Passion Novel - Volume 5 - Chapter 119
However, before Jeong Taeui could properly express his admiration, Ilay climbed onto the bed and sat down. Leaning against the wall, he spread his legs wide, as if to show them off. His crotch, staring directly at Jeong Taeui, was as swollen as Jeong Taeui had felt it earlier.
“It’s fine to eat afterwards. But before that, I need to quench this urgent fire. Come here, Taei. Come to think of it, you said you’d do it orally the other day.”
Ilay beckoned Jeong Taeui with a flick of his finger. Jeong Taeui’s gaze was fixed on his crotch.
Of course, I said that in a moment of urgency, but looking at it again, it’s really…
Ilay’s voice, calling him again, reached Jeong Taeui’s ears as he stared at the flesh with a disgusted expression.
“Taei. Come.”
Jeong Taeui glanced up, meeting Ilay’s cold gaze. Damn it, did something go wrong again to upset this bastard? Jeong Taeui muttered, “Ah, really,” scratching his head. Then, with a sense of resignation, he approached Ilay. Fine, use me as you please. I really, really need to seize an opportunity and make a clean getaway next time.
“Jeong Taei. Don’t think strange thoughts.”
Jeong Taeui was sometimes afraid of this man’s animalistic intuition. The thought that he might be able to see through his mind, a thought too realistic to be dismissed as a joke, made him try his best to empty his mind. However, even without trying, his mind emptied naturally as he sat before him.
Looking at it again, this is… truly a weapon.
Ilay, who had been staring intently at Jeong Taeui, who was still hesitant and disgusted, suddenly grabbed Jeong Taeui’s head and fiercely pressed it down towards his crotch. Without time to even inhale, Jeong Taeui lost his balance and fell forward, his face brushing against the warm, engorged flesh.
“You were terrible before. I hope you do it properly this time. If my desires aren’t properly satisfied, I’ll just shove it into your ass, whether you starve to death or not. Suck it well.”
A faintly sharp voice uttered softly. Jeong Taeui clicked his tongue. Crazy bastard.
Suddenly, a burning sensation surged up inside him.
Jeong Taeui grabbed the bulging flesh in front of his eyes with both hands and muttered roughly, “Don’t you ever say ‘I like you’ or ‘I love you’ again. It’s even more unpleasant to be subjected to this by someone who jokes like that. As you wish, fine, I’ll suck if you tell me to suck, and lick if you tell me to lick.”
As soon as Jeong Taeui uttered those cold words, he took the flesh into his mouth. Damn it. It didn’t even fit properly. No, more than that, he regretted it the moment he put it in his mouth. Even with only the tip barely inside, his throat stretched to its limit, pressing on his windpipe, making it difficult to breathe.
Damn it. What am I supposed to do with this?
Jeong Taeui felt a cold sweat break out, realizing that even with the flesh filling his mouth so completely, it was still less than halfway in. Should I lick it instead of just holding it in my mouth? Jeong Taeui, unsure of what to do with only the tip in his mouth, glanced up at Ilay. Then, he frowned.
This is the worst. That cold, expressionless face staring down at Jeong Taeui clearly showed a terribly twisted mood.
I’m the one who should be twisted, why are you… he thought indignantly, but before he could finish, Ilay’s hand reached out. One hand grabbed Jeong Taeui’s head and pressed down firmly. A choked gasp mixed with a groan burst from his mouth, only to be muffled by the flesh.
“Suck if I tell you to suck, lick if I tell you to lick? Well said, Jeong Taei. Suck and lick. You’ll be dealing with this every day from now on, so you’d better remember it properly. If you spill even a drop of what I cum today, you’ll truly see hell, so you’d better swallow it diligently.”
He wanted to retort, What hell is left for me to see? but his mouth was blocked, so he couldn’t speak. As his head was grabbed and shaken, the massive flesh plunged deeper into his throat. It hit his uvula hard, making him gag.
But even that was beyond his control.
He was suffocating, gagging. He struggled instinctively, but the strong hand gripping his head didn’t budge. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but Jeong Taeui didn’t even realize it himself.
