Passion: Diaphonic Symphonia Novel - Chapter 61

When Jeong Taeui stared blankly at the object steadily penetrating between his legs and asked dazedly, “The oil?!”, Ilay stared intently at him with an expression that said, ‘What’s so new about that now?’, then suddenly chuckled. And he said,

‘Your body has gotten used to taking me from behind, so now just stimulating the front makes the back naturally wet. Didn’t you know yet?’

Jeong Taeui could never forget the shocking feeling he had when he heard those words.

He knew that the human body inherently possessed adaptability for survival, but he never imagined he would realize it in such a way.

It was a frustration infinitely close to shock.

If he had lived his life without meeting Ilay, he would never have known such a fact, and he would never have had to know it in the future. Without experiencing such frustration, he would probably be embracing a gentle and lovely young man to his taste by now, living as a popular and well-mannered top.

Now, his body had become irrevocably attuned to Ilay.

He didn’t dislike being attuned to Ilay itself, but somehow, he couldn’t help feeling a sense of frustration as a man.

The depression that had lasted for several days due to that shock was long gone now, but even after that, whenever he had sex with Ilay, he would feel a faint regret every time he felt his body getting wet.

And even now.

The fingers that had been digging into his body, spreading the inside, were gradually getting wet. Now, the dry feeling had almost disappeared, and a squelching sound of water was heard from below.

He had heard it countless times, but every time he heard it, it was mortifying to death. This mortifying feeling never got used to, no matter how much time passed.

His body got used to it so easily, but his heart couldn’t follow, so he could only lament.

“Taei. Go back to Berlin.”

Just when he thought the sticky sound of water was filling his head, Ilay said softly, as if casting a spell.

The moment he heard that sound, it was as if cold water had been poured over his heating head.

“…Why…”

“Go back and wait. I’ll go back as soon as I finish my work.”

“…”

Jeong Taeui shifted his body slightly. Ilay’s hand was still pressing his back, but he twisted his body regardless and turned his head. Ilay’s face was less than a span away.

“What’s the reason?”

Come to think of it, he had forgotten for a while.

The things that had been vaguely gnawing at his mind for a long time.

Ilay narrowed his eyes and looked at Jeong Taeui. He quickly understood that Ilay didn’t want to talk much. But Jeong Taeui needed to know. If things remained awkward, nothing inside him would be resolved.

Even if he were to go to Berlin, he didn’t want to go with lingering doubts.

“…”

As Jeong Taeui stared at him unblinkingly, Ilay, who had been staring intently back at Jeong Taeui, eventually let out a light sigh. He looked at Jeong Taeui with reluctance before opening his mouth.

“This year is a very important year for Tarten.”

Jeong Taeui blinked and looked at him.

He already knew that. He must have heard hundreds of times while in Tarten that the succession day was approaching.

“It’s the time to choose one of the succession candidates who have been nurtured for over twenty years, and it’s also the year when a long-standing debt relationship ends.”

“Debt relationship…?”

“Tarten has a rather old debt.”

Jeong Taeui looked at him blankly. Come to think of it, he had heard something about a loan.

However, Jeong Taeui still couldn’t understand why he had to go back to Berlin.

“Tarten’s elder, despite appearances, is a very ambitious person. He had a great ambition to build up the family business, and he greatly expanded the business that his predecessors had laid the foundation for. It grew by leaps and bounds during his time. Until then, Tarten was a decent private intelligence agency, but it wasn’t one of the top ones. However, after he gambled with the family’s fortune and succeeded, there were almost no other intelligence agencies that could compare to them.”

Ilay continued speaking as if nothing was amiss. Even while doing so, he meticulously penetrated Jeong Taeui’s lower body, as if chatting while working.

Occasionally, as if on purpose—no, he definitely believed it was on purpose—he would rub the moisture that had seeped out from inside, making a squelching sound. Every time he heard that sound, Jeong Taeui felt the reality of preparing his body to have sex with this man, and his head would get hot. So he would bury his head, but Ilay, finding it amusing, would sometimes make that sound.

