Passion Novel - Volume 4 - Chapter 87

Ilay’s eyes sparkled. His gaze, as if thoroughly licking every inch, scoured Jeong Taeui’s body, which was glimpsed through the opening of his shirt, though it seemed no different from anyone else’s. At the same time, the thick flesh beneath Jeong Taeui, where he was sitting, twitched and pulsed.

“Damn it… When you get that stiff looking at an ordinary body that’s just lying around, it’s embarrassing for me, no matter what.” 

Jeong Taeui clicked his tongue even as he slowly rubbed his thighs over the hot, burgeoning flesh between his buttocks. He lowered his body completely and lay on top of Ilay’s naked body. Their exposed chests and stomachs met. He could clearly feel the erect penis in his crotch. As that burning hot body heat pressed against his lower abdomen, the act suddenly felt incredibly blatant. Jeong Taeui, almost naked with his clothes undone, slowly rubbed his body against Ilay’s equally exposed nakedness. Suddenly, just imagining the sight made his nape burn hot. Jeong Taeui’s crotch also grew hot. And Ilay couldn’t possibly not know this fact.

Jeong Taeui rubbed his faintly rising crotch against Ilay’s penis, moving his hips slightly. Just as Ilay had done before, Jeong Taeui let his lips slide from Ilay’s nape, past his collarbone, to his chest. But then he realized his mistake. For some reason, while rubbing chest to chest, Ilay showed no particular reaction, but Jeong Taeui’s nipples rose sharply.

‘If your body becomes more sensitive, even just touching your nipples will make your lower body throb.’ The words Ilay had whispered into his ear with a smile a while ago came to mind. He didn’t think it would go that far, but as their bodies rubbed together, his nipples had become red and erect. A troubled expression briefly crossed Jeong Taeui’s face. Jeong Taeui sat up on Ilay’s body, clicked his tongue in annoyance, and ran his fingertips over his own chest. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but they seemed to stand even more rigidly when his fingers brushed them. Flinch, Jeong Taeui recoiled, yet confirmed the unfamiliar sensation with his fingertips.

Then, Jeong Taeui suddenly paused. It was because he felt Ilay’s gaze, which was staring intently at him. If he were to describe that feeling with a color, it would be pitch black—so intensely red that it felt pitch black.

Ilay’s gaze, with his eyes narrowed, slowly swept down from Jeong Taeui’s face, which was flushed with heat, to his nape, his chest where his fingertips rested, his stomach, and then his firmly engorged crotch. And then that gaze traced its way back up to his face.

Lick, Ilay licked his lips, as if his mouth was dry. His throat bobbed, as if parched.

“Taei….Untie this.” 

A hoarse, guttural voice brushed his ear like the wind. Clink, the metallic sound followed. The enormous penis between his thighs was hot and slick.

Jeong Taeui almost burst out laughing. For no reason, a sudden surge of pleasantness welled up. At the same time, a chilling dread filled his heart.

“Absolutely not.” 

Jeong Taeui leaned down and lay on top of Ilay again, then, grinning, brought his mouth close to Ilay’s ear and whispered. But even as he smiled, a chill ran down his spine. His instincts sensed danger. The danger of facing a beast whose human facade was slowly peeling away, revealing its true nature beneath.

Yes, he absolutely couldn’t untie him. It wasn’t just because he had played with this man. The moment this man was free, Jeong Taeui would undoubtedly be torn to shreds. Even if he screamed until his throat bled, gasped for breath until he choked, and thrashed until his heart had no strength left to beat, this man would undoubtedly devour him without mercy. From head to toe, leaving not a single trace.

Jeong Taeui closed his mouth. His heart trembled. It was as if he had gone mad, such sadistic exhilaration!

Jeong Taeui laughed. He reached his hand down to his own crotch and gripped Ilay’s penis, which was pressing against his thigh. The flesh, faintly moist at the tip, was screaming to explode at any moment. From its base to its wet tip, he slowly traced it with his index fingernail. The flesh twitched and grew even wetter.