“What’s wrong? Can’t your mouth move? Does this mouth only move well when it’s spouting arrogant words?” Ilay’s rough voice seemed to come from a distance.
It was then.
A knock on the door. “Excuse me for a moment,” Gable’s voice came from beyond the door.
Jeong Taeui’s thoughts stopped for a moment. For a very brief instant, the hand pressing down on Jeong Taeui’s head also seemed to pause. But then, as if nothing had happened, that hand shook Jeong Taeui’s head again, and the flesh filling his mouth plunged even deeper. Jeong Taeui thrashed wildly. It was an almost unconscious movement. More accurately, bewilderment filled his mind, leaving no room for other thoughts.
However, Ilay’s grip on Jeong Taeui did not loosen, and with a click, the door opened.
Silence fell. Jeong Taeui froze, unmoving. Only Ilay’s hips, thrusting into Jeong Taeui’s mouth, moved slightly.
Above Jeong Taeui, whose mind had gone blank, Ilay’s cold voice could be heard.
“Is it urgent?”
Then, after a brief pause, a calm voice, equally undisturbed, followed.
“Not urgent. I’ll be downstairs, so please come down when you’re done.”
And then, with another click, the door closed.
That was all. The brief external interruption ended there. Gable hadn’t said anything to Jeong Taeui, nor had he given him a fierce or contemptuous look. It was just a calm, ordinary voice, as if nothing had happened. He would probably treat Jeong Taeui with the same indifferent expression when they met again later.
But.
“…”
Jeong Taeui barely swallowed the groan rising in his chest. No, even if he tried to groan, it would have been impossible, blocked by the flesh in his mouth.
He was incredibly upset. No, “upset” was a bit off. He felt wretched and pained, as if his entire body was being torn into pieces. It was a sensation he had never felt before. Only belatedly did Jeong Taeui realize that this was the feeling of his pride being wounded.
It wasn’t a grand pride. He had lived without ever consciously thinking he possessed such a thing. He had never consciously considered that there was an ego within him that absolutely had to be protected. It had always been naturally there.
But now.
This sight of himself, crouched like an animal, his head forcibly held down, with another man’s crotch in his mouth, was utterly miserable.
“…”
Suddenly, Ilay’s gaze fell from above. But Jeong Taeui didn’t even feel that gaze. The single tear that unconsciously welled up in the corner of his eye wasn’t because he was suffocating or his mouth hurt.
In that terrible feeling of self-pity, Jeong Taeui couldn’t move a single finger. How negative and wretched that feeling was.
“…Taei.”
A voice, slightly lower than usual, was heard. But Jeong Taeui remained motionless, as if he hadn’t heard it.
“Taei. …Taei!”
His name was called two or three more times, with a faint hint of impatience in the voice. Jeong Taeui quietly lifted his gaze. Their eyes met. Ilay was looking down at Jeong Taeui with a very strange expression. It was a face he had never seen before. He couldn’t even tell what kind of expression it was.
However, it might have been the same for Jeong Taeui. Ilay suddenly contorted his face and clicked his tongue. Then, he released the hand that had been pressing Jeong Taeui’s head and roughly pushed Jeong Taeui away. Jeong Taeui almost tumbled off the bed onto the floor, but Ilay quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“…”
Jeong Taeui, still in a state of utter devastation, silently lowered his gaze. The formidable object, still erect, was visible before him. But only for a moment, Ilay abruptly stood up and left the bed.
Walking silently towards the bathroom, he suddenly stopped at the doorway, then let out a single cry, as if he couldn’t bear the surging anger. After shouting loud enough to shake the entire room, he muttered something rough in German and entered the bathroom. He continued to spew what sounded like curses, and he didn’t emerge from the bathroom for a while.
Why is he shouting and making a fuss? I’m the one who should be shouting and angry.
Jeong Taeui thought gloomily. But he wasn’t even angry. His consciousness was too steeped in gloom to feel anger. Hugging his knees mournfully, Jeong Taeui sat still, silently watching Ilay’s retreating back as he entered the bathroom.
