Passion Raga Novel (Completed) - Chapter 70

“I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to only believe in the good things,” Yuri traced the words with his eyes.

“There really aren’t many days left.”

He unconsciously muttered it out.

As time flowed, the contract’s expiration date was drawing near.

It seemed Ling Xinlu had thought of the same thing Yuri had, almost simultaneously. His lips seemed to harden slightly.

“I have no intention of rushing you. Take your time to think.”

Yuri said quietly, with sincerity. He could wait as long as needed until the expiration date. If it passed the expiration date…

Then the contract would automatically end without renewal.

It was fine if the conclusion was delayed. If he could accept that. Yuri finished the last sip of his tea.

Just then.

Ling Xinlu, who had been silently staring intently at Yuri for a while, suddenly whispered, “I’m thirsty. I want water.”

At his whispered words, like a sigh, Yuri looked down at the untouched teacup, but then quickly stood up.

Cool water might quench his thirst better than warm tea.

As Yuri poured water and placed it before him, he asked, “Do you need ice too?” Ling Xinlu shook his head and picked up the cup.

He seemed genuinely thirsty. Slowly, yet without pause, he swallowed the water, emptying the cup in no time. Still seemingly unsatisfied, he stared blankly at the empty cup and whispered, “I’m thirsty. I’m parched. My throat feels like it’s burning.”

Yuri immediately refilled the cup until it was brimming. Ling Xinlu emptied the water, filled to the brim, soon after.

However, he frowned, tilting his head as he looked at the empty glass. Then he raised his gaze to Yuri.

“No. My thirst won’t stop. I’m thirsty. Water…” A faint impatience laced Ling Xinlu’s voice. Pleading with agonizing thirst, he clutched his throat.

Yuri frowned slightly.

“Are you okay?”

He asked quietly, leaning forward. Ling Xinlu looked at Yuri.

His eyes, which had been staring intently at Yuri for a while, began to fill with impatience.

An outstretched hand grasped Yuri’s lapel. Slowly, yet pulling as if never to let go, Ling Xinlu buried his face between Yuri’s lapels, drawn towards him by the pulling hand.

The sound of slow, deep breaths leaked out.

After several slow, deep breaths, he finally whispered in a voice as soft as a breeze, “I’m thirsty. So parched my throat feels like it’s burning. I want to drink.” Please.

It was because of that brief whisper. The trembling impatience contained in that single word. The uneasiness tinged with a desperate breath.

Because of that, Yuri did not push him away.

The first touch was tentative.

Ling Xinlu, who had pulled Yuri’s lapel and buried his face in his chest, whispered, “My throat’s burning,” and very carefully, as if licking a single bead of water, placed his tongue on Yuri’s skin. Yuri looked down at him, thinking he was like a cat.

Lap, lap. One drop, then another. A very careful and soft sensation, as if gathering the regrettably clinging water droplets on his lips, continued once, twice.

Yuri could feel Ling Xinlu’s gaze, looking up at him with his lips pressed against his chest.

Yuri hesitated briefly as their eyes met, then slowly reached out and stroked his shoulder. It felt awkward, almost like an uncertain caress.

At that moment.

As if a stream of water had begun to flow for a person who had barely quenched their hunger by licking water droplets, only enough not to die of thirst, an agonizing thirst surged dramatically on Ling Xinlu’s face.

It was as if, had he not known the moist sensation on his lips, he would have let go with regret, even if he died of thirst. But now that his lips had been wet, he could never let go. He was like a madman.

CRASH! The sound of ceramic breaking echoed loudly.

Several teacups and glass cups on the table were swept off, thrown to the floor, and shattered into countless pieces. And in their place, Yuri’s back hit the table.

Shoved by a rough, decisive hand, Yuri fell onto the table. Before he could even try to sit up, Ling Xinlu pounced on him.

A suffocating weight pressed down on his chest, his stomach, his whole body.

“I thought I had become very mature. Truly. I thought I would never again be unstable or driven by emotions to the point of not being able to control myself, like before.”

Hot breath wafted up from the growling words that burst from his chest.

“I thought I could handle my emotions in any situation, that I didn’t want to repeat what happened before…

—Yes, in that hotel in Berlin, I thought there would be no more unpleasant things that Mr. Gable had to go through while taking care of me, who was like a madman, unable to control myself.”

