Codename Anastasia - Chapter 114 [uxt7np8z]

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He wrapped his arms around Zhenya's neck and spilled a messy moan into the bastard's ear. Zhenya listened to the sound and nibbled on Kwon Taekjoo's earlobe. Every time his body moved, his aroused cock was repeatedly rubbed against the thick pectoral muscles and clear abdominal muscles. While the firm body felt good, it also ached and lingered unpleasantly. A sudden urge came.

Their sweat-soaked skins repeatedly detached and reattached. Their heated breaths exploded against each other's ears, raising their body temperatures. His head felt like it was boiling, and his vision blurred. Zhenya pushed his hot tongue into Kwon Taekjoo's ear, making shallow thrusting motions while his hips also bounced up flexibly. He was desperately impatient, on the verge of reaching the peak.

Finally unable to hold back, he changed positions. In one breath, he flipped his body over and laid Kwon Taekjoo beneath him. Then, he lifted his legs and began probing the loosened hole more skillfully. With the rapid thrusting, the breath he couldn't expel rattled in his throat. Due to the sudden pressure difference, the gel that had filled the inside of the hole was squeezed out. Some of it turned white and frothy, clinging to his shaft like melted marshmallows. With each insertion, more strands appeared. From the already drenched underside, a wet, squelching sound grew louder. "Out... slow, ugh, slowly... yes, haaah..."

He tried to push Zhenya's relentless body away, but the bastard wouldn't let up, attacking with full force. No matter how he twisted and writhed, it was useless.

As if displeased with Kwon Taekjoo constantly writhing, Zhenya covered Kwon Taekjoo's body completely with his own to immobilize him. Then, he shoved his own tongue thickly into the mouth that was clattering as it gasped for breath. A groan of "Ugh..." was trapped inside the mouth. The dark eyelashes and pupils were wet with tender moisture. While slowly intertwining his sweet tongue, he suddenly scooped upwards as if digging from below. The rock-hard glans pressed deeply into a specific part of the inner wall.

Instantly, Kwon Taekjoo's chest opened wide. His shoulders also twitched noticeably, and his crushed lower body reflexively jerked up. Crushing the finely trembling body with a sense of foreboding and impatience, he then intensely ground that specific spot from earlier.

The violent, thick cock plunged in and out of the body that couldn't move an inch. His toes curled white as the bastard relentlessly attacked his most vulnerable spot. An intense, throbbing pain built up, pushing him toward climax. With their lips locked, he struggled to breathe.

His vision repeatedly turned yellow or red. Unable to bear the scorching heat, he jerked his head away. A rough breath burst out, and the moans that had only echoed inside Zhenya's mouth spilled out messily.

"Ah... ngh! Ha, ah... ughn, ngh, aaaah!.."

His entire body stiffened as he groaned harshly. In succession, Kwon Taekjoo's cock, which had been repeatedly rubbing against Zhenya's abs, gushed and exploded. The thickly spurting semen splattered onto Zhenya's chest, collarbone, and even his chin. And soon it spread onto Kwon Taekjoo's own body, which was still being rubbed. Zhenya nonchalantly licked up the semen that had gotten on his collarbone.

Exhausted, Kwon Taekjoo merely furrowed his brow, not reacting much. Only his body, still entangled with Zhenya, continued to be jostled. Seeing him, completely disheveled, only his cock sucking wetly, made his head buzz. His vision also spun as a sharp pleasure ran up his spine.

"Ugh."

A strained sound came from Zhenya. Then, his lower abdomen pressed tightly close. His sweat-soaked buttocks were completely crushed and pushed up, sticking to his waist. Immediately after, something hot burst fiercely inside his belly. At the sensation of his insides being helplessly soaked, Kwon Taekjoo frowned and trembled.

The force that had been driving into him, crushing him, collapsed, panting heavily. He gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the intense afterglow. His fingertips tingled, and he felt utterly spent. He just wanted to collapse and sleep.

Around that time, Zhenya lifted his head. Lowering his sweat-damp eyelashes, he quietly gazed at Kwon Taekjoo's face. Kwon Taekjoo also looked back at the bastard silently. His dark eyelashes and pupils were wet with tender moisture. Soon, Zhenya lowered his lips and licked as if to smear and devour his eyeballs. At the unfamiliar stimulation, he moaned softly and shrank back. Goosebumps rose on his neck, which had become humid and warm.

Meanwhile, Zhenya pulled out his cock, which had been embedded. The inner walls, heated to the extreme, wriggled emptily, smacking their lips. *Maybe, for some reason, the bastard intends to keep the promise he made to me*, he thought.

It was a misjudgment. The bastard grabbed a tube of gel that was rolling around nearby. As a deflating sound came from the already emptied tube, he tore open a new one without hesitation.

"What are you doing? We said just once..."

"Yeah, once. Until nothing more comes out even if squeezed, that one time."

He changed his words without blinking an eye. Kwon Taekjoo, who was about to argue that such a thing didn't exist, instead tightly shut his mouth. Because something cold was suddenly shoved into the inside of his buttocks. A gel-smeared finger dug in and scraped out the fluid filling his belly.

