Passion Novel - Volume 4 - Chapter 103

What is this? What is this?

Jeong Taeui was flustered. Perhaps “bewildered” was more accurate. The man slowly traced his fingers over Jeong Taeui’s chest. That ticklish sensation soon spread throughout his body. At first, only his chest had been slightly ticklish, but that itch spread throughout his body, even between his legs.

He flinched, trying to pull his legs together, but he couldn’t. Ilay, who had been holding one of Jeong Taeui’s knees from behind and lifting him, briefly pulled out the hand that had been persistently moving inside Jeong Taeui’s body. He slowly rubbed his lower abdomen with his palm, then lowered his hand again and buried his thumb inside Jeong Taeui’s body. His other fingers occasionally rubbed around the entrance, his perineum, or near the base of his penis.

Jeong Taeui couldn’t concentrate on any of the sensations spreading throughout his body. His chest, his genitals, and the area below them, all felt ticklish. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but flinch and jolt.

“Stop, wait, ticklish…—.”

Ilay paid no attention to Jeong Taeui’s anxious and bewildered cries. He continued to explore Jeong Taeui’s body slowly and persistently, as if going at his own pace.

The thumb that had been moving in and out between his legs had now gone deep, all the way to the root. The entrance, which had swallowed the root of his thumb, was unusually wide open, incomparably so, swallowing his finger.

“Now it’s pretty well loosened up. …Good.”

He heard the man mutter. What’s good about it, you bastard, Jeong Taeui cursed again.

“Taei, do you understand? This body is mine.”

Ilay whispered in his ear. Jeong Taeui glared at Ilay with fierce eyes. Ilay ran his tongue over the corners of his eyes, which were subtly moist.

“There’s no part of this body I don’t know. There’s no part of your body my hand hasn’t touched. And this place, it’s here to hold my thing.”

Ilay’s hand, which had been kneading between his legs, suddenly tightened. Jeong Taeui let out a short groan. As the opening below parted, he deliberately stirred his fingers widely inside.

“Taei. —…Look forward.”

His vision blurred and cleared repeatedly. Jeong Taeui, who had been leaning his head against Ilay’s shoulder, breathing raggedly and slumped, opened his eyes at his low voice. And with unfocused eyes, he looked where Ilay gestured with his chin. At that moment, his mind cleared completely.

In front of the chair was a large full-length mirror.

He had known it was there, but he hadn’t consciously noticed it until now.

In the mirror, Jeong Taeui’s own body was starkly exposed. Sitting on Ilay’s thighs, with his knees hooked over the armrests of the chair and his legs spread, Ilay’s hand was moving, thoroughly wet, between his parted legs. The moment Jeong Taeui looked at the mirror and hardened his expression in shock, Ilay laughed. And with his two large hands, he gripped Jeong Taeui’s thighs and pushed them outwards.

“Il…—.”

He urgently called his name, his face flushed red, but Ilay paid no heed. Even when he tried to pull his legs together, Ilay’s strong hands wouldn’t let him.

“Don’t flinch. This is a body I’m going to take. What’s wrong with me looking at what’s mine, no matter how hidden it is?”

“Don’t… be ridiculous…”

Ilay’s slow, smooth voice licked his earlobe. Jeong Taeui gasped, muttering disjointedly.

But the next moment, Jeong Taeui’s expression hardened. From between his thighs, where he was sitting on Ilay’s lap—a huge phallus rose. That stiffly raised phallus, piercing Jeong Taeui’s testicles, was reflected in the mirror as explicitly as Jeong Taeui’s crotch.

“Taei. Then look closely. This is mine. Right?”

“…—.”

Ilay thrust his hips once. His terrifyingly erect penis nodded and swayed, tapping Jeong Taeui’s thighs. The sight of flesh hitting flesh was reflected in the mirror as if intertwined, appearing obscenely beyond words.

“Ilay… you crazy pervert with bad taste…! Get, get it away! Why would you…—!!”

“I told you. I will recognize that you are mine. So at this moment, not only the reflection in that mirror, but your very being sitting on my lap right now, is mine.”

“Don’t talk nonsense! Why would I be yours?!”

Jeong Taeui screamed, his voice almost tearful.

Because of this madman, he truly felt like he was going crazy. His head felt like it was boiling and about to snap.

If Jeong Taeui turned his head, Ilay would firmly grasp his jaw and turn it back towards the mirror. If he closed his eyes, Ilay would grip Jeong Taeui’s genitals so violently that his vision would go white.

“Look. Look closely. I’m not asking you to recognize it. I told you I would recognize that you’re mine. You just, have to look. The sight of me recognizing that you are mine.”

