The train departed from Beijing, heading to Moscow. The world outside the window lay in darkness and silence. The usual bustle of people boarding and settling in had also quieted down.
It took six days to travel from Beijing to Moscow by train. While everyone shared the same destination, their travel conditions varied drastically. In third class, passengers silently fought to hold on to whatever little comfort they had. With no beds, people tossed and turned, desperately trying to sleep in their narrow seats. Meanwhile, in first and second class, travelers were filled with excitement about a new adventure. But in the third class, the compartments were filled with life’s hardships.
A stale odor hung in the air, which was stagnant and stuffy to begin with. A baby squirmed from discomfort. It soon started crying. The parent soothed the baby in a mechanical manner, clearly exhausted. Other passengers frowned and scowled, tossed and turned, as the baby wouldn’t stop whining. A group of soldiers was also among the third-class passengers. And these young men, not needing much sleep yet, passed around cheap vodka and chuckled among themselves. Merchants and vendors stuffed their bags of goods into every available space, even taking up other people’s seats. Once they had done what they needed to, they blocked out the noise with earplugs. They had mastered how to make long train rides tolerable.
In the second-class compartments, people of all nationalities gathered in groups of three or four. They talked all night, sharing travel stories, tips, plans, and even snacks. Talking to strangers didn’t tire them. It was, after all, a fun part of traveling.
The first-class cars, the only ones with individual showers, were silent. Day or night, not many people walked along its corridor. The passengers slept like babies at night in their cozy beds. They went to the dining car whenever they were hungry. The overpriced food didn’t bother them at all.
If there was one thing Taekjoo liked about his job, it was that headquarters was never stingy about providing its agents with comfort on work trips. But that changed once he lay down in his first-class bed after inspecting all the other compartments. It didn’t take long for his satisfaction to fade.
“Ah... Mmmhh... Ha...”
Taekjoo’s frown deepened bit by bit. He closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep, but it was no use. The steamy moans gradually grew louder and continued to bother him.
“Ah—ha, mmmhh! Ah, aaaaahhh!”
Taekjoo buried his face in his pillow and pulled the blanket up all the way to his head. But he still couldn’t ignore what was going on next to him. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder as the moans intensified. The sound, which resembled meat being slapped and beaten, was enough to tenderize Taekjoo’s eardrums.
Just ignore them. Ignore them.
Taekjoo chanted to himself as he tried to keep his composure. The crazy bastard was up to his usual madness. There was nothing surprising here. If anyone was to blame, it wasn’t Zhenya, but the people at headquarters for pairing Taekjoo with a nutjob.
Taekjoo never had a hard time falling asleep. After every mission, he would sleep like the dead for days. During missions, even if it was just a nap, he slept deeply. Nothing was more important than sleeping well and eating well when it came to taking care of oneself. Taekjoo must sleep. He decided to try the oldest trick in the book, counting sheep.
One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep. Four sheep.
“Aaahh!”
Five shi—sheep. Goddammit.
Taekjoo sat up straight. It was dark inside the compartment, but the corridor lights were bright enough to cast the shadows of two entangled bodies. Taekjoo could see Zhenya’s eyes glistening in the dark. For a second, he thought their eyes met. Zhenya didn’t seem embarrassed at all.
A woman was riding him. Her skirt, which hung around her thighs, had been pushed all the way up to her waist. The top of her uniform remained intact, making it easy to tell what she did for a living. She was the blonde train attendant who helped them find their seats. Taekjoo openly glared at Zhenya, but Zhenya couldn’t have cared less as he continued thrusting his hips. Every time he did, the woman let out high-pitched moans and hunched forward.
Zhenya revealed his impressive size as the woman’s body moved up and down. The glistening flesh pulsed with wetness. It was quite the size, and just watching the woman sit on it made Taekjoo flinch. He thought he could feel a sympathetic ache beneath his own groin. How could anyone take in that monstrous size? Taekjoo couldn’t help but marvel at the resilience of the human body. Now, he was watching with his arms crossed. Taekjoo was about to test the limits of Zhenya’s shamelessness. It might have been his imagination, but he thought he saw Zhenya grin.
“Ahh—mmhh...”
The woman’s upper body began leaning backward. Zhenya’s hands were on her waist, and with every stroke, her fair thighs trembled. Her lips parted, and the only things coming out were moans and drool.
Zhenya didn’t go easy on the woman. She was moving her waist around, trying to find the spot she liked better. Zhenya held her down and railed her. The noise was close to the sound of a fist hitting a piece of leather. It sounded harsh. The woman frowned from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her fair skin slowly turned red.
The woman’s head was now hanging back, and she was almost limp, allowing her body to be swayed. Her legs were open wide, and her knees started shaking. She couldn’t stand the pleasure and force of the strokes. Her voice became faint as if overwhelmed.
“Ah—mmmhh, ah!”
Not long after, the woman screamed, her limbs shaking. At the same time, Zhenya’s torso widened as he scrunched his brows. Kwon Taekjoo stared at Zhenya. He didn’t mean to, but it was simply strange to see someone who was always unfazed and unshaken succumb to his instincts. His heart also raced a bit—the sight must have surprised Taekjoo somehow.
The girthy cock glided out once it was done cumming. Thick cum dripped at its end, leaving white stains on the bed, then on the floor. Taekjoo couldn’t stop scowling. No male would ever appreciate another male marking his territory.