Even now.

Jeong Taeui increasingly lowered his head and hunched his body, trying to subtly pull away without realizing it. He wanted to escape this anxious feeling even a little more.

However, if he did that, Ilay’s large hand would grab his waist and pull him forcefully, making his fingers penetrate even deeper, spreading the moisture.

“If you’re going to talk, talk, and if you’re going to do that, do that, just do one thing!”

Jeong Taeui shouted sullenly, his neck already red from the sensation of fingers sliding in and out of his lower body.

However, only after shouting did he realize his mistake.

Of course, Ilay said this:

“Oh? Then let’s stop talking and focus on this…”

“No, wait! Keep talking!!”

Jeong Taeui quickly shouted. Ilay closed his mouth and stared at him intently. Unable to bear his gaze, Jeong Taeui muttered, feeling like burying his head in the floor.

“…Keep talking… and keep doing that too…”

Only then did Ilay chuckle. And he opened his mouth again.

“That gamble, you see, it was quite risky, not just in terms of money. In the situation twenty years ago, it was literally a gamble. At that time, as the Cold War system slowly began to collapse, a large number of intelligence agents that the East and West blocs had planted in various countries began to defect. …At this time, the elder hired those intelligence agents for Tarten.”

Jeong Taeui paused for a moment. He turned his head to look at Ilay. He spoke as if it were nothing significant.

But it wasn’t an insignificant story.

If they were intelligence agents planted by the East and West blocs, the scale would have been enormous, and the information circulating internally would have been incomparable.

Even after the Cold War collapsed, wars did not disappear, contrary to people’s expectations. And wherever there is war, there are always intelligence agents and information lurking. It goes without saying what an advantage it is to have them in hand.

“The cost must have been enormous…”

Jeong Taeui muttered in bewilderment.

There weren’t just one or two intelligence agents, and there wasn’t just one or two pieces of information. The fields they operated in were also vast.

To collectively embrace such things meant that if he made even one wrong step, everything he had built up until then would collapse together.

Clearly, it was a gamble.

“Yes, the cost was enormous. No matter how sound, it was never an amount that a single company could handle. So, they brought in loans.”

Ilay’s words continued.

Loans.

The words he had heard before were slowly coming together.

“Even private loans—though there are exceptions—basically require government guarantees. I won’t bother explaining what kind of transactions went on between the government and Tarten, but anyway, Tarten obtained loans. To facilitate the smooth operation of funds, they obtained them from four different sources. And then they set conditions.”

“…”

“To repay one place in order every five years, and the creditor could choose to receive the debt in money or demand something equivalent, depending on the situation at the time.”

“Every five years… Then this year is…”

“Yes. This year is the final repayment. After this year, Tarten will owe nothing to anyone. To add, the place that was settled five years ago was T&R. Although that wasn’t a loan.”

Ilay concluded his words there. And suddenly, he gently curled the hand that had been rubbing Jeong Taeui’s underside.

Jeong Taeui frowned at the sensation of something expanding and spreading deep inside his body.

“Wait, wait, let’s finish talking first—”

A tingling sensation deep inside his body approached, and Jeong Taeui said in a fluster. A little more and his lower body would be completely inflamed. If that happened, both the conversation and everything else would become ambiguous.

However, as if he hadn’t heard Jeong Taeui’s words, Ilay suddenly bent down. And he bit into Jeong Taeui’s shoulder blade.

Jeong Taeui flinched at the sharp, digging sensation. His involuntary murmurs of “Ah, ouch,” were less about actual pain and more about a plea to stop.

Then the biting sensation disappeared. Instead, a warm tongue slowly licked over it, drawing a line.

“Now, …it’s going in.”

A low voice seemed to pierce his ear.

Jeong Taeui, who had been waiting for him to continue the story that began with why he was told to go back to Berlin, suddenly heard words completely out of context and snapped to attention. He flinched and recoiled without realizing it.

“Wait, let’s finish the story…!”

But before Jeong Taeui could properly utter a word, the fingers that had been spreading and moving inside his body pulled out.