“It’s sophistry! Ilay! You crazy bastard! Stop…! Damn it…! I told you, you son of a bitch! Just fuck me if you want to, I told you! Why do you keep doing this…—.”

His voice was choked with tears. He was furious to the point of exploding, and his face flushed at the sight of those obscene bodies reflected clearly before his eyes, even though he didn’t want to see them. He really wanted to cry. He felt like he was going insane, wondering why he had fallen into the hands of such a madman, why he hadn’t managed to escape properly, why he had been caught again.

It was then. Suddenly, his body seemed to float in the air. He flailed, startled, as if about to lose his balance, and then Ilay spoke from behind him.

“It’s okay. Stay still. I won’t drop you, so don’t be nervous. …I went through all the trouble of loosening you up, don’t get hurt by getting nervous for nothing, just stay still.”

Ilay put his hands under Jeong Taeui’s spread legs and lifted him by his knees. His waist lifted into the air, and his legs spread, making him lose his balance.

“Look closely. Taei. Don’t take your eyes off it. Right now…—.”

Ilay whispered lowly to the flustered Jeong Taeui and bit his neck. Jeong Taeui instinctively screamed and looked up, seeing the mirror.

At that moment, he was speechless.

Unable to take his eyes off it, Jeong Taeui just stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror.

No, to be precise, it wasn’t his own reflection, but Ilay’s body, which was about to overlap with his own.

Between his spread legs, at the small, red-hot opening that had been persistently penetrated by fingers just moments before, Ilay’s glans was just about to touch.

“You understand. You are mine.”

It was simultaneous with Ilay’s words.

Ilay’s penis began to penetrate between Jeong Taeui’s legs. The thickly swollen, terrifyingly erect glans was brutally pushing into his body.

Jeong Taeui screamed involuntarily. His body felt like it was splitting. That huge mass of flesh, which seemed impossible for a human body to contain, was tightly forcing Jeong Taeui’s body open, slowly, slowly, just barely pushing its head in.

“Good, good. Just relax a little, don’t be nervous. …Taei. You’re mine. You’re opening yourself up like this and swallowing my thing. Look, I’m inside your body right now. You’re swallowing me.”

Ilay’s voice grew hoarse. His lower body, which was tightly penetrating, seemed to make him dizzy, and desire boiled in his voice. Each time he thrust his hips a little, Jeong Taeui’s body became a little wetter.

And Jeong Taeui cried. This damn bastard, this wretched bastard, what’s good about it, it still hurts like hell, you inhuman bastard, just go to the stable, you damn bastard, Jeong Taeui muttered all sorts of curses that came out of his mouth without even knowing what he was saying, and he flinched and recoiled.

Ilay exhaled a “haa.” His hot breath touched his shoulder, making him feel a chill. His body was heating up, and his crotch was erect, but it hurt so much that it subsided again. Jeong Taeui gasped for breath, struggling to pull his body away.

But then, Ilay, who had been holding Jeong Taeui up, loosened his grip.

“…—!!”

He couldn’t even scream. His breath was completely choked, not a sound escaped. His body, losing its support, slid down, putting its weight on Ilay’s penis.

He felt completely filled. Like he was splitting in two.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re not torn. You’re doing very well. Relax. …Yes, you’re doing very well, so, —good boy.”

As if comforting a child, Ilay muttered that in a low, rough voice, full of desire. Jeong Taeui cried out loud to hurt a little less, yet unconsciously recoiled.

“Argh…!”

But the moment he recoiled, Jeong Taeui cried out. It was because what was filling his body had swelled even more. Ilay’s gasp escaped.

“Good, …good. I’m going in. Relax. Come on…—.”

His hips began to move little by little. Even just staying still felt like he would faint, but the sight of him gradually moving more forcefully inside was reflected in the mirror. When Jeong Taeui sniffled and turned his head, Ilay, even while groaning in pleasure, grabbed Jeong Taeui’s jaw, turned it, and kissed his cheek.

“Don’t cry. And remember well. You just have to remember what you see. What you’re swallowing between your legs is my penis, and where my penis is going in and out is inside your body.”

Jeong Taeui cried. It hurt, and he couldn’t bear this stark scene clearly displayed before his eyes.

Ilay, who had kissed his cheek, tilted Jeong Taeui’s head slightly. And he licked his lips.

His hip movements gradually became more intense. Jeong Taeui’s sensations between his legs disappeared. And at some point, a strong gush of liquid burst from inside his body, hitting his stomach. And at that moment, Ilay, who let out a short groan, thrust his hips up again and again, several times. A cloudy semen oozed out from between their intertwined flesh.

Ilay, as if not a single spot should be left untouched, persistently licked and kissed Jeong Taeui’s neck, ears, cheeks, face, and lips, wherever they touched, as Jeong Taeui slumped, exhausted from crying.

