NTH 73

Tsubame’s body stiffened with pleasure as milky semen gushed out from his member, soaking Suhyeon’s hand. Suhyeon then brought his fingers to the space between Tsubame’s buttocks.

“Ah, hyaat!”

As he slowly rubbed the entrance, slick with semen, Tsubame, who had just reached his climax and was panting for breath, cried out in surprise.

“Waiit! I just came, so this feels really weird… ah-heuk!”

Before he could finish his words, Suhyeon thrust his finger in. As soon as the tight opening accepted his finger, the inner walls immediately tightened around it hotly.

“Wait, if you move now, ah, aaht…!”

As Suhyeon moved the finger he had inserted between Tsubame’s buttocks, Tsubame’s body trembled as he clung to Suhyeon. After adding his fingers one by one and sufficiently loosening his backside, Suhyeon asked impatiently, with a voice devoid of any patience.

“Can I enter now?”

Tsubame blinked, and the tears that had pooled in his eyes trickled down.

“Uh-huh, put it in quickly…”

Suhyeon hurriedly spread Tsubame’s legs and pushed his member firmly into the narrow hole. Tsubame, who was gasping for breath as if it was too much for him, reached out his arms.

“Hah, hold me…”

Suhyeon lowered his body, held him tightly, and bucked his hips, thrusting his member in deeper. Tsubame, wrapping his arms around Suhyeon’s neck, arched his back and moaned.

“Ha-eut, aah! Ah!”

Suhyeon began to pound into him quickly and forcefully, as if to pierce right through Tsubame’s body. Every time he thrust in hard, Tsubame shook beneath him, moaning in a hoarse voice. The deeper he went inside him, the more a sense of possession, with no discernible origin, rose like smoke and seeped into Suhyeon’s chest.

This boy is mine now.

I will never let him go back to that bastard.

He is mine.

The morning after he first slept with Tsubame, Suhyeon gave all the employees in the house a two-day vacation he had planned beforehand. He promised the worried Abeom and the driver, Mr. Park, that he would not step a single foot outside the house until they returned.

Left alone in the large mansion, Suhyeon and Tsubame stuck together all day long like the last people left in a world that had ended.

In the bedroom, in the drawing room, while drinking tea, while flipping through newspapers, while listening to the sound of rain falling on the garden pond, while taking a bath in hot water drawn in the hinoki tub.

“You know, I feel like I have shot out a lifetime’s worth of come yesterday and today.”

Tsubame said, with Suhyeon’s enormous member held arduously in his red, swollen hole. Suhyeon, who was hugging him from behind and fiddling with his soft earlobe, replied.

“Then you must be thirsty from the lack of water in your body.”

“How can a person be so persistent? Do you have an ancestor who died early without getting married?”

“I do not know. Why is that?”

“That bastard could have become a lustful ghost and possessed you. Do you not sometimes feel a chill on the back of your neck?”

“Not a chance.”

“Then when on earth are you going to pull this out?”

“Just one more time.”

“Wow! You rutting beast! You are not tired even after doing it so relentlessly?”

“Not at all.”

“Excuse me, I have been a bit curious from the beginning, how old are you this year?”

“Thirty.”

“Older than I thought. Why are you not married yet? For someone like you, wouldn’t ladies from good families be lining up?”

“They line up endlessly.”

“Then why do you not have a lover either?”

“Because right now, I do not have the leisure to care about other things.”

Reclaiming his country was the priority. As he built a family and had more to protect, as the number of beings he never wanted to lose increased one by one, he knew he might become more fearful.

Suhyeon lacked the confidence to endure watching a beloved family member being held hostage and tortured.

“To think that you are using that handsome face and unbelievable body on a dark-skinned man, it is truly a deplorable matter for the women who would be lining up for ten li.”

When Tsubame spoke in a tone of genuine disbelief, Suhyeon grabbed his chin, pulled him sharply, gave him a short kiss on the lips, and retorted.

“Then shall I try to get you pregnant today?”

“Are you drunk?”

“Seeing as you are chattering away, you must have rested enough. I am moving again.”

“No, wai-, wait… ah-heut!”

Grabbing Tsubame’s thighs and pulling them apart, Suhyeon thrust his member in frantically, feeling an indescribably fulfilling satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Tsubame, who could not hold out for long and came with a gush of clear fluid, was simply amazed.

After having sex with Hayashi Ryomu, he would feel completely drained, as if all the blood had been sucked out of his body, and only a sense of emptiness remained. It was not just because Hayashi did not spend a long time on foreplay, gently caressing or kissing Tsubame and loosening him up like Suhyeon did.

After being held by Hayashi, he would feel as if he had become a person with only the shell left, the core completely stolen. Since he had not experienced anyone other than Hayashi, he had thought that was just how intercourse was supposed to be.

But sex with Suhyeon was not like that. His body ached physically from the long, drawn-out lovemaking that was almost persistent, but after it was over, he felt a vitality sprouting from within his body instead.

Despite that, whenever Hayashi Ryomu suddenly came to mind, Tsubame’s chest felt hollow and sore, as if a part of his soul had been torn away. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not understand with his head what aspect of Hayashi he was missing.

When Suhyeon finally reached his climax and his semen spread hotly inside Tsubame’s belly, Tsubame felt a warm and strong energy filling him up. He liked it so much that he even stopped Suhyeon when he tried to scrape the semen out of his body, saying that leaving it in could cause a stomachache.

If he could, he honestly felt like he wanted to bear this man’s child.

And so, without understanding why, Suhyeon and Tsubame continued to carve each other into their bodies until the night was deep.

“We must search that man’s house, Dasukawa Shuhei’s.”

