Passion Novel - Volume 6 - Chapter 148

Jeong Taeui, barely coherent enough to try and remove the glove from his mouth, was stopped when Ilay, who had just come out of the bathroom, shoved the glove back in and then tore a long strip from a towel he’d brought from the bathroom to tie over it.

“Jeong Taei. You don’t need to speak.” Ilay’s voice cut him off sharply. That slow, leisurely, familiar voice, however, was chilling enough to make his heart tremble throughout.

“No, it’s troublesome if you speak. No matter what you say, whether you cry, beg, plead, …or even get angry, I don’t have ears to listen right now. But if you were to beg, I might suddenly develop such ears. And I don’t particularly want to.”

I won’t listen to anything you say, he stated, and white teeth showed through his twisted lips. Jeong Taeui knew how sharp and even those teeth were. Enough to tear a person limb from limb.

“M-mph—! M-m-mph—!!”

No, that’s not it! Damn it, just listen to me first! Jeong Taeui screamed madly. But the sound was trapped in his mouth and went back down his throat.

As Jeong Taeui screamed in unintelligible sounds, Ilay, beside him, easily tied Jeong Taeui’s wrists behind his back with a half-damp towel. Then he flipped him over onto the bed, gave a dry laugh, and lightly patted Jeong Taeui’s buttocks.

Something surged up from deep within his chest. It was a light, unrestrained hand, as if it had found a toy to play with. But at the same time, as clear as the surging anger, was a chilling sense of frustration. And as much as that frustration, a terrifying fear. This madman, who showed Jeong Taeui no consideration or kindness, and the bizarre scene he created, led to a chilling conclusion in Jeong Taeui’s heart.

…Could I really die? No, maybe I really would die. Regardless of this man’s intentions.

Beside Jeong Taeui, who was pale with fear and screaming futile, inaudible sounds, the man threw off his shirt, then his pants on top of it. When his underwear was also piled on top, he stood naked.

Though he had seen that body enough times to memorize it, now, completely unfamiliar fear and bewilderment seized Jeong Taeui. He thrashed, trying to get away from him, pushing the bedsheets with his knees, crawling deeper into the bed. He knew instinctively. This man was going to kill him now. No, at the very least, he wouldn’t care whether he died or not.

Even though he crawled miserably, the bed soon ended. The inner side was a wall. But before Jeong Taeui could even reach the wall, a strong hand grabbed his ankle first.

“—!!” The hand pulled him without hesitation, as if it might rip out his ankle joint. His knees slipped, and he fell face down on the bed, his shoulder hitting the mattress. Whoosh, the soft mattress that received his body didn’t hurt, but the impact of his entire body weight caused a dull shock.

A heavy pressure settled on Jeong Taeui’s back as he lay face down on the bed. Though it was just one hand, Jeong Taeui couldn’t move. He tried to thrash wildly, but he couldn’t budge, as if a thousand-pound boulder were on him.

I told you to listen to me, you crazy bastard! Why won’t you listen?! Jeong Taeui fumed internally, turning his head, which was pressed into the sheets. His face was visible at a diagonal angle. A faint smile hovered on his face, which was a mixture of icy coldness and burning heat.

His eyes met Jeong Taeui’s, who was desperately looking at him. But the eyes, which seemed to widen slightly, soon took on a narrow smile. It wasn’t a smile. It was madness.

“Taei. …Taei. I told you. Don’t even think about running away a second time.” Ilay said in a low voice. It was a terrifyingly gentle voice that brushed against his ear.

Jeong Taeui shook his head frantically. If only he could rub against the sheet and loosen the cloth gagging his mouth, but the cloth stuffing his mouth prevented even groans from fully escaping.

I told you I’d be right back! Of course, you couldn’t have heard it while speeding away on a motorcycle, but I’m still on my way to you right now! Just listen to me!

Tears welled up in Jeong Taeui’s eyes from frustration as he shook his head until his neck hurt. Then Ilay stroked his head. Licking his earlobe, he whispered as if comforting him.

