Passion: Diaphonic Symphonia Novel - Chapter 70

His face, with a faint smile-like expression, looked somewhat amused. Indeed, he seemed to be in a good mood tonight for some reason.

“…?”

Jeong Taeui tilted his head.

Had they been talking and then stopped midway?

Ilay slowly walked towards Jeong Taeui, who was watching him with a puzzled expression. His slow approach somehow felt like a huge beast approaching its prey, and Jeong Taeui felt an instinctive sense of danger.

It was strange. His expression was calm, and he was smiling in an ambiguous way, yet a chill ran down his spine.

As he wondered why, Ilay opened his mouth.

“Right, let’s talk about what we left off earlier. What were you doing with Christoph?”

“Huh…?” Jeong Taeui replied blankly to Ilay, who asked with amusement, and thought.

Yes, it was his eyes. A faint smile lingered around his lips, but his eyes, narrowed as if in a smile, held something chilling.

“With Christoph, what…?”

Jeong Taeui asked blankly, unable to quickly grasp the context of the conversation. Ilay approached Jeong Taeui and kindly clarified.

“Earlier, when you came to call Christoph, you stopped talking. I need to hear the rest of that story. So, you said you had an illicit affair with Christoph?”

The moment those words fell from Ilay’s lips, Jeong Taeui suddenly snapped awake as if doused with cold water. His fatigue vanished in an instant.

However, by the time Jeong Taeui’s eyes widened and he came to his senses, Ilay was already within four or five steps of him.

“Wait, wait! You’re making a huge misunderstanding right now!!”

“Misunderstanding, huh.”

Ilay stopped. One step in front of Jeong Taeui, who was perched on the stool.

Jeong Taeui slowly pushed his bottom back, but it was of little use. Sitting on the stool, he could only move back a few inches at most.

“First of all, let me tell you, absolutely not. I’ve never been with anyone else except you—I mean, since I met you, I haven’t been with anyone else, not once!”

“Really? What a coincidence. I haven’t been with anyone else since I slept with you either.”

Jeong Taeui was surprised for a different reason by Ilay, who still spoke calmly.

His words, which seemed to claim, ‘I am being faithful to you,’ were somehow very unexpected. Of course, he didn’t think Ilay was messing around with other people, but still, hearing it directly was a fresh surprise.

“Uh… oh, really? Me too…”

Jeong Taeui scratched his neck, feeling embarrassed for no reason, and Ilay also smiled faintly in front of him. Seeing that smile, he felt a little relieved. More than anything, his thought process was slightly out of whack after hearing something he hadn’t expected.

Ilay whispered softly into Jeong Taeui’s ear, who was slightly confused.

“Right, then what did Christoph’s words mean?”

“Ah, that. As you know, that guy is a bit of a naive country bumpkin. He fiddled with my crotch before, that’s what he was referring to.”

“Ah-ha. Your crotch? Christoph? …How did that even happen, huh?”

“Ah, that was—”

Jeong Taeui, who had been about to speak innocently, suddenly stopped.

Right before his eyes, Ilay was taking off his gloves.

He casually tossed the gloves, which could mercilessly slit a person’s throat without a twitch of an eyebrow, over his shoulder, revealing his white hands.

It wasn’t a bad omen. For him, who always wore gloves when harming people, taking them off wasn’t a prelude to something terrible. Rather, if he wore them, that would be more unsettling.

And yet, when those gloves were tossed to the floor and replaced by his white, beautiful hands, Jeong Taeui’s heart suddenly leaped.

“No, that, you know, he doesn’t know much, so—”

“So, he fiddled with your crotch and called it an illicit affair? Haha, that guy. …So, in his head, you and he are in some grand relationship, is that what you’re saying?”

“Huh? Uh—that—does it come to that…?”

Strange. The conversation was heading in a strange direction. It wasn’t wrong, but it was going completely opposite to what Jeong Taeui intended and desired.

“In short, he’s judging that your relationship with me and your relationship with him are similar situations, is that what you mean?”

