Chapter 55: The Bitterness of Sacrifice

Marcelino made his way to Jack's house, burdened by the weight of the situation, fully aware of the risks involved. Despite the danger, he chose to face a decision fraught with uncertainty. He knew that Jack had no other interest in him but his body—something he was willing to offer for his mission. This was his last resort to obtain the information he needed about the Assassin Guild, the only key to saving himself and his mission.

As Marcelino entered Jack's chamber, he immediately noticed the unusual aura of the place. The room was dimly lit, filled with a calm and inviting lavender scent that seemed like a trap. Jack was seated comfortably in a plush chair, one leg crossed over the other, holding a glass of expensive wine. His eyebrow was raised, his smile filled with seduction.

"It's been a long time, John," Jack greeted, referring to Marcelino by his code name. "I thought we had already talked about this? Why don't you just marry me? It would be easier for you, wouldn't it?"
There was a playful tone in Jack's voice, but Marcelino had no interest in his games. He stepped closer, staring directly into Jack's eyes. "I didn't come here to joke around, Jack. You know why I'm here. Give me the information I need, and this will be over."

Jack let out a deep sigh, seemingly disappointed that he couldn’t get the reaction he wanted from Marcelino. "Relax, John. Is that how you treat someone you’re asking for help from? Especially an enemy? What if I say no?"

Marcelino struggled to keep his composure, but he could feel the tension beginning to boil over. His heart was pounding fast, but he had to stay strong. He knew that Jack only wanted his body, and that was his weapon this time. He couldn't afford to show any hesitation.

"My body is all you want, right? If that's what you want, here I am," Marcelino replied, forcing his voice to remain steady as he slowly approached Jack. "This is your chance, Jack. Go ahead, touch me."
Jack saw the serious expression on Marcelino’s face, and his smile changed—it became more serious, more deceitful. "Take everything off," Jack ordered, his voice heavy with desire.
Marcelino didn’t waste any time. He started removing his clothes one by one until he was left only in his briefs. He felt the cold air brushing against his skin, but every step he took was firm. He knew that no matter how much he disgusted himself for what he was doing, this was the necessary sacrifice.

As Marcelino removed his briefs, Jack’s eyes widened, filled with anticipation like a starving beast. "Go ahead, Jack," Marcelino whispered, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice. "What are you waiting for?"
Jack seemed to lose control over himself. He immediately knelt in front of Marcelino, grabbing his massive figure. Jack’s warm breath hit Marcelino’s skin, and with every breath Jack took, Marcelino felt a strange electricity coursing through him. But he pushed all of it away from his mind. This was a transaction, nothing more. Jack’s mouth moved like sipping a huge hard object. Marcelino’s massive pet seemed around seven to nine inches. This is the not Jack’s first time because he had a lot of experience in different men every night, but Marcelino’s pet was like a huge monster that hard to swallow in a whole. Even it was not easy for Jack, he still manages to do it and fitted to his mouth. When Jack hit his satisfaction, he requested to him, “Oh baby, may dear darling John, could you please Fuck me?”

Marcelino’s eyes widened and he don’t know how to answer him. It was a biggest sin that having sex with his same gender is out mannered and sinful act to him. He doesn’t’ have any choice but to close his eyes ang said, “Go ahead,” his tears falling down and even it was an act for the sake of his mission he also thought how angelic was doing, he even betrayed Angelic for the last time. “This is the last Angelic, I’ll promise,” he whispered silently while fucking to jack.

Their encounter continued, and with every move Jack made, Marcelino could feel the weight of his decision to trade his dignity for his mission. But with each passing second, he reminded himself of his goal—the people depending on the information Jack held. There was no turning back. He had to finish this, no matter the cost.

When it was all over, Jack was left panting. His hands trembled as he handed over the documents to Marcelino. "Here’s all the information you need," Jack whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction but tinged with a hint of regret. Jack knew he had gotten what he wanted, but on the other hand, he also knew that Marcelino was still far from his grasp—he had only obtained his body, not his heart.

Marcelino took the documents without showing any emotion, but deep inside, a voice was telling him that what he did was wrong. Once outside Jack's house, Marcelino suddenly felt the weight of what he had done. His hands began to shake, and in an instant, he felt the warmth of tears on his face. This was the price of his success—something he never thought would bring him this kind of pain.

Marcelino walked away, holding the information he needed, but carrying the burden of his sacrifice. In his mind, he could still hear Jack’s voice—the laughter of victory from a battle Marcelino had won, but one that would never be enough to fill the void in his heart.