March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 33

“…Director, just now….”

It was a strange face. Of course, the skin he was wearing wasn’t Lee Sehwa’s real one, but Gi Taejeong could roughly guess the expression the timid person hiding underneath was making.

When Lee Sehwa had a lot to say and ask Gi Taejeong but hesitated, unable to voice it… whenever that happened, Lee Sehwa would make that face. Even when he asked why Gi Taejeong only wanted to have sex with him, Lee Sehwa would make that exact expression, his eyes teary, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

If it were business as usual, Gi Taejeong would press him on what had triggered him to squirm like that, tease him thoroughly, and then take him, but… that wasn’t important right now. Gi Taejeong, a normal person who loved alcohol, cigarettes, and sex very much, unlike bastards like Kim Seokcheol, knew about priorities.

“Tear open the sack with the ssangpi pattern, and you’ll find the drugs we were looking for.”

“…Huh? Inside here?”

Lee Sehwa, who had been looking at Gi Taejeong with a somewhat moist gaze, hurriedly looked into the sack. His movements were frantic, like someone who had been hit hard while dreaming a sweet dream. His earlobes were even flushed, perhaps embarrassed that he had been lost in other thoughts.

Gi Taejeong didn’t know why he was making such a fuss, but it must be a trivial matter. He hadn’t seemed to grasp the reality when Gi Taejeong offered to clear all his remaining debt for one sexual encounter, but he was the kind of person who would tremble with emotion over a single cake and open his hole while crying.

As the whereabouts of the Z2 became clear, the task grew increasingly tedious. Gi Taejeong idly thought about making Lee Sehwa cry as soon as they left.

Should he try it in the car on the way back? That would be good too. If he whispered that someone passing by seemed to be looking at his hole, he would wet himself and burst into tears. If he had him in the face-to-face missionary position and then spun him around to face forward, his swollen nipples would tremble, and he would freeze. It would be good to tie his hands appropriately since he would want to hide his erect, swaying dick.

The feeling of his tight hole twitching wildly each time Gi Taejeong slapped his perineum while he sucked his cock was maddeningly good. When his legs were spread wide, the line of muscle that rose straight from his inner thigh was beautiful. If Gi Taejeong bit there, the soft flesh nearby, especially his round buttocks, would tremble. Ah, damn it. Gi Taejeong wanted to fuck him right now. But he didn’t know when Lee Sehwa would be able to take all of his dick. Still, Gi Taejeong was trying his best not to tear his hole since he had to get pregnant… but Gi Taejeong didn’t know how long he could hold back. In his mind, Gi Taejeong was already tearing through Lee Sehwa’s insides, penetrating all the way to his colon until he was a mess.

“Let’s finish this quickly. It’s boring.”

Gi Taejeong ripped open the sack with one hand, and Lee Sehwa recoiled with a pale face. He looked a little disgusted.

“What’s wrong?”

“How did you… no, never mind.”

Lee Sehwa approached the shelf. His determined head shake, as if steeling himself, was amusing. When Gi Taejeong put a filter over his eyes and thought, That’s not some shitty criminal bastard, that’s Lee Sehwa, he looked like his original self again. Watching Lee Sehwa sift through the pouring powder, Gi Taejeong continued his shameful and wicked fantasies. What if he stripped Lee Sehwa naked and did it while he wore this disguise? The thought of his beautiful face, ruined by humiliation and shame, kept Gi Taejeong excited.

Unaware of what Gi Taejeong was thinking, Lee Sehwa moved carefully. He smelled it, tasted it. He nodded, confirming it was the item he knew, but then, as if to confirm once more, he scooped up the powder with his index finger. Sucking his finger, Lee Sehwa nodded again. Anyway, he wasn’t just pretty; his body and actions were also ridiculously lewd.

“It’s the medicine Lieutenant Kim was making.”

He seemed happy to finally have something to do. Or perhaps he felt relieved to have something else to focus on. He prattled on about how it was slightly different from when he manufactured it, what might have been produced around this time, and why… He seemed to be doing his best to prove his usefulness, perhaps upset that Gi Taejeong had called him ignorant earlier.

“Wait here while you pack that.”