Hayashi Ryomu said to President Matsuuchi with a hardened expression. Matsuuchi, frowning deeply, replied with displeasure.

“So you are doing this just because of Tsubame. Does it make any sense to search the house of a big shot like Dasukawa just because one servant boy, no better than a beggar, has disappeared?”

“On the day he disappeared, Tsubame was tailing Dasukawa under my orders. It must be that Tsubame witnessed something important, and to silence him, Dasukawa caught him and has him locked up.”

“Did you see it? Did you see Dasukawa capturing Tsubame with your own two eyes? That is just your speculation, is it not.”

“Dasukawa is definitely a source of funds for the independence army. If we dig just a little, a whole chain of them will come out. Before he escapes overseas, we must immediately contact the Jongno Police Station and have them search his residence.”

“You, do you not know why Dasukawa came to see me? He is preparing to build Shinhwa Tailors in the most expensive spot in Jongno. And it is a three-story standalone building. Do you think a person preparing such a business would run away overseas?”

“He can just have someone trustworthy manage Shinhwa Tailors and say that he himself is going to an overseas branch of the parent company, Shinhwa Textiles.”

“Do not try to force a connection.”

“From what I have personally investigated, although he is excellently disguised as a pro-Japanese collaborator, Dasukawa Shuhei has more than a few suspicious points. Have I ever once brought you wrong information, Mr. President?”

At Hayashi’s words, Matsuuchi, who blinked his toad-like eyes, asked back without hiding his displeasure.

“What will you do if we search Dasukawa’s house thoroughly and Tsubame is not there? What if he has already been moved somewhere else or killed and buried on a mountain?”

At that, Hayashi said with a vile smile.

“That is absolutely not the case. I can be sure of it, staking my own life.”

It was a conviction with reason.

If the host, Tsubame, were to die, Hayashi, of all people, would be the first to feel it. Tsubame was definitely nearby, and preposterously, he was giving his heart to someone other than Hayashi. While he was growing weaker from not being able to draw energy from Tsubame, Tsubame was shamelessly having intercourse with another man and filling his weakened body with that man’s vital energy.

Considering the circumstances, the only likely suspect was Dasukawa Shuhei.

President Matsuuchi, who had been lost in thought for a moment, said in a calm tone.

“Look here, Hayashi. Let us think about this calmly. As you know, Dasukawa is no ordinary young man. His family is so deeply loyal to the Great Empire of Japan that even fellow Joseon people are appalled, are they not.”

“That is true, but…”

“Even if Shuhei is imprisoned after it is revealed that he gave some alms to the independence army out of a young man’s foolish whim, he will be provided with all sorts of conveniences and live a luxurious prison life.”

“…”

“Considering the future loyalty his family will show to Japan, it is far more profitable to just pretend to punish him lightly and let him out quickly, rather than torturing and killing Shuhei, Chairman Dasukawa’s eldest grandson and heir.”

“But, Mr. President!”

“So, just give up on him and leave him alone. As for a servant to replace Tsubame, if you bring a suitable boy, I will hire him without any complaint, so be aware of that.”

That was out of the question. Hayashi’s target was, of course, not Dasukawa, but Tsubame, who was hidden in his fortress-like house. To President Matsuuchi, Tsubame might be a Joseon kid more insignificant than a grain of sand on the seashore, but to Hayashi Ryomu, he was a being who held his lifeline.

It was obvious that the more Tsubame became Dasukawa’s lover and lived comfortably under his protection, the more Hayashi would lose his strength and wither away. It was the fate of a parasitic being to find survival itself impossible if its host was stolen by someone else.

Still, Hayashi Ryomu had believed he had one last place to lean on.

Resonance. The feeling a host whose soul is being devoured feels for the parasitic soul.

If a host and a parasitic soul meet in a reincarnated life and have intercourse, and then the time they are physically distant or separated increases, it becomes progressively harder for the host to endure the emptiness, as if a hole has been pierced through their chest. In severe cases, the host might even take their own life, so after sufficiently draining energy in one life, the parasitic soul could deliberately go into hiding to lead the host to a quicker death.

Therefore, Hayashi had held on, thinking there was a possibility that Tsubame might not be able to overcome the feeling of resonance and would escape from Dasukawa’s house to meet him. He had never imagined that Tsubame would dare to sleep with Dasukawa and even give him his heart.

“I understand, Mr. President. Will you be stopping by the Bosingak area today as well?”

Hayashi hid his true intentions for the time being and asked the president with the expression of a loyal subordinate. That day was a Thursday. President Matsuuchi would go to Cheongsugwan to see the gisaeng Kaori every Thursday, using the excuse of a businessmen’s meeting.

“I must. If there were no Thursdays in the world, I would have no will to live.”

“Mr. President, you have many dealings with government officials and could be targeted by enemies as an important figure, so please always be careful.”

“Do not worry. The customers there are all in high positions, so they maintain strict silence about whatever they see or hear there. The workers are no different from blind, deaf, and mute vermin.”

“The lowly ones are bound to open their mouths in pursuit of immediate gain when cornered.”

“Nonsense, I told you not to worry so much. Do not ruin the one pleasant day of the week for me. I will be heading out now, so you just make sure to close up the shop properly.”

Bowing at a ninety-degree angle to Matsuuchi as he left the president’s office, Hayashi thought that he now had no choice but to move himself.

“Are you sure you will be alright? You might run into Matsuuchi, you know. It bothers me that he knows your face.”

“That man does not remember the faces of servants like me one by one. How could he possibly recognize me dressed like this? Do I look the same to you now as when I was shining shoes at the entrance of Matsuyama?”