“…Do you want to strangle me?”
He willingly offered his neck to him who applied force without answering. He added, whispering only with his lips without making a sound. ‘Do it.’ Even as his skin crumpled under the grip and it became gradually harder to breathe, Andrea instead enveloped the back of his hand from above and whispered.
“Grip tightly.”
Icanoth’s hand touched Andrea’s neck as if clawing, blocking his windpipe. He strangled his neck like a lifeline. And yet, below he was accepting sadistic movements.
“Ha—”
Strangling his neck felt like Andrea’s heart was pounding under his hand. Wanting to crush it just like this—while watching his face reddening from inability to breathe, Icanoth gathered strength in his hands but simultaneously couldn’t even open his eyes from the pleasure Andrea was giving him. The world was flickering.
Yet he wasn’t just passively receiving the thrusting from below. His lower waist moved as it pleased, guiding the cock to better places. His cock reached beyond the points that caught inside his body…
“Go…ha, aht… uhuungh. Good… ah, ahu…!”
Supreme ecstasy unfolded. Like paint spread on water, the world melted completely and returned to its original state. In a short time, such things happened countless times. As if all the previous pleasure had left a clone inside his body and pooled there, it was greater than the sum of all previous pleasures. From their joined private parts, vivid pleasure repeatedly rose, disappeared, and reappeared. Any rejection was useless before it.
“It feels good, Icanoth…”
When Icanoth pounced on him wanting even more, Andrea didn’t reject him even with his windpipe gripped. The glans again blocked the space soaked with semen. While pounding inside, things not fully swallowed spurted from the private parts. The end of the sexual relationship Icanoth remembered was the scene of semen rushing out all at once as his cock, which had shown its outline on his lower abdomen, withdrew.
From some point, he was watching Andrea who was silently looking down at him as he lay motionless, only blinking his eyes. He carefully picked up his body, and didn’t forget to kiss or preciously caress him. Unlike the cruel time, actions filled with love continued briefly.
“…”
During such actions, Andrea whispered some words like an incantation, but Icanoth’s ears, with all senses dulled, couldn’t pick up the other person’s voice from the silence.
What happened afterward is blurry. It seems he spent a long time lying in bed. Andrea was there too. Not moving otherwise and just staring at him, he couldn’t avoid it. His eyes closed.
The last time I opened my eyes, the bathtub was close. As my body fell into the water, my consciousness sank into another kind of sleep. A long sleep settled on my tormented body.
## 8: Bad Love
I clearly remember the day I first saw Andrea.
He was like a person sculpted from ice that wouldn’t melt even under the sun. It wasn’t because of his unrealistically handsome appearance. Despite clearly having the appearance of a person and wearing a caring smile, he was like that. Only after shaking hands did I feel that he was a person with body temperature.
‘My name is Andrea Carp.’
It was truly a fitting name. The people of the Carp family, who once reigned as kings in this land and still exert influence as rulers of the city. And the dominant alpha who inherited that surname. Andrea Carp.
‘I’m Ran Icanoth.’
‘Whether seen in writing or heard directly, your name is magnificent, Icanoth-ssi.’
‘What?’
‘It’s a good name. It suits you.’
The moment he first saw me, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and wore a cold smile. Did I think that as I looked at him, it felt like the coldness was transferring to my skin? Or did I think the opposite, that he was a gentle person? What’s certain is that I too showed a smile I didn’t usually wear when looking at him. When I did that, Andrea’s smile became even more distinct.
‘I look forward to working with you.’
Yes. I have such memories.
Now I know that it was a first button that seemed well-threaded but was actually a mess. What did Andrea think when he first saw me? I can’t guess his thoughts.
“…”
Andrea’s face, seen in the dream, gradually darkened. As the hazy sensations also slowly became clearer, I returned to reality. The dream was over. My eyelids opened naturally. After half-raising my body and looking around, I found Andrea where sounds were coming from. He was wearing clothes quite similar to those from our first meeting. White shirt, black slacks, dark loafers extending below the ankles. After my gaze went down to Andrea’s feet and back up, the eyes that had been on the book were directed toward me.
