Lovers

37

Fetish

As soon as I entered the cafe, I expected to be scolded. And for about 2 minutes, things went as I predicted. Viviana was angry, and Baral growled at me, asking if I really wanted to play the “human” part in “Baral tears people apart.” Up to that point, it was fine, but suddenly everything changed when Viviana screamed.

Kyaaak—

People in our line of work have a habit. When someone screams, we try to secure weapons and control the situation. The longer you’ve been in this industry, the quicker the eye contact, and a leader is decided instantly. In this situation, the leader is obviously Baral. He’s the one in charge of this scene. When I looked at Baral, he nodded, and I was about to move towards the front door while he headed for the back door.

“Team leader, look at the back of Schnieke’s neck!”

…Huh?

My neck?

Why are you screaming over something like that? I frowned, and Baral was also irritated.

“Why are you screaming over such a—Aaaagh!”

Baral screamed. Why, why? Now I was getting anxious too. When Viviana screamed, I naturally suspected she was under attack. At that time, Baral and I were thinking the same thing. But suddenly Baral went behind me and started screaming. In this situation, it’s hard not to think of something occult.

Why? Ah, an evil spirit? A curse? Something like that? As if there’s some terrifying, meaningful, and eerie symbol that appeared on the back of my neck…

“Did you sleep with Riegel?!”

Baral dropped even the minimum level of respect, grabbed both my shoulders, and shook me.

“Does that symbol tell you that too?!”

Damn, this is beyond a curse!

“What symbol? Are you calling this a symbol? Don’t spout such nonsense!”

“You’re the one talking nonsense! Anyone can see it’s a hickey!”

Huh? A hickey?

There’s a hickey on the back of my neck? Only then did I recall the numerous times Riegel had hugged me from behind and fiddled around. He did suck on my skin, but I didn’t check what kind of marks were left afterward.

Suddenly, my shirt was pulled back. Viviana and Baral looked inside and went “Ugh,” shuddering. Viviana made a fuss, telling me to take off my shirt, and when I did as she said, there was a click sound. Then she showed me the picture she took with her phone.

“Look at the state of your back.”

It truly deserved the expression “state.” The back covered in bright red marks looked like someone with a skin disease. As I frowned, Baral grabbed my arm.

“Are you crazy?”

At least he regained some sense to use formal speech. Though the content wasn’t respectful at all.

“No, even Department 2 wanted me to become close with Riegel—”

“We didn’t mean sexual favors! We meant dating!”

The word “sexual favors” grated harshly on my ears. No, it felt like it was clawing at my heart. I looked at Baral with uncomfortable eyes, but he didn’t seem to care how I looked at him. His face was turning red and blue.

“But you once told me not to be picky about means and methods.”

“This should be picked!”

Baral made a face like the sky was falling and crossed himself, as if saying “How can you even say that?” Cross himself? As I looked dumbfounded, Viviana whispered to me softly.

“He’s a devout Catholic.”

Ah, right. Even my father, who told me to fall in love, would probably faint if he knew I had sex with a target during an operation. Then he’d probably try to break my legs.

I was irritated by the term “sexual favors.”

“So that’s why you approached me?”

I actually know. Riegel was really angry at that time.

“Is that why you slept with me?”

Because I couldn’t answer at that moment. Yeah, it wasn’t like that. Certainly, I continued to meet with Riegel to approach him. But sleeping with him wasn’t for that reason. Originally, night is a dangerous time, alcohol is a government-approved drug, and a beautiful person’s tears are like poison. How could I be in my right mind when intoxicated by drugs and poison at a dangerous time? I was in a state of diminished capacity then.

The term “sexual favors” made me recall Riegel’s expression. His eyes were glistening, but his lips were trembling. As if begging for just one word of denial. The hand holding my wrist was shaking slightly.

“It’s not sexual favors. You people have probably killed several people before, so isn’t sex just trivial in comparison?”

People who have likely committed assassinations don’t need to act like the world is ending over one instance of sex. At my words, Baral’s face asked “What nonsense are you talking?”

“Team Leader Schnieke, you’ve killed people too, haven’t you?”

“…”

“So are you saying it’s okay to rape and rob people just because you’re going to kill them anyway? Is that it?”

What kind of nonsensical logic is this? I was the one left speechless by Baral’s words. It’s despicable to ask if providing sex to approach someone is nothing compared to having committed assassinations. Just because you’ve broken one taboo, is your life now worthless? Are those who have broken one taboo and those who have broken two equal sinners? They’re not. Not legally, and not morally.

“I think I’ll head home for today.”

At my words, Viviana flared up.

