Passion Novel - Volume 5 - Chapter 115

“Hey, don’t touch me, I don’t know, you said you’d recognize it on your own, I never said I would! Don’t touch me! Why am I yours! Whose decision was it that I’m yours?!”

“Well, I’ve thought about that too, but I always come to the conclusion that you’re mine, and I have a rough guess as to why, but I’m not certain. There’s no past evidence to judge whether it’s right or wrong…”

Ilay clicked his tongue. The delicate movement of his tongue, lightly biting his earlobe, was ticklish. Jeong Taeui suddenly grabbed Ilay’s shoulder reflexively. And pushed him away fiercely. The body, which seemed to push back slightly and move away, however, soon remained as still as a rock.

Ha, a hollow laugh was heard. Ilay, who glanced at Jeong Taeui’s hand fiercely pushing his shoulder, shifted his gaze to Jeong Taeui as if looking at a mischievous child.

“Jeong Taei. Let go of this hand.”

Jeong Taeui merely glared intently at Ilay, who spoke in a low voice. His hand, propping up Ilay’s shoulder like a support while lying on the bed—or more precisely, pushing him away—didn’t move.

“Let go. Don’t make me say it twice.”

His voice dropped a little lower. Jeong Taeui hesitated for a moment. It seemed wiser to wisely say, “Yes!” and quickly withdraw his hand, but then his situation would be too pathetic. Not that it could get any more pathetic.

Ilay, realizing that Jeong Taeui was just frowning and glaring, showing no sign of moving his hand after a brief hesitation, let out a short sigh.

“When you sometimes do foolish things, this is one of those times. …Well, it doesn’t matter to me. The fun of breaking that foolishness isn’t bad either.”

It was simultaneous with the end of those slow, muttering words.

A strong, fierce hand, unfitting its beautiful appearance, gripped Jeong Taeui’s crotch. His penis and the testicles below were completely held in one hand, at the root. With a strong, merciless grip, tightly.

“Ah! —!”

He inhaled sharply. Stars exploded before his eyes. His vision truly went black in an instant, then flashed, and sparks scattered everywhere. He didn’t even know when his hand had fallen from Ilay’s shoulder. Jeong Taeui, his face pale, was clutching Ilay’s arm, digging his fingernails in.

“Let go, let go… please… —Please, let go of my hand…”

Yes, I was wrong. You damn bastard, you utterly cowardly son of a bitch. So let go of my hand, you scoundrel!

It was commendable that he managed to distinguish between what could be said and what shouldn’t be said, both in his mind and out loud. Jeong Taeui whispered in a dazed state. His vision continued to flash.

However, this bastard, who was so bad he couldn’t even be flayed to satisfaction, might truly intend to cripple Jeong Taeui’s lower body. Whether Jeong Taeui swallowed his breath and desperately pleaded or not, he shook the hand gripping his crotch two or three times violently, as if tearing it, as if he couldn’t hear his voice at all.

Jeong Taeui passed out. It was probably only for about 3 or 4 seconds, but his consciousness instantly vanished. However, the reason his consciousness returned was also because of the pain of being gripped and shaken below.

“Let go… I let go of your shoulder, I let go, you bastard, so you let go of my hand, too…!”

Jeong Taeui muttered intermittently, thinking in his dazed state that he might never be able to function as a man again. Ilay, who hadn’t pretended to hear anything Jeong Taeui said until then, suddenly loosened his grip slightly. Even so, it was only a change from pressing down with a whole house to pressing down with a boulder, but that slight difference allowed Jeong Taeui to finally catch his breath.

His eyes were wet. He opened his hazy eyes and saw Ilay looking down at him right in front.

“Taei. Your hand.”

He said briefly. Jeong Taeui, in a dazed state, stared blankly at his own hand. He had unconsciously been clutching Ilay’s arm. Jeong Taeui finally realized his own hand, trembling as it gripped Ilay’s forearm to try and remove his hand from his crotch. He quickly let go of that hand.

“There, I let go. I let go. So you let go too…”

“Wrap it around my neck.”

“What?”

“My neck. Hug me. With your arms.”

Jeong Taeui didn’t understand his words for a moment. No, he understood them briefly, but he suspected that he was in so much pain that his head was a little messed up. His neck? Choke his neck…? No, he couldn’t have said that, did he just say to hug his neck?

Jeong Taeui, half-dazed with cold sweat, stared blankly at him. An indifferent face looked down at him from above. But as he blinked a few times and tried to tilt his head, the hand gripping his crotch began to tighten. It was almost a complete panic. Jeong Taeui shivered and frantically hugged Ilay’s neck. Damn it, alright, I’ll do as you say. Very, very tightly.