“Remember well, Taei. From today—from now on, every day, you are mine.”

A gentle, sweet whisper softly licked his cheek.

Jeong Taeui, his face covered in tears, stared blankly at the ceiling, and with a mind too exhausted to curse, he let out a brief lament.

This crazy bastard. What do you mean, ‘it’s not you who recognizes, it’s me’? This means I’m getting brainwashed, you damn bastard.

Jeong Taeui woke up when Rita came to wake him for the third time.

According to Rita, she had woken Jeong Taeui twice before, once 30 minutes ago and once 15 minutes ago, telling him to eat. And she claimed that Jeong Taeui had nodded both times and said he would come soon. However, Jeong Taeui had no such memory.

Jeong Taeui himself remembered getting up obediently the first time Rita woke him, but the Rita who came to wake him for the first time had a very exasperated look on her face.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make me walk three times for nothing.”

She spoke curtly with a cold face and left the room. Jeong Taeui, saying, “Oh, I’m sorry,” even though he didn’t remember doing anything wrong, apologized anyway, then stared blankly at the door and sighed. Lately, she seemed to be treating him quite affectionately, but today he had ruined it all in one go. Jeong Taeui thought regretfully but continued to stare blankly at the door. Then he wondered why he was so blank and turned his head. And this time, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong, Jeong Taeui…? Snap out of it.”

His head was hazy, and his thoughts wouldn’t quite return.

Jeong Taeui slapped his cheeks hard enough to sting, then opened his eyes. Perhaps because his cheeks stung, he felt a little more awake. And the moment he woke up, he flopped onto the bed.

His body hurt like hell. He was languid and exhausted to death. He couldn’t put strength into his waist and felt like he couldn’t walk.

Jeong Taeui writhed on the bed, his body having endured a harsh ordeal. Why didn’t humans have the ability to freely erase memories? He truly envied that ability in machines. Jeong Taeui lay sprawled on the bed, steeped in gloom since morning, then heard the grandfather clock in the living room chime lowly, and got up again. If he didn’t go to the dining room soon, Rita would truly come with an angry face this time. Even if his body split in two, he had to go to the dining room before Rita came again. Jeong Taeui was most afraid of Rita in this house.

He carefully crawled out of bed. The moment his feet touched the ground, his lower back ached terribly, and he couldn’t straighten his back for a while, but after a bit, he could move.

Jeong Taeui stood hunched, holding onto the table, and quietly sighed. Still, it was better than the first time, since he had done this before. The first time, he truly thought he was going to die and stayed holed up in bed the next day, unable to get up. But even today, he wouldn’t be able to avoid seeing blood in the toilet all day.

He was gloomy. His body hurting made him gloomy, and thinking about yesterday’s act made him even gloomier. Jeong Taeui wanted to cry.

That damn bastard. I told him to just fuck me if he wanted to, and he actually shoved that ridiculously huge thing in. Knowing I almost died from that before. Truly a wicked guy.

Jeong Taeui slowly walked in place. His crotch ached with each step, but he could walk, albeit slowly. Jeong Taeui thought that the cane he used because of his shattered ankle would truly come in handy today.

At least one thing.

Just one thing he could forgive. Was that after the act, he would neatly clean up after Jeong Taeui, who was sprawled on the bed, trembling and unable to move. Yesterday too, he carried the almost unconscious Jeong Taeui to the bathroom, washed him inside and out, put clothes back on him, wiped the chair, tidied the bed, and took away the dirty clothes and sheets. Yes. He had always done that one thing well.

Jeong Taeui slowly moved his uncomfortable body, roughly washed and changed his clothes, then hurried out of the room before Rita came rushing back. However, unluckily, as Jeong Taeui limped towards the door, his gaze suddenly fell upon the mirror leaning against the wall next to the door. Jeong Taeui, who had been nonchalantly checking himself in the mirror to see if anything was out of place, suddenly stopped.

“…….”

His face felt hot. Not just his face. His ears, neck, and even his head felt hot.

He had thought of something he shouldn’t have since morning. Just thinking about it made him feel like he was going crazy again.

Ilay. Ilay Riegrow.

That guy was definitely trying to leap beyond being crazy into a new phase. And Jeong Taeui, though he never wanted to be the stepping stone for that leap, was somehow becoming just that. Jeong Taeui wiped his dry cheek with the back of his hand. His cheek, touching the back of his hand, was very hot.

Should he wash his face again?

Jeong Taeui, who saw his reflection in the mirror and was about to turn back to the bathroom, heard a stir from the dining room and quickly went out of the room again.

