March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 22

There was a magnificent lunchbox, incomparable to those from the House. Or various snacks, including fresh fruit… Especially the fresh cream cake he tasted for the first time was so delicious that Sehwa even dreamed about it while taking a catnap.

He wondered why they added the modifier “fresh” to cream, but he realized it immediately after one bite. It was literally fresh. It was a vibrant taste that felt like it wouldn’t die even if you killed it. The softness and moistness that melted away the moment it touched his tongue were so amazing that he devoured it in an instant and then just sucked on the fork. It was so delicious that it brought tears to his eyes.

Perhaps Gi Taejeong had also received a report, as sweet desserts were delivered regularly thereafter. Sehwa unconsciously smiled broadly and ate today’s portion of cake. He vowed that someday, when he left the House and lived on his own… he would definitely buy a cake just for himself on his birthday. He felt he understood why people ate cake to celebrate special occasions.

“…I’m really stupid, aren’t I?”

Forgetting that he had trembled, thinking he was surely going to die now, Sehwa was filled with hope. It had only been a few days since he was thoroughly beaten by Gi Taejeong, and cried bitterly while enduring rough sex without even a kiss. But the food given by the man who hurt him was so precious and enchanting, and no one had ever given him such a gift before… he casually melted into the sweetness in his mouth, trying to convince himself that this situation wasn’t so bad after all.

Anyway, what was given to him was always shabby and trashy. It had always been that way. Whatever he did, he had bad luck, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape his bottom-feeder status. Gi Taejeong at least gave him cake after hitting him, while others just kicked him without giving him a grain of rice. If that’s the kind of life it was, then perhaps this current life was the greatest fortune he could ever obtain.

Moreover, today he received a coloring book. Gi Taejeong seemed to want to tease Sehwa by sending him toys, but unfortunately, this time he was on a losing streak. Sehwa actually liked these childish things. He had never been able to use them freely, no, he had never even owned them, so honestly, they were precious to him.

He spent his spare time eating delicious food without worrying about how much debt he would incur for his meals, and sticking stickers on the toy soldiers and dinosaurs in the notebook. Then, just when he suddenly felt anxious, a new toy would arrive.

His pale skin gradually began to regain its vitality. Even to himself, he looked the best he had in recent memory. Of course, except for brief breaks, he was constantly wrestling with syringes, but that hardly counted as work.

His only complaint, perhaps, was that damn waterbed? Even though he knew there was a perfectly good bed in another room, Gi Taejeong gave no specific instructions. The guards he assigned wouldn’t let him set foot in other rooms, saying the Brigadier General’s permission hadn’t been given.

So, having no choice but to lie down on the softly undulating mattress, the time he spent with Gi Taejeong would naturally come to mind, even if he didn’t try to recall it. Especially their last sexual encounter, where they frantically clung to each other, leaving countless drug packets worth hundreds of millions of won scattered outside.

‘Director, sir, stop… ah, uh-huh!’

‘Spread your legs wider.’

‘You’re done, aren’t you, ah!’

‘Done with what?’

Gi Taejeong asked mischievously.

‘Huh? Say something, baby. What did we do?’

‘Earlier, ah, what we started… you finished it, but… huh, h-h-huh…!’

Not content with merely spouting outrageous obscenities, Gi Taejeong also wanted to hear similar words from Sehwa’s mouth. Explicit words like ‘hole’ or ‘dick’ were mild in comparison. He whispered how Sehwa’s body felt, how his rear devoured his dick, and what expression Sehwa made when that happened… the words were so lewd that even Sehwa, who was usually unfazed by most teasing, felt tears well up from embarrassment.

Among the countless obscenities Gi Taejeong ordered, the only one Sehwa could manage to utter was, ‘Please go deeper, Director.’ Even that was stammered foolishly, and his voice trembled like a goat. But what about that phrase made him so aroused? Gi Taejeong rumbled in his throat as if savoring it, then thrust his hips deeply like a madman. It seemed the title ‘Director’ significantly excited him.

At first, he thought Gi Taejeong was a man who kept his word. He arbitrarily judged him to be the type who would endure when necessary, to enjoy the process of grasping something in his hand. Gi Taejeong was not at all like that; Sehwa wanted to hit his past self for thinking so. Gi Taejeong was a soldier. He was the kind of person who would somehow achieve what he wanted, plant his flag, and even carve his mark until he was satisfied.

‘Sex is only once, uh-huh, you said… ah-uh-huh…!’

‘Yeah. But you didn’t get on top of my face, did you? Did you forget the condition I set?’

It was nonsense. He had already been thoroughly ravished from behind by Gi Taejeong, propped up on the sofa table, as soon as he was dragged here. Even after they moved to the bed and he was inserted, Gi Taejeong would pull out, claiming the hole was too tight, and then return his tongue to it.

His rear was already hot from the constant insertion of Gi Taejeong’s club-like dick, and with the continuous licking and sucking, it swelled up. Moreover, the area was bitten all over, leaving dense teeth marks from his perineum to his buttocks. Of course, Sehwa didn’t want to know the state of his rear, but Gi Taejeong forced him to look. He held Sehwa’s arm behind his knee, made him face the mirror, and then spread his legs wide, forcing him to take in his entire reddened underside. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was a disgustingly lewd sight.

‘Huh, haah… ah!’

‘How did you only get fat here? F*ck, so sexy.’

Gi Taejeong poked his plump, reddened perineum. Then, finding it amusing, he leaned Sehwa’s back against his chest and continued to torment just that area.

‘If I touch it like this… water splashes up to here. See? This is your cum.’

‘Uh, ah, it hurts… sir…’

‘Lies. You’re getting hard, saying you like it.’

Gi Taejeong pressed Sehwa’s fully erect penis and scrotum against his belly, claiming they interfered with touching his hole, then continuously stroked, massaged, and lightly slapped his perineum and hole. Each time, the semen that had accumulated inside gushed out. Seeing his thighs smeared with opaque white fluid, Gi Taejeong, aroused again, gripped Sehwa’s waist tightly.

‘Gasp, Director, ah, no, not like this, no…!’

As he tried to insert again, Sehwa begged and pleaded for a different position. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he realized Gi Taejeong was being very lenient. It was already this bad even though that ominous object hadn’t entered even a quarter of the way. If he took it in doggy style, his internal organs might be completely damaged.

‘Oh? Then do you want to try hard yourself?’

His face, with his tongue slightly out and a bright smile, was as fresh as a mischievous boy. He had once heard the term “eye candy” somewhere. Gi Taejeong was exactly that. A face like candy that tasted sweet just by looking at it.

‘It’s getting boring because you always just take it from behind like a dog.’

‘That’s not it…’

‘Ah, no. Or are you doing this because you heard that doggy style makes it easier to get pregnant? Hmm… if that’s the case, then I can’t help it.’

But why were all the words that came out of that face so awful?

‘If you want to get pregnant that badly, I guess I have to indulge you.’

‘Huh, h-h-huh… ugh!’

‘Lift your butt higher… and, hmm, clench a little more.’

He was trembling, wondering what worse things he would make him say, but Gi Taejeong generously changed his mind. Fortunately, it was the prone position, just like at the beginning. At this point, he even felt it was definitely a relief.

Sehwa, as Gi Taejeong desired, tantalizingly tightened and loosened his hole. He tried to gently draw Gi Taejeong’s firmly erect dick into his inner wall. Of course, Gi Taejeong again muttered curses fiercely, and then, like a drill, roughly worked his dick and immediately ejaculated. Even after ejaculating several times, the quantity was still large and the color was dark. If Sehwa had truly been a male capable of pregnancy, he would have been pregnant long ago.