Jeong Taeui fiercely hugged him, as if to choke his neck. The hot sensation transferred directly from their touching skin. Holding his neck and shoulders, which filled his arms reassuringly, Jeong Taeui whispered against Ilay’s neck, which was right in front of his lips,

“That’s enough. Please let go… I really feel like I’m going to die from the pain. You’re a man, you should know.”

The unspoken words, you damn bastard, were swallowed.

However, if he let go now, he wouldn’t be a madman.

Ilay, who had been silently still for a moment, suddenly tightened his grip even more.

“Agh! Ugh… Mom…”

Finally, a scream burst from his mouth. Physiological tears welled up in his eyes. A screw had finally come loose in his head.

“You damn bastard! What’s your problem, what?! I did what you told me to! You cursed bastard, are you trying to make me impotent, you filthy, despicable jerk! Let go of my hand, let go! Please, please!!! …Please just let go…”

Jeong Taeui, who had been cursing like crazy, ended his words with a plea, yet he diligently held Ilay’s neck tightly. In fact, he was too dazed to even loosen his arms. Just then, a low chuckle was heard near his ear.

“Jeong Taei, it seems you’re really in pain. Your liver’s out of your stomach.”

“Wouldn’t you be in pain, you crazy bastard…?”

“Stay still. Don’t loosen your arms. …Right. Then one more thing. Say it with your own mouth.”

“What? Say what?”

Jeong Taeui, muttering with a tearful voice, was more than willing to say whatever this devil-like man in front of him told him to. Whether it was, Master, please save me, or I am the biggest fool in the world, he had no time to worry about pride or anything else.

However, the words that came from Ilay’s mouth were something he had not expected at all.

“That you won’t meet him.”

“What…?”

“That kid. Ling Xinlu. Say you won’t meet him and won’t even think about meeting him.”

Jeong Taeui was speechless for a moment.

It was a completely unexpected demand, and also, it was something Jeong Taeui couldn’t answer.

Not meet Xinlu?

That was a matter beyond Jeong Taeui’s will. Regardless of whether he liked it or not, Jeong Taeui had to meet him someday. Even if he had nothing to say or no business, it was a minimum obligation. As Jeong Taeui hesitated, unable to speak, a merciless grip immediately pressed into his crotch. Cold sweat profusely beaded on his spine and forehead.

“Agh! Ugh, ugh, —Agh…!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—!!”

“If you insist on meeting him that much, then I’ll just crush him so you can’t use him.”

“Use him for what—Please, please… —…I, I won’t go first… I won’t seek him out first, will that do?”

“Don’t meet him even if he comes looking for you.”

“—How can I do that?!”

Jeong Taeui blurted out. He was so wronged and furious that tears streamed down his face. It was such a difficult problem to make this monster understand human emotions that he cried.

“You too, if you were born human, think about it! No matter how it turned out, I caused him trouble, and he practically quit his excellent job because of me. And you’re telling me to pretend I didn’t see any of that? How can a human do that?!”

Jeong Taeui desperately hugged Ilay’s neck, as if to choke him, with the intention of making him experience suffocation. He shouted at his neck, shedding silent tears of blood. It would be better to shout at a wall; to appeal for humanity to this inhuman monster.

“…”

However, Jeong Taeui, half-dazed with pain, was sobbing and hiccuping, so he didn’t realize for a while that the hand crushing his crotch had let go.

“Good. You said you wouldn’t seek him out first, clearly. Taei. You’ll remember that, won’t you?”

A low, gentle voice whispered in his ear. Jeong Taeui nodded unconditionally. His breath hitched. His hiccups wouldn’t stop. It was truly agonizing. He only then realized that the pain in his crotch had disappeared, but the numb, tingling sensation remained. Seriously wondering in a corner of his mind if it was truly crippled, Jeong Taeui hiccuped, hiccup, hiccup, against Ilay’s neck, which he was still holding tightly.

Alright, that’s enough for now, Ilay’s muttered words were faintly heard. The hand stroking Jeong Taeui’s back, who was clinging to him like a koala, felt somehow gentler than usual. Damn it. Give me the disease and then the cure.

“…Is that kid that good?”

Suddenly, Ilay, who had been silently stroking Jeong Taeui’s back for a while, asked in a low voice. Jeong Taeui hiccuped, hiccup, a loud hiccup like someone caught stealing, then fell silent.

“What’s so good about him?”

He asked again. Jeong Taeui still said nothing.

What’s so good about him? He thought about it. He liked his large, deer-like eyes, and his cherry-like lips that smiled gently. He also liked his shy expression and his voice calling out, “Taei hyung.” Could there be another child so cute? He fully understood why Elder Ling, whatever his name was, cherished him so much.