“I know. Yes. You being trapped in Al Saud’s villa in Seringe wasn’t your will, of course. I know that much. I can fully understand. But listen.”

Ilay’s voice lowered. The next moment, Jeong Taeui swallowed a gasp. His vision went white with heat. His ear hurt. It was painful and hot. Only a moment later did Jeong Taeui realize that he had bitten his ear. Drops of blood fell onto the sheet as if the thin skin of his ear had been torn.

“But the fact that you immediately ran away with that little kid as soon as the villa was breached, I simply cannot comprehend that.”

Jeong Taeui shook his head. His ear was terribly hot and throbbing. But what was even more unbearable than his ear was that chilling voice. A voice that wouldn’t be strange at all even if it killed Jeong Taeui then and there.

That voice was no longer smiling. It completely revealed a vicious killing intent and clearly contained rough anger.

“Taei. I’ve been thinking what should I do when I find you? I kept thinking. I really thought of many things. All the way here, not for a single moment did I stop thinking about you. What on earth should I do? After all, the easiest thing is just to kill you and swallow you whole—”

Every time his tongue touched his bitten ear, it burned. The tongue meticulously licked up the drops of blood that flowed from his earlobe down his cheek. With a low chuckle, his tongue touched his ear.

“If I chew and swallow you whole, leaving not a bone or a piece of flesh, then you can’t run away and you’ll be completely mine. Ah—that was a very tempting thought. Should I really do that? …I thought that until exactly 10 minutes ago. Yes, until the moment I got out of the taxi.”

The voice, laced with laughter, continuously pierced his ear. He felt like he was going insane. His head felt like it was spinning from terror.

It wasn’t the fear of death. It was more like the fear of pain, or perhaps the fear of fear itself. He hadn’t realized how terrifying it was not to know what lay ahead, even an inch away. He couldn’t predict anything at all, not even a tiny bit. It would be better if he could at least predict that he was ‘going to die.’

The hand stroking his head, the hand pressing down on his back, held him still with an unmoving force. That hand was now slowly stripping away Jeong Taeui’s clothes, moving down his waist. As the hand descended, articles of clothing fell onto the bed. Eventually, Jeong Taeui, too, was left naked, pressed face down on the bed.

“Just before I got out of the taxi, I saw you sitting at the bus stop, and I thought, I should just swallow you whole. Seeing this guy trying to go to the airport again, it seemed he wouldn’t stay still if I just left him alone. So… should I rent a hotel room and chew you up in one go, or kill you and then swallow you? I kept thinking about it. How should I devour you?”

Chills ran down his spine. His words came out lightly, like a joke, but they weren’t just jokes. Perhaps he really intended to kill and eat Jeong Taeui. In this sealed hotel room, Jeong Taeui’s face changed. Seeing his expression, a low chuckle was heard right beside him.

“So I thought of killing you, and for that purpose, I even put on the perfectly prepared gloves. —The best quality gloves I have. And then I caught you.”

Breaking off his words, Ilay rubbed Jeong Taeui’s ear with his lips. He nibbled at Jeong Taeui’s earlobe with his lips, teeth, and tongue, then slowly licked up Jeong Taeui’s cheek. The hard touch of his teeth, mercilessly biting near his temple, dug into his cheek.

Jeong Taeui swallowed another sharp gasp. For a moment, his breath caught. The memory clearly flashed back. Ilay getting out of the taxi. His calm gesture of closing the taxi door and slowly taking out and putting on his gloves while looking straight at Jeong Taeui came to him with peculiar clarity.

…This is no good. I must have been truly insane. How could I have thought of taking care of a guy like this? A madman who, if things go wrong for even a moment, will genuinely say he’ll kill and eat a person.

Jeong Taeui cursed inside his gagged mouth. He cursed himself wildly for being foolish. And of course, he hurled ten times more curses at the madman clinging to his back.

Where did you abandon your humanity, you bastard!

