“Are you awake?”
Andrea, sitting opposite, had been silently watching Icanoth the whole time. Icanoth vaguely guessed that he had been doing so for quite some time. Unable to gauge how much time had passed, he looked at a distant clock. But not remembering what time he had entered the office, it was useless. Moreover, his vision was blurry, making it impossible to see which direction the hour hand was pointing.
“Since it will take some time for the guest to arrive, I let you sleep… Do you feel somewhat rested?”
“Gu…guest?”
The gaze that looked at his dumbfounded face as if finding it quite lovable was sweet. As he nodded, his bright blonde hair also swayed lightly.
Icanoth shook his head quickly. He couldn’t control his own body and, unable to escape the pleasure, he repeated meaningless actions. During this time, the device was slowly reducing its speed. Glimpsing the remote control in Andrea’s hand, Icanoth went limp.
“Bjorn will be here soon.”
“What…?”
“It should be a meeting you’ve been waiting for.”
After saying this, he attractively pulled up the corners of his mouth. As if making an expression seeking praise, Andrea leaned forward and whispered.
“I’ll permit it just this once. You may have a leisurely conversation.”
Bjorn is coming and will see me like this.
He’ll see me. He’ll realize what Andrea is doing to me. I don’t want to show him this appearance.
“N-no, no…”
The device slowly began to move back and forth. The sound was also noisy. The harsh noise of creaking echoed even louder inside the office. Though sound wouldn’t leak outside the door, it would be immediately noticeable the moment the door opened. Ignoring the wailing from behind him, Andrea turned off “Purified Night” that had been playing on repeat. Icanoth’s pleading became the only music.
“Please, please, no, not in front of Bjorn, I hate… hu, ha, hauk.”
“What should I do?”
The speed of churning inside increased by another level. Though knowing his wrists were tied, his fidgeting fingers only moved on his knees. He could only remind himself that he couldn’t do anything with his own strength.
“Ha… aaangh, hic, huuuu!”
The loosened hole, worn out from the ordeal, tightly squeezed the dildo pressing against the inner walls. It was impossible to distinguish whether he was gripping and holding onto it or trying to push it away. Regardless of where he was stimulated, Icanoth raised his voice. After uncontrollably ejaculating onto the already stained sofa, he begged with an even louder voice. To this, Andrea didn’t respond but merely scanned him with his blue gaze, though he was listening to everything.
“I, ha, a, aah, uuungh. Wrong… I was wrong. Ah, auu, ungh. Ah, ah, please, ple. Ah, ahh, hic. No, uh, uu, aah…!”
Icanoth, who had committed no wrong, desperately begs that he was wrong. If his hands and feet were free, he would have begged with both hands and knelt. He begged, creating wrongs that didn’t exist. That he would never be in the same space as Bjorn again. That he wouldn’t even look at him.
“It’s about time for him to arrive.”
“Bj…Bj, Bjorn in fron, t… don’t, want, please, please, huuk. Any, anything, else, I’ll, I’ll do anything. I’ll do everything. Haa, ah, ah, auugh.”
Eventually, realizing that Andrea wouldn’t listen to his denials and cries of refusal, he tried to compromise. It wasn’t just empty words but sincere. It felt like he could do anything if only he didn’t have to show this state to Bjorn.
“What I want is for Bjorn to see you like this.”
“Please! Ah, ahh, huuk, huup, ah, hu, huaaa!”
What he overlooked was that he was wrong from the beginning. The more he begged while calling Bjorn’s name, the less Andrea would grant Icanoth’s request. Icanoth didn’t know this.
“Uu, hua, ah, ah, ahuu… hic, hi… uuu, ungh, ah… ah…!”
His unfocused eyes wandered through empty space. The fiercely vibrating object thud, thrust in and repeatedly struck below. It wouldn’t be strange if the inner wall came out. The body that felt pleasure was cursed. The moans wouldn’t stop.
“Hii… auu… hic, uuuu—”
Climax was imminent. When the pleasure that washed over his body like a wave gently stepped on his chest, the office door opened.
“No, I don’t want this. Ah, aak!”