“Taei…! Now, I’m giving you one chance. Calmly release these handcuffs. Then I’ll consider it the impertinent prank of an ignorant fool and let it go. So release this. Otherwise, you’d best give up on the idea of being safe.” 

Ilay’s voice grew even lower. A low, chilling, metallic sound, like metal scraping from the very bottom, mixed in. His heart pounded even faster. It was a rising excitement mixed with unease. Jeong Taeui stroked his penis just once. Lightly enough not to reach climax, but intensely enough to be tantalizingly close to overwhelming pleasure.

“Serves you right, Ilay Riegrow. You’ve lived a life of casually sleeping with people, sometimes satisfying your desires with brute force, and scoffing at emotions. You’ve never experienced a situation like this, where your body’s desires aren’t satisfied, but you’re only used to satisfy someone else’s. —You must be dying of rage, aren’t you? But you bastard, you’re not hurting, are you? I really thought I was going to die that day.” 

As he spoke, memories resurfaced, and he felt a surge of emotion again. Jeong Taeui bit Ilay’s earlobe firmly, as if saying, ‘You bastard, you should hurt a little too.’ Even though he bit quite hard, Ilay didn’t let out a single groan. He merely looked at Jeong Taeui with eyes overflowing with cold fury.

Just then, the wall clock chimed briefly. Jeong Taeui glanced at the clock and realized that he had little time left. His time here was also coming to an end.

Jeong Taeui sighed, looking at his own crotch, which had somehow become aroused.

“Ilay. Sleeping with you wasn’t so bad. But… it was a bit exhausting. You and I have different basic stamina, and we also have different preferred sex styles. So let’s stop playing territory games now. Let’s each find someone else good to play territory games with and play separately. …And finally, let me vent a little. You knew I was a bit petty, didn’t you?” 

As Jeong Taeui whispered this, he picked up a necktie that was casually strewn on the side table. And he tied it around the base of the perfectly swollen flesh. …It still gives him the creeps to look at it. This damn thing, to force such a monstrous thing inside him, he really intended to kill him. I’m lucky I didn’t die. This is almost the size of a fist—no, I shouldn’t think about it.

Jeong Taeui shook his pale face. Then, he suddenly met Ilay’s eyes.

He had a strange expression. It was slightly different from the face filled with growling anger he had just moments ago. It was a displeased yet bewildered, anxious, emotional, yet confused and uncomprehending, unreadable face, as if he had been doused with cold water.

“Finally?” A single word suddenly escaped his lips. At the stunned voice, as if caught off guard, Jeong Taeui gave a bitter smile.

“Yes, finally. Do you think I’d still be here tomorrow, knowing your temper? I’ll be off this island in an hour. I’ll change my identity completely and disappear without a trace. —You won’t be able to catch me and tear me apart again, so you must be very angry, Instructor.”

“What…” 

Jeong Taeui met Ilay’s pitch-black eyes, which were briefly parted but seemed to be speechless, just staring at him. He cupped Ilay’s cheeks and pressed his lips against his. As their hot, thick tongues intertwined, he began to rub his aroused crotch against Ilay’s bound flesh.

Climax came quickly.

Over Ilay’s penis, whose explosive pleasure was blocked, now slick with gradually seeping fluid, Jeong Taeui briefly and quietly gasped, ejaculating several times. A cloudy, sticky fluid dotted the man’s crotch. Jeong Taeui, still pressing his lips against Ilay’s, breathed in short gasps until his trembling body felt drained of strength. Only after his lower body settled did he finally gasp and pull his lips away. Then, with eyes still holding a languid heat, he gave Ilay a faint glance and flinched.

Ilay was looking at Jeong Taeui with indifferent eyes. No, not indifferent. This was definitely, utterly furious. A face where anger had surged to its peak and then frozen.

…This is truly, if I get caught, I’m dead. I might have to choose only remote mountain villages from now on, so we don’t accidentally run into each other.

“Indeed… So, you planned this whole thing from the beginning with the intention of leaving.” 

Ilay murmured lowly. Ha, a laugh that wasn’t a laugh escaped his lips. Jeong Taeui reached out and wiped Ilay’s wet lips with his thumb. Then he wiped his own lips with the back of his hand.