He knew there was none to begin with, but he hadn’t known this guy would be talking about cannibalism, holding a person captive in this civilized society. Jeong Taeui felt like his mind was going blank. But at the same time, he felt like he wouldn’t be surprised no matter what this guy did or said now.

Fine, eat me. If you can kill and eat me, then eat me. Whether I go to prison as a terrorist or for murder and cannibalism, it’s all the same—no, if it goes as far as cannibalism, I’d have to undergo a psychiatric evaluation, so there’s a strong chance I’d go to a hospital instead of prison—.

But before you kill and eat me, at least listen to what I have to say…

Fear and rage mixed together. He really felt like he was going crazy.

“But when I touched you like this, I felt it was a waste to just swallow you whole. Swallowing you whole and making you completely mine is still a tempting thought, but it’s a shame that I wouldn’t be able to touch you again. …It would be great if you remained even after I chew and swallow you whole. If I could keep stroking you like this even after making you completely mine. Huh?”

With that “like this,” his large hand roughly grasped Jeong Taeui’s buttock. As if he really wanted to tear off a piece of flesh and swallow it, his hand, gripping Jeong Taeui, exerted unreserved force.

“So I quickly changed my mind. Since you just can’t escape anyway, I thought of cutting off your legs and keeping you by my side. And I’d swallow those legs. Those legs that keep trying to escape.”

Ilay’s hand slid down Jeong Taeui’s buttock. He slowly stroked his thighs, the backs of his knees, and his calves, making Jeong Taeui flinch and curl up. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was still gagged, and no words came out.

That’s not it, you crazy bastard. I wasn’t trying to escape. Why are you doing this without even listening?

He felt wronged. Jeong Taeui had just been about to leave to find him. It would have been better if this hadn’t happened right after he had firmly decided to return to him, shaking off everyone’s objections, and had looked into every means possible to leave. He felt so wronged he could die.

If he had known this would happen, he would have never thought of looking for him and just run far, far away. Then, if he had been caught and suffered this, at least he wouldn’t have felt wronged.

Jeong Taeui cried. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid of this madman’s madness. That chilling terror stimulated his tear ducts. Also, wronged anger. Perhaps it would have been better if he could unleash that anger with words, but no words came out. The injustice seeped out as tears.

His hand, which had been moving on Jeong Taeui’s ankle, suddenly stopped. Ilay, who had been still for a moment, removed his hand from Jeong Taeui’s ankle. He seemed to hear a faint, low chuckle. He felt him move to Jeong Taeui’s back. He went behind Jeong Taeui, who was face down with his head buried in the bed, and embraced Jeong Taeui from behind, pressing his chest against Jeong Taeui’s back.

“Crying? You shouldn’t cry this much. It makes my heart ache, doesn’t it? Don’t cry. You think I’d really cut off your legs? There’s no need to be that scared. …If you were going to be this scared, you shouldn’t have thought about running away in the first place, Taei.”

A pale hand gently stroked Jeong Taeui’s cheek. Ilay, embracing him from behind, slowly wiped away the tears that blurred his vision and wet his eyes with his fingertips, then pressed his lips to Jeong Taeui’s ear. In a voice as sweet as if comforting a pitiful child.

“Don’t cry… okay? You shouldn’t cry so much already. Time will pass, night will come, that night will turn into morning again, and that morning will turn into night again, you’ll have to keep crying, but if you cry now, your eyes will hurt so much later you won’t be able to bear it.”

You madman. This madman. Jeong Taeui vowed that the moment he could speak, he would shout those words hundreds of times. It wasn’t even dawn yet.

“I told you not to cry—. It’s counterproductive right now, Taei. If you cry like that, I get even angrier…!”

It was the moment he finished saying “I get angrier.” Ilay, who was pressed against his back, seemed to lift his hips slightly, and then, the very next moment, with a forceful thud, he drove in without hesitation, like hammering a nail.

