75
Only Sebastian
We swapped departments with Team 9 of Department 2. Of course, Team 9 of Department 2 resisted. With the Department 1 chief fallen and the likelihood of the next director coming from Department 2 increased, swapping team affiliations was clearly a move to empower the next director. Well, that’s from the perspective of the next director, but for Team 9 of Department 2? They were simply being used and discarded.
Nina Volkari, the Department 2 chief – our chief – who had mobilized everything to save the white sparrow, didn’t even glance at Team 9 going to Department 1. She seemed to think it was just a change of affiliation by the director’s decision, not a matter of life and death.
Department 1, which used to be a gathering place for elite teams, suddenly became a dumping ground for discarded people. Then there was one person I was worried about.
“Are you okay?” I asked Lee, whom I ran into in the hallway, as I handed him a cup of coffee from the vending machine. It was the trendy foreign-style vending machine coffee. Honestly, this sweet coffee didn’t taste much like coffee. It felt more like consuming junk food that’s not good for your body. Alfred Baral would probably have a fit if he drank this, saying “What kind of coffee is this?” But ever since this overly sweet coffee machine was installed in Rotman a few years ago, it’s been incredibly popular. I’ve even seen it in Maderke, not just in the capital, Lumaier. Ah, of course, at that time it was under lockdown, so the vending machine wasn’t maintained and nothing could be drunk from it.
“I’m not okay,” Lee said.
Lee had said he would become the Department 1 chief. That means the director had promised him the position of Department 1 chief. But now that they’ve moved key personnel from Department 1 to Department 2, he must be feeling very upset.
Lee crumpled up his empty paper cup, threw it in the trash, and then grabbed his head with both hands.
“Ah, when will this situation end! I need to drink!”
This bastard?
“It’s been weeks since I’ve had a drink… Ah, I really feel like I’m going to die. I might actually die at this rate.”
“If you really hadn’t had a drink, you wouldn’t be here. You’d be in the hospital or in a coffin. Stop exaggerating.”
“I mean drinking with others! Drinking is about the mood, you know! The taste of the alcohol, the food pairing, the chemistry with the people at the gathering, and… Hey, where are you going?”
I’m the fool for worrying about you.
As I walked away, leaving Lee behind, he shouted, “When this is over, we’re drinking heavily together, okay?!” That bastard, he’s probably saying this to everyone. Why should I drink with him? By that time, I’ll be living with my fiancé, won’t I? No way. I snorted, then had a realization. I turned back and saw Lee looking at me. Suddenly, I saw a flicker of expectation on his face.
“Hey, I’m getting engaged this Sunday. You’re coming, right?”
Lee smiled brightly at my words.
“Of course! But you know you need to give out invitations to get into an engagement party, right?”
Ah, is that so?
I thought it would be fine if all the guests just gathered, but then I remembered Sebastian’s status and the crazy guest list I had invited. “I’ll bring it,” I muttered. And while I’m at it, I should tell him about the assholes, bastards, and sons of bitches who are coming.
As I was leaning against the bathtub, feeling like I’d been fucked rather than having had sex, with my mental state completely wrecked, Sebastian came in after showering. He got in behind me and held me in his arms, leaning against the tub. His bathtub was big enough that we didn’t need to do this, but Sebastian always held me like this. Half out of loving intention, and half out of suspicion that I might slip under without strength.
“You have such a nice personality,” Sebastian murmured, kissing my wet neck. Feeling the disapproval in his voice, I turned my head, and he sucked on my lips. I’m sure we were both terrible at kissing at first… Did he buy some audiovisual materials separately? He seems to be getting better at it on his own as days go by.
“Why are you upset?”
“You said you were quitting the company, but now you’re inviting a bunch of company people.”
“Is it hard to make space for them at the venue?”
Well, I did tell him a bit late. Today was already Thursday. The engagement party was on Sunday, and I asked to add seats on Thursday, so it might be difficult from Sebastian’s perspective.
“I can always make space at the venue. It’s the space in my heart that’s the problem.”
“You have space for those bastards you invited, but not for my company colleagues?”
“Are they such bastards? If they’re bastards enough to have monitored and betrayed someone who kept them alive for years, I’ll cancel right now.”
“It’s not about betrayal, but there is someone who swung an axe at me.”
“That’s a common occurrence, isn’t it?”
That’s strange. Isn’t the axe a bigger deal? And the guys who betrayed me seemed to agonize over it and worry a lot when I got hurt. The guy who swung an axe at me would probably have prayed if he heard I was hurt (though he probably didn’t hear). A prayer like, “Father God, please take this bastard away this time…” Wouldn’t he have even made an offering?
