March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 23

The sex ended that way, but even after washing up, he had to endure being bothered for a long time under the pretext of applying ointment to his rear. When Gi Taejeong demanded that he show him all the semen he had ejaculated inside by spreading his buttocks with both hands, Sehwa again shed tears.

His eyes red, he shed thick tears, and Gi Taejeong, clicking his tongue regretfully, applied ointment inside his hole. Why was this person so… vulgar…?

Above all, what frightened Sehwa was the thought that he might eventually act exactly as Gi Taejeong wished. At first, he tried to avoid sex at all costs. He even comforted himself by thinking it would end after just one time. But in the end, he not only gave his body completely as Gi Taejeong desired but was also reduced to begging him to just do it gently.

He was afraid that the day would come when Gi Taejeong’s lewd and chaotic words would no longer bother him. He was afraid of what would happen if he started moving his hips and spreading his hole on his own, repeating Gi Taejeong’s words like a parrot.

‘Even when I’m not here, keep yourself loose like this. I’ll f*ck you the moment I see your face.’

Without knowing what Sehwa was thinking, or perhaps not caring what he thought, the man said he was done and patted his butt. Sehwa’s delicate skin was stained crimson like a hanafuda card from being hit so much by Gi Taejeong’s body and hands.

‘You said… only once, for sex…’

‘I did. But you opened your hole and said you liked it first.’

‘When did I…!’

‘Ah, if you don’t like it, get on top! Finish by squirting. That’s all you need to do.’

Exhausted by the continuous nitpicking, Sehwa clamped his mouth shut like a clam. He didn’t know what that damn squirt was that he kept being told to do.

‘Why? Are you afraid you can’t do it? I think there’s plenty of potential.’

Even though he had no interest or will for such an act, Gi Taejeong cheered him on, saying he could definitely squirt. Sehwa turned his head as if to say, ‘Don’t even bother.’ It was his timid and only form of rebellion.

‘Oh, right. While I’m gone, wrap this around yourself and keep taking the medicine diligently.’

‘…Medicine?’

‘Yeah. Lift your butt.’

Gi Taejeong, who knows when he brought it, wrapped the patch he had attached on the first day around Sehwa’s body. This time, however, it was not around his neck, but around both thighs. To be precise, it was the area where the buttocks and thighs connected. The part where regulars would point and say, ‘Look at that ass-flesh,’ whenever strippers walked by in hot pants that were practically underwear.

‘Ah…!’

As he lifted his lower body so his knees almost touched his chest, his naked lower half was exposed. Sehwa tried to cover his limp, dangling penis, but Gi Taejeong slapped the back of his hand hard, preventing him from achieving his goal.

‘Are you trying to make me horny? Then keep going. I’ll f*ck you after I wrap all this around you.’

When Sehwa quickly placed his lost hands on his chest, Gi Taejeong chuckled.

‘I won’t do anything. I have to go too.’

He chided him and focused on wrapping the patch. Of course, Sehwa couldn’t believe him. By now, Sehwa had decided not to believe anything Gi Taejeong said, especially on topics related to sex.

‘How is it? Uncomfortable?’

‘A little…’

Actually, it was very uncomfortable. Perhaps intentionally, the patch was tightened so much that his flesh seemed to bulge upwards.

‘Stand up.’

When he awkwardly stood up on his knees, indeed, some flesh squeezed out. Although he had more flesh there than in other areas, he was inherently thin, so it looked as if he had forcibly squeezed out every bit of flesh he had. Which was true.

Sehwa didn’t know what picture Gi Taejeong had in mind, but to him, it just looked hideous. There was nothing arousing about it, yet Gi Taejeong seemed very pleased, even whistling.

‘Director, if you could just place it a little lower…’

‘You can walk, can’t you?’

‘Still…’

‘You’re not going to take your clothes off in front of other bastards, and I like it, so it’s fine.’

Gi Taejeong finished securing the patch with a satisfied expression. Sehwa felt a little down. So he just plopped back down, curling up like a pill bug. It would have been much better if it were like a collar. This appearance, like a garter belt with the vertical line connecting the body abruptly cut off, felt even more embarrassing because Gi Taejeong’s clear intention was so blatant.

