Even if he had to go to Berlin, he didn't want to go with a feeling of uncertainty.
"..."
As Jeong Taeui stared unblinkingly at Ilay, Ilay stared back at him. Finally, Ilay sighed
reluctantly and said, – "This year is very important for Tarten."
Taeui blinked at him.
He knew that. The succession day he had heard about hundreds of times at Tarten was
approaching.
"This is also the time to select one of the candidates nurtured for over twenty years and the
year that the long-term debt relationship ends."
"Debt relationship…?"
"Tarten has quite old debt."
Taeui looked at him blankly. He remembered hearing about this debt.
However, he still couldn't understand why he had to return to Berlin.
"The head of Tarten, no matter how he looks, is very ambitious. He has great ambitions for
building the family business and has greatly developed the foundation built by the previous
generation. Under his leadership, Tarten has advanced significantly. Previously, Tarten was a
rather good private intelligence organization but not particularly outstanding. However, after
he staked everything and succeeded in the intelligence field, almost nowhere in the world
could compare."
Ilay continued speaking as if it were nothing significant. While talking, he skillfully probed
into the lower region of Taeui as if chatting while working.
Sometimes, seemingly intentionally—No! He definitely intentionally created squelching
sounds by rubbing against the wet, lewd areas inside. Each time he heard that sound, Taeui
clearly felt himself preparing to merge with this man, making his head become feverish.
Therefore, he often bowed his head down, and Ilay seemed to find it interesting, so he
occasionally made those sounds again.
Even now.
Taeui bowed his head and curled up, trying to quietly withdraw from the uncomfortable
feeling.
However, whenever he did that, his large hands grabbed his waist like pincers and pulled him
back, making his fingers go even deeper into the wet area."If you want to talk, then talk. If you want to do that, then do that. Please, do just one thing!"
Taeui yelled, feeling his entire body, even his nape, blush due to the fingers slipping in and
out of his lower region.
But after yelling, he realized his mistake.
Of course, Ilay would say—
"Really? Then let's stop talking and focus on this—"
"No, wait! Keep talking!!"
Taeui hurriedly shouted. Ilay silently stared at him. Unable to endure that gaze, Taeui wanted
to bang his head on the floor and mumbled.
"...just continue talking...while continuing to do that..."
Only then did Ilay lightly smile. Then he continued speaking.
"The gamble not only involved money but also carried significant risks. In the context of
more than twenty years ago, it was indeed a gamble. At the time when the Cold War system
started gradually collapsing, the agents providing information that the East and West had
planted everywhere in each country began defecting en masse. At that time, the head hired
those agents to work for Tarten."
(*The Cold War 1947-1991: refers to the peak geopolitical tension and ideological conflict
between the two superpowers representing two opposing blocs: the United States (capitalism)
and the Soviet Union (socialism). Although some forces in this Cold War did not directly
cause conflicts, they expressed their contradictions through many strategic military alliances.
They carried out the construction of new nuclear forces and could not miss an arms race for
intelligence as well as cyber warfare. Furthermore, this was also a technological competition
and a nuclear arms race.)
Jeong Taeui paused for a moment. He turned his head to look at Ilay. He seemed to be talking
about something unimportant.
But this was not trivial.
If those agents planted by the East and West to gather intelligence were involved, then the
scale must have been very large, and the amount of information they carried could not be
underestimated.
Although the Cold War collapsed contrary to everyone's expectations, war never disappeared
from the world. Where there is war, there are always hidden spies and covert information.
Having them on your side brings immense benefits.
"The cost must have been huge…"
Jeong Taeui mumbled in amazement.The agents were not just one or two people, and the information was not just one or two
pieces. The fields they operated in were also very vast. If you had to manage all of that, even
a small mistake could cause everything built to collapse.
Yes, it was a gamble (winner-takes-all or loser-loses-all).
"Yes, the cost was enormous. No matter how solid or strong a company is, it couldn't bear it
alone. So, they borrowed capital."
Ilay continued speaking.
Borrowed capital.
The words he had heard before gradually pieced together.
"Even for private loans, except for a few exceptions, they usually require government
guarantees. That government and Tarten had some transaction, it doesn't need to be explained
in detail, but in short, Tarten borrowed capital. To operate the capital smoothly, they divided
it into loans from four places. And there were conditions for that."
"..."
"Every five years, they repay each loan (every five years repaying one place), and the
creditor can either receive the money back or demand something equivalent according to the
situation at the time."
"Every five years… So this year is…"
"Yes. This year is the final repayment. After this year, Tarten will have no debts anywhere.
To add, five years ago, they repaid T&R. Though that wasn't a loan."
