Passion Novel - Chapter 141

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.

Jeong Taeui felt like he was going to faint. No, he wanted to faint.

Just do it. Just get it over with. It would be better to just put it in cleanly, finish quickly, and get it done with.

Jeong Taeui made up his mind, weeping tears of blood inwardly. Rather than endure such embarrassing and mortifying treatment, he vowed to simply lie there silently and let himself be impaled from now on.

Jeong Taeui blinked blankly.

He vaguely tried to think about where it didn’t hurt. He subtly rolled his body half a turn to the right and left, then concluded: Nowhere didn’t hurt.

“Uuugh… I’m surely going to die like this…” Jeong Taeui groaned, a sigh escaping his lips.

Water sounds came from the bathroom. That bastard, showering with the door wide open, was even humming a happy tune. The more he heard the song, the deeper the furrow in Jeong Taeui’s brow became.

His body creaked, but he turned over onto his side. A warm, throbbing sensation spread throughout his body. “Ow, ow, ow,” a low groan escaped him again. He would have preferred to lie still and not move an inch, but his hair, still damp, felt uncomfortable, so he carefully turned his body to change the position of his head.

He sighed, lying on his side, and caught a faint whiff of shampoo. It was the scent from his own hair. Jeong Taeui sighed, “Phew.”

Until the day he died, there were a few things he could never bring himself to speak about, no matter where he went. Still, time passed equally for Jeong Taeui, who just wanted to sink into the ground and be covered with dirt. After Ilay, who had been sprawled on top of him, finished cumming inside Jeong Taeui for what felt like the countless time, he finally moved off him.

A small moan, “Ugh,” escaped Jeong Taeui’s lips. The mass of flesh that had burrowed endlessly deep inside him, as if to split his body in two, and had remained there for a long time, didn’t come out smoothly. Inch by painful inch, as Ilay pumped his hips like a pile driver to withdraw, Jeong Taeui inwardly groaned, “Ugh, ugh, ugh.”

‘If it’s so hard, maybe I should just keep a regularly sized dildo in there. Then it would naturally be open and more comfortable.’

He felt a touch, as if a thumb was tracing each fold, checking if the opening had torn. Jeong Taeui lay still, feigning death, listening to Ilay’s words, and thinking, He makes such brutal jokes.

Then he lifted his eyelids, heavy as lead. Ilay was staring intently at Jeong Taeui’s groin. When their eyes met, he casually muttered, “Should we start with a medium size?” Only then did Jeong Taeui realize it wasn’t a joke.

Even though he was so tired he didn’t want to open his mouth, his fists clenched instinctively. Seeing his clenched fists, Ilay chuckled.

And he didn’t bring up the subject again.

“Alright, then.”

Ilay, who had jumped off the bed without a hint of exhaustion despite everything, picked up Jeong Taeui, who was sprawled like a corpse. He then strode into the bathroom.

Without much difficulty, he washed Jeong Taeui, who couldn’t move a single finger as if he’d been beaten to death, and thoroughly cleaned him inside. Then, he carefully dried him with a bath towel and laid him back on the bed. Only after that did he return to the bathroom to wash himself.

Jeong Taeui heard the sound of the shower and let out a deep sigh, for what felt like the umpteenth time.

He was a monster who pretended to have good manners in strange ways.

Jeong Taeui raised one arm into the air. It was completely dry and soft. His lower body, of course, ached so much that he barely had any sensation, but no unpleasant feelings remained.

“His only claim to humanity is his manners…” Jeong Taeui mumbled to himself. Even as he mumbled, his voice was almost gone, completely hoarse.

“…”

No, actually, if he thought about it objectively, putting aside his resentment and grudges, Ilay wasn’t that bad in bed. Given how he had forcibly attacked him before, his lack of morality was certain, but his bedroom manners weren’t messy. At least he never just satisfied himself and then ran off. He didn’t just push in haphazardly either. …Though he was terribly disobedient.

Perhaps if that bastard’s lower body hadn’t been so monstrously shaped, Jeong Taeui might have quite willingly slept with him sometimes. Yes, since things had come to this, maybe he should try hard to get used to it. After all, his technique and stamina were excellent…

…

No, that wouldn’t work. It was too hard to handle a monster. Jeong Taeui agonized over how to escape.

“Maybe it would have been better if I had just meekly let myself be caught by the man Shinru sent…”

He mumbled to himself without realizing it, then startled and shut his mouth. He glanced towards the bathroom, but fortunately, the sound of the water seemed to have drowned out Jeong Taeui’s fading murmur, so it hadn’t reached Ilay.

If he had heard it, it wouldn’t have ended well. This was the guy who tried to castrate him just for saying he wanted to meet Shinru.

“…For crying out loud… I just can’t figure it out, I really can’t.”

Jeong Taeui clicked his tongue in displeasure. Suddenly feeling stuffy, he reached for the beer Ilay had left within reach when he laid him on the bed. Even as he lifted his upper body while lying prone, Jeong Taeui mumbled, “Ugh, I’m dying.” After tearing open the can and taking four or five gulps of the cold beer, he finally felt a little better.

He tried to think. He struggled to guess what was going on in that man’s unfathomable mind.

—If you had followed what reason told you, Taeui, you would have died several times already.

Suddenly, his low voice came to mind.

—Don’t think about it. Forget it. There’s no reason or need to meet again. So don’t think about him.

—I’ve thought about it too, but it just leads to the conclusion that you’re mine, and I can guess the reason, but it’s not certain. There’s no past evidence to judge whether it’s right or not.

—That kid. Ling Shinru. Tell him you won’t meet him and have no intention of meeting him.

—Is that kid really that good? What’s so good about him?

—Jeong Taeui. You’re mine. Understand? You’re mine.

A string of words came to mind. The hands that had caressed his back several times. The low chuckle and the light kiss on his earlobe when Jeong Taeui hugged his neck, and the lips that brushed against him. Even the gaze that had examined Jeong Taeui’s body after their act.

“…”

Jeong Taeui frowned. Gulp, the beer he swallowed had warmed in his mouth while he was lost in thought.