The standards are weird.
While I was tilting my head in confusion, Sebastian chuckled and said, “Come to think of it, I was curious about who they were too.”
“Hey, don’t be spiteful. They’re employees too. They just did what they were told.”
“If they were just following orders, you wouldn’t make that face. That was really your friend. And he did a proper job of monitoring you.”
Sebastian is very good at reading people, and I’m not, so there’s no way I can win an argument with him on this topic. Yeah, you’re right. As I closed my mouth, he kissed my temple.
His fingers caressed my nipples under the water. Crazy. Just being touched makes me erect quickly. I’ll never be able to sleep with a woman again. I smiled a little at the thought. As if I’ve ever slept with a woman before. I’ve never had sex with anyone other than Sebastian.
I didn’t want to have sex.
The idea of exposing our naked bodies to a passing stranger was repulsive. ‘Anyone’ sharing each other’s most vulnerable moments. I’m not that strong-stomached. I also hated eating someone else’s saliva or having other fluids smeared on or applied to my body or eating them. Just the thought made me feel a bit disgusting. So, in fact, I always had a little thought in my mind, ‘Am I doing something wrong?’
I wasn’t wrong. I just hadn’t met the right someone.
Sebastian, who had been playing with his hands, tightly hugged my waist.
“Don’t move your hips. Let’s take it slow.”
“What do you mean, slow… Ah…!”
His hand, which had been caressing my nipples, moved down. Past my solar plexus, touching my navel, and lower. When I spread my legs in anticipation, he laughed against my ear. Even though I knew he was laughing to provoke me, I felt a bit of shame at that laugh. And the shame soon became fuel to ignite pleasure.
Sebastian’s hand wrapped around my dick and gently shook them. As I was panting, looking up at the ceiling with my chin raised, I blurted out what suddenly came to mind.
“I think I like your hand better than mine. But does that make sense? My hand has been with me for 20 years.”
Sebastian burst out laughing at my words. He painfully squeezed my dick for a moment, making me wince and say “Ah,” and then he lightly bit my cheek.
“You wouldn’t control the pace and intensity.”
“No, I do…”
Did I? Didn’t I? It was already hazy. I hadn’t masturbated since I became involved with Sebastian like this. Because my body is his. He has never verbally claimed ownership, but he has claimed it through all his actions. And I liked that. Others might find it strange if they heard, but this slightly crazy state felt like a device that further solidified our bond.
Above all, Sebastian looked happy, and I was satisfied. That’s all that matters.
“You might do it too, but you’re just trying to ejaculate, while I’m trying to please you, so of course the sincerity is different.”
A loud moan escaped as his hand gently stroked my dick, which had been painfully gripped. It felt like it might hurt, or maybe it was ticklish. It’s a sensitive area, so it would have hurt a lot even if he gripped it a little hard, but Sebastian knew exactly how to hold it.
“And what you actually like best is here.”
His hand went down further and caressed the wrinkles of my anus. Because we were in water, he just touched my wrinkles without any viscosity whatsoever. That was enough. It had already been relaxed enough from one round of sex, and after weeks of training, it puckered as if feeling the nuance of insertion.
“I’m not too keen on doing it again.”
Sebastian always ejaculates inside me and then puts water in to make it flow out. I’m used to it now so it’s not as painful, but it’s annoying.
“You mean the enema is troublesome. You like the act itself, don’t you?”
Sebastian snorted. He lifted me up. My body rose over his erect dick. Inevitably, I spread my buttocks myself and put his thing in. I felt the vibration of his laughter through our connected bodies.
Thwack, he thrust up in one go. The impact was even greater because it hadn’t fully entered yet. A scream burst from my mouth, and he laughed again.
“It’s, twitching, a lot, inside.”
“Ah, fuck, slowly… Ugh, ungh!”
Sebastian prioritizes giving me pleasure during sex. In other words, he ignores my minor complaints, and I liked that too. Even though I was expressing dissatisfaction, I didn’t really want Sebastian to listen to my complaints and stop. If I had wanted that, I would have grabbed his hair and made him stop. Knowing that I’m that kind of person, he’s also uninhibited.
He thrust and pounded into me randomly. My vision blurred. The various thoughts I had been having mixed together and then melted away with a white light at the peak of climax. There’s nothing. Here, there’s only Sebastian.
It was very, satisfying.
