홀리이노센트 이해 안 가면 그냥 영화만 보고 가도 이해에는 큰 무리없음

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영화는 진짜 19금 순한맛임...

3줄요약:
- 테오 보는 앞에서 이사벨한테 매튜가 두번째 남자, 매튜한테 이사벨은 남녀 통틀어 첫경험
- 이사벨 보는 앞에서 테오-매튜 유사
- 이사벨 보는 앞에서 테오-매튜 상호 남자 첫경험 (각자 두번째 경험)

번역은 차마 올리지 못하겠음

원문 참고


(79P)
To Matthew, who had never known the sensation of an alien hand on his sexual organs, it felt as though he had just discovered an unexplored limb of his own. He drew in his breath. Something hard and tight within him, something that had long crucified his soul inside his body, had at last been set free.
When Théo released his arms, they instinctively wrapped themselves round Isabelle’s naked shoulders. She eased her body along his, squashing the penis that was now drolly curved like the arm of an Empire sofa and drawing from him another sharp intake of breath.
Their mouths edged closer, then their sexes.
There were still obstacles to be overcome. They were both virgins, Isabelle because she had never made love except to her brother, Matthew because he had never made love except to himself. Eventually, though, mouths and sexes clicked together at the same time, like adjacent buttons simultaneously buttoned on a shirt front.
While outside, below the bedroom window, could have been heard, had anyone been listening, an inexplicable patter of footfalls and a fanfare of police sirens, Matthew and Isabelle gave themselves up to the adorable gaucheries of love. Under Théo’s eyes, all at once opaque with self-awareness, they paid the forfeit.

That evening no one tiptoed along the corridor of the quartier des enfants. If someone had, if Théo’s bedroom door had been left ajar and the bedside lamp left lit, this is what he would have seen: Théo, Isabelle and Matthew asleep together, the beast with three backs.

==

(88P)

In the first, Théo and Matthew appeared before her as Dick Powell and Ruby Keeler. They wore, respectively, a cadet’s faded khaki uniform and peaked cap, several sizes too small, and a yellow taffeta dress and cloche hat, both of which had belonged to the children’s grandparents. Standing side by side, Théo to the right, Matthew to the left, they began to perform a double striptease. Théo set the ball in motion by untying the ribbon on Matthew’s dress, then darted behind him and reappeared on his left so that Matthew, in turn, could unbuckle Théo’s belt, whereupon he too would dart round Théo, but this time in front of him – and so it went, from accessories to clothes proper, from clothes to underclothes, with such deftness that Isabelle had the impression of a stage-length line-up of chorus boys and girls weaving in and out of one another, each of them removing a single item of clothing from the next until all of them had been stripped bare.

It was then that they launched into ‘By a Waterfall’. Stretched out on the floor, their legs apart, the tips of their toes just touching, their bodies mirrored to infinity, and singing the song as well as they knew how, in spite of forgetting most of the words, they started to masturbate in time with each other. Their penises grew harder and harder, more and more erect, until it seemed as though they too, like their toes, would meet in the middle. At last, arriving at the refrain, with its little falsetto trill, they ejaculated at exactly the same instant, their energies so channelled into their sexual organs that in the fury of the moment the proportions of reality became surrealistically inverted and each was tempted to believe, naked on the floor, that he had been metamorphosed into a giant phallus on whose throbbing vein there stood, bolt upright, a purple-complexioned homunculus spitting gobs of sperm from its tight, lipless mouth.

Applauding madly, Isabelle cried, ‘Encore!’, a request with which neither of the two performers was able to comply.

==

(96P)

A moment later, when Isabelle entered the lavatory, he was still lying there, stretched out amid the multitudinous fluids that his body had discharged, like a blind man who has stumbled over his own breakfast tray.

Tenderly, she picked him up, sponged him down, poking the bursting sponge into his vaulted crevices, squeezing it out along the sore cleft of his buttocks. Half-acquiescent, half-scared, he let her cleanse him further by shaving off his pubic hair, not only around the penis but along the narrow, smouldering trail of gunpowder which ran between his thighs. Gazing at himself in the mirror, Matthew started to excite himself. He rubbed himself against his reflection. He caressed it all over, but it declined to kiss him anywhere else but on the lips. Afaint tracing of these kisses stayed for a while on the misted surface of the glass, before fading away like the Cheshire Cat’s grin.

Suddenly, without warning, Théo pinned him against the reflection. Wild-eyed, his nose bent sideways, his teeth scraping the glass, his left cheek flattened against his double’s right cheek, Matthew started to gasp for air, so desperately one might have thought his reflection was giving him the kiss of life.

It was obvious that Théo meant to sodom-ise him.

Previously, between the two youths, a sense of propriety, as to when and where to stop, as to how far to go too far, had always been observed. From its origins, now irrecoverable, lost for ever, their mutual horseplay had confined itself to the petty humiliations and self-abasements of rituals and raggings. Now, with Théo about to rape Matthew, a rape that already filled him with elation even as he knew its intention was to pain and degrade him, they had ceased to obey their own rules.

Silently thrilled by this bizarre new union, Isabelle watched her brother’s erect penis squeeze through the narrow, hair-snagged passage between Matthew’s buttocks, while, contriving to open a single eye under the pressure of the mirror’s reptilian scrutiny, Matthew himself made out a set of scrunched-up features that were his but not truly his, different from his but not truly different. With an agonised moan that could have been either of pleasure or pain, he capitulated unconditionally, assuming at last the role in which his whole life had cast him, that of the martyred angel, frail of physique and lamblike of character, to be caressed and beaten, cradled and spat upon, inspiring in those who are drawn to him and to whom he is drawn a desire to protect, and at the same time a compulsion to defile, the very innocence that seduced them in the first place.