March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 28

“…Are you crying?”

Gi Taejeong was a little flustered. Lee Sehwa had cried in front of him a few times, but… no, he always cried because of this and that, including sex. Still, he usually stopped easily. Gi Taejeong found it strange and amusing, even deliberately pushing him harder during sex. The way he would bite his lower lip tightly, pretending to be fine even as tears streamed down his face, was both alluring and beautiful. Especially the moment his red lips, pressed by his white upper teeth, turned a pale pink, then sprang back.

It must have been a habit. There was no one for him to lean on, and suffering in silence would only harm himself. Gi Taejeong had felt such emotions himself in his distant, vaguely remembered childhood, so he understood this much perfectly.

Therefore, Lee Sehwa should have smiled. With swollen eyes and cheeks, tears stopped, smiling as if everything was fine now, and opened the cake box. Just like he did in the CCTV footage Gi Taejeong had secretly watched.

“Why are you crying, you.”

“Ah, I won’t cry, it’s just… this is just….”

Lee Sehwa covered his face with the sleeve of his gown. Gi Taejeong briefly took the box away, fearing he would crumple it, and he cried even more sorrowfully.

“Hey. I’m not taking it.”

“…Yes.”

“I just moved it aside because I was afraid you’d ruin it.”

“Yes, I know… sniff….”

Tears, snot… it was a complete mess. He sighed as if he had calmed down, lowering his arm, only to tear up again at the sight of the cake box sitting squarely on top of the drug powder.

“Anyone would think your husband died.”

When Gi Taejeong grabbed his waist and sat him on one of his thighs, Lee Sehwa trembled in surprise.

“Director….”

“Wow, I thought you were skinny, but you’re surprisingly heavy?”

“Th-that’s because… I’m like this….”

He was a man too, and not that short… Lee Sehwa stammered, twisting his body. Unaware that the knot of his gown was loosely coming undone. Then, belatedly realizing that Gi Taejeong’s gaze was fixed on his face, very close, he awkwardly lowered his head. It seemed he had belatedly become aware of his messy appearance.

“Oh dear, stopped crying now? Feeling better because I hugged you?”

“…Don’t do that….”

Lee Sehwa’s cheeks flushed as Gi Taejeong teased him exaggeratedly. Come to think of it, this was the first time Gi Taejeong had seen him this close. He had been in the missionary position before, but then he was too busy biting his neck, shoulders, or chest to look at his face. Tears still clung to the tips of his long eyelashes, fanned out like a peacock’s tail. Should he lick them? Come to think of it, Gi Taejeong hadn’t thought of sucking his cheek when he cried before. Sweat smelled sweet, so Gi Taejeong wondered what tears would taste like.

“…Ah, Director? Sud-suddenly….”

As Gi Taejeong flung open his gaping gown and grabbed his white, soft flesh, Lee Sehwa urgently curled up. He seemed unsure whether to be surprised by the sudden sexual contact or by having his messy face seen up close.

“Ah…!”

Gi Taejeong grabbed his flat, thin chest, then slipped his nipple between his fingers and twisted it, and Lee Sehwa’s breath instantly hitched.

“That, ledger. Isn’t it mine now?”

“Di-director….”

Perched on Gi Taejeong’s thigh, Lee Sehwa panted, unable to control his spread legs.

“I paid off all your debts, didn’t I? So, strictly speaking, the bond has been transferred to me.”

The phrase ‘strictly speaking’ was not appropriate to use here. From the outset, it was part of a gamble, a transaction where an equivalent exchange was made by Lee Sehwa enduring lewd harassment from Gi Taejeong. Just because Gi Taejeong paid off Lee Sehwa’s remaining debt did not mean he could become a new creditor. Nevertheless, Gi Taejeong shamelessly asserted that the ledger, which probably contained every moment of Lee Sehwa’s life from birth until now, had become his.

“I overheard earlier that the boss asked for 3.7 billion won. Is that right?”

“3.78 billion….”

He mumbled weakly, then Lee Sehwa tightly shut his mouth. He only moved his lips, suppressing the groans he reflexively let out, as if he wanted to say something.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Huh?”

“I can’t pay it off. Public officials are usually poor, you know.”

“What…! I wasn’t thinking that!”

Lee Sehwa firmly said, placing his hand on Gi Taejeong’s shoulder. But he had no strength at all, so it only looked like he was gently resting his arm to help Gi Taejeong’s playful hands.

