*Author’s Note: I’m sorry. I did promise a smutty chapter but I ended up writing more than 4,000 words for the chapter so I had to split the chapter in two and publish this chapter a week earlier. This chapter will continue next week. -K

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In only a matter of minutes, Stepan explained to him what kind of club ‘Seven’ really is. It operated based on the seven deadly sins. To think back, Kirill couldn’t help but think that it is a little similar to ‘Fed Fet-ish’ somehow. The club tends to the immoral and perverted sexual desires of the elites. It is an expensive and members-only club. But what perplexes Kirill even more was how proud Stepan was when he told him of all these things. He looked excited and didn’t seem to notice the immorality of it all.

There are seven vast rooms dedicated to each sin and they are now inside the room called ‘Gluttony’. At first, Kirill expected the room to be filled with food or something like that. He knew that some people had fetishes with food or whatever. But the room was instead, rather empty. There were only a couple of sofas and beds in the room which are dark in colour. The interior was dimly lit. The music was blaring but there was no one dancing because there was nobody else in there except for them. “Did you book the whole room?” Kirill asked.

Stepan only nodded in answer. “I want it to be exclusive…,” he indicated. “...a bit,” he suddenly added. Kirill didn’t understand what he meant by that but his heart could feel that something was wrong. Andre was the first to take a seat on one of the sofas on the right side of the room while Stanley went off to another sofa on the left. Alberto walked over to one of the beds on the far left corner of the room. Stepan led Kirill to the sofa in the middle of the room. In Kirill’s head, he wondered why they even had to sit separately. It was weird.

A man in a suit entered the room wearing a big flattering smile on his face as other servers went in behind him to each table situated at each sofa and bed to place drinks and snacks on them. Kirill didn’t think that they ordered them. But the others didn’t say anything so he also didn’t say anything to it. The servers left and only the man in suit remained in front of them. “It’s been a while. I’ve served your favourite wine, Young Masters. Now what are your preferences for today?”

Just like how they took the lead to their seats, they were in sequence. “You know my type. I want an older woman, as usual. Dark hair. 159cm.” Andre spoke before Stanley followed; “Asian guy. Dark hair.” Alberto was next. “I want a girl who can do all three,” he said.

Kirill leaned closer to Stepan and whispered into his ears in a volume that only the two of them could hear. “All three?” He asked. Stepan smiled as he looked at him with flirty eyes. “All three; mouth, vagina, ass,” he informed in a whisper accompanied by a hand gesture of his fingers going into a hole made by his other fingers. It is the sign of ‘fucking’. Kirill gulped as he learned of this matter. He never thought that Alberto had a kink like that.

The man then looked at Stepan and Kirill, expecting to hear their orders. “What about you and you, sir?” Stepan only looked at him blankly and said; “We’re good.” To that, the man nodded and walked out of the room without a word.

Kirill looked at Stepan and wondered. “You don’t want one?” He asked. Stepan turned towards Kirill, looking appalled. “Huh? I got you, why would I need an escort?” He said. He suddenly felt angry at a thought that he had not had before. “Do you want one?” He gritted his teeth as he asked with his tone slightly raised, getting ready to flip a table if he is further provoked.

Kirill understood immediately not to mess around with him. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but feel nervous to see Stepan flipped like a switch. “Of course… not?” He answered. That was probably the first time he saw him being angry. Noticing that Kirill was shocked by what he saw, Stepan toned down his anger and smiled at him sweetly. “That’s good. If you want one, I’ll kill whoever you picked,” he said and laughed as if he was joking. Kirill also thought that Stepan was joking so he nervously laughed along too. He had no idea that Stepan actually meant every word that he had said. He will kill whoever that is.

At the moment, Stepan might not realise that he was scaring Kirill somehow but Alberto could see the situation well. He wondered how long the beast could properly hide himself from the prey but for now, at least, he was willing to help Stepan by distracting the direction of their conversation. He turned to Andre and asked; “So, Andre, I heard you found Maria?”

Andre looked at Alberto and smiled proudly as he answered; “Yeah. She ran off to the Philippines.” He then looked at the glass of wine he was holding in his hand before he took a quick sip. “But I’ve sent my men to catch her already,” he continued.

Kirill couldn’t help but let his curiosity run wild. “Who’s Maria?” He asked. Andre smiled at him. There were still flirtations in his smile but Kirill noticed his lack of enthusiasm. “My aunt,” he simply answered. The answer confused Kirill even more. “Oh…” he responded. He couldn't figure out what to ask next and Alberto smoothly continued the conversation. He knew that Kirill was a little confused but he found it adorable and couldn’t help himself but to tease him more. “I heard you wanted to cut off her legs, is that true?” Alberto asked seriously while monitoring the expression on Kirill’s face from time to time.

Perhaps the time to let the beasts roam around has come? At least Stepan didn’t try to stop him. Andre looked at Stepan first, as if asking for his permission to continue but Stepan seemed to be ignorant of whatever it was that they were doing. So he entertained the question to his heart’s content. “I planned it that way. Maybe. Why'd you ask?” Andre responded with a smile. They both knew what they were doing. They were testing Kirill’s bottomline by talking about things they never dared talk in front of him before. Stepan still didn’t stop them.