Gi Taejeong chuckled and gave his final command, and Lee Sehwa spun around to face him. His finger was still in his mouth. His eyes were so wide that his contact lenses looked like they might pop out.

“Wait here… where are you going?”

“You said chrysanthemum is September, right? And ssangpi counts as 2 points.”

“…That’s true, but.”

“The Z2 will also appear when we reach the related number. Considering the person who hid this is Kim Seokcheol.”

At the mention of numbers, Lee Sehwa looked around, then found the sign on the shelf and instantly froze. He hadn’t seemed to notice it much until now. Lee Sehwa, raising himself on his tiptoes to check the number beyond the shelf in front of him, looked up at Gi Taejeong with somewhat moist eyes. Realizing that section 9-2 was quite a distance from here, he completely lost his spirit.

“This is 8-1 here….”

“Then should I carry you? All the way there?”

“Th-that’s not it, but….”

“It’ll be faster if I go, won’t I?”

It was enough if it looked fine from a distance, so Gi Taejeong hadn’t disguised the intricate details. For example, his earlobes, or the shape of his fingers. So Lee Sehwa’s eyelashes, which curled up gently like the tip of a Korean traditional sock, were his own. Watching him blink slowly, his long eyelashes drooping sadly, Gi Taejeong let out a small laugh. He had been calling him cute, cute, and now he really seemed to think he was something special.

“I’ll be back soon. Anyway, it only ends when you put the collected medicine into the case, right?”

“Then….”

His arrogant delusion that he was something special deserved to be shattered… but his frustrated and foolish behavior was quite cute. Gi Taejeong wondered if this was what it felt like to bring a small animal home. Gi Taejeong, now a little more lenient, gestured with his chin as if to say, Speak, but suddenly, an unusual vibration came from afar. A vibrating hum from the wall and the sound of something heavy thudding to the floor.

“D-director… what was that just now?”

It was a familiar sound. It seemed the fire doors had begun to activate.

“If you’re going to die, just die quietly, you damn nuisance….”

Whether it was someone dead or someone still alive and hiding, someone had activated the emergency system. The fire doors were coming down in sequence, like falling dominoes. If this continued, they would be trapped inside. Of course, Gi Taejeong was confident he could escape no matter what they trapped him with. But Lee Sehwa was not.

“I guess I really have to carry you.”

Lee Sehwa was stiff, not knowing what to do.

“Are you deaf? Get on my back.”

Even though Gi Taejeong offered his back and bent his knees slightly, Lee Sehwa remained silent.

“I won’t say it again. If you keep acting like this, I’ll leave you here to die, or whatever.”

When Gi Taejeong coldly retorted that if he wanted to take all the blame and be shot, he could keep acting like that, only then did Lee Sehwa hesitantly put his arms around Gi Taejeong’s neck. The giant top, like a hot dog wrapper, rustled and crumpled. His heart was beating so fast that its pulsations were fully transmitted to Gi Taejeong’s back, where he was pressed against him.

“I don’t have the presence of mind to support you, so hold on tight.”

When Gi Taejeong whispered that it would be his fault if he fell and Gi Taejeong wouldn’t save him, Lee Sehwa’s legs, wrapped around Gi Taejeong’s waist, tightened even more. It wasn’t threatening at all, and Gi Taejeong couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Lieutenant Park, the fire doors have started to come down.”

“In what manner?”

“It’s not a complete lockdown; one section closes, then the next. It’s an old system, so the speed is slow.”

“Stop it as much as you can. The Brigadier General isn’t alone.”

“Yes, understood.”

Lieutenant Park busily moved the controller, watching Gi Taejeong and Lee Sehwa—no, Gi Taejeong carrying Lee Sehwa—running down the corridor. All necessary footage had already been captured. It had been distributed and saved in various places, and all used lines had been burned. Now, they just needed to get the drugs and get out.

“Um, Lieutenant Park.”

Suddenly, a long vibration hummed, and he was about to yell, asking what crazy bastard it was, when Chief Warrant Officer Choi awkwardly held out a phone. It was Lee Sehwa’s secretly cloned phone.

“It’s not a saved number, but judging by the content, it seems to be Kim Seokcheol.”