“I know my life is precious too, you know.” Jeong Taeui slowly got up, his body languid. Time was running out. Moreover, instinctively, he felt it would be better to get out of this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

Jeong Taeui picked up a towel and wiped his body, then began to get dressed again. Because he had performed the act without properly undressing, there were wrinkles here and there, but they weren’t too noticeable. He buttoned his shirt, pulled up his pants zipper, buckled his belt, and put on his jacket.

Ilay watched him without blinking, and murmured,

“If you knew your life was precious, you shouldn’t have done something like this in the first place, Jeong Taei.” After brushing off the last bit of dust from his clothes, Jeong Taeui turned to Ilay.

“Right. I’m afraid of the consequences too, but that’s why I’m going to disappear very thoroughly. It’s nothing to boast about, but I’m quite good at running away. —Ah, right, I almost forgot.” 

Jeong Taeui strode towards Ilay. Then, with a broad smile, he mercilessly slapped his cheek with his palm. Thwack, an enormous sound erupted between his palm and cheek, as if the skin might tear.

“That day, I was so furious I thought my teeth would grind to dust. Do you know how utterly disgusted I was to be with you, who showed your face so calmly the next day? Let’s never see each other again, you bastard.” 

Jeong Taeui spoke each word clearly as he put on his shoes. He tapped the floor a couple of times with the perfectly fitting toe of his shoe. Now, he was ready to leave.

Ilay was silent for a while. He expected curses to erupt, but surprisingly, he was unsettlingly quiet. He opened his mouth when Jeong Taeui turned to leave, his footsteps making a distinct sound.

“So, you’re just going to leave like this…?” 

His voice was gloomy. Filled with rage, unable to reach out to the prey in front of him.

Jeong Taeui, who had been heading for the door, stopped as if remembering something he had forgotten. He turned around and approached Ilay. Beneath that cool, icy expression, an urgent anxiety seeped through. Was he wondering how he could find and tear this guy apart if he let him go like this?

Jeong Taeui smiled bitterly. Then he rummaged in his pocket, took out a small bottle, pulled out a tissue, and soaked it thoroughly. The pungent smell of chloroform diffused around them.

“We can’t have any troublesome situations, just in case. Get some good sleep, Instructor.” 

Surely, no matter how inhuman he was, chloroform wouldn’t fail to work. If it did, he’d have to gag him and run away quickly. Honestly, his audacity today was too much, excessively so. If he had miscalculated by even an inch, he would have been sprawled out in a pool of blood by now. …He really needed to run away diligently from now on.

Jeong Taeui covered Ilay’s nose and mouth with a damp tissue. Ilay’s sharp, blade-like gaze never left Jeong Taeui for a moment. Jeong Taeui met those pitch-black eyes with a feeling that was almost nostalgic.

Suddenly, his heart calmed a little, then a pricking thought came to mind. Jeong Taeui had never disliked Ilay, even though he might have felt reluctant or angry towards the man.

“It just occurred to me now,” Jeong Taeui said quietly. It was already past the point where Ilay should have lost consciousness, but he was still looking at Jeong Taeui. However, the focus in his eyes was gradually blurring. Yet, he strained, forcing his eyes open, perhaps desperately so.

“Maybe I liked you more than I thought. So, you know, please understand this much. When you’re hurt by someone you originally liked, you get angrier and your heart aches more, don’t you?… Well then, goodbye, Ilay. It’s been – though I was often angry – pleasant.”

As he spoke, a sense of regret somehow welled up. Bitterness tinged his voice at the end. And just as Jeong Taeui quietly finished speaking, Ilay, who had been glaring menacingly at Jeong Taeui even with his fading, distant gaze, closed his eyes in the scent of chloroform.

*

His guts were good, perhaps too good…

It was too late, but Jeong Taeui regretted it. You never knew what life would throw at you, and what if he accidentally ran into him somewhere? Seriously, what if he was really unlucky, like turning a street corner and bumping right into him?