This time, however, they noticed a slight smile on Stepan’s face as he began to light his cigarette. It was an indicator that he also knew what they were trying to do. In all honesty, it was pretty tiring of him to play the good guy anyway. He already has Kirill in his hands. He won’t let go and where can Kirill go anyway? He never let go once he sank his teeth in.

Alberto felt encouraged. “Oh. I just want to see it. I want to find inspiration for this game I’m developing,” he said. “Another one of your sadistic online games? You’re still doing that?” Stepan suddenly asked as he puffed some smoke out of his mouth. Alberto looked at him as if he had asked a weird question. “Of course!” He answered. How can he stop doing that? That was his passion after all. “People pay a lot of money for that kind of game, especially one that is based on real events,” he said.

Kirill was feeling even more lost. He felt like the conversation couldn’t be real but somehow knew that it was real. He didn’t know what to think of for a moment. So he continued to listen to them. “You have stopped finding models for your photography so now, I need to find other people for inspiration,” Alberto said as he pretended to look like he was sulking. Stepan only laughed to see him like that. “I’ll bring you to see my cousin then. He mutilates people for a living,” he said. He suddenly turned to Kirill and kissed his cheek as he looked at his face to see his reaction. Kirill only looked back at him blankly. He was unconsciously shuddering and Stepan noticed it. He only pretended not to notice it and quickly turned his attention back to Alberto’s excited face.

“You mean that famous cousin of yours? The one your family sent to exile because he killed for pleasure??” Alberto asked as he sprang up from his seat in excitement. Stepan chuckled and nodded at him. “Yup. Him.” Alberto looked at Stepan over and over to make sure that he wasn’t joking. And when he was sure that he was serious, he laughed out loud like a mad man and jumped excitedly. His reactions caused the other boys to laugh and cheer for him. Even Stanley was laughing, feeling amused at him being extra. Of course, that is except for Kirill, who was still dumbfounded by what he had heard. “Wow! Thanks! I’m looking forward to meeting him,” Alberto said when he finally calmed down and sat back down on the bed.

The laughter died out quickly. “It’s better if you use him instead of me. I think with Maria, I will use this drug that could paralyse her from the waist down instead,” Andre then spoke. “More drinks?” While Andre was still talking, Stepan offered a glass to Kirill. “Um,” Kirill took the glass with his hand shaking. He didn’t realise that he had emptied his glass before and he quickly started to sip on his new glass as well. At this time, he didn’t want to be sober at all. “That way, she won’t be able to run away from me again and I can fuck her anytime I want,” Andre continued to talk and ended his words with a sick laugh.

‘Is he talking about fucking his aunt?’ Kirill thought. ‘He’s going to paralyse his aunt and fuck her? Stepan has a cousin who killed people? Alberto liked to watch people getting killed as inspiration for an online game he created?’ All sorts of thoughts are going on in his head. They are mostly questions that didn’t need to be answered since the answers were already clear.

“What about the kid?” Stanley suddenly asked. It was rare for him to speak but it seemed that he only asked about things that really mattered. “My son?” Andre asked to confirm. Stanley nodded his head. Andre smiled to himself before he answered. “That’s the proof of the affair between me and Maria. Of course I will take good care of him. My parents also had no choice but to agree since an heir is involved.” He then laughed again. Kirill began to feel sick to his stomach.

“More drinks?” Stepan asked again. And Kirill took another glass again and had just then realised that he had gulped down on the previous glass so fast. This time, all four of them were looking at Kirill with eyes that were hard to describe as to how they look. It was like being watched by a pack of wolves and you’re the sheep but you didn’t know if they were going to attack you or not. “You okay, baby?” Stepan asked while knowing well that Kirill was not okay. He killed his cigarette on the ashtray and looked at Kirill intently, waiting for an answer. “I…” Kirill stuttered. “I think t-that’s too much… info,” he said.

They didn’t have any other expression on their faces other than looking amused. That is except for Stanley who turned his head away quickly. He couldn’t bear to look at Kirill that way. There was too much resemblance of Kliment on him. He had warned him and he had not listened. So now, he wanted to have nothing to do with what comes next. Besides, he had been warned by Stepan not to say anything any more to Kirill. He understood then that Kirill was closely monitored by Stepan. But he just didn’t know what method Stepan used. Stepan probably placed a listening device of the sort on Kirill. But he couldn’t warn Kirill now. He should not interfere if he wanted to live and if he wanted his family to survive. Stepan is not someone he could easily mess with, especially since his obsession with Kirill was getting out of hand.

Stepan smiled at Kirill as he took the glass away from Kirill’s hands. He then interlocked his fingers with him on one hand and pulled Kirill closer to him with the other. He sipped on Kirill’s lips. It was a short but meaningful kiss. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it,” he said. Kirill was still shaking when he asked; “What do you mean?” But Stepan didn’t answer. And it was at that moment that there was a knock at the door. The man in the suit suddenly opened the door and brought in the escorts for the other boys.

As the room was filled with debauchery, Kirill was about to understand what ‘gluttony’ really is.

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Next update: 2022/10/10