He limped slowly enough not to appear strange to others—at this moment, Jeong Taeui thought for the first time that his shattered ankle was a blessing—and headed for the dining room. From a distance, he saw Rita, who was about to walk out with an icy face, spot Jeong Taeui and go back inside. If he had gone to wash his face, he would have earned Rita’s strong displeasure. As Jeong Taeui moved, he suddenly thought, Huh? He vaguely felt as if he had had this thought before. He remembered muttering, ‘I shouldn’t displease Rita.’

“…….”

Jeong Taeui tilted his head. And slowly, very vaguely, he recalled.

Rita had come three times in the morning, as she said.

The first time she came, he was half-asleep, almost completely unconscious. So he must have muttered something like an answer to her and then collapsed back into sleep.

The second time she came, he was better than the first, but his consciousness was still hovering beyond the surface of sleep. But hearing Rita’s footsteps as she left, saying in a slightly angry voice, ‘Don’t make me walk twice,’ he must have groaned and muttered, ‘I have to get up quickly, or Rita will dislike me, that can’t happen.’ And then he fell asleep again as if fainting.

And the third time, just now, he finally woke up.

“……. ……?”

Jeong Taeui briefly searched his memory in silence, then tilted his head. As he quietly searched his memory, it seemed there were more than just those three times. In a hazy, distant memory, whether it was a dream or reality, he felt as if he had grabbed someone and cried, ‘Please take that guy away.’

“…No?”

But no matter how much he searched his memory, there was no one like that. He couldn’t possibly have grabbed Ilay himself and asked him to take him away, nor could he have grabbed Rita and done so—then Rita might have gotten angry. Don’t mistreat our ‘young master’—

Was it a delusion after all?

Jeong Taeui slowly shuffled his feet again, letting out a long sigh.

It was not good to sleep with Ilay carelessly. The physical exertion was too much. He would do it until a person fainted, so his body couldn’t endure it. If anything, yesterday was better, he supposed. Once before, he had done it continuously until his stamina couldn’t keep up and he briefly lost consciousness, and when he finally regained it, that guy was still holding his lower back.

At that moment, Jeong Taeui suddenly recalled a terrifying memory.

—From today—from now on, every day, you are mine.

That voice, which Ilay had whispered in his ear, breathing roughly, suddenly came to mind. His face flushed again.

He thought, No way, but he also thought, It couldn’t be, but No way, would he mean to do that often from now on?

Jeong Taeui’s face hardened. He stood still, staring at his feet for a long time.

“…Not putting it in but doing it for a long time, or putting it in but finishing quickly, which would be easier to bear…?”

Jeong Taeui muttered painfully to himself.

Yesterday, he thought he was going to die from the pain. And that time before, he thought he was going to die from exhaustion.

“Neither, neither… That guy, definitely not…”

Jeong Taeui muttered gloomily and entered the dining room.

It was then.

“Who, what do you mean by ‘not’?”

A voice mixed with ample laughter asked, as if he had heard Jeong Taeui muttering.

Jeong Taeui flinched and looked up. Kyle, sitting at the table, added, ‘Good morning,’ to Jeong Taeui.

“Ah… Good morning.”

Jeong Taeui bowed his head and sat in his usual seat. Then he glanced at the man sitting opposite him, and their eyes met.

“…….”

“It’s hard to oversleep in this house with Rita around, isn’t it?”

Whether he saw Jeong Taeui’s instantly sullen face or not, Ilay, who had been eating first from across the table, spoke nonchalantly. Then, when Rita from a distance started nagging about something, he frowned.

“…….”

Suddenly, anger surged within him.

There was one person here who was as gloomy as if he had fallen to the ends of the earth since morning, but that man seemed unaffected.

Jeong Taeui silently munched on his salad.

“But, so?”

“? …Yes?”

Kyle asked Jeong Taeui, who was silently eating, only with a conjunction. Jeong Taeui looked at him bewildered and tilted his head.

“You said it when you came in. That was neither good. I thought something might be bothering you.”

Kyle, seeing that Jeong Taeui seemed to have forgotten, repeated it. Only then did Jeong Taeui mutter, “Ah.” But he remained silent for a moment, unable to answer. He couldn’t very well say, “About doing it for a long time without penetration versus finishing quickly with penetration.”

Jeong Taeui smiled vaguely and mumbled, then lowered his head. Kyle didn’t press him further.

Jeong Taeui didn’t lift his lowered head. And he diligently focused on his meal, constantly shifting his gaze between his food and his plate.

He didn’t really want to see him. Moreover, his current gloom was caused by that person. He didn’t want to look at him now and add to his gloom.

…Oh, damn it.

Jeong Taeui muttered inwardly at some point.