(For those who forgot, T&R, initially established by two families, gradually handed over
management to Tarten – who only retained a small share to signify a close relationship with
Riegrow. Thus, we can see that the Riegrow family is entirely independent and skillfully
manages T&R, becoming a creditor to Tarten.)
Ilay finished his explanation. And suddenly, his hand quietly bent while stroking Taeui's
lower body.
The sensation of expansion and increase inside made Taeui frown.
"Wait, wait, finish the story first…"
Taeui felt disoriented as the itch inside made him feel like his lower body would completely
heat up soon. When that happened, talking would be impossible, and everything would
become vague.
But Ilay seemed not to hear him. He suddenly leaned down and bit Taeui's shoulder.The sharp pain made Taeui flinch— "Ah, it hurts!" —he exclaimed, wanting him to stop
because it really hurt.
Immediately after, the biting sensation disappeared. Instead, a hot tongue slowly licked the
area, leaving a wet trail.
"Now… let's get inside."
The deep voice whispered into Taeui's ear.
While waiting for an answer about why he had to go back to Berlin, Taeui suddenly heard
unrelated words, which startled him awake. He instinctively recoiled.
"Wait a minute, continue the story…"
But before Taeui could finish, the fingers moving inside him withdrew.
And almost immediately, a hot and wet sound penetrated the place that had become so wet it
could easily slip in and out.
"...–!!"
His body stiffened.
Taeui tried to suppress a moan, almost like a scream. He swallowed it along with his breath.
Instead of screaming, Taeui opened his eyes wide and stared at the wood grain in front of
him.
Damn it. This is why you shouldn't do this after a long time.
It really hurt.
Even though he had prepared thoroughly, the wet place was ready for two or three fingers to
easily go in and out; but whenever this guy penetrated, it was always a nightmare.
The heavy and hard thing, just its head touching, made his entire stomach feel like it was
about to explode.
"Relax a bit more, Taeui. …Relax your butt."
It seemed his body had tensed up too much.
Ilay's voice lowered. Although he didn't show it, it seemed he was also in pain from being
squeezed too tightly.
"Relax …it's not that I don't want to …but …it's …impossible…"
Taeui answered intermittently. His breath kept shortening because of suffocation.
Ilay clicked his tongue behind him."If you keep this up, it will be hard for you. Relax."
A hand lightly patted his butt. There was no mistaking it was that hateful hand.
"You are wet enough, but if you stay tense like this…"
Ilay clicked his tongue and mumbled. Then, seemingly thinking of something, he leaned
down and bit Taeui's ear. And whispered in his ear.
"Just endure a bit. You will be fine soon."
The warm voice blowing into his ear made Taeui's body tremble. He pulled back his
shoulders and almost instinctively nodded. Ilay's laugh echoed at the back of Taeui's neck.
Ilay placed his hands on Taeui's butt. In the place where the head of that thing was
penetrating, he touched the wrinkled area and suddenly pulled it apart on both sides.
"...A!!!!!!"
The lower part of his body, already stretched to the limit to accommodate the thick head, was
now even more stretched by his hands.
His body shook violently, but Ilay pressed his chest against Taeui's back and gently pushed
down.
Soon, Ilay's rigid penis slowly penetrated the widened area. Each time he pushed his hips, it
went a little deeper.
The gentle thrusts, little by little, continued to delve deeper.
"...! Ugh...!!"
The tense body began to tremble gradually.
Perhaps due to the mood, it felt like the inside of his body was getting wetter.
Just thinking about it made Taeui's neck blush, and he bowed his head. Even bowing his face
down didn't help when he was lying on his stomach.
Suddenly, Ilay laughed out loud from behind his red neck. Then he bit the back of Taeui's
neck, making him shiver.
Bit by bit, the persistent thrusts continued, gradually widening his body. It felt as though the
relentless meat wanted to penetrate deep into his stomach and fill the space there. There were
moments when the primal fear of another's body filling his own rose.
It felt as if his body was no longer his own. Or that he couldn't control his body as he wished.
But before being overwhelmed by instinctive fear, the object would leave his body. And right
after it withdrew, it would invade again with suffocating intensity."...A!!!"
A gasp escaped along with a small sound he couldn't suppress.
It felt like being punched in the stomach.
After slowly probing inside to open the way, it always happened like this.
Ilay always said that once the way was open, it wouldn't tear easily. While saying that, he had
no hesitation in pushing his mass inside Jeong Taeui.
It was taut. Although it was wet, it wasn't enough; it was too small and swollen, while that
thing was too large, feeling as if it was tearing him apart inside.
