4. The Trans-Siberian Railway #3
Suddenly, he felt someone staring at him from the side.
A police officer of the inspection team was gazing at him.
Did he notice something suspicious? Feeling like the guilty party, Taekjoo grew uneasy.
He moved his eyes away in the most natural way he could, but even after some time, he could feel the stubborn gaze.
It did not leave him—not even once. Something didn’t feel right.
The inspection continued all the way to the bathroom. They pulled the showerhead from the wall and even disassembled it. They searched through the flooring and bedding before finally leaving the compartment. Taekjoo couldn’t stop himself from letting out a sigh of relief.
But then, the door opened again. One of the officers was back, the one boring a hole in Taekjoo earlier. Zhenya and Taekjoo looked at each other, clueless.
The officer ordered them to face the wall and stand straight.
It was unexpected, but there was no need to cause unnecessary noise, so they did as they were told.
The officer started with Zhenya. He patted Zhenya down from the shoulder, chest, and waist all the way down to his ankles.
Then, he finished the search by lifting Zhenya’s arms.
It was Taekjoo’s turn. He placed his hands against the wall.
Taekjoo could feel the officer’s gaze on his back, but he pretended not to notice.
The officer went down on one knee and began patting Taekjoo from bottom to top, starting with his ankles.
The officer’s hands circled around his ankles before brushing up along his legs.
The hands roamed up the knees and thighs, lingering around the crotch.
This was certainly different from the quick search he’d done on Zhenya.
The higher the hands climbed, the more suggestive the search felt.
The officer kneaded Taekjoo’s ass and discreetly brought his waist closer.
Then, he reached out forward, touching the tight abs on Taekjoo’s body, tickling the muscle with his fingers.
Finally, the officer’s hands latched onto Taekjoo’s thick chest.
Taekjoo held his breath and stared straight ahead, which the officer mistook as a sign of excitement. Taekjoo thought he heard Zhenya’s chuckle.
“Your hands...”
Taekjoo hung his head and began mumbling. His voice was barely audible, muttered in Korean. Neither the officer nor Zhenya caught what he was saying. Taekjoo’s hands, which had been placed against the wall, balled up into fists.
“Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch!”
Taekjoo yelled, grabbing the officer by the collar. His fist was raised, ready to land a blow on the man’s face anytime. The officer squeezed his eyes shut and hunched his shoulders, but the expected blow never came.
The man took a peek and gulped. He found Taekjoo’s fist—knuckles white—trembling right in front of his nose.
Taekjoo’s expression made it clear he was deeply offended by the sexual harassment.
His stare was sharp enough to kill a person.
Taekjoo, holding back his anger as much as he could, finally let go of the officer, who hurried to run away.
“I think he’s very into you.”
Zhenya chuckled, mocking the furious Taekjoo. Taekjoo responded by throwing the nearest book he could grab. Zhenya caught it effortlessly and put it back where it was. Knowing Taekjoo was watching him, Zhenya didn’t miss the chance to make fun of him again.
“He looked quite fair with a nice figure. You could’ve pounded him, you know—like you just couldn’t resist. I know you’re pent up.”
“You’re the one to talk, pretty boy.”
“Oh? Am I your type?”
“Stop. You’re gonna give me nightmares.”
Taekjoo gnashed his teeth. Zhenya was all smiles, which kept annoying Taekjoo. Taekjoo glared at his partner, then began tidying up the mess around them.
Soon, the train began moving again. Taekjoo was done organizing in that short time. He picked up a random book to read.
After some time, someone’s phone started vibrating. It was Zhenya’s. After checking the caller ID, Zhenya stepped out.
This wasn’t the first time he was doing this.
Whenever he got a call, he would take his phone and take the call outside, where Taekjoo wasn’t around.
If it wasn’t mission-related, it was personal.
But even so, he was being too cautious. The only thing he shared with Taekjoo was information related to their mission, nothing ever about himself.
Had he been just another ordinary person, Taekjoo would’ve lost interest long ago. But he wasn’t, and Taekjoo simply couldn’t.
“...”
He put down the book he was reading. He opened the door slightly and took a peek through the gap. He spotted Zhenya out of the corner of his eye. Taekjoo couldn’t hear the conversation because Zhenya was too far away, but he could see the serious look on his face.
Zhenya was alone—he didn’t have to put on an act anymore. Whoever he was talking to, he no longer had to pretend to be the fun, pleasant partner he was with Taekjoo. His voice was monotonous, his usual grin nowhere to be seen.