“No way…”

Jeong Taeui tried to deny it, waving his hands. But in front of Jeong Taeui, Ilay, with his white hands, unbuttoned his wrist cuffs and lifted his foot. He lightly hooked his foot on the frame of the stool Jeong Taeui was sitting on, then unhesitatingly kicked the frame with that foot.

“…!!”

The stool scraped across the floor and slid, hitting the bed. Jeong Taeui, who was pushed back while sitting on the stool, slightly lost his balance from the light impact of hitting the bed.

Although he lost his balance, it was only a slight sway of his upper body two or three times, but by the time he regained his balance and straightened himself, the situation had already severely worsened. A white, beautiful hand covered Jeong Taeui’s collarbone and then pushed him down.

He instinctively tried to brace himself, but it was useless. Still, it was a monstrous strength unimaginable from his beautiful appearance.

“Taei. I clearly engraved it before, didn’t I? This is mine.”

That hand slowly pressed down from below his collarbone to his abdomen. With the heavy weight sweeping over his body, Jeong Taeui held his breath.

‘What’s yours…?’ his muttering voice lacked strength.

Suddenly, a memory came to him. This man had definitely said that. Stubbornly, he had ingrained that unreasonable claim into Jeong Taeui. In a way he didn’t want to remember but couldn’t forget.

The hand that had gone down near the front of his pants turned direction and burrowed into his shirt. And it began to move back up over his bare skin. From his belly to his chest, thoroughly tracing his body with his palm.

It was strange how such a coolly white hand could be so hot.

“How can someone else mess with what’s mine as they please? Even if it’s you, you shouldn’t carelessly let this be exposed to others, if nothing else. …Why do you carelessly give what’s mine to someone else, huh?”

“Give what to who? I didn’t give it away…!”

Before that, the thought of first arguing why it was his crossed his mind, but it seemed useless to say it, and more than that, a sudden surge of unfairness took precedence.

This made him seem like a loose person who gave his body to just anyone, didn’t it?

However, ignoring Jeong Taeui’s cries of injustice, Ilay effortlessly pulled down his pants with his other hand. When his underwear was pulled down at the same time, his lower body, from his waist to his thighs, was exposed to the cool air.

“Did you forget already? Then I’ll engrave it again, however many times it takes. How deeply should I engrave it so you’ll never forget again? This body is mine.”

His voice was relaxed. Like the expression he had been showing all along, it even seemed to contain a playful amusement. So loose, as if he were playing a prank, that it wouldn’t be strange if he suddenly took his hands away and said, ‘It was just a joke.’

And yet…

“…Are you angry?”

Jeong Taeui asked, frowning slightly.

He felt that way. Even though he was smiling, his insides somehow felt twisted. It felt like he was wearing the sophisticated and neat mask of Rigel, who visited Tarten, not showing much emotion, but definitely twisted inside.

“Angry? Yes, I am certainly angry about you handling what’s mine as you please.”

He said it casually, but… he must have been angry after all.

Jeong Taeui inwardly clicked his tongue.

Thinking about it, they were, after all, people who shared a bed. Regardless of how this man viewed Jeong Taeui and lived with him, if one touched someone else in that way while living together in the same house, it wouldn’t feel good. …Though, he didn’t seem like the type to feel jealousy or possessiveness like normal people at all.

“Sorry.”

Jeong Taeui mumbled with a sigh. But his mouth, which had been about to add an apology, closed midway.

His defenseless lower body suddenly grew warm.

“Il…!”

Even that name, he tried to call, but couldn’t finish. Another sound almost escaped instead of his name, so Jeong Taeui hastily covered his mouth.

The two hands that had wrapped around Jeong Taeui’s buttocks and thighs effortlessly lifted his body into the air, then unhesitatingly took the flaccid flesh between them into his mouth.

He covered his mouth with one hand and involuntarily clutched Ilay’s head with the other. He struggled with all his might to push away the man whose mouth held his crotch, grabbing his hair, but in his panic, he couldn’t put any real strength into it. It was futile.

“…—!!”

His neck instantly turned red.

