48
Does It Have to Be Human?
Only one person in the Security Bureau had the security clearance to disclose Lea Parke’s name. Yes, it was Director Andrea Dill of the Security Bureau. The Department 2 Chief Volkari seemed very worried and considered various aspects, but ultimately requested approval from the director. It took two days for the director’s approval to come through after a long meeting between the director and Volkari. Sebastian complained it was slow, but this speed was almost jet-like within the Security Bureau.
As soon as approval was granted, Department 2 sent documents about Lea Parke. Since the documents could only be read on devices provided by the Security Bureau, Sebastian had no choice but to look at my mobile phone.
“Lea Parke. Unexpectedly. I didn’t know she was Black.”
“Why?”
“I thought they would have chosen a white person, of course, from the perspective of not standing out since there are more white people.”
“She was mostly an agent stationed abroad.”
“It says she’s from Department 2, but isn’t Department 2 domestic?”
“That’s right, but the overseas audit team is under domestic jurisdiction. Even though it’s called an audit team, to conduct audits, they have to infiltrate and observe work, so operation agents go in. The audit team consists of top-tier agents, so Lea Parke is known as an intelligence asset even within Department 2.”
Of course, the name Lea Parke is an alias. The reason they sent a photo with her race, height, and facial features was to verify it was her when securing Lea Parke. Otherwise, all her personal information would have been kept secret.
Sebastian nodded. He didn’t seem interested in digging deeper into Lea Parke, as he examined her photo closely and then returned the phone to me.
Before closing her file, I also carefully examined Lea Parke’s photo. Only after I was confident I could recognize her if I met her on the street did I close the file. Immediately, a notification popped up.
The data has been deleted.
Since the data would be deleted immediately after viewing, I couldn’t see it again. Of course, it’s my duty to ensure this information isn’t recorded or copied anywhere.
If we secure the white sparrow, our deal with the Security Bureau would be concluded. But would Canaris really hand over a Security Bureau agent willingly? I was worried inside while preparing for the video call. Perhaps because my face looked unwell, Sebastian dragged me into the bedroom. I thought he was going to tell me to manage my expression, but suddenly he pulled down my pants.
“What are you…?”
I called out, but he didn’t even pretend to hear. He pushed me onto the bed, and I had no choice but to sit on the edge. It was an unsightly sight – dressed in a suit on top but exposed below, wearing only socks.
“Sebastian?”
“When you said you had a fetish for crying men, I thought it was nonsense.”
I think I might have said something like that. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him cry since then.
As I sat on the bed looking up at Sebastian, he looked down at me and demonstratively licked his lips.
“Now I think I understand that fetish a little.”
“I didn’t cry.”
It doesn’t seem like you understand at all. I didn’t cry.
Sebastian laid me down and lifted my legs. My dick, testicles, perineum, and anus were all exposed. I had the illusion that thick, fishy black water was dripping from his dark eyes as he looked down between my thighs.
“Fuck.”
The curse came out. He hadn’t done anything yet, but my dick were getting hard. I tried to think of something else, but it didn’t work well. Trying not to put strength into it was the best I could do. Still.
Sebastian chuckled. At the moment when I involuntarily twitched my anus, as if it was cute.
“Don’t laugh.”
I waved my arm weakly. Sebastian is not weak. If I wanted to change this position, I’d have to use all my strength and skill, which was impossible. Using techniques against Sebastian would be no different from pointing a gun at him.
“You’ve gotten good at getting it up.”
Sebastian was delighted to see my dick standing erect just from being stared at. He didn’t hide that satisfied smile. Then he moved his gaze a bit lower.
“The back is a little open too.”
“Shut… up…”
“You were so tight the first time we had sex.”
Sebastian’s lips slowly traveled down from my knee along my thigh. A groan of savoring. My head was spinning. My body had already become Sebastian’s domain. Dressing this body in pleasure, washing it, applying body lotion, and dressing it – all of it had become his domain, his pleasure, his right, leaving no room for my interference. Of course, if I refused, his treatment of me like a pet would disappear.
If I refused even once, it would end just like that. You could call it treatment. After that, we would probably have an adult, socially acceptable relationship as if nothing had happened. That might be more sophisticated, dignified, and mature than what we’re doing now, but…
“You’re wet,” Sebastian said.
Sebastian’s lips approached. He licked the dirty place without hesitation. Yes, but this wouldn’t exist. We could never return to this kind of relationship. A relationship where we show our lowest selves, expose our filth, and lick it. No one else can enter this relationship. And unless one of us steps back, there’s no room for the word independence in this relationship. We’re mixed to the point of adhesion.
