Passion: Diaphonic Symphonia Novel - Chapter 81

The thudding sound against the floor echoed dully, muffled by the soft rug.

Sometimes, a more resonant sound, as if striking something other than the floor, would echo. Then, it would thud against the floor repeatedly.

It is never easy to restrain a person who is thrashing and struggling wildly, almost in a state of frenzy. If all conditions were equal, it would be impossible.

However, unfortunately, if one is at a disadvantage in all conditions, and the oppressor has no intention of giving up, the outcome could usually be guessed from the start, even if it took time.

That’s why both Richard and Christoph knew from the beginning who had the advantage and who was at a disadvantage.

Richard had a better physique than Christoph, with a height difference of about a hand span and a body size difference of two or three weight classes.

His stamina was also superior. While Christoph excelled in agility and speed, his overall stamina was closer to a disadvantage.

Most critically, there was the difference in their initial positions.

Starting from a state of being pinned down, almost unable to move, served as the most decisive weakness.

Yet, Richard moved, inevitably taking damage such as being hit or having his joints slightly dislocated by Christoph.

Christoph was at a disadvantage from the beginning.

In such a situation, they both knew it was wiser to simply wait for their fate from the start.

However, they also knew that Christoph would never be able to endure it.

When Richard finally tied one of Christoph’s arms to the sturdy mahogany table leg, they both looked terrible.

Richard’s forehead, stomach, and chest bore reddish marks, inevitably sustained from being hit or struck while dodging Christoph’s frantic attacks. These marks would probably turn black bruises by the next day. A small cut on his forehead, from hitting the table, had bled and clotted.

And below him, Christoph was trembling, his face pale and filled with venom.

It was a mess.

His clothes, once spotless, were now crumpled and disheveled, and his suit jacket was half-off, a button missing. His shoes were nowhere to be seen.

His neatly rustling hair, long enough to lightly cover his nape, was now a tangled mess, clinging untidily to his sweat-soaked forehead and cheeks.

Richard gasped for breath, sitting firmly on Christoph’s lower abdomen, looking down at him with eyes mixed with anger and exhilaration.

“……This is the first time I’ve seen you so disheveled, Christoph. You never appeared before others unless you were perfectly spotless.”

Christoph did not answer. He merely gasped for breath, as if about to collapse, and glared fiercely at Richard.

“What will you do? Right now, I could break your neck, rip out your heart, or tear off your limbs while you’re still alive.”

Richard spoke slowly.

He, too, was subtly different from his usual self. Although he was excellent at concealing his anger or excitement from others, now, even in his calm, low whispers and his gaze down at Christoph, he couldn’t hide the faint, flickering light of excitement.

He bent down. And brought his mouth close to Christoph’s ear. Grabbing Christoph’s nape, who flinched and trembled, he whispered into his ear.

“Say it with your own mouth that you won’t do that again. That you won’t defy my words again. Say clearly, once more, with your own mouth, that you will obey anything I say.”

“…—.”

Christoph, who had been gasping for breath, closed his mouth. As if to say, ‘Do you think I’d let out even a single breath from the mouth you want to speak?’

Richard silently looked down at Christoph. He watched him for a while, as if giving him some time, then quietly sighed and smiled.

He clicked his tongue as if troubled, then whispered softly, as if soothing a beloved child.

“You’re unnecessarily stubborn. You always have been. You never had the knack for just saying something to appease and get it over with; you’d rather die than show weakness.”

Suddenly, Richard straightened his body, which had been leaning close to Christoph. And he gently placed his hand just below Christoph’s collarbone.

“Then, how much can you endure this time?”

It was simultaneous with the gentle, pitying whisper piercing his ear.

The hand, spread generously and placed on the collarbone, slowly slid downwards.

With only a thin piece of cloth between them, the warmth of the body directly beneath was vividly felt.

As if skin were directly touching skin, Christoph’s body convulsed, trembling beneath the shirt that conveyed every sensation and warmth.

