CAR 17

It was extremely unsettling. He recalled Vittorio’s practice room, wide open when he had buried Laurent’s head.

It was as if he would scatter nooses like traps throughout the school, and Dennis would diligently pick them up and string them around his own neck. He would quietly look down upon the scene of the body disposal from the highest place, always, always, putting Dennis in a very difficult position…

Dennis rose from his seat.

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Yan clicked his tongue as he looked at Vittorio’s turned back.

He had been unable to use his right hand at all for several days. The wound that had opened up when he had crudely pulled out the pen was much worse than the moment it had pierced his palm. Whether he had twisted his whole body while pulling it out, Vittorio was drenched in sweat and blood when he visited the infirmary.

Seeing Vittorio stopping by the infirmary, Yan was truly grateful to Dennis. The sight of Vittorio with a significant injury on his precious body was not something one could see often.

Moreover, he was an abnormal person who rarely felt pain. In Yan’s view, Vittorio was the type of man who would personally deal with his own spilled intestines if someone were to slice open his belly.

Vittorio’s face was calm as he blankly stared down at his paralyzed right hand. Yan, changing his bandage, vaguely thought about what was to come. The infection in Vittorio’s hand was deep. On top of that, symptoms of tetanus were also present.

Yan couldn’t help but be surprised by Dennis Kahler’s amazing accomplishment. Because Vittorio was a man without any openings. Even if Yan were to throw a chair right here and now, he would calmly catch it with his remaining hand or dodge it annoyingly.

“The more I see him, the more I like him.”

At Yan’s monologue, Vittorio, who had been bent over, straightened up. He sent a murderous glare Yan’s way, as if he clearly realized who he was referring to. But Yan, too, had been the most venomous he had been in recent days.

Laurent Remit was the student Yan had put the most effort into. There was no one easier to exploit than that kid, who was lost on the border between boyhood and young manhood. Although he barely understood three things when taught ten, his face, hoping for praise, wasn’t so bad.

It was soon to be the final chapter of his taming. Yan was looking forward to the grand finale. When Laurent Remit violated Dennis Kahler, and Dennis Kahler, who had been taken by someone who seemed more insignificant than himself, broke down… Yan was planning to enter the scene then.

He had intended to mock them and also relieve his pent-up lust, but Vittorio had ruined everything.

Vittorio.

He and Vittorio were long-time comrades and partners. The alliance between them was more solid than any fortress wall. Since they were both the type to put in effort, their goals also aligned. Always, always, in a similar, safe, and clean manner, they had stripped the flesh off of innocent people.

There was also a vow between them, albeit a verbal one. To always share their respective targets. And to share their joy without hesitation. Yan had, until now, been proud of the fact that his and Vittorio’s tastes were similar.

That is, until now.

Everything changed after Dennis Kahler landed here at Volle. Since it was obvious he was a spy for the aristocrat faction, Yan had planned to brutally rape him and then hang him on the outer wall. Because Yan’s only amusement was to masturbate while looking up at the flesh weathering in the sea breeze or to recall the previous night’s strangulation.

But the goddamn Vittorio had overturned their unwritten rule in an instant.

Apart from the fact that Yan was not particularly moved by Dennis, Vittorio had kept an eye on him. He had thought he felt the same, but Vittorio had deliberately lowered his gaze in the beginning as if he wasn’t interested, so that Yan wouldn’t set his sights on Dennis.

And the moment Yan let his guard down, he tried to devour Dennis Kahler all by himself. That was very, very outrageous.

A sense of betrayal and excitement lurked together in his lower abdomen. As much as the prince of Volle had coveted him, Dennis Kahler’s value was being appraised higher and higher within Yan each day.

He was goddamn diligent, tried to be meticulous but his methods didn’t work here, and his face was so damn hot it was a turn-on. He also liked the way his face would become noticeably dejected whenever Yan stuck to him.

Indeed, a prince was a prince.

With his noble discerning eye, he quickly sorted out the cunning and vulgar ones. It was extremely unpleasant that Vittorio was trying to ‘monopolize’ Dennis, but since it could be an attempt to bring a variation to their alliance, Yan decided to wait for the time being.

Their meals were quite typical. If Yan pushed his dick into a third party and fucked them, Vittorio would pull out all of its teeth for a smooth arousal. Then he would push his genitals into the empty, blackened mouth and tease the upper lip wantonly. The series of processes was cumbersome, but such nights sometimes felt romantic.

However, Vittorio seemed to have not the slightest intention of sharing Dennis with Yan.

That had messed with Yan’s mood. Although they were in an alliance, Yan was a teacher in name. He had instigated the rape of Dennis Kahler to warn Vittorio, who had broken the rules.

And the innocent Laurent died.

Laurent, my Laurent… Yan had lain still for a while, hugging Laurent’s body. What was left was not warmth but a gooey sensation; it was nothing more than a lump of meat.

