Chapter 12

When he noticed the damp stain on the seat of her long nightgown where it had gotten wet, Kiril laughed.

“If someone saw, they’d think you got wet from excitement with a d*ck in your mouth that doesn’t even get hard.”

He said this as he wrapped the towel firmly around his waist.

“Mr. Belov, we’re together because our interests are tied. Things like this……”

“You looked uneasy the entire time. You were wondering, weren’t you? Whether I’m really into corpses… or whether I simply don’t get hard for you. Either way, I’m glad you got your answer.”

There were times when his gaze confused her.

Times when she wondered whether that blatant look meant he desired her as a woman.

Like now.

He was looking at her as though he wanted to strip her bare and consume her violently, yet there was no response below.

On the contrary, the man she had faced in her own bathroom with his p*nis hard had at least had a calm gaze.

Now it was the exact opposite.

“I don’t understand you.”

It was impossible to understand someone she had met only about two days ago, but this was the first time she had encountered a man so unreadable.

Which eyes was she supposed to believe?

The eyes that had shown no desire at all, or the gaze he had now.

“Don’t you think we’re going to be stuck together for a very long time?”

The intervals at which Lloyd appeared were irregular.

There had even been times when he spent several months circling around her without ever showing himself.

If so, that meant she too might have to spend several months with Kiril.

It was practically the same as saying there was a condition attached that she would have to enter the bathroom with him once every day.

“I have a feeling that’s how it’ll be.”

He whispered like a well-fed predator.

Those words were so sweet and tingling that her body, which had just loosened languidly under the warm water, instantly tensed.

The man did not hide his s*xual appeal.

Like a phantom, or like a plant flaunting brilliant leaves while inside it held a mass of poison, he beckoned.

“I want this to end quickly. With Russia’s intelligence network, can’t you find Lloyd?”

“I don’t much like the idea of me going to find him. What he desperately wants is in my hands, so he should come looking for me.”

That was why, the man was saying, he had presented the asylum documents.

“I’m going to put him on a plane too and fire a missile at it. So that he too will be left with only one scrap of flesh, just about that much.”

It was not a joke.

The man was speaking in complete seriousness.

He was saying that for that, he needed a place like Russia, where he held absolute power.

Because Gayeon wanted Lloyd gone by any means, she could not say much of anything about the method Kiril had chosen.

“Was that person someone precious to you?”

“A person?”

Kiril looked at her as if she had said something strange.

“The person inside that box.”

He looked at Gayeon with an expression that said he truly did not understand.

“It’s not a person.”

“It didn’t seem like a piece of an animal.”

“It’s a pet I raised by feeding it. It’s nothing like a person. Maybe it’s closer to livestock.”

There was not the slightest trace of affection for the one he was speaking of.

He only looked angry that what belonged to him had been destroyed at someone’s whim.

“Mr. Belov.”

“Kiril. If you keep calling me Belov, it feels like you’re calling my father.”

At his words, Gayeon rolled the word ‘Kiril’ around inside her mouth.

Slowly, Kiril’s fingers parted the lips that had held his p*nis.

As he looked at the vivid red flesh inside and that deep dark cave, his lowered eyes glimmered.

“I am curious, though.”

“……”

He did not say what he was curious about.

He only looked at Gayeon’s uneasy face and smiled in a way whose meaning she could not understand.

She could feel his gaze tracing the br*asts hidden beneath her nightgown, and then the curves of her waist and hips.

“Your gaze……”

“My gaze?”

Gayeon said it with Kiril’s finger in her mouth.

To Kiril, the sensation of her tongue brushing between his cold fingers was unfamiliar.

“You keep looking at me like that.”

Liking the feel of her tongue brushing his fingertips, he pressed down firmly, making her clumsy pronunciation spill out.

“It feels like I’m being violated.”

She spoke honestly about how she felt, but the man before her only smiled and did not answer.

“I’ve never violated anyone before. What does that feel like?”

Kiril asked as though he truly wanted to know what was in Gayeon’s heart.

That secretive smile, that selfish behavior that seemed to already know the answer but still insisted on waiting for her to say it.

With his finger still inside, he pressed deeper against the root of her tongue.

Feeling that if it went any farther it would press on her airway, she pushed his hand away with her tongue.

“Does it feel like this going in?”

“Ah……”

“Try sucking more. They say this is more suggestive than sucking a d*ck.”

The slick wet sensation of her tongue against his finger, the small ridges catching at the tips of his nails, strangely stirred his senses.

For some reason, she could not refuse him.

He was very skilled and left no opening.

He was a man who knew how to pull her in just before Gayeon retreated.

Kiril’s beautiful face gradually took on a dangerous intensity.

He looked like someone who had suddenly opened his eyes to a forbidden fruit he should never taste.

“Your hands are warm, and the inside of your mouth is warm too. Is it warm between your legs? Inside too? Is it tight in there, and does wetness run down between the lips like the saliva flowing between your lips?”

The hand patting his back held heat.

It was the hand he had seized and kept pulling along all this time.

Kiril became curious how far that heat extended.

She could tell from the flesh hanging limp between his legs that he was not aroused, so why did his voice sound low and sunken, as though he were excited?

Fearing that at this rate the man might really kneel down and bury himself between her legs to check, Gayeon pushed him with both hands.

She had thought he might not let go, but he retreated obediently.

As she staggered out of the bathroom, she could feel the man following behind.

She climbed onto the large king-size bed and lay down without even thinking to change out of her damp nightclothes.

Her heart was pounding.

The first thing that came to her was the fear that the sound of her heartbeat might be heard by this man with senses like an animal.

From beside her came the rustling sound of the bed sheet sinking under weight.

Gayeon shut her eyes tightly.

“Can I hold your hand while we sleep?”

What they had just done up until moments ago had been something like a s*xual act.

There was no other way to describe it.

To do such a thing with another person, and a man she had met only barely two days ago at that.

She felt as though she had been firmly bewitched by something.

Kiril seemed like a man who knew how to bewitch people.

And yet in the middle of that, asking whether he could hold her hand was ironic.

But this man…… this man……

Suddenly, something occurred to her, and her face flushed as though it were on fire.

Lying on his side, Kiril stared fixedly at Gayeon, who had turned her back to him.

All at once, a small hand stretched back toward him.

Gayeon could not see him, but she could feel that he was laughing low under his breath.

Her hand was caught.

Kiril laced his fingers firmly through hers, trapping her hand, that burning heat, inside his own cold body temperature.

“……Ha.”

Gayeon let out a small breath that sounded like a sigh.

There was only one reason she had offered her hand.

What she had realized was that s*x was not necessarily some ritual of putting into and receiving each other’s s*x organs.

It had not been a simulated s*xual act, but s*x.

She has had s*x with him in the bathroom.