CAR 36

“…Why? Looks like you’re finally scared now?”

“We’ll see. You’re the one who’s scared, Kahler.”

Dennis finally looked up at his own trembling hands. Dennis slowly took his hands off the axe handle. Vittorio’s blood poured ceaselessly onto the gray marble floor.

It felt like he had been hit right where it hurts. Even if Vittorio hadn’t deliberately blocked him, Dennis would have never been able to strike him down.

Dennis, letting out a breath he had been holding, looked around. Eric had long since disappeared somewhere. It was when he was wiping the bloodstain from Vittorio on his palm onto his waist.

Vittorio grabbed the nape of Dennis’s neck violently. It was the moment he was forced to tilt his head back and look at him. Vittorio’s mouth swallowed his lips.

He had no strength in his entire body. It was similar to dehydration. As if to suck out even the last bit of soul left in Dennis, Vittorio’s slippery tongue invaded his oral cavity. Every time he tried to scream, it was as if he had inhaled it, and no sound could come out.

The tip of his tongue, touching here and there as if inspecting something, was sharp. In the end, Dennis mercilessly bit down on the lower lip of the noblest man in Volle.

“…Dennis.”

Unlike Dennis, who gasped for breath as if having a fit the moment their lips parted, Vittorio’s breathing didn’t even waver. Rather, his brow was mercilessly furrowed. As if not caring about his tattered lower lip, he just stared at Dennis. Perhaps… It was when he was about to rub his own lips and ask something.

Vittorio.

Everything he had done to Dennis had always been one-sided. Furthermore, it was sudden, inconsiderate of the situation, rude, and a messy method, so now Dennis was sick of his touch. Among the countless methods of sexual harassment and human rights violations he had encountered at Volle, the profound interest Vittorio showed him was the most humiliating.

It was the same now. After making a complete fool of himself, to think of mixing tongues even after getting his palm torn open by the weapon he himself had brandished, the man’s stomach was now at a point of being marvelous. Did the people of this country know as well? The fact that the sole heir of the old and feeble king was nothing more than a playboy.

Vittorio was now openly smacking his lips. As if replaying the kiss with Dennis, he explicitly smacked his lips and flicked his tongue. A shadow fell on his forehead as if he was deep in thought about something. Even his flawlessly handsome features just gave Dennis the creeps.

Vittorio, who wiped his mouth, pressed his lower body against Dennis. He reflexively looked down, but unlike usual, it was quiet. Vittorio, letting out a sneer, opened his mouth.

“Yan did to you…”

It was at that moment that the classroom door opened.

Vittorio’s gaze was a little faster than Dennis’s awareness of him. Vittorio, clicking his tongue, glared at the doorway. He might be an uninvited guest to Vittorio, but to Dennis, he was a welcome one. That is, if it were a normal day.

Right now, Dennis was in a state he didn’t want to be seen by anyone. He himself knew well how hideous and ridiculous his filth-soaked appearance must be.

“…Teacher!”

It was Sami. He was in as shabby a state as Dennis, and his two sleeves were particularly dirty, as if he had been in a fistfight somewhere. The shirt, undone at the front, seemed to bear witness to a hard day. His tear-stained face crumpled another layer upon discovering Dennis.

Dennis extended his hand to stop Sami from approaching him. But before Sami could even understand the meaning of the gesture, Vittorio intercepted Dennis’s hand first. He lightly kissed the back of Dennis’s hand and, as if for show, rocked his hips back and forth.

As Dennis’s body, who was half-perched on the back of a chair, began to sway along, the look in Sami’s eyes changed.

“Teacher? Right now, here, what are you doing…”

“Sami, just a moment… damn it, won’t you let go?”

Vittorio didn’t even seem to be serious. Although he was still rubbing himself against Dennis’s lower abdomen, the purpose was not intercourse but a warning. Vittorio, who was cornering Dennis with force, sneered at Sami.

“Our dear Remit has returned from hell.”

“…”

“Aren’t you happy, Kahler?”

Dennis, who had turned his head away from Vittorio, was constantly observing Sami. It seemed only Dennis had witnessed the clear face, which had been a mix of tears and concern, slowly contort.

In the darkness, Sami’s two eyes were glinting. His gaze went slightly past Dennis, and was fixed on the point of their joining.

“Dennis…”

Sami, who was quietly murmuring his name, gradually came towards them across the classroom. Dennis squinted his eyes to identify what was shining in Sami’s hand. Vittorio, too, seemed interested in Sami, and had by then taken his eyes off Dennis.

“For a spy, you stood out too much to others.”

“…”

“So… was the level about right with that thing?”

Vittorio, who had lightly tapped Dennis’s cheek, finally straightened up. The pain in his chest, which had been pressed down by him the whole time, ached. Sami’s gaze followed Dennis as he tried to tidy up his clothes even a little.

By then, Sami had reached a spot about three or four hand-spans away from them. Sami listlessly dropped what he was holding in his hand. It was a small key. It was the only thing shining inside the dark classroom. Sami’s face crumpled as he looked back and forth between the cabinet with the tattered door and Dennis.

It seemed that Sami had searched the entire garden to retrieve the key Yan had thrown.

“Teacher…”

“…”

“I’m glad… you’re out. I was really… worried.”

“…Sami.”

Sami’s face, which had been as crumpled as the cabinet door, gradually recovered at Dennis’s call. As if finding that ridiculous, Vittorio suddenly let out a laugh. Sami’s eyes shot up fiercely at the sneer that pierced the silence.

“Why on earth… are you with this rapist?”