But.

Jeong Taeui continued to hiccup, staring blankly at Ilay’s back. Why do you ask such things when you won’t understand or accept it anyway?

Jeong Taeui grumbled inwardly. Ilay was silent for a moment, but he didn’t seem to be trying to get an answer from Jeong Taeui.

“Jeong Taeui. You’re mine. Understand? You’re mine.”

He said slowly, with clear pronunciation that pierced his ear. As if he didn’t expect an answer to that either, the hand stroking his back slowly moved down to his waist. And then to his buttocks.

Jeong Taeui flinched, his body recoiling. It was a very subtle movement, but Ilay, who was clinging to Jeong Taeui, couldn’t have failed to notice. The hand stroking Jeong Taeui’s buttocks tightened slightly.

“It’s okay. We’ve done it before. Why are you so tense? Relax.”

“…Do you really have to put it in…?”

He no longer wished for him not to do it at all, or to just play around. He would be grateful if he just didn’t penetrate. Moreover, Jeong Taeui’s penis was still—and probably for a while longer—numb and had no sensation, and it wasn’t erect at all.

Thinking about it, a frustrating question also arose.

Why me?

No, he understood him tormenting him. Yes, he had given that guy a taste of his own medicine for the first time in his life and run away, and he was grateful that this crazy temper hadn’t killed him. But why did the torment have to be sex? If one thought normally, sex should be enjoyed happily with some beautiful woman—this guy, with his diamond spoon, could easily have any beauty you’d see in a movie—and hateful, annoying people should be beaten or exploited, or locked up in some back room forever. But what the hell was this—

Then Jeong Taeui suddenly recalled words from a distant memory.

—Jeong Taei. …I never expected it, but you’re an amazing bottom. So wonderfully tight, I thought I was going to be swallowed whole. To be like that even while crying in pain, I wonder what kind of object you’ll become once you get used to it; just thinking about it makes me ache…

“…”

Is my body that amazing?

Jeong Taeui thought quite seriously about words he would never, ever utter aloud even if he were beaten to death. Jeong Taeui himself couldn’t have sex with himself, so he couldn’t know.

Jeong Taeui squinted suspiciously at Ilay. He still had his neck hugged, so he couldn’t see his face. Meanwhile, one finger, pushing through the folds of Jeong Taeui’s buttocks, was widening the inside. Ugh, a sharp groan escaped Jeong Taeui’s lips involuntarily. Damn it. He’s really going to put it in.

His face drained of color. No matter how many times he had experienced it, and even though he knew he wouldn’t die, an instinctive fear slowly crept up. No, it was even more chilling because he had experienced it.

“Hey… do you really have to put it in…? Let’s just use our hands. I’ll do it for you. I can do it really well.”

Jeong Taeui quickly said, anxious. But only a snort came back.

“Are you playing children’s games? Relax your butt. Blame your body for getting tight again after just a few days of not being used. It tastes very good, but this tight isn’t my preference. I prefer it moderately loose and firm… Well, it’s vacation for a while, so let’s take our time and make it a hole that fits my thing perfectly.”

A perfect hole, what the hell is he talking about— Jeong Taeui, who was about to jump up at the embarrassing words, suddenly realized something in his remark.

“What did you just say?”

“Hmm? I said I’d make it fit perfectly. That I’d make it so you can’t come unless it’s my thing.”

“Can’t come unless it’s your thing! …No, damn it, not that, but, vacation?”

Jeong Taeui, who had blurted out, then shook his head and asked again, and Ilay raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

“Ah, yes. It was a bit difficult to get out, but thanks to that, I handled urgent matters, sleeping less than twenty hours total over the past week, so I’m quite tired now. So don’t look so pale. I intend to finish quickly.”

“Oh, right. That’s good news, but… no, no, wait, vacation?”

Vacation, he thought. It wasn’t a word someone who had gone on unauthorized leave and practically hijacked a private jet, and who would have no right to complain even if he had to write a mountain of disciplinary reports and be locked up in a detention facility for several months, should be uttering.

Jeong Taeui stared intently at Ilay.

“Vacation, how—”

“I took sick leave. My body has been quite frail lately, so it’s a long-term leave for 5 weeks.”

At that calm, muttering reply, Jeong Taeui was truly speechless this time.

“My body… quite… frail…”

Repeating those incomprehensible words one by one, Jeong Taeui released the arms that had been wrapped around Ilay’s neck and pulled back slightly to stare blankly at his face. He stared intently at Ilay’s face, which claimed to be frail, then slowly lowered his gaze. There was a strong, firm body, no different from when he had seen it before. And below that, his menacingly erect center, exactly as he remembered.