“No, you just came to work after two days, what—”

“My mission is to approach Canaris anyway. Now that I’ve become close with Riegel, what’s the point of coming to work here?”

My voice must have sounded a bit cold, because Viviana looked flustered and glanced at me once, then at Baral. Baral narrowed his eyes. His face seemed to be trying to gauge what I was thinking. With that face in front of me, I quickly gathered my clothes and belongings and rushed out of the cafe.

Damn, I didn’t even experience this in high school.

I was anxious the entire taxi ride. I remembered what my high school teacher said about experiencing puberty at the right age. This dark history will become fertilizer for your life. It wasn’t funny when I heard it, but I don’t know why that saying suddenly comes to mind now. I’ve never experienced this kind of anxious feeling before.

Nevertheless, the impulse kept hammering at my heart. My heart was pounding. Only when the anxiety that had been gnawing at me from my toes finally reached my throat could I stand in front of Riegel. Riegel was dressed in his usual Oriental-style clothes, drinking tea and looking at some documents. I was out of breath because I had been running all the way to him as soon as I arrived at the mansion. The mansion was too big, and my side hurt a little from running at full speed.

As I was panting in front of Riegel, he looked at me with surprised eyes. Eventually, he handed me a glass of cold water and asked.

“Isn’t it not time for you to get off work yet?”

“No.”

I answered simply and swallowed the water. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Riegel frowned as he watched me drink a glass of water in one go. To that face that seemed to want to ask what was going on, I said.

“It’s true that I didn’t push away your interest because of the Canaris issue. But sleeping with you.”

It was quite uncomfortable to say it with my own mouth. But I wanted to be precise. Even with just my brief pause, Riegel’s eyes were wavering.

Damn, what kind of relationship do we have that you’re making such eyes now? Who are you to me that I’m running here now and saying these things?

I really don’t know, but I feel like I’ll go crazy with anxiety if I don’t say this.

“It was because you were crying.”

“What?”

Riegel’s face became strange. With that weird face in front of me, like he had received a gift that was only half opened, I scratched my head vigorously.

Ah, how should I explain that situation?

“I mean, you were crying.”

“And?”

“I have a fetish for that.”

I didn’t know, but it turns out I do. When you cried, my head spun and I got hard down there. That’s what they call a fetish, right?

At my words, Riegel tilted his head sideways and asked.

“You’re saying you slept with me because I was crying?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re not a virgin, but you have a fetish for people who cry?”

Riegel growled. It’s understandable to be angry about getting aroused by someone crying. I completely understand. But saying “yes” felt a bit awkward.

A fetish for people who cry? No, that’s not it. Because Riegel isn’t the only person who has cried in front of me. Due to my job, I’ve seen a lot of people crying. Just from what I’ve seen in Maderke, it would fill a truck. The citizens of Maderke crying in pain, and those Canaris bastards begging for their lives. But I didn’t get aroused by all those people.

In fact, I’ve never been aroused by anyone. So…

“No, it’s just that you crying turns me—”

BANG—

The sound was tremendous. A moment later, I realized that Riegel had thrown the small table between us.

It wasn’t my fault that the realization came late. My mind went blank because Riegel pounced on me while throwing the table.

My tongue was sucked. He even bit it. It hurts. When I squirmed, Riegel seemed to try to soothe me by lightly licking my tongue. Riegel’s hand had somehow made its way inside my shirt and was caressing my nipples. Those nipples were already a bit sore from his sucking and biting over the past few days, so just the shirt rubbing against them was slightly painful, but when his actual touch landed on them, a tingling pleasure rose. I got hard down there.

“Just say the word, I’ll cry for you anytime.”

Riegel laughed breathlessly in my ear.

“Stop, throwing, tables.”

“If you, don’t like me, throwing tables, why didn’t you, come straight to me, when you arrived?”

Riegel grabbed my pants and underwear at once and pulled them down. With clothes hanging on one leg, I spread my legs, and he shoved his fingers into my mouth. Knowing where these fingers would soon go, I sucked on them as diligently as possible. The word “condom” briefly passed through my mind, but only very briefly.

Fingers were thrust in. I moaned freely as I felt the fingers skillfully opening me up. Work ethics, condom, Canaris, Otto Layer… such words floated meaninglessly in my mind before being pushed out all at once by the genitals that suddenly plunged in. I couldn’t come to my senses with the movement of the genitals that seemed to be tearing my anal apart.

Pleasure pushed me up from below. My ears were ringing. It felt like someone was calling me. Or maybe I was calling someone. Nothing was registering in my head. Ah, it was perfect.