The sensation of lips sweeping over every inch of his skin, from his neck to his chest, to his stomach, as if not to miss a single spot, was both ticklish and chilling.

It felt like a damp, hot mollusk was passing over him. Yuri unconsciously hunched his shoulders and reflexively tried to sit up, but only more weight pressed him down.

“Now, Mr. Gable, even if Riglow is right in front of me, I can be calm. Just the thought of that bastard being alive in this world is unpleasant, and I don’t want to see a single strand of his hair.

Even so, if I’m in a situation where I have to maintain composure with him, I can be perfectly calm. Not even that bastard will be able to disrupt my sanity.

—But.”

The hand that had been stroking his side suddenly gripped Yuri’s waist. The arms that held him, as if never to let go, tightened further, suffocating Yuri.

“You’re the problem. You just aren’t like that. When I see you—my mind goes blank. I don’t know what to do, where to start.”

His harshly spat words sounded angry. No, perhaps he truly was angry.

At some point, Ling Xinlu’s groin was touching the inside of Yuri’s thigh. He pushed his hips deep between Yuri’s legs, bringing their groins together.

And Yuri could clearly feel Ling Xinlu’s hard, erect penis pushing against him, visible beyond the single layer of underwear he was ripping off.

“What should I do? What would be good? I want to keep you by my side. I have to. But it turns out you were someone who could leave anytime, even if you were by my side. You said you liked me, but you’re fine being apart from me. —Liar.”

The last word burst out like a low growl of fury.

The mouth that had been circling below his earlobe suddenly surged up and bit his nape.

He truly seemed unable to maintain his sanity—unable to control himself—and bit Yuri’s nape wildly like an animal.

“Wait, that hurts. I never lied, —-“

Yuri’s cry seemed not to reach his ears. Or even if it did, as if he decided not to hear, Ling Xinlu lifted his head from biting Yuri’s nape and covered Yuri’s mouth.

His tongue pushed into Yuri’s mouth, silencing him. The hand that had been fumbling below Yuri’s waist pulled off the last piece of underwear remaining on Yuri’s body.

The cool air touched his exposed groin only for a moment.

Ling Xinlu impatiently tore off his own clothes with one hand and took out his penis. His stiffly erect penis, peeking out from his underwear, touched Yuri’s.

The cool air was pushed away between them, replaced by hot body heat.

“You said we’d keep in touch sometimes when you go back? Call occasionally and stay friends for a long time? For a long time, yes, over that long time, I’d just shrivel up and die, wouldn’t I? Abandoning this—just by hearing your voice?”

Ling Xinlu whispered between his harsh bites, as if devouring Yuri’s lips.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, or rather, with no intention of restraining himself, he consumed Yuri’s body wherever his hands and mouth could reach.

“I, Ling Xinlu, never said I would go back—“

“You did say that.”

Ling Xinlu cut Yuri off mid-sentence and asserted. As he said it, his jaw tightened as if he himself was overwhelmed.

“You said that. In the end, that’s what it means. Even if we renew the contract every year and stay together year after year, what is that? Your heart can leave anytime.

—Then why did you come to me?”

A resentful plea, as if feeling wronged, pierced his ears.

At the same time, Ling Xinlu pushed up Yuri’s knees. Pushing his knees close to Yuri’s chest, he placed Yuri’s ankles on his own shoulders.

Unable to move in the uncomfortable position, Yuri exhaled heavily and muttered, “I didn’t say that…,” but stopped mid-sentence.

A hand that slowly stroked down from his lower abdomen brushed his groin.

The hand seemed to linger for a moment on Yuri’s limp penis, then, as if angry, began to rub it.

Yuri felt his breathing quicken under the hand that roughly yet painlessly stroked him.

His senses, already heightened by being licked all over his body, were instantly stimulated by the direct touch on his lower region.

After just a few strokes, his penis began to stiffen and gain strength, and only then did the rough hand stroke it a little slower, as if satisfied.

“I’ll treat you well.”

Suddenly, a low, soft voice whispered in his ear. As if he had never been angry or resentful, the gentle murmuring voice nibbled at his earlobe like a cooing cat.

“Anything you want, I’ll do it. I’ll give myself to you, so you can be as greedy as you like. I’ll do as much as you want.”

The hand caressing his lower region was as soft as his voice.