“You’re not sick, are you…?”

Jeong Taeui asked suspiciously. Ilay raised an eyebrow. Then he chuckled. That chuckle was his answer.

This con artist. Sick leave, what sick leave? And the branch that approves such an excuse. Sick leave for a guy who can wrestle a cow bare-handed? A passing goldfish would laugh.

Jeong Taeui looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. Just then, another finger slipped into his body. Ugh, Jeong Taeui instinctively groaned and flinched, and Ilay whispered into his ear,

“I told you to hold my arm properly, didn’t I?”

Simultaneously with those words, the heavy pressure of his palm on his crotch made Jeong Taeui quickly hug Ilay’s neck tightly. A low chuckle was heard. He thought his lips might have brushed his earlobe, but he wasn’t sure.

Vacation. Vacation, huh. Five weeks. Was he going to have to deal with this madman for five weeks?

Jeong Taeui’s vision went black. Moreover, the ominous words this guy had just spouted still bothered him.

“Oh.”

Another finger slipped in. The finger slowly squirmed and penetrated his body, stroking his insides as if it were alive. Shivers ran down his spine.

It was okay. Uncomfortable, but not exactly painful. This much was tolerable. Only this much, though. But then.

The moment the hand, which had been stretching him so hard it hurt with squelching sounds, finally pulled out, Jeong Taeui felt a faint fear before relief. His arms instinctively tightened around Ilay’s neck.

“I told you to relax.”

The voice clicked its tongue, and then, a warm mass pressed against the spot where the finger had just been. He flinched, shrinking back reflexively. He tried to close his thighs, but Ilay’s body was already firmly positioned between his legs.

He felt two hands grip his buttocks, pulling them wide apart, and then that heavy mass pressed against him again.

“W-wait, just a moment! How about… no, let’s do it by mouth! By mouth!”

Jeong Taeui cried out without realizing it. After shouting, he somewhat regretted it, recalling past memories of his throat being stretched wide open, but he still thought it would be better than his ass. At least if it was by mouth, he wouldn’t have to waddle around afterwards.

Ilay’s movements ceased. He paused, his erection still pressed against Jeong Taeui, just before thrusting. After a few seconds, his voice broke the silence.

“…You must really be struggling.”

“I am! I’m struggling a lot!” Jeong Taeui quickly replied.

Ilay fell silent again. Jeong Taeui couldn’t see his expression, his face buried in Ilay’s neck. He tensed, resolved to end things today if Ilay still tried to go through with it after all he’d said.

“…What are you going to do from now on? Avoiding it today won’t solve anything.”

“From now…”

The moment he heard that, Jeong Taeui made up his mind: he had to escape from this man, no matter what. It was no longer a matter of resentment. It was a matter of survival.

Suddenly, Ilay patted Jeong Taeui’s arm wrapped around his neck. Jeong Taeui loosened his grip, and Ilay pulled away, looking down at him intently. His gaze, lost in thought, was unsettling.

“For crying out loud… I’ve certainly done all sorts of things in my life.”

A faint murmur, mixed with a click of his tongue, reached Jeong Taeui’s ears. However, despite the harsh tone, Ilay’s expression wasn’t dangerous at all. Instead—and perhaps he didn’t even realize it himself—the corners of his lips curved upward in amusement.

Jeong Taeui raised an eyebrow in confusion. All sorts of things? What sort of things…? But before he could even ask.

Ilay grabbed Jeong Taeui’s knees and pushed them forward. His body bent, his waist lifting into the air. Jeong Taeui gasped. What had penetrated between his legs was a small, wet mass of flesh. Ilay had buried his face in Jeong Taeui’s groin, as if to lick every inch of his insides.

“Il—! Hey, wait, that, ugh—!”

Like a mollusk, a tongue squirmed its way inside. It was a completely different sensation from fingers or a penis. There was no pressure or discomfort, but the sensation sent shivers down his spine, making Jeong Taeui twist violently. He tried to pull away, but large hands, pressing down on his knees and gripping his buttocks, held him captive.

“No, I meant by mouth, but your mouth, not m—!”

Jeong Taeui struggled and cried out, but Ilay didn’t respond. Ilay, who couldn’t possibly have misunderstood, began to insert his fingers along with his tongue. Then, he glanced at Jeong Taeui, his eyes smiling.

“Your mouth later. I definitely need to insert it today. I absolutely have to ram it in and cum inside you. But you’re so pale, you look pitiful, so I’ll loosen you up thoroughly before I put it in. Be grateful and just relax.”

The words, muttered against his private parts, penetrated his ears. Sticky, squelching sounds followed, vividly audible.