Unless they were a considerable distance apart, if that guy spotted him, Jeong Taeui wasn’t confident he could escape his grasp. He wasn’t the kind of sloppy person to miss a target once he saw it.

On one hand, he clung to a flimsy hope. Still, at that moment, as a human being, Jeong Taeui had tried to protect Ilay’s pride. He had been about to leave Ilay, who had collapsed from the chloroform, when seeing him in that state felt a bit… off. So, he had only tied his wrists and tidied up the rest of his clothes. (In truth, he tidied him up for whoever might find him, as it would clearly be gruesome if he just left him as he was.)

Of course, for that monstrous guy to be restrained by anyone, even just by the wrists, could be considered humiliating, but wasn’t that still better than nothing?

Jeong Taeui wished that in consideration of his effort to tidy Ilay up, he would either be forgiven completely or perhaps have his punishment adjusted from death to just being half-paralyzed… But there was no way, not with that personality.

“There’s no choice but to not get caught. Just absolutely avoid facing him….” Jeong Taeui murmured to himself without realizing it.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying!”

Suddenly, a loud noise and a gaze made Jeong Taeui briefly look up. Anton, sitting across the table, was raising his index finger and waving it. Excuse me, in my country, that’s called pointing a finger, and it’s considered impolite….

However, he had no intention of explaining cultural differences to a foreigner, and truth be told, Jeong Taeui wasn’t so easily offended by being pointed at. If he had been the type to be so easily offended, he would have died of anger long ago.

“Anyway, I just have to avoid seeing his face! And pull the phone line out of the wall in my room!”

Anton continued speaking, regardless of Jeong Taeui’s thoughts. Jeong Taeui put his thoughts aside for a moment and looked at him. Was this man also being chased?

This house had many guests. Or rather, they were ceaseless. Jeong Taeui had been here for five days, and during that time, he had seen five new faces. That meant guests had changed one or two at a time for all five days. He had thought it when he first met him, but the owner of this house was extremely fond of people. Jeong Taeui also enjoyed meeting and talking with others, but he didn’t invite guests indiscriminately into his home. This man, however, was, shall we say, quite open in that regard.

He wondered if it was alright to be so lacking in a sense of danger, and what if a suspicious person came in, but fortunately, instead of the homeowner, there was a fiercely sharp nanny, like an iron wall. She was an old lady who had been in this house since before the owner was born, raising him and his siblings.

That old lady was now bringing a whole steamed chicken dish from the kitchen, her sharp eyes scanning the room. As if to find out if there was anyone who might harm the owner. She didn’t like Jeong Taeui much. To be precise, she seemed to dislike East Asians. Well, it wasn’t the first time he had seen such a person, nor was it the first time he had experienced it.

“Haha, who are you trying to avoid so desperately?” Jeong Taeui asked, taking a spoonful of his still unfinished soup. Anton said with a playful face.

“Why, the landlord, of course. I’m not giving him any room to tell me to leave the house. Anyway, if I avoid meeting him and avoid his calls, he won’t have any way to contact me, will he?”

Jeong Taeui politely chuckled at his not-so-efficient story and buried his face in his soup bowl. Sometimes there were guys who talked such nonsense.

“Kim, you said you went to the National Library yesterday. Did you see anything interesting?”

As he finished his soup and put down his spoon, the landlord, sitting diagonally, spoke to him. Jeong Taeui turned his gaze to him and thought for a moment, “Ah.”

“I rummaged through a few things, but I don’t remember them well, so I guess there wasn’t anything particularly great.”

When Jeong Taeui shook his head and replied, the landlord smiled calmly.

“If there’s anything specific you’re looking for, feel free to tell me, Kim, and I’ll get it for you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Jeong Taeui smiled and bowed. Then he thought there really is nothing you can’t get used to. Even after changing his name, which he had used for decades, he got used to it in a few days. It was still a little unfamiliar, but at least he no longer stared blankly or failed to answer as if he had heard someone else’s name for the first time.

Jeong Taeui sliced a bit of the chicken dish, moved it to his plate, and gazed at the landlord. Though past forty, he looked ten years younger than his age and was talking with people, his smile never fading.