It seemed like the one with someone else’s penis in his mouth should be more embarrassed, but this man was nonchalant. Without a change in expression, with an indifferent face, he gently, carefully gnawed from Jeong Taeui’s penis to the flesh near its base.

“Il-Ilay—…!! Wai-wait, wai—…!!”

“I need to see if the taste has changed from being handled by another guy. Just stay still.”

Ilay, who seemed to have momentarily pulled away, said only that, then slowly and forcefully licked his penis upwards again. And Jeong Taeui, after trying to push him away, gave up and instead pulled the blanket over his face.

He briefly wondered if this was the feeling of running out of a burning bathhouse covering only one’s face, but even that thought quickly vanished.

Even with his face buried in the blanket, the wet sounds coming from below weren’t muffled. Sounds like something being eaten mixed with squelching noises, creating a very lewd sound.

Oral sex wasn’t new. He had even rolled around like an animal without a single thread of clothing on, so this much wasn’t anything to be surprised about. No, but still.

Jeong Taeui tried hard to compose himself, thinking, ‘Yes, this much is nothing compared to what we usually do.’ However, the problem was that even the usual acts, despite being done regularly, never became familiar even after several years. He had never once enjoyed it with a relaxed, sporty feeling, skillfully moving his hips in rhythm.

This man wouldn’t let him. Like now.

“…Agh!! Scr-don’t scratch, it hurts!!”

“It’s not pain, your body is just starting to get hot.”

The man’s lips moved while his penis was still in his mouth. Besides that light sensation, at some point, a finger that had been caressing the concave crease inside his crotch dug in and scratched, making his body twitch.

As he struggled to escape from that hand, the mouth holding his penis slowly tightened. A slight pressure of hard teeth on his skin made a shiver run down his spine instinctively.

“Don’t bite! You’ll kill me!!”

“If you stay still, I won’t bite. Relax your body.”

The hand gripping his buttocks tightened. It was a strong grip, enough to leave handprints like bruises.

This was a man who would bite if he didn’t stay still. In fact, wasn’t it a few years ago, in a similar situation, Jeong Taeui had kicked Ilay’s shoulder, thinking, ‘Surely he wouldn’t bite?’ And that ‘surely’ became reality.

He was bitten so severely that he didn’t need to go to the hospital, but the teeth marks remained clearly for several days.

It really hurt then. It really, really hurt. He even fainted for about ten seconds. He couldn’t even get up after being slapped on the cheek by that pale, fierce hand. That was one of the few times he had heard Ilay Regrow say “I’m sorry.”

He hadn’t been bitten since, but that experience seemed to have left a kind of psychological trauma. After that, whenever this man brought his mouth down to his lower body for oral sex, his body automatically tensed up.

Like now.

“Relax your body.”

Muttering easily even with someone else’s penis in his mouth, he stirred his fingers inside Jeong Taeui’s body, drawing increasingly larger circles. And Jeong Taeui, with the sensation of the mouth that was gently scratching or rubbing his penis just enough not to hurt, like sending short bursts of electricity, and the sensation of being opened up inside, his body naturally tensed.

“I said relax.”

Ilay clicked his tongue. At the same time, the fingers inside his body bent slightly roughly, opening him up. Jeong Taeui instinctively bent his body with a groan and clutched his head.

“Even if I want to relax, I can’t…—Ah, …Ah, ah!!”

Whether he heard Jeong Taeui’s half-sobbing plea or not, the fingers scratched inside his body.

Annoyingly, it was precisely Jeong Taeui’s sensitive spot.

The mouth holding his penis, which had quickly risen more than halfway, became even tighter. His breath hitched from the sticky tongue and the strongly sucking mucous membrane inside the mouth.

The climax approached in an instant. The object, heavy with power and standing erect, was about to explode almost simultaneously the moment Jeong Taeui held his breath—

“…?!”

…It should have. If only the white hand hadn’t gripped the base, and the mouth that had been sucking so fiercely hadn’t fallen away as if it had never been there.

“Il—”

Jeong Taeui looked at Ilay, half-dazed and bewildered.