At that moment, he ejaculated in a way that was beyond measure. He didn’t have the confidence to meet eyes. Icanoth tightly closed his eyes and turned his head. Andrea pressed a button to stop the machine.
“No… no, don’t, don’t look, hi… ugh. Don’t look, don’t, don’t look at me. Ah…”
But such facts couldn’t significantly impact Icanoth. His brain was completely consumed by the thought that Bjorn would be there if he opened his eyes, making it impossible to make any proper judgment. He didn’t want to meet in this situation, shouldn’t be seen, didn’t want Bjorn to know…
“If you see me, ah, no… way. Huup. Uuu. Ugh.”
He hoped that he wouldn’t look at him. But what he wanted most was.
“Help me, hu… Bjorn, help…”
It was to be helped by him.
The day when he let go of his hand, saying he couldn’t give up the reality he had naturally enjoyed since birth, was vivid, yet paradoxically, he hoped Bjorn wouldn’t abandon him. There wasn’t a day he didn’t want to see him. He drew a future where he would return and rescue him from Andrea.
Above all, the salvation he desired had to come from Bjorn. Only then could he forgive him. Icanoth was still in love with Bjorn. He still remembered everything about him. So—
“…Hic… uup. Hu… ngh.”
Even while crying and gasping for breath, he keenly detected the pheromones of the person who entered the office. It wasn’t Bjorn’s.
“Edik.”
Andrea’s sharp voice called the person standing blankly. He, who had been frozen with a very embarrassed expression, suddenly came to his senses.
“Would you please put that down and leave?”
“…Yes, I understand.”
Edik hesitated, then placed the file he was holding on the table. He deliberately avoided Icanoth’s gaze and walked out of the office with steps that were slightly faster than usual.
Of course, Bjorn wasn’t there.
Because Andrea no longer had any intention of showing Icanoth to Bjorn.
“Do you wish he would help you?”
The twisted gaze scanned the face dirtied with tears. Looking at the beautifully wrecked face, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket. The response to the simple event wasn’t satisfactory. So even while wiping away his tears, Andrea was being spiteful.
“Is it because you think you could forgive him then?”
Unlike the shock conveyed by his words, a gentle whisper reached Icanoth. Feeling sorry for the body that wouldn’t stop trembling as if broken, he finally released the restraints binding his arms and legs and lifted up the white body.
“Do you think Bjorn would help you even if you begged like that?”
“…Bjorn… is…”
“He won’t come.”
At least, he won’t come to take you out of here.
The added words were extremely redundant, but after hearing them, Icanoth soon lost consciousness. It was entirely Andrea’s role to embrace the exhausted body.
4: Bjorn Ashfielden
“It hurts, hu… uuu… ah, ah…!”
The unconscious Icanoth continued to have nightmares. Even while being carried by Andrea to his home, and at that home too. It was a dream where darkness of unknown form covered his body like an evil spirit. It was cold, scary, and painful. He couldn’t remember anything else, but only the sense of pain was vivid, so it seems he suffered severely both during the dream and after waking up. If a blade-sharp knife were to slice through his limbs with a bang, would it hurt this much? While wailing and curling up his body, Andrea raised him up.
“Swallow it. You’ll feel better soon.”
“Huu, ngh… uu…”
“It’s alright.”
Though he didn’t believe Andrea’s words, his mouth moved automatically. The pill placed on his tongue flowed down his throat with water, without time to dissolve. After swallowing, he blinked repeatedly. Before he could even think about wanting to sleep, his eyes closed, and Icanoth slept for a long, long time. This time, he didn’t dream at all, which was accompanied by a slight fear but was paradoxically comforting too. Whenever he occasionally woke up, Andrea would immediately close his eyes for him. When touched by his hand, consciousness quickly sank into the distance.
Later, as if it were a lie, or like a very common scene in a movie, he woke up when white sunlight tickled his eyelids.
Someone was carefully tapping Icanoth’s body. His shoulder, then his arm, tap tap. After tapping, they reached for his face, carefully brushing up and arranging his disheveled hair.
“Did you sleep well?”
His stiff eyelids opened naturally.
“Time to wake up now, Icanoth.”
“…”
“You need to wash up and eat. You’ve slept too long.”
