside the ornaments and picture frames on the console, clearing the space. Crash, the sound of objects falling and rolling on the floor loudly echoed at his feet.

“Are you going to do it with him bent over there? It’ll be cramped, why don’t you just do it on the sofa?”

“I don’t intend to go that far. Releasing one shot of what’s built up down there is enough.”

Ilay lightly rejected Richard’s words and laid Jeong Taeui over the empty console. His stomach and chest touched the console. Jeong Taeui, standing with his legs supporting him and bent over the narrow console, felt his heart drop when he realized the act was truly about to begin.

Wait. No way, are you really going to do it? Really?! Here, in such an uncomfortable position, and even in front of that pervert?!

His heart pounded with dread at all of it. He hated all those conditions intensely.

However, when a large hand approached and pulled up the hooded jacket from his knees to above his waist, the vague, wavering bad feeling took on a strong sense of reality.

“…!!”

Don’t, you bastard. I told you not to. When have I ever flat-out refused when you wanted to do it?! I’ll do it as much as you want when we get home, so don’t do it now. Don’t do it now. Please, I’m begging you, stop now!

Jeong Taeui cried out desperately to the very end. He didn’t think this plea from his heart, screaming as if it would burst, would reach Ilay’s ears, but he couldn’t bear it if he didn’t cry out somehow.

His mind was a tangled mess, his thoughts jumbled.

Damn it, why did I come here? Why am I doing this here?

Even those thoughts wouldn’t come to mind.

And the next moment, a sensation came that completely pulled even those thoughts from his mind.

A hand reaching forward to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper.

He didn’t need to look to know. It was the most—in Jeong Taeui’s eyes—beautiful, and also the most detestable hand in the world.

That hand, in the very next moment, gripped his pants and underwear and pulled them down in one swift motion.

“…!!!”

His mind went blank. His vision went black.

Above his waist, he was still covered by that dull, stuffy hooded jacket, but below his waist, he was completely exposed, without a single thread.

“… … …”

What is this? What is this doing? What a sight.

He felt like crying from shame. He felt like crying from anger.

This damn bastard definitely knew.

This bastard definitely knew that the person he had stripped naked from the waist down, completely exposed, was Jeong Taeui. There was no way he didn’t know.

“Looks incredibly delicious.”

Ilay’s low chuckle came from behind him.

Jeong Taeui cried tears of blood in his heart.

If I look delicious, eat me. Just kill me now, then roast me or boil me, do whatever you want. Just kill me here and now.

Jeong Taeui felt heat rising to his neck.

His neck was burning, his face was burning. Soon, his whole body would be burning.

“Well, I’ve never seen a man’s backside in that way, but now that I see it, it’s not as unpleasant as I thought.”

Richard’s voice, heard from a little distance.

…Yes, look all you want, look all you want. Go ahead and show it to everyone.

Jeong Taeui was already sobbing inwardly.

However—of course—that wasn’t the end of it.

In the midst of his stunned shock at brazenly exposing his bare skin, which only a very few people had ever seen—he could confidently show it to millions in a public bath, but he never thought he’d be stripped in front of others in a place like this—he heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. Followed by the faint rustle of fabric.

…? I already lowered my zipper…? So that’s why my backside is so exposed…

While Jeong Taeui was thinking that with a dazed mind, what struck his ears was Richard’s clucking sound.

“It’s not about my taste, Ilay. You’re still the same, that thing of yours. …Although it’s also a punishment for secretly eavesdropping, even so, putting that in, that man is a bit pitiful.”

The moment he heard those words, his dazed and slightly blurred mind instantly snapped back into focus.

He had momentarily forgotten due to the shock of his exposed backside.

How could he have forgotten that, if nothing else?

What Jeong Taeui really needed to worry about wasn’t doing it in an uncomfortable position, bent over the console with his upper body, nor doing it in front of Richard who was watching. It was simply the act of doing it with this man, Ilay, in such an unpredictable situation, that was cause for profound anguish.

“…! …!!”

Jeong Taeui thrashed, feeling the terrible scene unfolding behind him, even without seeing it clearly.

The fear of that thing, which must have begun to slowly rise behind his back after two or three months, assailed him with a raw intensity.

Wait. Calm down. Let’s calm down. It’s okay, Jeong Taeui. You’re already used to it. Why are you acting like this now? You did it every day, and just separated for a little while, a month or two, that’s all. Your body will remember it all anyway. Of course. It’s okay.

Another part of him in his mind earnestly tried to persuade him. As if his self-defense mechanism had kicked in.

And yet.

…Honestly, he was scared.

Even though he was used to it, that suffocating thing that forced its way in, widening his body, truly made him gasp for breath every time. He had seriously wondered if it was trying to rearrange his internal organs.

To encounter such a thing again, in a place where his body and mind were not at ease.

His mind went blank.

He wished he could just faint, but even that wasn’t possible at a time like this.

Ilay. Ilay. Hey, please. Let’s not do it here. Please.

Taking into full consideration the opinion of that pervert who said that voices crying and begging for forgiveness, promising to do whatever he said, were so lovely, Jeong Taeui was willing to cry and beg as much as Ilay wanted.

…So please, not here.

Especially not in front of other people.

Please.