“Don’t touch me! What are you…—!”

His pale face, which had reflexively screamed, stiffened abruptly. It was because Richard’s hand had stopped at one spot on his chest.

“Hmm…? You suddenly went quiet. I thought you’d scream until your throat was raw. Or maybe, surprisingly, you like being touched here?”

A voice of surprise was heard.

His fingers moved a few times over the faintly protruding nipple visible through the shirt. Each time he lightly scratched it with his fingernail, Christoph’s body flinched more severely.

“Don’t, ……don’t touch me……”

A trembling voice barely squeezed out of his constricted throat.

But that faint voice did not reach Richard. After rubbing that small piece of flesh on his chest for a while as if playing with a tiny toy, he suddenly twisted it hard.

A loud gasp was heard.

At that moment, Richard let out a “Ha,” and laughed.

“Right, that’s your scream. I wondered what your scream, which I’ve never heard before, would sound like.”

“……Th, …—.”

His lips, parted as if to say something, soon closed again. He bit down, swallowing his words. Christoph’s face grew paler and paler.

Richard kept the hand kneading Christoph’s chest in place, while slowly sweeping his other hand downwards.

From chest to waist, side, and stomach.

As if to thoroughly explore every inch of his body with his palm and fingers, his hand slowly moved over the shirt. And each time his hand paused and then moved, Christoph’s body twitched and bent slightly.

Richard snorted softly.

“With your whole body so sensitive everywhere I touch, how on earth did you sleep with women? Did you just thrust and finish without any foreplay? Hmm… what an ill-mannered fellow.”

“…—.”

Christoph curled his body tightly—though he couldn’t properly curl up with Richard on top of him—and gritted his teeth.

Richard, who had been looking down at him with a sneer and a click of his tongue, suddenly paused his hand. A strange light appeared on his face. “No way,” he muttered to himself, frowning slightly.

“Surely you’re not going to say you’re still a virgin at that age.”

Richard casually tossed out the words, as if it couldn’t be true but he was just saying it anyway.

At that moment, Richard didn’t miss the brief tremor of Christoph’s tightly sealed lips.

Richard’s face hardened with an expression close to shock. Even the hand stroking Christoph’s body paused for a moment.

“You’ve never had sex?”

Richard asked in a still disbelieving tone, as if dismissing a bad joke, but Christoph only bit his lips harder.

Richard stared at him for a moment, as if dazed, then let out a hollow laugh, asking incredulously.

“You’re joking, right? You’ve never done that?”

“……did.”

At first, it was too low to be heard clearly.

Through his teeth, which were biting his lips so hard they might bleed, Christoph trembled and muttered something.

His voice then gradually grew, like ripples, soon becoming barely audible.

“You… did.”

“Ah… right, you did. Of course, there’s no way you wouldn’t have at that age…”

“You… did.”

Richard fell silent.

He looked down at Christoph, who was speaking completely out of context, with strange eyes. Perhaps he was so terribly distressed that he had temporarily lost his mind.

“What?”

As Richard frowned slightly and asked again, Christoph squeezed out a trembling voice.

“You did it…! Back then, when I had just gotten out of the river, you did that to me…!!”

Richard stared blankly at Christoph for a long time, who was continuously muttering curses like ‘You crazy bastard, you perverted freak’ in a trembling voice. Unconsciously, the hand he had placed on Christoph’s body recoiled. Christoph also flinched at his movement.

Richard, looking down at Christoph who was muttering with a pale face, ‘Me, with you, with someone like you…’, suddenly frowned and asked.

“Have you ever said such a thing elsewhere, by any chance?”

“…—Why, are you afraid to tell others what you did? Do you think I’d go around blabbing such things everywhere! Some might have heard me say I’d kill you for doing such a thing, but do you think I’d spread that around?!”

Christoph burst out, shouting as if overcome with rage. His vivid blue eyes briefly welled up, glistening like glass.

