“I… don’t want this.”
Just before their bodies overlapped again, how much courage was needed for that single sentence he barely uttered?
“I don’t want it. Hu. Huuk.”
The greed reflected in Andrea’s gentle expression, as if facing a lover, was fierce. Unconsciously, he covered his body that had become a hunting target.
“…Icanoth.”
Andrea did not welcome his refusal. So he grabbed his weak wrists, fixed them to the bed, and looking straight into his eyes, whispered. The gaze created by his blue eyes hung an invisible thread that strangled his breath.
“Is there anything you can do just because you say you don’t want it?”
The cruel words dropped heavily. Andrea said no more than that. He merely continued to erode Icanoth’s body.
Cutting through the resisting body. Burrowing in. Like pushing off a high cliff.
3: Examination, Machine, and Various Toys (2)
…I think I fainted during the act. Only when my eyelids naturally parted at the sound coming from afar could Icanoth slowly trace what had happened to him.
Still in the hotel. On the bed. Andrea was nowhere to be seen. The blackout curtains were drawn, but seeing the faint white sunlight seeping in, it was morning. My body didn’t feel refreshed at all. My thighs, knees, and ankles were stiff, and my waist ached. My neck also stung. In a word, the worst. As my consciousness became clearer, memories of last night began to creep up.
‘Andrea-ssi, stop… stop… ah—’
Though not certain, there remained a faint memory of crying out beneath Andrea afterward. I tried to push Andrea away with weakened hands, but he smiled, kissed my fingertips, and showed no further mercy. That’s as far as I could remember in any detail. The rest was blurry.
But what use was remembering? My body had exhausted first from the continuous sex, and my consciousness had been cut off. It was a predictable flow. Still, having weak stamina was rather fortunate. Otherwise, I would have had to endure those terrible hours longer.
“…”
Recalling last night brought up something like nausea. As Icanoth bent his waist while coughing, he was startlingly surprised by the foreign sensation felt from below. He had thought Andrea was still inserted inside him, but as confirmed just now, that wasn’t the case. But still—
“What… is this?”
He belatedly noticed that something like a belt was attached to his pelvis. Without even thinking to cover his naked body, Icanoth looked down at himself and was shocked. Something was… inside his body. As he moved, its shape became more apparent, making him feel like he knew what it was without looking. It was like a rod about the thickness of two fingers.
“Ha.”
It was absurd. Bringing his thighs together made the foreign sensation more distinct, which was unpleasant. No matter how sensitive his body was, it shouldn’t have been enough to collapse moaning at this level, but even the slightest movement brought discomfort. The inside itched slightly.
“…Hup.”
Why, something like this.
When he irritably touched the belt, there was a clanking sound. It remained immovable even when pulled. Looking at it closely, its shape resembled a chastity belt, making it even more unpleasant. The leather straps clung tightly to the skin, so it probably wouldn’t show if pants were worn, but the very fact of wearing such a thing was distasteful. As he was sighing and about to pull with both hands with all his strength, Andrea, who had just finished showering, opened the door and entered.
“It would be difficult to remove without a key.”
The content was close to mockery, but his voice was light and gentle as if singing. Icanoth felt ashamed of his appearance reflected to Andrea and unconsciously averted his gaze. Andrea’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he watched this.
“We’ll go to the company like this today, so get ready now.”
“Are you… serious?”
“Do you want to stay at the hotel all day and get fucked instead of going to the company?”
His expression showed no sign of changing his mind.
“That would be fine with me.”
The rod was smooth without any curves and not very long, so it didn’t strongly stimulate the inner walls, but its very existence was uncomfortable. Even while staying still, he would unconsciously grit his teeth, and his head throbbed with displeasure. Icanoth swallowed a sigh mixed with all kinds of emotions and repeatedly gripped and released his pants with his hands on his knees. Anger and sadness about his miserable situation alternately invaded his reason.
But reality didn’t change, and he ended up entering the bathroom wearing that grotesque belt. He wanted to not just wash but peel off a layer of skin. He scrubbed his body several times with a shower ball, rinsed with water, and occasionally rubbed and wiped his eyes as they tried to become wet.