Ilay was standing in front of the toilet. Unbelievably, he was relieving himself. Muttering rough curses—and perhaps, it was just his imagination, but Jeong Taeui’s name seemed to be mixed in with the incomprehensible German—he roughly stroked himself below. Then, at some point, he stopped his hand. The sound of water dripping into the toilet echoed intermittently, for quite a while.
When Ilay emerged from the bathroom, his expression was fierce. It wasn’t his usual indifferent face. His eyes were sharply honed, like blue blades. As he casually pulled on his trousers, he suddenly glared at Jeong Taeui. No, not glared. He stared. With eyes as blue as glass.
Jeong Taeui had seen those eyes before. Shall I kill him? That was what those eyes thought.
They weren’t human eyes. They weren’t eyes that looked at a person. They were the eyes of a killer looking at a victim.
“…Yes, then all the complicated and troublesome things will end.”
He muttered softly. Those bluish, blade-like black eyes gleamed with a burning intensity, staring at Jeong Taeui.
Will he really kill me? Will he kill me?
How long had it been? The murderous intent, so strong it was difficult to breathe, pricked his skin. A few seconds, or perhaps a few minutes. At some point, Ilay took a step towards Jeong Taeui, then stopped. His expression twisted fiercely again.
“…Damn it.”
He muttered a low curse, then turned and strode out of the room. Only the rough sound of the door slamming shut remained behind.
Jeong Taeui, who had been silently staring at the door, sat there like a lost doll for a long time, then, as if it were any other day, let out a deep sigh.
“Damn it… That’s what I should be saying. All my good mood just flew away…”
“Useless bastard,” Jeong Taeui muttered, getting up from the bed. Then, he suddenly touched the corners of his eyes. They were already dry and crisp. Earlier, he had been so indignant and miserable that tears had just welled up.
Jeong Taeui muttered, “Let the bugs come in if they want,” and opened the screen again. Then, he climbed onto the windowsill. The dim garden stretched out below him. He sighed deeply, as if the ground were sinking.
It was difficult. It was even harder than when he used to follow Ilay around at UNHRDO, where he would turn people into bloody messes every other day. At least back then, there was consistency. He could guess how Ilay would react in any given situation. But now, his emotional fluctuations were completely unpredictable.
“…Still, did that beastly man feel a little embarrassed…? No, he’s not the type.”
Jeong Taeui rubbed his still-aching jaw and stroked his hoarse throat. He didn’t know what whim had suddenly made Ilay stop and leave.
But even so.
“…Ah… Still, I can’t forgive him. I can’t forgive him.”
Jeong Taeui muttered with a sigh. This man had upset him countless times, but this, too, was unforgivable. He should at least leave a person some room to maintain their minimal pride.
“How am I going to face Gable…?”
Of course, Gable would probably act as if nothing had happened, and Jeong Taeui would pretend to be fine too, but the lingering awkwardness in his heart wouldn’t disappear.
Jeong Taeui frowned, frantically pulling at his hair.
“Ah, I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know…”
After all, this wasn’t the first time he had been seen in such an embarrassing state—though not quite this explicit. What was there to be awkward about now?
In fact, his pride wasn’t wounded because of Gable. It was wounded because of Ilay, the man who had crushed him to the ground in that situation, and because of how that man treated him.
“Indeed… Yes, this is how you want me to suffer while I’m next to you.”
Jeong Taeui muttered bitterly. The hand that had been clutching his hair relaxed.
“Ugh, I don’t know…” Jeong Taeui muttered weakly once more, then let his gaze fall back to the garden.
It was then. He felt a gaze fixed on his cheek.
“…”
Jeong Taeui turned his head. It was outside the stone wall. Somewhere beyond the wall, someone was looking at him. But Jeong Taeui saw nothing where he looked. Only the corner of the alley, shrouded in darkness. The place where that Black boy had stood earlier.
“…Who’s there?”
No one was visible, but Jeong Taeui spoke. His voice was quiet, not raised, yet it passed through the silent garden and reached outside. No answer came back.
