4. The Trans-Siberian Railway #9
He’s gonna eat you alive. Taekjoo’s instincts screamed it, flashing red like flares. He felt like his vision blurred. There was no way to think straight in a situation this absurd.
Louise was gushing and dripping down there, and Zhenya’s giant cock kept driving into her, squelching loud enough to echo. Taekjoo was forced to hear all of it.
The deep, hard thrusts repeated over and over—Zhenya pulling all the way back, then driving in again.
Sometimes the cock slipped, missing its target entirely.
It had already slammed its thick head into Taekjoo’s knees and thighs more than once.
It pounded with a force that felt like it could dig a hole where there wasn’t one.
A few times, Zhenya did it on purpose, brushing the flushed, swollen tip against Taekjoo’s thighs.
Every time Taekjoo was about to protest the suspicious movement, Zhenya acted like he didn’t know what Taekjoo was complaining about.
Zhenya was making fun of Taekjoo, playing with him like a toy.
He knew how to violate someone without directly touching them.
Yes, Louise was there between them, he wasn’t pounding her body—he was pounding Taekjoo’s pride.
Lying there, letting Zhenya shake him, Taekjoo felt more humiliated than actually being fucked in the behind.
“Ah, mmmhh! Ha, ha—aaaahhh!”
Louise struggled to breathe, and soon enough, with a loud thump, Zhenya fell on Louise as she shook like she was electrocuted.
Zhenya pulled out right after. His cock, denied its release, throbbed in protest.
Zhenya put it against Taekjoo’s thigh and began rubbing it hard.
The cock—its tip twitching like it had a will of its own—erupted, and Zhenya’s grip on Taekjoo’s arms tightened.
“Ah….”
Thick cum shot up in the air. Taekjoo turned his face away instantly, but he couldn’t avoid it getting on his eyelids. The viscous fluid slowly trickled down the side of Taekjoo’s face. Zhenya didn’t let go of his wrists until then.
“Oops... My bad.”
He grinned, muttering something that didn’t even resemble an apology.
Taekjoo stared death at Zhenya. Cum clung to his eyelid and seeped into his eye, turning the whole area red.
Taekjoo clenched his jaw so hard that veins started popping up visibly.
His hands balled into tight fists, shaking with rage.
He promised himself that someday, he would kill Zhenya with his own hands.
***
Another day had begun. Taekjoo was just stepping out after washing his face when he heard the announcement say that they would soon be arriving in Irkutsk.
That explained the sudden buzz in the air.
The biggest and deepest lake in the world, Lake Baikal, was the highlight of the Trans-Siberian journey.
It was where most tourists got off, and Louise was no exception.
Zhenya had been nowhere to be seen all morning.
Taekjoo couldn’t understand what could keep him so busy.
Zhenya was supposed to be Taekjoo’s partner, yet he never said a word about where he went.
How was this any different from carrying out the mission alone?
Taekjoo wondered. It felt like nothing but a waste of time.
And speaking of waste of time, Taekjoo recalled what happened the night before.
It soured his mood. Every time the scene replayed in his head, he found himself washing his face again.
However, the unpleasant feeling of being violated did not go away.
It still felt like that sticky fluid was trailing down his cheek.
Zhenya called it a mistake, but it was clearly deliberate.
It was obvious he was looking for a fight, which only made Taekjoo angrier.
Taekjoo clenched his jaw but then started shaking his head.
If he let it get to him, then it was as good as letting Zhenya get to him.
Unnecessary, idle thoughts only lead to failure.
Taekjoo had to maintain his cool whether his partner—more like a nuisance—made him want to scrub his ears and eyes clean.
Taekjoo popped his finger joints as he looked into the surveillance video.
“...!”
He flinched. Hong Yeowook’s seat was vacant. Maybe he went to the restroom. For the past few days, Hong had left his seat a couple of times in the morning to go to the restroom. So Taekjoo just had to wait a bit—Hong would be back soon enough.
But Hong Yeowook didn’t reappear even after a long time. There was no point in waiting any longer. He prepared his Colt and left his compartment.
The corridor of the first-class car was still quiet. Taekjoo expected Zhenya to be taking a phone call out in the corridor, but he wasn’t there either. He had this talent of disappearing at important moments.
Taekjoo put in his earphones as he walked, and a volume controller appeared on his phone screen.
He wasn’t about enjoying a stroll with music.
He set up the device meticulously as he silently brought it close and hovered it over every closed door in the premium and first-class cars.
He tapped the volume button—sounds from the other side came through clearly.
Taekjoo could hear someone sleeping here, someone offering coffee there. But nothing stood out.
He decided it would be better to move on to the second-class compartments and start looking for Hong. He continued walking with the earphones still on.
Most second-class passengers were travelers, who marveled at the endless horizon of snow they were seeing for the first time.
They exclaimed at everything, even at a lone tree standing, and hurried to take a picture.
The hallway jammed with excited tourists.
Taekjoo was barely able to step forward and scan the seats thoroughly.
Maybe Hong had noticed someone following him.
He could be hiding somewhere. The train had been traveling nonstop since last night.
It wasn’t like Hong had flown out or vanished underground.
All Taekjoo had to do was look closely—he’d find him.