March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 13

My body trembled uncontrollably at the vulgar, baseless demand. If he had just told me to spread my legs, I might have accepted it. But to sit on my face and… do what, exactly?

“If you don’t like it, say so.”

Gi Taejeong had already finished his portion and stood up. His movements were leisurely, like a beast content after a feast.

“But know this. You proposed this bet, and if I win, it won’t end with your ass just getting fucked up.”

Yesterday’s offer, promising anything I desired in exchange for sex, had now plummeted to the level of him thoroughly taking my backside. The clumsy bet seemed to have ignited Gi Taejeong’s fire.

“You’re going to get fucked until you’re actually pregnant. Got it?”

He must have already figured out all my characteristics anyway. So why did he keep saying things like that to fluster me? Declaring that he’d play with me until he got bored would have been threatening enough. Because I knew Gi Taejeong was truly capable of such things. But he was having fun saying things like “pregnant,” making him completely unpredictable. Was he doing this because he genuinely wanted to sleep with me? Or was I just prey he was about to chew up, playing with me a bit with his front paws…?

A deep weariness washed over me. The guys at the House were absolutely right. If I just stayed still, I’d at least be average, but I’m the kind of bastard who always fights to the end and ends up in hell. The kind of bastard who thinks that’s tenacity and diligence… That was me.

“Then why did you fight, why did you fight? Trembling like that.”

Gi Taejeong lightly tapped my cheek with the back of his hand. Why did I fight? But if I had done nothing, I would have been torn to shreds and died. So how should I have lived? If I struggled and tried anything, I’d sink even deeper, and if I stayed still, my neck would be snapped. What on earth could I do to make my life peaceful? The boss, Maejo, and Moran, they all lived outside the city walls just fine, so why did misfortune only befall me? Why?

“There are many really pretty… and skilled kids at the House. If you prefer men, there are those who can… naturally, that is, those born to be with men…”

Sehwa opened his lips, as if resigned.

Fine. Let’s do whatever. He said he wouldn’t put it inside anyway. He said he’d only suck. He seemed to be the type who liked to grasp things firmly in his hand, so he’d probably keep his word. More importantly, it wasn’t as if he had no experience with anal sex. Sehwa tried hard to find the good points. Compared to the first client who violated him, Gi Taejeong was a godsend. If they hadn’t met like this at the House, he might have been the one to blush and follow him, confessing his interest. So, today, he decided to quietly give in and think of other ways, but.

“So what? You want me to buy another male prostitute and fuck him?”

This, he couldn’t understand. Why was Gi Taejeong so fixated on his body? Reviewing Gi Taejeong’s past words, he seemed to desire sex with him more than hints about the drug. Even while being passionate enough about Lieutenant Kim’s case to infiltrate a House outside the city walls.

“Rather than that… I can’t do as well as those who are naturally gifted. I’ll just be clumsy… and yet…”

“And yet?”

Moreover, this place was overflowing with prostitutes who, as Gi Taejeong often said, could actually get pregnant—that is, men born to be able to carry a man inside them. He couldn’t possibly not know that, so why…?

“The reason you keep insisting on… doing it with me, is there another reason…?”

“Ah, ah… Is that all you’re curious about? Nothing else?”

Gi Taejeong, who had been waiting for Sehwa to finish speaking, leaning his leg askew, asked back mischievously.

“Huh? I’m… ugh, cough…!”

It happened in an instant. The patch wrapped around his neck tightened like a leash, causing Sehwa’s body to lurch forward. The quite sturdy patch, which hadn’t gone limp even when doused with water, became tattered with a single gesture from Gi Taejeong.

“Baby.”

With a refreshing call, his body flew like a piece of paper. Sehwa was flung onto the bed, continuously coughing. His body was immediately flipped over, as if to give him no time to catch his breath. A large hand efficiently spread his knees and lifted his hips. The gown he was wearing cascaded down his spine, making his vision entirely white. Startled, his coughing wouldn’t stop, all he could see were cheap fabric scraps, and the waterbed kept shaking as if rippling… He was completely disoriented.

“Do you know why they call a rag a rag?”

He wasn’t wearing underwear, his bare skin exposed. Sehwa, belatedly realizing where Gi Taejeong’s gaze was fixed, squirmed and twisted his body.

“Here, I mean. If you just look at the bottom hole, it really shows.”

As if to stop his movement, Gi Taejeong held his buttocks and split them open like an apple. It was a position that fully exposed his back hole, stretched taut without a single wrinkle. Was he really going to do it like this? Just treating it as a hole to be flipped over and sucked? If so, why did it have to be him even more…? Sehwa, confused and ashamed, curled his bent body into a small ball. No, he tried to curl up, but Gi Taejeong slapped his buttocks hard, leaving him frozen in that awkward position.

“I’ve inadvertently learned a lot because there aren’t just one or two spies infiltrating the unit pretending to be prostitutes.”

“Ah, ugh…!”

“Looking at it, a real male prostitute has a lot of scratches around the hole, or bruises that never fade, or handprints left behind… Or else they know how to clench and spread their hole, acting cute. They only have one thing in their head: how to wiggle their butt to look hot to others, rather than what they feel, so their movements themselves are unique.”

Sehwa clutched the gown he could grab. His whole body tensed up, causing the flesh of his buttocks to tremble like a startled rabbit.

“Even a high-class prostitute who gets to choose their clients is no exception. That’s why they call a male prostitute a rag. Because no matter how cleanly you wash it, it shows.”

It was a topic he had never been interested in. After all, Sehwa was not a professional prostitute. But listening to Gi Taejeong’s words, his heart sank. He had slept with clients at least… more than ten times so far. He had been treated roughly, as Gi Taejeong described, with scratches and bruises all over. Did it show that his body wasn’t cherished and loved by a lover…? Easily noticeable enough to be treated like a disposable bastard?

“I don’t like such rags. And pretending to be chaste is even more unappetizing.”

“Ugh, uht…!”

Gi Taejeong, who was now massaging his buttocks in a pleasant way, unlike before, definitely seemed skilled in sex. His touch was so soft, it was unimaginable that he was the same person who had brutally beaten Sehwa yesterday and crushed the apple just moments ago.

“Ah, uh-huh…”

A firm hand rubbed between his spread hole and legs. When the warm body heat enveloped his round, swollen scrotum, the strength in his knees involuntarily gave way. Sweet, melted sugar-like moans kept escaping his lips, so Sehwa stuffed the gown into his mouth. He felt he needed to hold something in to keep from crying like a child. He had just heard from Gi Taejeong why his body was like a rag, and he didn’t want to appear as if he was enjoying it.

“You’re doing something useless.”

Unlike before, a muffled, throbbing sound came, and only then did Gi Taejeong remove the gown. It was less “removing” and more like tearing off a skin, his movements were so rough.

“Anyway, that’s my preference…”

A rock-hard thigh gently pressed down on his buttocks. His delicate, soft flesh crumpled like whipped cream. Gi Taejeong made a sound, “Mmm,” as if enjoying the sensation.

“To say something nice, it has to be you.”

Overlapping their bodies, Gi Taejeong slipped his hand under Sehwa’s pressed upper body. The hand that had just been patting his embarrassing parts now firmly gripped his flat chest.

“Ah, this kind of thing, you said you wouldn’t… Ah…!”

“There’s a reason I have to cum in your hole.”

His delicate nipples were crushed between calloused fingers. The tiny piece of flesh, which he usually didn’t even notice, instantly swelled plump.

“So let’s not talk about buying other bastards, baby. It makes me really upset.”