Jeong Taeui opened his mouth to say something again. But then, a knock on the door came from behind him.
“Excuse me,” a high-pitched voice said from beyond the door. Jeong Taeui got off the windowsill and replied, “Ah, yes.” The door creaked open a few inches, and the proprietress he had seen earlier poked her head through the gap.
“Aren’t you hungry? I’ve prepared something to eat, so please come down to the dining room.”
“Huh? Oh, yes. Thank you.”
Jeong Taeui smiled awkwardly and nodded. The proprietress smiled brightly, then closed the door and left.
Hearing that, the hunger he had forgotten suddenly returned. Jeong Taeui briefly looked out the open window, then, muttering, “What the heck,” scratched his head and turned to walk away.
As he went downstairs, he thought it would be quite uncomfortable to face Gable and Ilay at dinner in the dining room. However, they had gone into Gable’s room, saying they had something to discuss, and did not appear until Jeong Taeui had finished his meal, cleared the fruit plate that came as dessert, patted his full stomach, and returned to the second floor.
He opened his eyes. Letting out a languid breath, he faintly opened his eyes to see unfamiliar ceiling wallpaper. Before he could fully form the question, Where am I? Jeong Taeui immediately remembered where he was lying.
Ah. Yes. It was Seringe.
When moving to a new place, it takes a few days to get used to the unfamiliarity. He usually realized this when he woke up in the morning, emerging from unconsciousness.
I’ll probably wake up with this strange feeling for the next three or four days, he thought, shifting his body. Before he could close his eyes again, something came into view, and he flinched, his eyes snapping open.
“…!!”
It was fortunate that his tongue froze for a moment. He almost let out an involuntary shriek.
Jeong Taeui blinked, his heart first dropping, then pounding wildly, as he stroked his chest. Right in front of him, a face lay neatly asleep with eyes closed. It was a familiar face. Not a face so terrible as to make him lose his mind. He had seen it up close many times before. So, encountering that face unexpectedly shouldn’t have been so startling. Yet, he jumped with surprise.
When waking up and opening his eyes, seeing a murderous beast’s gaping red maw right in front of his nose might be less surprising than seeing his uvula. This was different.
Jeong Taeui fumbled for the water glass on his bedside table. After three or four sips of water, his heart finally calmed down a bit. He was wide awake. It was no wonder he was awake, seeing that face first thing in the morning.
Jeong Taeui put down the water glass and stared at the face with complex emotions.
“…”
He couldn’t understand. Clearly, when Jeong Taeui went to bed last night, he was alone, occupying the bed comfortably. Of course. It was his room. But when he opened his eyes, there was someone lying next to him.
I’m quite a light sleeper, though not as much as this guy… How did he sneak into my bed without me noticing? More importantly, why did he squeeze in here when he has his own spacious bed?
Jeong Taeui stared at the face for a while, then slowly got up. Sleep had completely vanished. With a hazy mind where thoughts weren’t properly flowing, Jeong Taeui alternated between looking at the ceiling wallpaper and the man lying beside him. Then, he slowly retraced his memories. And then, he remembered.
Yes, he remembered. The grudge that had accumulated yesterday. The ruthlessness that had left him in such a miserable state, regardless of who entered, flashed into his mind, and the forgotten grudge was fully recalled.
In the end, he hadn’t seen Ilay, who had left the room yesterday. Of course, he hadn’t seen him at dinner, and Jeong Taeui hadn’t gone to Ilay’s room, nor had Ilay come to his, so naturally, he hadn’t seen him.
Ultimately, Jeong Taeui, who always got tired of being angry at others and would just give up, muttered “Ugh” and simply forgot about it and went to bed.
And, the face he saw the moment he opened his eyes.
“…”
Jeong Taeui, with his tousled hair, stared down at the man. Now that he remembered, should he rekindle yesterday’s grudge?
He scratched his head, thinking that, but the grudge, once it had fizzled out, didn’t burn as vividly as it had yesterday. Yeah. After all, you only hold a grudge against someone who’s human, not someone of a completely different species.
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