Had he spent nearly 30 minutes in the bathroom? Despite walking being uncomfortable, he made an effort to appear composed as he came out. While repeatedly biting the inside of his lips, trying to feign calmness, his heart shook violently upon seeing him sitting outside.
“Take your time getting ready. We’re already late anyway.”
11:40 AM. It was far too late to go to work. Though Icanoth wondered what meaning work hours had for Andrea, he was always meticulous about time. His gaze fell on the fingers casually tapping a tablet at the table. Without realizing it, Icanoth bit his lip again, then turned around and picked up clothes that were always placed in the same spot. Instead of the suit he wore yesterday, a new set of clothes was laid out. A well-ironed shirt and pants, plus an overcoat to wear on top.
“Please give me the clothes I was wearing.”
The reason he didn’t ultimately say these words that had reached his throat was that he wanted to avoid exchanging even one word with Andrea. Though the reality remained that he had to wear the clothes Andrea had prepared to achieve that, he decided it was better than hearing his voice. He put on the pants first, then the shirt, and finally the overcoat.
“It’s lunchtime now, so it would be better to eat before going in. Is there anything you’d like to eat, Icanoth?”
No matter how good the food offered, dining with Andrea would be worse than chewing bile. Though Icanoth had missed breakfast while sleeping, there was nothing he wanted to eat while facing Andrea. Anticipating such a response, instead of further encouragement, Andrea took his hand.
“…”
When their fingers interlocked, Icanoth couldn’t suppress a shiver, hunching his shoulders before following Andrea, almost as if being dragged.
Eventually, he entered an expensive restaurant with Andrea. There, Andrea had the table filled with vegetables, fruits, and grain-based foods for Icanoth, who couldn’t eat any meat dishes. Though the foods on the table were diverse and suitable for stimulating appetite, nothing went into his mouth easily. He moved his spoon and fork as if cramming food down his throat.
The taste was somehow familiar. Not just the taste, but the composition was recognizable to his eyes.
After finishing the meal and leaving the restaurant, he slowly thought about it and realized these were dishes that Bjorn had often…considering that person who had been considerate of his many dietary restrictions. As soon as that thought occurred, anger toward Andrea, whose fingers were still interlocked with his, naturally followed. It felt like an attempt to cover even his memories with Bjorn with different ones.
‘You seem to get wet more easily today. Does seeing Bjorn after a long time make you wet here?’
Just last night, Andrea had interrogated him about meeting Bjorn. An ominous feeling surged, making him dizzy.
* * *
The constant sense of foreboding caused a mild headache. Icanoth took out a painkiller, which was at the front of several medications he had placed in his drawer—heat cycle suppressants, contraceptives, and painkillers—and tossed it into his mouth. Bailey asked if he was sick, but he brushed it off, saying it was a frequent headache.
“Oh. This. Boton-ssi said it’s due before the end of work hours.”
“What?”
Instinctively extending his hand, he received five file folders from Bailey. Even after taking them, he stared blankly for a while, wondering what they were, before coming to his senses. It was work. Something he had previously done as a matter of course, a routine task.
Andrea assigned this? For some reason, he couldn’t believe the normal work assigned to him. Work that had become unfamiliar since he started being dragged around by Andrea. Bailey said Boton had assigned it, but it must have come down from Andrea in reality. For what reason?
While looking at the unfamiliar work, Icanoth picked up one file folder and stood up to go to Boton.
“…!”
The rod, whose existence he had momentarily forgotten while sitting, made its presence known. It hurt a little. If it had felt good, that would have been even more unpleasant, but the tight sensation wasn’t pleasant either. Though not enough to affect his walking, Icanoth couldn’t maintain a soft expression. Returning to sit at his desk, his expression occasionally contorted as his abdomen ached.
“Ah, this too…”
He sighed while checking reference materials. The headache that had subsided after taking the painkiller began to throb again. Most of the work couldn’t be done just sitting down. Though not requiring field work, it was the kind that needed considerable movement within the company.
By now, he could guess why he’d been assigned work that hadn’t been given before. It must be certain. Putting this thing inside him and fastening that strange belt. He felt nauseated by the perverted taste of making him move around the company in this state. Icanoth bit his lower lip several times until it almost bled, then picked up the documents and rose from his seat.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