“—!!” A scream burst forth in his mouth. The scream swirled in his mouth several times before going back down his throat. His vision went white. That white vision soon turned pitch black, and only then did his sight gradually return, hazy.

He could feel the sensation of the erect penis rubbing between his legs, but he hadn’t expected it to suddenly plunge in without any warning—especially while talking about cannibalism or amputation. His body twitched convulsively as it was impaled by the penis that thrust into his waist with unforgiving, unhesitating force. There was no foreplay. He wasn’t even loosened up with a single finger. The rough penis, which had been closed for a while, instantly penetrated the tight muscle, plunging deep inside, filling the inner wall of his body. With every slight movement of his hips, every bulging vein on that large mass of flesh pushed against the folds of his inner wall.

His body, tightly crammed into the narrow space, soon began to thrust.

“—! —!!” Instead of screams that couldn’t escape his mouth, tears flowed like rain. The cold sweat that had pooled on his back poured down with every shake of his body.

“Does it hurt? You look like you’re just about to die. Does it hurt to death? Or are you fainting from pleasure? Aha. But it seems you’re lacking, seeing as you still have the leisure to glare.”

Jeong Taeui glared fiercely at Ilay, whose figure was vaguely visible beyond his hazy vision. Even though he tried to glare, his vision was blurred by the tears in his eyes, but he still glared with all his resentment.

This damn bastard. Crazy son of a bitch. If things go wrong, he just forces himself on you.

But his silent cursing didn’t last long. His body was shaken. And with every shake of his body, the enormous monstrosity, clinging so tightly as if it had grown inside Jeong Taeui’s body, burrowed and tore open his insides.

He felt like he was going to die. Not just from the pain, but from the immense pressure. He genuinely felt like his body might split in two from below at any moment.

“Why have you forgotten already? You were trapped in there for about a month, right? Did you forget so soon just because you weren’t fucked as much? Jeong Taei, I told you, you’re mine. I clearly told you that, did you forget?”

The voice from behind him was rough. The words spoken between his teeth, with every word, seemed to fill with increasing anger, and the thrusts of his hips grew more forceful.

Thud, thud, thud, the flesh slammed against the excruciatingly stretched opening, making sounds. The unlubricated penis, which hadn’t properly entered, seemed to gain some moisture inside, moving slightly and going in and out. The bedsheet, where Jeong Taeui was rubbing his face, became soaked. He felt like he was going to die from the pain, and from the oppressive feeling. Tears poured down, thoroughly drenching the sheets.

“Jeong Taei, pull yourself together…! I told you, you’re mine. I told you not to harm your body carelessly, because it’s mine. But you just run off as you please? You’ve gone mad.”

His voice grew rougher. The penis that had been penetrating his body grew in volume with his increasingly harsh voice. He could vividly feel the object filling and tearing his body, gradually swelling even further. His abdomen felt like it would burst from the pressure.

“Hmph. Ugh, …—.” Jeong Taeui cried. In the end, unable to bear it, he began to sob like a child.

It’s unfair. It hurts. I’m angry and sad. But above all, it’s unfair.

What had he done so wrong? Yes, if he thought about it, Jeong Taeui had certainly run away from him. That day, he had fled right in front of Ilay, who had broken in just for Jeong Taeui.

But he had fully intended to return soon, and he had even told him. Of course, the distance and situation meant he couldn’t have heard, but if they were going to argue this arbitrarily, it was also that bastard’s fault for not hearing.

Even now, Xinlu and his uncle had warned him against it, but he had ignored them and was on his way to the airport, intending to go back to this man. But to be treated like this, like a rat in a trap, it was unfair, infuriating, and heartbreaking.

Jeong Taeui felt the unfairness again at the sensation of the glove in his mouth. This bastard had truly—even if only for an instant—intended to kill him. He had actually considered soaking this glove in Jeong Taeui’s blood for a moment.

He felt foolish for having intended to return to such a man, and that made him feel even more wronged. Jeong Taeui rubbed his tear-soaked face against the sheet, sobbing audibly despite his gagged mouth.

