Taekjoo slapped Zhenya’s elbow in a desperate bid to break free, but it was futile. Zhenya’s outstretched arm didn’t budge at all, and Taekjoo paid brutally for the failed attack—the hard blade of Zhenya’s hand slammed into the center of Taekjoo’s torso. Taekjoo felt his insides flip. His stomach twisted as if it were being torn apart. It lasted only a split second, but it was enough to send cold sweat coursing over him, and his vision went dark. The pain in his lungs was so intense that it crushed his will to fight back. He was on the verge of collapse.
Is this how I’m going to die? Here? Like this?
Taekjoo had survived countless life-threatening missions. He’d been through situations far worse than this and still made it out alive. He never gave up, whether trapped in a crashing plane, at the heart of an explosion, or deep beneath the ocean. He had always pulled through. But now, he braced for his end. I can’t get out of this one. Taekjoo knew it as fact.
He looked at Zhenya through his dimming vision. There was no emotion on Zhenya’s face. It had turned into the face of a stranger. Is he really Psikh Bogdanov? Maybe this is just another of his twisted pranks. Taekjoo clung to the hollow thought.
A vein pulsed on his smooth forehead. His eyelids quivered involuntarily. His mind must have sensed the end, screaming sirens inside his skull. His eyes felt like they would burst from the pressure. Taekjoo parted his trembling lips. His voice was strained and barely audible.
“Are you... Are you really—”
“Yes, I am.”
Zhenya hammered the final nail in. Taekjoo almost laughed. Not because he didn’t believe it, but because it made so much sense. The jerk had blended into the Bogdanov family effortlessly. He had access to wherever he pleased. Just like Psikh Bogdanov, Zhenya had an intimate grasp of the defense industry. Taekjoo should have known it when he saw Zhenya’s armory stocked with state-of-the-art weapons. Even excluding these, there were so many signs he’d missed. He shouldn’t have trusted the information from headquarters so blindly.
A self-deprecating smile tugged at Taekjoo’s lips. It turned into a chuckle, and he laughed despite the lack of oxygen. His bloodshot eyes and trembling mouth curved into a grin.
Zhenya’s indifferent look finally cracked, replaced by an unfathomable smile. The change was subtle, barely visible. He released his grip and let go of Kwon Taekjoo.
“Haaa, ha, ah...”
Taekjoo gasped and coughed.
His airway was suddenly clear. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he gulped down air, driven by sheer instinct. He inhaled too fast, which triggered more coughing. His face stayed red—first from the lack of oxygen, now from the violent coughing. As he watched Taekjoo wheeze, Zhenya lifted his pant leg and drew the dagger strapped to his ankle.
He turned the sharp blade slowly before Taekjoo’s eyes. It was a clear threat, and the message was that removing an eye meant nothing to him, an easy task. The dagger hovered vertically above Taekjoo’s pupil. The tip moved with chilling precision, almost touching the eyeball. Zhenya didn’t blink once the entire time.
Taekjoo’s coughing seemed like it would never end, but eventually, it did, and instinct took over his body right after. Zhenya smirked as he stared at Taekjoo, who was completely still, frozen in place.
Zhenya bit down on the blade, holding it between his teeth as he pushed his knee under Taekjoo’s waist. Zhenya’s solid thigh lifted Taekjoo from the waist down into the air. He used the dagger to rip through Taekjoo’s clothes. Nothing slowed Zhenya’s hands. He tore through Taekjoo’s underwear, the blade grazing skin and drawing blood. But Taekjoo, panicked and overwhelmed, was in no state to feel the pain.
Taekjoo heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, followed by something heavy pressing against his thigh. It was Zhenya’s massive penis, already hard and erect, its tip grazing Taekjoo’s skin. The cock was relentless as it barreled forward, pushing up against the firm muscle of Taekjoo’s thigh. Zhenya reached down and adjusted the position, guiding it between Taekjoo’s ass cheeks. The tip of his cock was flushed and red, pulsing like a living thing driven by an insatiable urge. The slit at the tip twitched and flared with excitement. Taekjoo realized what was happening just as the thick shaft pressed against his hole.
Taekjoo, alarmed, started thrashing and flailing in resistance. But it was no use because Zhenya pushed him down and drove his cock in. The thick piece of flesh chafed against the dry hole, which obstructed the penetration. Zhenya sucked his index finger and used his spit on it as lubricant to stretch the hole. Then, he resumed pushing in. Finally, the tightly creased hole widened and slowly swallowed the round, fat head.
Zhenya yanked his finger out and pinned Taekjoo’s shoulders with both hands. Then he slammed his hips forward, burying his cock to the base.
“...!”
The pain was beyond words. The agony of being penetrated was unlike anything Taekjoo had ever experienced. His eyes widened in shock from the pain before twisting into a grimace. Taekjoo’s ass cheeks quivered, having been forcibly filled with a monstrous piece of flesh. It felt like a steel pole had pierced him through the center of his body. He felt burning pain deep in his stomach. He also felt something dripping. Whatever it was, it trickled down along the gigantic shaft and dampened the bush at its base.
The hole was not ready for penetration, and it became too tight as its muscle contracted from shock. Zhenya scowled and clicked his tongue. The hole clamped down on his cock so tightly that it constricted the blood flow and dug into the skin. A vein bulged in Zhenya’s smooth forehead. He should pull out if it were so painful, but he was in no mind to do such a thing.
Instead, he slouched forward and whispered cruelly.
“If you figured out what’s going on, you better shake your ass. Who knows—maybe I’ll feel generous and let you live.”
The patch of skin beneath Taekjoo’s eyes trembled from the humiliation. Uncontrollable rage erupted from the pit of his stomach. Taekjoo could rip and shred Zhenya to pieces, and that still wouldn’t be enough to bring him peace.