‘Baby.’

It wasn’t that he dared not answer the call. But he was indeed a little upset, so he wanted to show it, however slightly. He wanted to timidly rebel, to show that he wasn’t a puppet moving at his will. He merely intended to answer a little slower than usual. But,

‘Ack!’

Gi Taejeong didn’t even allow that. His ankle was grabbed, and his body was pulled down. A large hand crossed his legs into an X-shape and completely folded his lower body until it was pressed against his chest. His forcibly lifted waist and tightly pressed ankles ached.

‘I looked it up, and they say it’s good to stay like this after sex.’

‘Director, ah, it hurts…’

‘They say it helps you get pregnant faster.’

‘I-I’m sorry… it hurts too much, that’s why, my back hurts…’

He tried to explain that he hadn’t deliberately mumbled, but Gi Taejeong didn’t even listen, pulling out a pill bottle from his pocket. Fortunately, it wasn’t an aphrodisiac, but a therapeutic drug that Gi Taejeong had given him several times before.

‘It’s the same as the one you took last time. Good for your body. Effective for external and internal injuries, and quite good for detoxification.’

Gi Taejeong waved his hand, telling him to take it quickly. Sehwa opened his mouth, struggled to stretch his neck, and finally managed to swallow the pill. Swallowing it without water, it felt ambiguously stuck in his esophagus.

‘I don’t know exactly what state your body is in, but you’ve been consuming a lot of bad stuff all this time anyway.’

Still clutching his ankle painfully, Gi Taejeong said something he didn’t understand.

‘From now on, only put drugs in syringes, and you, from now on, don’t even think about putting drugs in your mouth. Got it?’

‘But… then I…’

‘Talking back again.’

‘Ack, that’s not, ah… it’s not that, it hurts, it hurts, Director!’

Without this patch, he couldn’t taste, accurately distinguish, and manufacture drugs without getting addicted. He wanted to ask what his use would be if he couldn’t do that. But Gi Taejeong commanded with a resolute face. He told him to keep the patch tightly bound until he returned, and to just eat whatever he sent him.

Gi Taejeong… was truly a strange person. Hurting him like this. Acting is so scary. Yet he kept giving Sehwa things no one else had ever given him.

“…When is he coming back?”

Sehwa, who had unconsciously muttered, startled and covered his mouth. He needlessly looked around, even though no one was listening, and fiddled with the cylinder. Below his gown, his naked body still bore the patch Gi Taejeong had wrapped around him, and the handprints that had turned his ankles crimson were now only bluish bruises.

Having spent all his remaining time practicing loading drugs, he could do it much faster than before. But since there was no one to check it, he didn’t know if he was doing well.

“You can’t do this, sir.”

“Are these bastards crazy…? I’m the boss, who are you stopping!”

“That’s not it, sir, we’re manufacturing drugs inside right now…”

“Are you crazy? Would I touch a customer’s goods? He said he came for something important!”

Sehwa, who had been staring blankly, pushing and pulling the rest, involuntarily jumped up.

“Oh, there he is. Hey, March Boy!”

The boss waved his hand and smiled. His gold-inlaid upper tooth gleamed brightly, as if his wish had finally come true. He used to sing about getting real gold teeth someday…

“I need to pick a day and screw all these guys over, how dare they talk to the boss like that…”

The boss, who had pushed his way inside, shoving aside the men standing guard, let out a long whistle when he saw Sehwa.

“Wow… By the way, are you really March Boy? You should have dressed up like this earlier.”

His snake-like gaze slipped into the slightly open gown.

“Well, Director Gi paid off all your debt. You have to show some loyalty like this.”

His boss’s finger-sized dick was visibly bulging, as if he was already rummaging inside in his dirty imagination. Sehwa averted his gaze in disgust. Yes, being tormented by Gi Taejeong was better than seeing that. It wasn’t strange that he thought so.

“I know you’re busy with the handover, but I need to confirm something with you regarding a contract issue.”

The boss flapped a thick ledger and plopped down on the sofa. On the table directly in front of him, drugs and syringes were scattered messily. The boss glanced at the items with a neutral expression, neither positive nor negative.

“A contract? What contract?”

“The employment contract you signed with me.”