“…”

Was he lucky, or unlucky?

Jeong Taeui recalled the time he met that man.

It was a rural Austrian village near the Italian-Austrian border. His passing through there was accidental. As soon as he arrived in Europe, he immediately rented a car from Ritz and started driving around. He had told his uncle that he didn’t need to be treated as a special member of UNHRDO, but his uncle had practically forced a bankbook into his hand. It seemed he had guessed that Jeong Taeui wouldn’t use a card since the usage would be obvious. He had even kindly told him that if he wanted to leave no trace, he could withdraw money, circulate it a few times through the Bahamas to launder it, and then use it. After all, he was registered as special security for UNHRDO, so he shouldn’t worry and use it freely, and to contact him if he needed more. It felt a bit strange to say this now, but Uncle, you really do all sorts of things to bring harm to the organization, Jeong Taeui had said with a disgusted look, and his uncle had just laughed.

‘But the benefits I’ve brought to the organization are hundreds, thousands of times more than the harm I’ve caused.’

Saying that, his uncle had loudly told him not to worry and to spend. Since he was giving it anyway, there was no reason to refuse, so Jeong Taeui did as his uncle said. According to his uncle, even money given to beggars could be claimed as expenses, so he thought he might as well travel comfortably. Renting a new car in each continent he visited, and so on.

However, due to the personality he had developed growing up, his body resisted spending money so freely. So, he indulged in the small luxury of renting a car to get around. He got a bit lost, but it was manageable. Then, he had originally intended to go towards Berlin but took a wrong turn and arrived at that village. He decided he should buy a proper map and get familiar with it, so he stayed there for a day, poring over the map. In the process, he grew fond of the village. It was a peaceful and quiet village, with no particular sights, just the kind Jeong Taeui liked. So, he had been staying there for about a week.

Just as he was starting to think it was time to leave, he met that man in a used bookstore. But in fact, that wasn’t the first time. Jeong Taeui realized it as soon as he saw him.

He had seen him before when he went to Hong Kong. He hadn’t met him or been introduced; he had merely seen him. It was probably when he went to meet a weapons broker with Alta. At that time, a man was sitting at the next table. That was the man. He remembered that man, who was neither unusual nor strikingly handsome, for two reasons.

He had a memorable face. Ordinary, but still memorable. Once you paid attention, it was an impression not easily forgotten. Perhaps it was because his gaze was strong even amidst his ordinary features. He didn’t seem to realize it himself, but his gaze when looking at people was intense. It was the kind of eyes that could make a faint-hearted person feel intimidated. And another thing was that at the time, he was looking at something like a blueprint, with messy writing and drawings. This was actually the more unforgettable reason, as Jeong Taeui had seen similar writing and drawings to what he had.

“…”

Now, he understood why he had possessed such things.

Jeong Taeui’s mouth felt a little bitter. Though it was certainly not the food’s fault, he picked up a water glass and rinsed his mouth. The man, contrary to his strong gaze, had a somewhat unexpected personality. His tendency to indiscriminately like people, approaching strangers with a wide smile, was a bit odd, but thinking about his behavior in that used bookstore, Jeong Taeui still chuckled.

He seemed to be on the verge of throwing a tantrum, crying and clinging like a child if he wasn’t given the book he coveted. Jeong Taeui knew how peculiar, interesting, and sometimes troublesome the so-called “maniacs” could be. He didn’t have to look far; wasn’t there one such guy at UNHRDO who would hunt people down over a single gun?

It was precisely when Jeong Taeui had found a rare book he had wanted to see for a long time, and thinking his uncle might also want to see it, he decided to buy it, read it, and then send it to his uncle. That’s when the man’s expression changed, and he lunged forward. Startled by his extraordinary momentum, which flared up as soon as he confirmed the title, Jeong Taeui decided to yield the book. He was a little disappointed, but he thought he should give it to someone who coveted it so much. Besides, who knew? Considering the nature of maniacs—he couldn’t bring himself to speak kindly because of Morer—that man might secretly follow him, coveting the book, and then hit him from behind in some deserted alley, snatch the book, and run away.