“Crying? …――Crying? I told you, if you cry now it’s counterproductive, Jeong Taei. Why won’t you listen?”

Thud, the penis, swollen to its utmost, relentlessly hammered him, shaking his entire body. Sweat began to bead on Ilay’s chest, which was pressed close to Jeong Taeui’s back. Lips that had been biting and sucking hard on his neck moved up to his cheek. They gently wiped his tear-streaked face.

Jeong Taeui felt even more heartbroken by the gentle lips, which contrasted so sharply with his rough, cruel voice. This was why. Because he had felt that this monster-like man still retained human qualities in such small things, he had foolishly thought he had to take care of him. Even now.

He wanted to smash his own head for thinking, How on earth can I live with and take care of this madman?

“Taei. …Taei. Do you want me to release this?” Ilay, who had been slowly, but thoroughly, licking up the tears that drenched his entire cheek, whispered insinuatingly into his ear at some point.

Jeong Taeui nodded. He forced his neck, which barely had any strength, to nod vigorously.

Please listen to me. Listen to me. I don’t know if you’ll understand how wronged I feel, but please.

Ilay, who continuously sucked up the unending tears as they welled up, whispered in an even lower voice. “Then say it with your own mouth. If I release this, say it clearly with your own mouth. That you are mine. That the human Jeong Taeui, from head to toe, completely belongs to Ilay Riegrow. Say it with your mouth. …Will you say it?”

It was a stern and sharp tone. It implied that he would never release him otherwise. Jeong Taeui, even with his mind dulled from crying, hesitated for a moment. That’s just how you perceive it, I told you. Why are you trying to make me say it with my own mouth?

He glared at him quizzically through tear-filled eyes. He seemed to interpret that gaze as refusal. Suddenly, Ilay’s expression hardened chillingly.

“You won’t say it? Then let’s keep your mouth gagged. …Fine. I have plenty of time, and I’m not busy.”

The moment he finished saying “not busy,” he significantly lifted his hips. The mass of flesh, relentlessly penetrating deeper and deeper, as if striking his internal organs, stretched his body to its utmost limit. And at that moment, the mass of flesh that had swelled to a suffocating degree inside his body suddenly burst.

“—!!” Jeong Taeui flinched involuntarily and curled up. From the penis, which filled his abdomen to the fullest, several intermittent streams burst forth. The sticky fluid, hitting and filling his body, pooled inside his abdomen.

He thought he heard Ilay’s low groan from over his shoulder. And Jeong Taeui, too, let out a groan into his gagged mouth. Even the strong stream that hit his abdomen felt like an overwhelming pressure.

But, it was over. Jeong Taeui thought that in his head. That damn monstrous object that had been heavily and massively pounding inside his stomach now had to come out. That alone was such a relief that tears were on the verge of falling.

However. Lifting Jeong Taeui’s hips, who was limp and exhausted, Ilay began to thrust again. Jeong Taeui flinched and opened his eyes. The penis, which had completely filled his body, did not come out. No, its volume hadn’t even decreased. Instead, as his body became wet from the liquid he had expelled into his stomach, it seemed to move more easily, and his hip movements became even faster.

With every frantic friction of skin below, milky fluid that had pooled inside was pushed out in drops. It flowed down his buttocks, soaking Jeong Taeui’s penis, and fell onto the sheet in drops. At a glance, it looked as if Jeong Taeui was expelling it.

He felt like he was going to die. More than the pain, he felt like he was going to die from shortness of breath. His body, shaken by Ilay’s ceaseless pounding, struggled as if it would gasp its last breath at any moment.

Jeong Taeui endlessly wiped away the overflowing tears by rubbing them against the sheet. Ilay, noticing this, immediately grabbed Jeong Taeui’s jaw to stop him. And as if to ensure not a single drop was wasted, he licked them all up.