As much as he wanted, however he wanted.

Ling Xinlu was saying that. Gently, as if coaxing a child. Even though he was burning hot, the slow caress below only created an agonizing impatience, leaving him unsatisfied. Yuri looked at him with blurred eyes.

He couldn’t see his face clearly.

It was because his mind was swirling with fever.

“You’ll do it?”

“Yes. Anything you want. Anything.”

“I don’t want to receive it.”

Gasping for breath, Yuri muttered the thought that vaguely surfaced in his mind. It felt less like he was speaking to Ling Xinlu and more like he was talking to himself.

He didn’t dislike this. No, he liked it.

To the extent that he seriously doubted his own inclinations, Yuri enjoyed the act of entwining bodies with Ling Xinlu. Although it always left him exhausted, he would never refuse if Ling Xinlu wanted it.

However, he preferred intertwining together. He was not inclined to ‘receive’ something ‘given.’

“Why? You don’t want to? With me?”

Then, suddenly, the voice that had been silent for a moment was heard again. The voice, still whispering low in his ear, was no longer soft and gentle.

Then, as Ling Xinlu stroked and rubbed Yuri’s penis, he pushed his hips deep below his hand.

“Ah—!!”

A low, suppressed groan escaped him. Yuri’s eyes widened, and he instinctively opened his mouth, but even that mouth was swallowed by Ling Xinlu’s lips.

Without warning, his body opened up as Ling Xinlu’s penis pushed in deeper, and deeper, embedding itself further. Thrust, thrust, with rough, continuous thrusts, his penis soon reached deep inside Yuri’s body.

He pushed down until his testicles pressed right against the entrance, which was stretched to a precarious limit.

He couldn’t breathe. Yuri barely managed to turn his head and gasped for air.

He escaped Ling Xinlu’s mouth and took several large breaths, but the intense pressure and upward thrust from below made it feel like he couldn’t breathe properly.

Ling Xinlu relentlessly followed Yuri, who had turned his head. His insistent mouth clung to Yuri’s lips and cheek as Yuri’s chest heaved with deep breaths.

Ling Xinlu was also breathing heavily, flushed with excitement.

“—Then, you do it. It doesn’t matter how you do it. I want to do everything for you, but if you don’t want to receive,

then you serve me. Give this body to me. Open your legs whenever I want, move your hips as much as I want. That way, you do it for me.”

He whispered harshly, biting Yuri’s cheek, and began thrusting his hips upward. His penis, already at its limit and pushed deep inside, wanted to go deeper, deeper, deeper, and he thrust his hips relentlessly.

And as he swayed, pushed by Ling Xinlu’s movements, Yuri felt as if he would fall somewhere, and reflexively wrapped his legs around Ling Xinlu’s waist. Not knowing how to control his trembling, hotly aroused body, he moved as instinct dictated.

“Yes, yes, you’re doing well. Squeeze like that. —Damn it,

did you want this so badly? Enough to be so demanding, squeezing like this? How did you live with a body like this until now? From now on, yes, if you go back, how will you live without me? With a body this greedy, can you live without me? Or, —-.”

The words he had been pouring onto Yuri suddenly stopped.

Whatever thought had occurred to him, even the movement of hugging and stroking Yuri’s waist while thrusting paused for a moment.

A cold light, as if the temperature had dropped below zero, and then, in the next moment, a fiery surge of resentment, like a blast of heat, erupted.

“I’ll never let you go! Not in a million years, if any man or woman lays even a finger on this body besides me, I’ll kill them, no matter who it is. I’ll rip their limbs off and tear their flesh to pieces right before your eyes and kill them, understand? Anyone—I’ll definitely get rid of them, never, ever let them go!!”

Ling Xinlu roared like a savage tiger, pushing Yuri, as if to tear him apart from the inside out. His heart was pounding like crazy, his eyes wide and piercing blue at the thought that had briefly flashed in his mind. It felt like it was about to burst.

Even with skin between them, he could feel his heart pounding. Why, Yuri wondered vaguely, before realizing—it was his own heart pounding. Two hearts were beating furiously, close to each other.

Other people? He hadn’t even thought about it.

Yes, maybe it could be a struggle. Maybe someday he would meet someone he liked enough to want to entwine bodies with.

But not now. Not in the future. At least, not as long as this man desired him.