And almost simultaneously, a hot, wet sound pierced into the place where moisture had seeped out enough to make it slick.

“…!!”

His body stiffened.

He barely managed to suppress a scream-like groan that was about to burst out. He swallowed his breath, swallowing the groan along with it.

But instead of screaming, Jeong Taeui, with wide, staring eyes, glared at the wood grain in front of him.

Damn it. Hell. This is why you don’t do it after a long time.

It really hurts.

Even though it was loosened enough to be wet, and he had confirmed that two or three fingers could easily go in and out, it was always torture when this guy penetrated him.

The heavy, vigorously erect object, suffocatingly so, felt as if his entire abdomen was being torn open just by its tip.

“Relax a bit more, Taei. …I said relax your butt.”

He must have tensed his body too much.

Ilay’s voice lowered slightly. Though he didn’t show it, it seemed to hurt him because it was too tight.

“I… can’t… relax… it… on my own…”

Jeong Taeui replied in short, choppy breaths. His breath kept getting shorter due to suffocation.

Behind him, he heard Ilay click his tongue.

“It’s hard for you like this. Try to relax a bit.”

Slap, the hand that lightly smacked his butt was undoubtedly that hateful hand.

“It’s wet enough, but if you’re this tense…”

Ilay muttered, clicking his tongue. Then, as if he had an idea, he bent down and bit Jeong Taeui’s ear. And he whispered into his ear.

“Just bear with it for a moment. It’ll feel good soon.”

A low voice breathing into his ear sent shivers down his spine. Jeong Taeui hunched his shoulders and almost unconsciously nodded. His laughter touched his nape.

Ilay put his hand on Jeong Taeui’s butt. He grabbed the spot right next to where his object’s tip was already resting and pulled.

“…Ah!!”

His hand spread the already wide-open area, which was already embracing the thick tip of his member, even wider.

Jeong Taeui’s body trembled, but Ilay pressed his chest firmly against Jeong Taeui’s back.

Soon, Ilay’s penis penetrated the area that was pulled open a little more. With each shallow thrust, the depth gradually increased.

Shallowly, lightly, little by little, the body penetrated deeper.

“…, …! Ugh, …!!”

His stiff body slowly began to tremble.

Perhaps it was his imagination, but it felt as if his insides were getting wetter.

As soon as that thought came to mind, his neck turned red and he buried his head. Though it didn’t have much effect since he was lying face down.

Suddenly, Ilay chuckled from behind his reddened neck. And he lightly bit his neck. That sensation somehow sent shivers down Jeong Taeui’s spine, making him recoil again.

Little by little, persistently thrusting, the flesh that had been spreading his body seemed to be trying to penetrate all the way to his stomach and fill it completely. When another person’s body continuously filled his own, sometimes he would be seized by a sudden, instinctive fear.

The sensation of his body not being his own. Or the sensation of his body not moving as he wished.

But before he could be gripped by that instinctive fear, the object withdrew from his body. And as soon as it withdrew, this time, it thrust in with a suffocating force.

“…Ah!”

A small, involuntary cry escaped him along with his breath.

It felt like being punched in the stomach.

After slowly and carefully penetrating once and opening a path inside his body, it was always like this.

“If I open it up like this, it won’t tear easily afterwards,” Ilay said, and then unhesitatingly pushed his flesh into Jeong Taeui’s body.

It was tight. Even with all that moisture, it was so immensely swollen that it felt completely inadequate, and his flesh ripped through his insides.

“I… I’m… dy… ing… ah…”

Jeong Taeui stammered out fragmented words that wouldn’t form properly, breathing in short, shallow gasps. Tears, physiological tears, already welled up in his eyes and began to fall.

“Taei, don’t cry. Good boy, don’t cry. …It’s not me who’s not stopping. It’s you who swallowed my thing and is holding it tight, not letting go.”

Ilay’s voice had also become rough. His breathing was getting a little ragged. Yet, he still spoke as if he were at ease, which was utterly displeasing.