"I-It's …damn… that …ugh…"
Jeong Taeui gasped, stammering incoherently. Physiological tears filled his eyes and began to
fall.
"Taeui, don't cry. Good boy, don't cry. …It's not that I don't want to stop, but your tight mouth
is gripping me and won't let go."
Ilay's voice also grew rough. His breathing became erratic. But Ilay still spoke teasingly, and
Jeong Taeui didn't like it at all.
As if soothing a child, Ilay whispered for him to stop crying while tilting his head to one side
and licking the tears streaming down Jeong Taeui's cheek.
Finally, Ilay released Taeui's wrists, which had been tightly bound. The wrists, clearly marked
with indentations, were now free.
But with free hands, there was only one thing he could do.
"Now lie on your back.... And hold onto me tightly."
As if it had become familiar, Ilay hugged Jeong Taeui. He thrust deep into Taeui's body one
more time before pulling out.
Jeong Taeui felt a bit of relief and had to turn over with his lower body still aching. But as
soon as he lay on his back, Ilay lifted Taeui's hands and wrapped them around his neck. Jeong
Taeui sighed.
After being embraced by Jeong Taeui, Ilay smiled slightly. He placed his lips on Jeong
Taeui's neck and pushed his hips between his legs.
"When will this end...."
Jeong Taeui weakly asked, trying to endure the terrifying weapon entering him.
He only hoped it would end before the room's owner returned.While Ilay kept thrusting into his body, he replied with a contemplative look. - "Well, I don't
know"
"Just do it for the remaining two months."
"...Damn it...." (망할: Mang-hal)
Hearing two months—although knowing it was a joke—Jeong Taeui felt dizzy and mumbled.
Suddenly, Ilay fell silent. He rubbed his lips against Jeong Taeui's cheek and then looked up
at him.
His eyes suddenly curved as if smiling.
"Come to think of it, not long ago, I asked Officer Jeong Changin about that."
"...?"
Jeong Taeui didn't understand what he was saying as his mind, becoming increasingly hazy,
only looked at him with a question mark.
"When I asked what 'Mang-hal-nom' meant in Korean, he cheerfully answered."
He smiled slightly as he said that.
(To remind those who forgot, in Volume 1, Changin explained to Ilay that
'Mang-hal-nom'
in Korean means 'Needs more effort'
. So Ilay truly believed 'Mang-hal-nom' = 'Needs more
effort' and thought Taeui was dissatisfied because he wasn't trying hard enough to satisfy
him. In reality, 'Mang-hal-nom' means 'Damn bastard' in Korean � � � )
A memory surfaced in Jeong Taeui's hazy mind. Suddenly, Taeui woke up completely.
"W-wait, that's not…"
"If you feel it's not enough, just tell me. I'll take care of it."
"No, it's not that, it doesn't mean that—."
"Then what does it mean?"
When Ilay asked again, Jeong Taeui immediately fell silent.
He really couldn't tell him the true meaning of the word.
"......"
"What is it. What does it mean? 'Mang-hal-nom'?"
"........s-similar to what my uncle said..."After answering, Jeong Taeui realized. Why did he always dig his own grave and even pile
several layers of dirt on it?
The only way to escape this situation was to change the subject.
Jeong Taeui hugged Ilay's neck tightly. He squeezed so hard it suffocated himself, but Ilay
only smiled and bit Jeong Taeui's neck.
"....So– "
"Huh?" – Taeui suddenly remembered something he had forgotten due to the distraction.
Jeong Taeui whispered into Ilay's ear while hugging his neck.
"What does Tarten's final repayment have to do with me going to Berlin?"
"...."
Ilay didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he continued pushing the large meat into Jeong Taeui's body. Ilay slowly swayed
Jeong Taeui's body as if savoring the pleasure from it.
"M-Meaning... why..."
Jeong Taeui repeated the question while his body swayed with Ilay's rhythm.
How long had this been happening? Taeui didn't know anymore.
Finally, the thing he had held back for so long inside his stomach began to pour out. Ilay
hugged him tighter, pressing his hips into Jeong Taeui's body.
And after emptying the last drops into Jeong Taeui, Ilay finally spoke with satisfaction.
"Because the final repayment recipient is a state-owned enterprise of Saudi Arabia."
"Saudi Arabia..."
Something made Jeong Taeui uneasy. How was that related to him? Could there be any
possibility it was related to him?
There was only one answer.
Jeong Taeui stared at Ilay with a serious expression. The most related possibility certainly
involved this man.
However, Ilay remained calm and even smiled slightly as if he found Jeong Taeui's reaction
amusing.
"And the department there chose repayment not in money but in specific requests."
[END VOL 2]