Richard silently watched Christoph, who was trembling, unable to control the anger and fury that had risen to his head. A bewildered and perplexed look briefly crossed his face.

“So that’s why such rumors were circulating…”

His sighing mutter did not reach Christoph’s ears, who was gasping for breath.

Richard, who had been looking down at Christoph as if dumbfounded, suddenly let out a hollow laugh at some point.

But the moment that laugh ceased, the hand placed on Christoph’s body simultaneously tensed. The amusement was completely wiped from Richard’s face.

“There’s a limit to how foolish you can be, to let such absurd rumors spread…? That I did that to you? Me?!”

His tone grew rougher. Richard, who snorted as if he had tasted an unexpected humiliation, muttered with an expressionless face.

“Then you’ll learn clearly today. Because I’ll teach you for sure. What it’s like for a man to have sex with a man.”

Finishing his words in a chillingly low voice, Richard grabbed Christoph’s shirt by the collar and ripped it off. The thin, soft, but not strong fabric tore off weakly.

Beneath the tattered cloth, hanging like a rag over his shoulders and arms, his pale skin was revealed.

But as Christoph’s face immediately hardened, Richard, without another word, pulled down Christoph’s pants.

He instantly changed his expression and thrashed his legs with all his might, but it was ultimately futile with his restricted body. Screaming frantically was useless.

“You crazy bastard, what are you doing! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch my body!!”

But even as Christoph screamed fiercely, Richard moved as if he couldn’t hear him at all.

Soon, not a single thread remained on Christoph’s body.

Richard tossed his last piece of underwear far away and looked down at him. From head to toe, his gaze swept over him explicitly.

“Hmm… I wonder if it’ll get hard for a man…”

Richard casually ran his hand over his crotch.

His heavily hanging penis showed no sign of rising and was pointing downwards.

Christoph’s frozen gaze remained fixed on his crotch for a moment. Shock and disgust filled his eyes.

He had never seen another man’s penis so explicitly before. He had never even gone to a sauna for fear of his skin brushing against another’s. He had used communal bathrooms, but he never wanted to see other people’s things. Even in public restrooms, he never looked away if someone was next to him.

However, Christoph had seen his own penis thousands of times, so there was no reason for a man’s penis to feel unfamiliar, yet Richard’s penis, which he was rubbing in front of his eyes, was distinctly unfamiliar.

Richard tilted his head and looked down at Christoph’s lower body. Then he let out a chuckle.

“I thought a man’s thing was just grotesque, but among what I’ve seen, this is the prettiest in color and shape.”

Christoph’s face hardened to a pale blank.

Just being touched sent shivers down his spine, it was terrible. But the current situation was even more terrible. This series of actions, symbolizing physical intimacy, horribly suggested what might vaguely happen next.

“Richard. ……Don’t.”

Christoph’s pale whisper was devoid of strength. Turning to Christoph, Richard smiled faintly.

“Do you know what I’m going to do?”

“With that, ……you’re going to touch my body.”

Christoph muttered, glaring at Richard’s penis. Just the thought sent shivers down his spine, and his body recoiled.

For some reason, upon hearing those words, Richard laughed like a sigh. Yet, as he swept his hand up his penis, he eventually took his hand off the still limp and heavy member.

“As expected, it doesn’t get hard for a man. Thanks to that, I won’t be able to go all the way, so that’s fortunate for you. ……Well, fine. It doesn’t necessarily have to be penetration.”

Richard, who cleanly gave up on the stimulation below, immediately mounted Christoph’s body.

Christoph flinched as if to jump. His face immediately turned pale.

Naked body explicitly collided with naked body. The sensation of skin directly touching skin was utterly unfamiliar. It sent shivers down his spine.

“Don’t…!!”

But Christoph’s scream-like cry did not come out completely.

Before he could finish shouting, Richard fiercely gripped his jaw with a strong hand and bit Christoph’s lips as if to devour them.

For a moment, his body froze from the grotesque shock more than the pain.