His insides boiled. He wanted to cut out all of Dennis Kahler’s intestines with surgical scissors and thrust them in Vittorio’s face. They were days stained with impulse and desire. If the new ashtray that looked just like Laurent Remit hadn’t arrived here… Yan might have actually killed Dennis.

Yan suddenly stared at the window facing the annex. So, Dennis Kahler, one day, as a sign of gratitude, you must give Sami one hell of a blowjob…

Yan, having closed the first-aid kit, looked at Vittorio’s rugged back. He had no idea what he was thinking. All the more so because they were of a similar kind. Even if they were so similar as to be cast from the same mold, one can never know the other.

It was Yan who spoke first.

“I’ve contacted the central command. They say they’re coming to fetch our esteemed person on the dawn boat.”

“That’s some fucking news.”

“Those guys always worry about you first.”

“Jealous?”

Vittorio lifted his head. Shadows fell across his arrogant and handsome face. The other side of his face was unreadable, as if he were wearing a half-mask. Vittorio, who had indifferently swept back his messy part, cracked his neck from side to side.

“I’ll be back before the performance. Just know that.”

“It’s not like I’m your supervising teacher.”

“You know what I mean, Yan.”

Vittorio rose from his seat. He gradually closed the distance with Yan. Between them was only a low desk.

Although they had torn off all the blood-stained wallpaper and put up new paper, the infirmary still smelled faintly of blood. Vittorio, who was sensitive to smells, habitually wrinkled his nose.

“Just manage your second ashtray well. I went to the trouble of bringing it to you, but the disgruntled me might just smash it again.”

“Vittorio.”

“Speak.”

“I’ve realized something after collecting this many ashtrays.”

“…”

“It’s inevitable that ashtrays break. They just can’t seem to survive for long… I’m trying not to get attached to each and every one anymore.”

“Is that so?”

“Instead, I’ll have to break yours too.”

Yan smiled faintly. It was instantaneous that Vittorio kicked the desk. Just before it could hit Yan’s lower body, he managed to dodge the corner of the desk. Yan turned to look at Vittorio as if he were fed up.

“Why are you being so undignified?”

“A living venereal disease dares to seek dignity from me.”

Vittorio, letting out a sneer, this time threw a chair with one hand. When Yan dodged it, it shattered all the glass of a certain chest of drawers. Yan let out a sincere sigh, as if he had been hit himself.

In the meantime, Vittorio, who had gotten much closer, grabbed Yan’s neck. Yan put on an innocent face, as if he had no idea what was going on. He asked Vittorio cheerfully.

Can I fuck Kahler?

Vittorio raised his right hand. At the same time, his face contorted. He couldn’t muster enough strength to slap him. Yan, realizing this, grabbed Vittorio’s right hand. Pressing on the spot where his palm was messily pierced, Yan sneered.

“I’ll respect your tastes.”

“As if.”

“But that thing is a dog. A loyal dog that licks that bastard Quachi’s ass.”

“…”

“Poor Bonaparte, blinded by lust… At this rate, your head will be pierced next.”

Vittorio smiled as well. He bowed his head towards Yan. Vittorio’s calm and low voice enveloped the space between them.

“If my head is pierced, whose head will be next?”

“I’m truly curious as to whose it will be…”

“I’ll take care of it myself. Stop being a horny bastard.”

Vittorio sneered at Yan’s fingertips, which were still pressing into his own flesh. Yan had sullied the bandage he himself had wrapped. Vittorio gestured with his chin arrogantly, as if telling him to wrap it again. Yan, who had briefly looked at the blood-stained bandage, soon picked up the first-aid kit as if in resignation.

It was then that Dennis Kahler knocked on the infirmary door.

Yan, as if he had completely forgotten his war of nerves with Vittorio, was about to dart out. Vittorio, who tripped Yan, stared at the door. The occasional knock was unusually faint today.

When Yan tried to respond to the knock, Vittorio stomped on Yan’s mouth with his shoe. It was a press so strong it could have crushed his nose bone. Nevertheless, Yan was still smiling.

Yan, who had craned his neck to barely escape from under Vittorio’s shoe, bit his ankle like a snake. Vittorio, too, paid it no mind and gazed at the teeth marks he had left. While they were exchanging wounds, Dennis Kahler gradually moved away from the infirmary.

“Why did you send him back?”

“Stop staring.”

“It would have been nice to give Kahler a choice. Or the three of us could have rolled around together in here…”

“Shut your mouth, Richter.”

“Richter…”

Yan stopped resisting and slapped the floor with his palm. It was a signal of surrender. Nevertheless, Vittorio still had him pinned under his foot.

“Aren’t you curious as to why our dear Mr. Kahler visited the infirmary at this hour?”

“What’s the use of being curious? You’re going to become a cripple with a broken cheekbone today.”