Zhenya then took his own lower lip, which he had bitten, between his lips and sucked it. Then, he kept gently kissing around that area.

After that, he was tormented by the bastard until his consciousness grew hazy. In his ears, where even small sounds echoed grandly, he heard the affectionate voice calling, "Taekjoo."

Hn.

He didn't know if his response to that call was real or a dream. On a deserted island where no one would come, he sank into a dreamlike ecstasy.

***

His consciousness returned faintly. However, because his body was helplessly limp, he kept his eyes closed. The feeling of the bed softly supporting his body was pleasant. Wind blew in from the slightly opened window. It was a bit cool, but not cold. That was because sunlight poured down, tickling his back.

In the extreme tranquility, he thought he might be dreaming. *It's okay to lie here a little longer*. He rubbed his head luxuriously against the fluffy pillow.

"Yeah."

Around that time, a shadow flickered over his closed eyelids. He recognized it was Zhenya just by the voice and scent. He seemed to be on the phone with someone. Each time the bastard closed his mouth, the other person's replies leaked out faintly.

A gaze staring down intently was felt. Whether it was an illusion or not, the bastard continued the call beside Kwon Taekjoo, who was sleeping face down. Was his throat constricted too? The bastard's voice mumbling into the phone sounded softer than usual.

"Your son, he's really killing me."

He drew out the end of his words as if savoring them. From the other side of the phone, the other person chattered something again. For some reason, the voice sounded familiar. But since he wasn't fully awake from sleep, he couldn't be sure.

Then, one side of the mattress tilted. The bastard's scent also grew stronger accordingly. The gaze was now blatantly piercing down. The bastard continued speaking in a relaxed tone.

"Last night, I really thought something had happened to him. He said he hated it, but he bit onto my thing and wouldn't let go. I almost ended up shoving my balls into that tight, cramped hole."

*You crazy bastard, what the hell are you spouting? And who the hell is listening to such vulgar talk and chiming in?*

Meanwhile, his consciousness became clearer. But he didn't open his eyes immediately. The timing was like that, and he wanted to find out who the bastard was talking to and about what.

"I don't know how to handle him. If I treat him like a woman, his pride gets hurt. But it's not like just feeding him well is enough, right? It's not like a dog or a horse. What if he runs away again? I'd really be angry then. Strangely, I don't want to kill him. He keeps bothering me, irritating me, and the more I see him, the thirstier I get. Such an annoying thing should just be removed from sight... but I don't want to do that."

A dark shadow fell over his face. The bastard's hand seemed like it would touch him any moment. Even in that situation, he kept his eyes tightly shut. It was awkward to react somehow when he was spouting such nonsense right in front of a person.

The bastard's hand, which had been hovering annoyingly, quietly covered Kwon Taekjoo's eyes. Thanks to that, the dazzling sunlight was blocked. Immediately after, a voice gently urging the other person reached his ears.

"How did you end up giving birth to something like this? Huh? You... you've done something unforgivable to me."

It was fortunate the bastard covered his eyes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to lie still pretending to be asleep as he had until now.

Soon, the bastard's call ended. There was a sound of the phone being placed somewhere on the bed. Then, the bastard's body temperature abruptly drew closer. He whispered softly into Kwon Taekjoo's ear.

"Your mother sends her regards."

Pretending to sleep or whatever, he violently flung off the hand covering his eyes. His vision cleared instantly, revealing the bastard's face smirking mischievously. It seemed he had known all along that Kwon Taekjoo was awake.

And yet, he had the audacity to have such a conversation with his mother. The stories the bastard had spouted replayed in his mind once more. It felt like the skin on his face would peel right off.

Of course, since the bastard had been babbling in Russian the whole time, his mother wouldn't have understood a single word of his vulgar talk. But that fact didn't serve as a mitigating circumstance for punishing the bastard.

"You bastard!"

He reached out his hand as if to grab him by the collar. But the bastard lightly leaned his upper body back and easily avoided it. Due to the futile attack, he moved his body, and the throbbing pain he had forgotten revived. Kwon Taekjoo grabbed his own waist, which felt as if it had been shattered, and groaned. The bastard grabbed that Kwon Taekjoo's arm and lifted him from the bed.

"If you're awake, wash up. Let's have a meal."

As if on cue, a growling sound came from his hollowed stomach. Kwon Taekjoo's angry momentum deflated. The bastard let out a short laugh, gestured towards the outside with his chin, and went out first.

At times like this, he resented the fact that he was a human who felt hunger three times a day. He left the bedroom, rubbing his belly, which was moving without regard for the situation. He must have been lying down for a long time; the sensation of his soles touching the floor felt strange.

As he passed the kitchen heading for the bathroom, a familiar smell hit him. Glancing sideways, he saw Zhenya boiling something over the gas stove. Thinking about it, the bastard didn't even put that much effort into his own meals. But he had never forgotten about Kwon Taekjoo's own 'feed'. Was that a different kind of amusement for the bastard?

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