No one would find him inviting. Everybody would be better off staying away. All Taekjoo could do right now was hope that they would complete the mission as soon as possible and get Zhenya out of his life as quickly as possible.
“...!”
Taekjoo was about to turn away when he stole one last glance at Zhenya—only to find him looking right back. Taekjoo froze, caught off guard. Zhenya simply stared for a moment, then curved his lips into a smile—a fake, plastic one. Taekjoo looked back grimly before turning away.
Zhenya returned to the compartment. All the while, Taekjoo had been busy coming up with an excuse. But Zhenya didn’t bring it up. Rather, he acted like nothing had happened, and that bothered Taekjoo. It felt like playing a game where the other player was letting him win on purpose.
***
It had been a full day since they boarded the train, and Hong Yeowook hadn’t moved once the entire time. He left his seat only three to four times, and even those short breaks lasted between five to ten minutes.
While Hong went to the restroom, Zhenya installed a surveillance camera. Hong had no clue about its existence, where it was, or how it had been planted there. Thanks to this nifty little trick, Taekjoo didn’t need to snoop around all day.
But as soon as one problem disappeared, another arose. “Ah... ah.”
Zhenya’s libido knew no time and place. It wasn’t even the same woman from the night before, the train attendant.
The one swaying in the bastard’s arms looked quite familiar, actually.
It was another train attendant Taekjoo had seen when he patrolled the second-class train to check on Hong.
Yesterday, she was in charge of the first-class compartments.
Today, she was assigned to the second-class.
Was Zhenya planning to rail every attendant on board before getting off?
It was just past three in the afternoon.
Taekjoo had a book open and was trying his best to focus on it.
It was useless, of course. It was too bright in the day.
Taekjoo didn’t have to look to see. Taekjoo understood that Zhenya didn’t know the meaning of shame.
But what about the woman? Did she have no shame as well?
The more Zhenya did it, the more Taekjoo gritted his teeth and held himself back.
He was determined to stay. They could have sex anywhere, but choosing to do it here was no different from declaring war.
Zhenya might even be a freak who got off on people’s shock and confusion.
Whatever it was, Taekjoo had no intention of playing along with any of it.
His mind was wandering, but he gathered himself. Thankfully, the book was interesting enough to help Taekjoo tune out his surroundings.
“Mmmhh... Aaaaaahh...”
However, the two hedonistic heathens did not leave their innocent witness alone.
The woman, who’d been squeezing the pillow and clawing at the air, pushed the table.
The bottle on top of the table rolled to the side and fell down, breaking into pieces.
The vodka inside soaked the floor. Some of it even splashed onto Taekjoo.
Taekjoo looked down at his wet pants before looking up. Zhenya’s eyes met his.
“...”
“...”
Taekjoo never imagined Zhenya would feel sorry for what had happened.
But to make things worse, he had a smirk on his face.
And when Taekjoo scowled, Zhenya even licked his upper lip lazily with his cherry-red tongue.
Taekjoo’s eyes involuntarily chased after the red, wet piece of flesh.
The bastard seemed to have noticed it, seeing how a smug smile spread across his face.
Right after that, the woman was pushed onto the table.
She squirmed, trying to get up. Zhenya pushed her neck back down, then, he lifted her abdomen to match the level of his.
The woman had already been on her toes. Now, the legs dangled in the air.
Her blonde locks spilled over the edge of the table, almost touching Taekjoo.
There was no space in the compartment for Taekjoo to move to. And Zhenya resumed his thrusts.
The action was done with such force that the sound of slapping flesh filled the space.
It no longer resembled the sound of human flesh clapping against each other.
The table under the woman clunked like it would break any moment.
Zhenya’s rhythmic movement occasionally varied.
He would pull out all the way and push in deep, and every time he did it, the woman lost herself and moaned like she was going to die.
Taekjoo was sick of them. He finally opened his mouth to say a word.
“Hey—”
“AAAAAAAHHHH!”
He didn’t get to finish his complaint. He tried to speak, but the woman’s moan drowned out his voice.
She was already shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, but Zhenya didn’t stop.
He kept digging deep and hard. The woman was barely able to breathe, trapped between the table and the bastard.
This was beyond tolerable. Taekjoo chose to leave.
But right at that moment, Zhenya pulled the woman’s body up from behind, and the motion caused her unbuttoned shirt to fall open.
A pair of soft, fair breasts filled Taekjoo’s vision.
He turned to look away, but it was too late.
The afterimage was engraved in his eyes.
Taekjoo squeezed his eyes shut and tried to suppress his unwelcome urges.
“Oh, hhmmm. Ah—ah, mmmhh.”