“…”

“Instead of going straight back to the dormitory…”

His words were not wrong in the slightest. If only he hadn’t fainted right after being pulled out by Vittorio, Dennis would be relaxing in his cozy room by now. But everything was a little too complicated to explain what had happened. Besides, Dennis had no obligation whatsoever to explain himself to Sami.

“I’ll escort you to your room.”

It was the moment Sami reached out his hand to Dennis. Vittorio, who had been leaning diagonally against the ragged cabinet and showing off his achievement, finally opened his mouth.

“He is indeed inferior to Remit in every way.”

“…What?”

“Didn’t you say you were twins? Putting aside the appearance, he’s behind in everything from looks to intelligence.”

“…”

“To think he’d be so severely lacking in perceptiveness as well…”

Sami’s gaze was fixed on Vittorio’s left hand. The torn palm was dirty. It was a desperate struggle not to misunderstand his and Dennis’s relationship. Regardless, Vittorio smiled leisurely.

“The uninvited guest at the tryst seems to have not heard what his own brother did.”

“Say that again…”

“…”

“Say that again.”

Did? Sami’s face contorted as he mulled over his choice of words. Vittorio was not benevolent enough to kindly repeat a warning for a lowly person. He once again picked up the hand axe he had carelessly tossed aside right after pulling it from his palm.

“Aren’t you curious about how your brother died?”

Vittorio spoke as he stared blankly at the blood caked on the dull blade. Dennis, who had momentarily turned his head away from them, calmed the nausea that had risen to his throat. Sami’s eyes gradually sank as he looked back and forth between Dennis, who was struggling just to recall ‘that day,’ and Vittorio.

“Somehow…”

Sami, murmuring so, approached the cabinet. He picked up the completely detached steel door and glared at Vittorio. Sami’s face flushed and paled repeatedly as he intently stared at the sharp, severed edge. The veins on the back of his hand stood out.

“You were excessively kind to me…”

Sami, who gave Dennis a short smile, swung the door at Vittorio. The sound of it cutting through the air was quite threatening. In an instant, Vittorio grabbed Dennis’s arm and threw him into a corner. Dennis’s arm, which Vittorio had grabbed and released, was sticky with blood.

The door quickly became a heavy piece of metal. Sami, who was trained through manual labor, swung it lightly with a neat expression. Instead of recklessly trading blows, Vittorio merely dodged the door as if to size him up.

Vittorio, who hid his torn palm behind his back as if to avoid getting involved in an unnecessary brawl, continued to speak.

“Your brother…”

Vittorio, who bent down to avoid the door, kicked it instead. As Sami staggered, having lost his balance, Vittorio whistled as if to mock him.

“He had no talent, just a big mouth.”

“…”

“He used to readily suck the teachers’ cocks with that mouth.”

Sami did not respond to Vittorio’s provocation. The huge iron plate was poised to strike Vittorio at any moment. As Sami’s movements gradually slowed, Vittorio kicked him in the abdomen as if mocking him. Dennis pressed down on the spot where his fingernail was missing in an attempt to somehow soothe his constantly drooping eyelids.

Sami, slammed against the wall, let out a groan. Vittorio simply waited until Sami, who had been hugging the door like a shield, caught his breath. He had strength, but no skill. Moreover, it was dark all around. Sami, cornered, was spewing out incomprehensible murmurs. It almost sounded like curses.

“In the end, he tried to violate my Dennis. The guy who groveled without knowing his place…”

Sami charged at Vittorio, hugging the door. When Vittorio lightly dodged it, Sami fell disgracefully. Sami screamed as if a sharp part of the door had dug into his shoulder. Dennis unknowingly turned his head away from them.

“That’s the reason your brother died a dog’s death.”

“You, you…”

“Yes.”

By my hand! Vittorio, raising the axe, slammed the blade into the steel cabinet. As the dull blade struck the cabinet, an unbearable noise followed.

Sami, covering his ears, screamed for a moment. It was impossible to tell if it was just because of the noise, or if Vittorio’s mockery had become a dagger. As Sami then reached out his hand toward Dennis, Vittorio kicked his side hard, as if he had known he would. Vittorio did not miss the wrist of the one who had completely fallen over, and stomped on it.

So that he could never reach his arm out to Dennis again.

The eyes that had been looking at Dennis became bloodshot. Vittorio, grabbing Sami’s curly hair, dragged him to the desk. Vittorio had stomped on it so thoroughly that Sami’s wrist was already swollen and bruised.

“You’re in a terrible state.”

“…”

“Dennis, come here.”

Vittorio called his name affectionately. Dennis, who was barely standing while leaning against the wall, did not move an inch. Only when he stared at Dennis blankly, as if to urge him, did he get up.

Sami, seen up close, looked like he was out of his mind. His back was bent as if something had broken when his side was kicked. Dennis shook his head at the pungent, fishy smell. Vittorio, who was studying Dennis’s face, flipped him over at once.

“That time, without asking for your permission…”

“…”

“I apologize for killing Laurent.”

His attitude was shameless, as if Dennis were his accomplice. Sami, who had been lying there dazed from the excessive pain, belatedly twisted his limbs. Vittorio smiled faintly and gently at Sami, as if welcoming it.

“As you can see, he’s perfectly fine.”

Vittorio once again held out the axe to Dennis. When Dennis didn’t take it, he personally pulled his hand and made him grip the axe handle. Sami’s gaze, looking up at them, seemed somewhat detached.

“Will you do it yourself this time?”

Dennis thought he looked like a devil. Vittorio was suggesting that Dennis should personally harm Laurent’s twin, Sami, with his own hands. When Dennis didn’t move, Vittorio’s arm lightly struck the small of his back. It was an urging.