“I just… thought it was unfair… and that I wasn’t going to pay it back… I wasn’t going to lean on you, not even a little….”

That must have been his true feeling. But he must also know that Son Byung-kyu was not the type to back down easily in front of money… Given Lee Sehwa’s personality, it was obvious he wouldn’t ask him to pay it off again, but he might have been considering asking for a loan. Kim Seokcheol was still a good excuse, and he might have recklessly thrown out a card, claiming he could prove his usefulness even more than now.

Gi Taejeong pinched and twisted the plump, apricot-colored nipple, then squashed and rubbed it. Lee Sehwa’s head drooped, unable to bear it. A sweet scent wafted up from his sweat-soaked crown. The smell of warm, sugared milk.

“Alright, you don’t have to pay that money back.”

“…Huh?”

“According to the law here, once the bond is in my hands, others shouldn’t interfere, right? I bought that ledger from Son Byung-kyu for 200 million won, didn’t I?”

“……”

“I paid off your debt for you, and there’s something I’m supposed to get in return.”

“…Director.”

“So, stop thinking useless thoughts and just think about how you’re going to squirt for me.”

Gi Taejeong’s hand, gripping his white buttocks, repeated its rough movements. He kneaded him like dough, then spread him wide, then buried his nose in his neck and inhaled deeply. Judging by his actions, he looked like someone who had longed for Lee Sehwa’s body all this time.

“I’ll hold onto the ledger until then, and then I’ll burn it for you.”

His rough fingers, calloused in many places, subtly groped the wet area around his opening. Outwardly, they looked long and smooth, but surprisingly, his knuckles protruded, and they weren’t thin either. They were the rough hands of someone who had trained for a very long time. Overwhelming sensations flooded him, and Lee Sehwa panted with his dry chest, trying to catch his breath.

“Crying again, this one.”

“I’m not crying….”

“Hey, swollen eyes from crying won’t even respond to medicine.”

“That’s, uh, I wasn’t going to… sorry….”

“Aren’t you going to stop?”

“Hmph, hmph…!”

Even as he probed his opening and urged him, Lee Sehwa leaned his forehead against Gi Taejeong’s shoulder and just cried sorrowfully. It didn’t seem like a fearful or pathetic cry. Gi Taejeong already knew the expressions Lee Sehwa made and the sounds he let out when he was like that. So what was the meaning of Lee Sehwa’s face now, and his tears? If he wasn’t afraid of Gi Taejeong, and wasn’t crying because of his pathetic situation.

“I told you to keep your hole well-probed while I was away, didn’t I? So I could just fuck you as soon as I came back.”

“Ah, Director…!”

“How are you ever going to take all of my dick when you’re this tight?”

“Ha, uh-huh…!”

Gi Taejeong put his warm earlobe and helix into his mouth and rolled them around, then spread Lee Sehwa’s legs wide. It was uncomfortable since the path wasn’t fully made yet, and his legs only spread a little.

“Di-director, this….”

As Gi Taejeong adjusted his posture so he could straddle both of his thighs instead of just one, Lee Sehwa squirmed, embarrassed and anxious.

“Look, you’re spreading your legs this wide, but your hole keeps closing up. You’re not a virgin, so why is your hole like this? Huh?”

“Director, why on earth, ah, uh-huh… why are you doing this… why always at a time like this….”

Lee Sehwa stammered, his face flushed. This was the ugliest Gi Taejeong had seen Lee Sehwa since he knew him. Even when he wore some ridiculous clothes and had uneven tanning spray on, he wasn’t this ugly.

“Why? Are you moved?”

“Huh? I-I never…!”

Gi Taejeong clicked his tongue lightly and asked teasingly, and Lee Sehwa’s face turned as red as a ripe apple. It was so red it looked like it would burst.

“You’re not crying anymore.”

His bitten nose tip was damp. Gi Taejeong took the opportunity to suck his swollen cheek too. Even just holding it in his mouth seemed to hurt him, and Lee Sehwa groaned. Like a dog that hadn’t eaten gruel for three days.

“Then, do you want some cake?”

“…Yes.”

Lee Sehwa nodded obediently. Distracted by the cake in front of him and Gi Taejeong’s suspicious comfort, he didn’t even suspect the state of his own back hole, which was getting wet with cum, even without aphrodisiacs or Gi Taejeong sucking him.

“Good. I bought it especially for you, so you have to show me you’re eating it both ways, up and down?”

It was a little later that Lee Sehwa fully understood what Gi Taejeong’s whisper meant.