Sebastian’s tongue entered my anus. Even though just the tip of his tongue had entered, my waist trembled. He licked my anus with his tongue. He licked, rubbed, and spread each wrinkle around the entrance with his tongue. At some point, I was tightening around his tongue. No matter how much I tightened, he would withdraw his tongue from my anus and order, “Open up.” Only after I somehow managed to relax did he insert his tongue again. And if I tightened, he would withdraw again, repeating this process. Before I knew it, I was hurriedly relaxing my anus when he withdrew his tongue, waiting for him to insert it again.
My anus was itchy, hot, and twitching slightly. My insides, already trained for sex, were quivering. Sebastian’s dick was large, and it always hurt when he put it in. But that abuse-like pain was like a precursor to pleasure, so even while in pain, I would go crazy without fail. I could endure the pain, but it was hard to bear trying to relax and open my anus as commanded by the one who had occupied my lower half while desiring the pain. My head was hot with shame.
I can’t, absolutely can’t, take it anymore. I spoke intermittently. It was unclear whether I had spoken aloud or not.
And then the pain I had been waiting for suddenly struck.
Aaaaah—
Despite all the effort put into opening up, it was a rough insertion. A scream burst out. No, maybe I only screamed in my head.
Sebastian climbed up a bit higher with his thing still piercing my body. Every time he did, it felt like something was tearing. It hurt, but it felt good. Ah, fuck. Tears welled up a little. Not because it hurt, but because I felt upset and ashamed that the pain felt good.
“I have a fetish for making you cry,” Sebastian muttered in a hoarse voice. I thought he was joking at first, but looking at his face, he seemed quite serious.
“And you cry when you’re embarrassed. So, I.”
Thud, Sebastian moved his hips. We quickly fell into sex and became skilled at it. Just as I came to enjoy even the pain, Sebastian also became cunning in sex. He pounded into the spot where I felt good and said,
“I’m going to do what embarrasses you the most.”
“I’m not embarrassed by anything…”
Sebastian thrust all the way in with a thud. I could feel his dick swelling greatly inside me and pouring out. My body trembled at the feeling of semen pouring inside. My head swayed greatly. My vision completely disappeared. The sense of transgression felt when semen entered me brought a sense of liberation.
I ejaculated as if being forcibly dragged along. As I ejaculated onto Sebastian’s stomach, Sebastian licked the tears at the corners of my eyes while panting.
“That’ll do.”
I wanted to hit him out of spite, but I couldn’t muster the strength. Especially considering what Sebastian would do next, claiming to remove the semen he had put inside my body.
A relationship that would never return if I said ‘Don’t’ firmly. A cohabitation at rock bottom that would end if I opened my eyes, put on an expressionless face, and spoke seriously.
But the truth is, I quite like this relationship. I like seeing you, who are as noble as when you cry, play maliciously at the bottom. You must have only shown such a side to me.
“Fall in love. Fall in love with someone you like. Have a normal relationship where you become happy or even if you break up, you’re left with good memories. Not a love you’d die without, not one where your life would be ruined without it. Just, fall in love.”
I remember when my father said those words, the nuance was ‘Don’t meet strange people, meet good people and be happy.’
I wonder if my father knew then.
That his son was that ‘strange person’ and the other party was the ‘good person’.
Sex must have been more exhausting for Sebastian, but this noble diamond spoon diligently got up. After roughly tending to his own body, he brought a warm, damp towel and wiped my body. Then he lifted me up and placed me in a bathtub filled with pleasantly warm water. He placed water and a phone on the stand and moved to make the bed presentable enough to show the housekeeping staff.
My father raised me with great care. He taught me to become a righteous person, to always have a high standard of moral values, to view others with compassion and understanding as an independent individual.
But no matter how I think about it, living as the pet of a chaebol man who likes me doesn’t seem bad to me. So what if it’s a bit of an unhealthy relationship, when it’s this sweet? Living an ascetic life isn’t necessarily good for health either. Because my father was a priest, I saw many priests, and they had a lot of anguish too. Some even got cancer from stress. That’s how it is in closed groups. There are enemies within. And internal enemies are much more tiring than external ones. They’re incomparable to external enemies in that you have to live with them. It’s the same for me. I lived diligently as a civil servant, but in the end, I was disposed of by someone like Layer, right? Compared to that, how simple and beautiful this life is… Wait.
Right, we were disposed of. Director Andrea Dill knew that most of Canaris’s members were in hiding. Why were we disposed of, and why was she just watching…
A strange premonition flashed through my mind. A premonition that there might be some connection.