As if clearly feeling Christoph’s body stiffen, Richard’s arm, which had been stroking his back, tightened. He embraced him so tightly it was suffocating.

Chest met chest. Stomach met stomach. The arm wrapped around his back tightened fiercely.

In the flood of unfamiliar sensations, as if their entire bodies had fused, the most unfamiliar sensation was his mouth.

As if to swallow him whole, Richard bit Christoph’s lips. Between the rough bites that sometimes caused a sharp pain, he sucked Christoph’s lost tongue into his own mouth. The tongue, pulled into his mouth, unable to move, had to taste his own tongue, slippery and hot, for a long time.

Hot breaths mingled with saliva between them.

A squelching, sticky sound was faintly heard.

Then, he realized.

Initially, Richard’s tongue, teeth, and lips had been indifferent and rough, but at some point, they began to move sensuously. Anxiously, as if in agony, he sucked Christoph’s lips harder and harder.

Christoph’s lips, which had been too shocked to even tremble, suddenly began to quiver faintly. And the moment he realized that fact.

“…—!!”

As if his frozen body had suddenly awakened, Christoph sharply turned his head away.

He couldn’t breathe. A chilling shiver ran down his spine. It felt as though the tongue that had been rummaging inside his mouth was still there.

His mind blank with bewilderment, Christoph’s gaze wandered until he suddenly met Richard’s eyes.

Richard wore a strange expression. It seemed angry, yet also regretful—yes, like a child whose intensely engrossing toy had been snatched away all at once.

“Stay still. It’s just child’s play anyway, why are you so stiff?”

A blunt, nonchalant voice descended upon Christoph’s face once more.

Christoph instinctively turned his head away again.

He was horrified. His body felt a chill. His chest and stomach, pressed tightly together, and the arms wrapped firmly around his back, were felt vividly, down to every single cell.

As Christoph turned his head, Richard clicked his tongue. As if vexed, he gripped Christoph’s jaw and forcibly turned his head back. And then, he kissed him again, roughly.

“…—!”

The shout to stop vanished into his mouth.

Somehow more anxious, more impatient than before, Richard rummaged through every corner of Christoph’s mouth. He licked and sucked everywhere his tongue touched. It felt as if he would swallow him whole if he could.

Then, suddenly, the hand gripping his jaw slowly descended. The hand that had been carefully tracing his neckline and collarbone now reached his chest.

The hand, which seemed to lightly brush against the small, raised flesh on his chest, began to persistently caress it.

At that moment, Christoph writhed and convulsed.

He couldn’t bear it. He didn’t know what it was, but a horrifyingly unfamiliar and chilling sensation crawled up his spine.

Let go. Please don’t touch me. It’s unfamiliar. It’s so unfamiliar I can’t bear it. Leave me alone.

Christoph frantically shook his head, urgently crying out.

“Don’t, stop it, it’s disgusting…! My stomach is churning, ah, don’t touch, ah, …ah, ah, …—!!”

His trembling voice let out short, gasping sounds against Christoph’s will. He tried to force down the voice, faintly mixed with sobs, but even that wouldn’t obey. His mind felt like it was going to break.

Richard looked down at Christoph in silence for a moment. Christoph couldn’t discern what emotion flickered in his expression. Perhaps even Richard himself didn’t know. A vague bewilderment was mixed in that expression.

“…Seems you like it here. You’re excessively sensitive for someone who’s never done this before. Or, is that why you had contact aversion?”

Even the voice, meant to be mocking, was tinged with a hint of bewilderment.

Slowly, Richard’s lips descended.

They grazed Christoph’s neck, followed the line of his shoulder to his collarbone, and finally reached the center of his chest, which his fingers had been pressing and rubbing.

His lips lingered there for a moment, as if hesitating, then covered it. He tickled the firmly raised flesh with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it hard enough to make Christoph gasp.

“…—!!!”

Sometimes, he bit and gnawed with his teeth, sucking as if to pull it out by the root, a sensation that made every hair on Christoph’s body stand on end.