In the meantime, he felt a second sensation burst inside his body. This time, it truly was the end. Jeong Taeui thought, his consciousness fading. It must be over now. He would be released now. He flinched, curling up the almost numb area below. He wondered if it was his imagination, but the monstrous object that had so thoroughly filled his body also seemed to have contracted slightly.

Ilay whispered in his ear again. Asking if he would say it with his mouth. Jeong Taeui was silent for a moment. To be precise, he was too muddled to have the leisure to reply. Then, for the third time, Ilay began to move his hips.

By the time he finished the third time, Jeong Taeui felt like he was going to faint. He had no sensation below his waist. Only his entrance was terribly hot, as if it were being seared by fire. Limp on the sheet, exhausted from crying, Jeong Taeui mumbled with a mouth that couldn’t produce words.

Please save me. If you do this anymore, my body will truly be ruined. I’ll do anything you say, just please save me, you son of a bitch…

Even after crying like that, when he thought such thoughts, Jeong Taeui began to sob uncontrollably again, feeling wronged. His languid voice reached him. That voice, which felt almost gentle, tickled his earlobe as it asked.

“I’ll release you if you say it with your own mouth. If you say it clearly, looking at me, so I can hear you.”

“—…” Jeong Taeui nodded. Anything was fine. He would do anything, if only he could just lie down for a little, just a little. But his body was so limp he couldn’t move a single finger, so Ilay seemed not to have seen Jeong Taeui’s nod.

“…Aha. You want more?”

A faint chuckle was heard in his ear. At that moment, Jeong Taeui suddenly realized that Ilay, laughing like that, was not tired at all. With truly monstrous stamina, he was once again gripping Jeong Taeui’s hips and pulling him up, with only a slight sheen of sweat, as if he were pleasantly exercising.

Chills ran down his spine. His mind suddenly cleared. Jeong Taeui nodded frantically. If this continued, Jeong Taeui might truly be ruined, never able to get up again. Even now, he wondered if his backside wasn’t already mangled.

As Jeong Taeui burst into tears and nodded wildly, Ilay laughed. Even though he nodded wildly, he barely managed to bob his chin up and down slightly, but Ilay smiled deeply and gripped Jeong Taeui’s jaw. Then he untied the cloth gagging Jeong Taeui’s mouth, inserted his fingers into his mouth, and pulled out the soggy cloth, tossing it aside.

After that, he seemed to enjoy the sensation of Jeong Taeui’s tongue with his fingertips, slowly tracing his tongue, palate, and gums, until at some point he pulled his hand out, simultaneously biting his lips hard. He didn’t even have the energy to cry out in pain.

I swear I’ll never think of this bastard as human again… What humanity…

Jeong Taeui sniffled and cried sorrowfully.

But Ilay, who clearly had not an iota of humanity left, gently pecked Jeong Taeui’s eyelids with his lips while speaking in a low, firm voice.

“Taei. Say it. With your own mouth.”

“—…” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak. His throat was just too choked from crying, so words wouldn’t come out immediately. But he hesitated for just a moment, and Ilay unhesitatingly grabbed Jeong Taeui’s buttock. Jeong Taeui flinched and quickly opened his mouth.

“—’s mine. …because… say.”

His voice was so choked that Jeong Taeui himself couldn’t hear it properly. But Ilay, without any sign of rushing, gently pressed his lips to Jeong Taeui’s and said, “Again. So I can hear you properly.”

“…is mine. …It’s mine, you… son of a bitch…”

At the end of his whispered words, uttered while sobbing sorrowfully with all his strength gone, there was undoubtedly some offensive word, but Ilay didn’t fault him for it. Instead, he pressed his lips to Jeong Taeui’s again, and while still pressed, he spoke.

“Again. Say the name clearly this time. I didn’t hear it.”

Jeong Taeui closed his mouth. He felt wronged, heartbroken, angry, and exasperated.

“This damn Ilay Riegrow… Jeong Taeui is yours, Ilay, yours! Do whatever you want, kill me or not!”