“Good morning, Icanoth.”
“…Andrea-ssi.”
On Andrea’s neck, extending above the shirt, dark red marks remained here and there. The guess that if I placed my hand there, it would roughly match, wasn’t very pleasant.
“Do you need anything?”
My gaze went to his hands. My throat was burning with thirst. I murmured, water.
“Ah, water? Wait a moment.”
An ice sculpture holding an ice pick, breaking ice.
Though it’s an absurd imagination, Andrea breaking ice looked like that. He filled a cup with broken ice and water, then handed it to me. I received the cup without much thought and tilted it to my lips. Andrea sat beside me and inhaled deeply. He was smelling my pheromones.
“I was wondering if there would be changes soon.”
“What changes?”
“Unfortunately, it seems you’re not pregnant. There’s no change in your pheromones.”
“You’re taking birth control pills separately, Andrea-ssi.”
“Yes, that’s right. I just wondered.”
“While you’re always taking them.”
A hollow laugh escaped me. With both of us taking birth control pills, what would be the probability of pregnancy? Though he was dominant, I was recessive. The odds are terrible. Above all, Andrea doesn’t want a child between him and me. He was always using contraception. It was just that I disliked it. Me, who hated taking morning-after pills. Me, who hated putting Andrea’s child in my belly.
“It’s too early for a child between us. After I monopolize you for a long time… I might feel like conceding a little to a child.”
Even while dismissing it as nonsense, I found myself questioning. Just why, why are you doing this to me?
Looking at Andrea, who was gazing at me with extremely affectionate eyes, made me nauseous. My stomach hurt. It felt like my body was shattering into pieces, and at least my heart seemed to be doing so. Nevertheless… I had something to ask. The question that had been pooling only in my heart finally showed itself, unable to hold back any longer.
“I have something I want to ask.”
“Anything you ask.”
“I want to know… why you’re doing this to me.”
“Continue.”
“Bjorn had an inferiority complex toward you, Andrea-ssi.”
“That’s right. No cousin had as much of an inferiority complex toward me as him. Though it was a game where he couldn’t compete from the beginning, Bjorn didn’t know how to give up.”
Even for me, who only watched from the side, it was quickly noticeable, so Andrea, who was the subject of the pouring inferiority complex, couldn’t have not known it. After taking a quick deep breath, I hastily continued speaking. However, my words didn’t come out as calmly as my thoughts. With my thoughts unorganized in my head trying to come out, I kept rambling. Nevertheless, I pulled out what I had been thinking all along and continued.
“You too, because you disliked Bjorn. So.”
“Me disliking Bjorn?”
Did he think that Bjorn, whom he could strangle at will, had taken away his secretary? Wasn’t that what he disliked? Andrea, who had been just listening silently, only answered after I barely finished speaking.
“Everyone seems to think so. But I don’t dislike Bjorn. If I had to say, I rather like him. Even now.”
“That’s a lie.”
“And, what’s important now isn’t that. That’s not what you’re curious about, right?”
His sigh was like thunder. After sighing once, Andrea immediately pulled up the corners of his mouth.
“Isn’t that so? Ran is doubting my love.”
“What…?”
I should have covered my ears instead of stupidly asking back. Andrea’s laughter, making shallow sounds in the silence, swept over coolly. Feeling a chill I hadn’t known before, I retreated from him, but the distance between him and me didn’t increase by just a few steps.
“I think I roughly know what you’re thinking. But Bjorn has nothing to do with it. He doesn’t hold much significance to me. He’s no different from the cousins who are annoyingly numerous.”
“What are you saying right now?”
“Ran. I’m telling you that I love you.”
“Are you saying that everything you’ve done to me is because of that?”
“If not for that, why would I commit such troublesome acts?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