He whispered “don’t cry” as if comforting a child, then tilted his head close and licked the tears flowing down Jeong Taeui’s cheek.

And only then did he finally untie Jeong Taeui’s tightly bound wrists. His wrists, clearly marked, finally gained freedom.

However, there was only one thing his freed hands could do.

“Now, lie on your back… And hug me.”

As if it were a matter of course now, Ilay embraced Jeong Taeui. He penetrated deep into his body once more, as if regretfully, then withdrew.

Jeong Taeui, whose body finally felt a little more comfortable, managed to turn over, his lower body aching. But as soon as he lay on his back, he saw Ilay lift his arms and wrap them around his own neck, and Jeong Taeui sighed.

Ilay, embraced by Jeong Taeui, chuckled softly. And burying his lips in Jeong Taeui’s nape, he thrust his hips between his legs once more.

“When will you finish…?”

Jeong Taeui barely endured the terrifying weapon penetrating his body again, asking in a voice barely audible.

He hoped it would end before the owner of the room returned.

Pushing and thrusting endlessly into his body, Ilay replied, “Hmm.”

“Just two months’ worth of what we couldn’t do.”

“…Damn it…”

The moment he heard “two months’ worth”—even though he knew it was a joke—his head went blank and he muttered.

Then, suddenly, Ilay fell silent. He rubbed his lips against Jeong Taeui’s cheek, then lifted his head and gazed down at him.

His eyes suddenly held a smile.

“Come to think of it, I asked Instructor Jeong Changin that once before.”

“…?”

Jeong Taeui, his mind increasingly blank, couldn’t quite understand what he was saying and only sent him a puzzled look.

“I asked him what ‘mang-hal-nom’ in Korean meant, and he readily answered.”

Saying that, he chuckled.

Slowly, a memory surfaced in his blank mind. At that moment, his head suddenly cleared.

“No, wait, that’s, that’s not…”

“If it’s not enough, just say so. I can handle it.”

“No, that’s not what I meant—”

“What did you mean?”

The moment Ilay asked again, Jeong Taeui suddenly fell silent.

He couldn’t tell him what that word truly meant.

“…”

“Why? What does it mean, huh? ‘Mang-hal-nom’.”

“…It’s similar to… what my uncle said…”

As he answered, Jeong Taeui suddenly understood. Why he always dug his own grave and covered himself with dirt.

The best way to escape this situation was simply to change the subject.

Jeong Taeui tightly hugged Ilay’s neck. “Let’s see if you can suffocate,” he thought, putting all his strength into his arms, but Ilay only chuckled and bit Jeong Taeui’s nape hard.

“…So.”

“Hm?”

Something he had forgotten while being momentarily out of it suddenly came to mind.

Jeong Taeui, still hugging Ilay’s neck, murmured into his ear.

“What does Tarten’s final repayment this time have to do with me going to Berlin?”

“…”

No answer came for a while.

Instead, Ilay buried his flesh deep inside Jeong Taeui’s body, and as if pleased by it, he simply swayed Jeong Taeui’s body slowly.

“So… why…”

Jeong Taeui asked again, swaying as he was swayed.

How long had they been like that?

Eventually, the object that had been proudly held deep inside his body for a long time began to expel its contents into his body. Ilay tightened his arm around Jeong Taeui, who flinched and recoiled, planting himself deep inside Jeong Taeui’s body.

And only after pouring every last drop into Jeong Taeui’s body, Ilay spoke languidly, as if satisfied.

“Because the final repayment recipient is a state-owned company in Saudi Arabia.”

“Saudi…”

Something felt subtly off.

What did it have to do with him?

Was there any possibility it was connected to him in any way?

There was only one answer.

Jeong Taeui stared blankly at Ilay, his face instantly devoid of expression. The possibility connected to him was undoubtedly connected to this man as well.

However, Ilay, even though he must have known the meaning of that gaze, remained calm, merely chuckling as if Jeong Taeui’s reaction was amusing.

“And their management chose demands as the method of repayment, not money.”

[To be continued in Volume 3]