March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 40

“You said you were picked up by the house president to pay off debt. I was dragged into the military like that too. I don’t know if my parents sold me, or if I even had any.”

Gi Taejeong spoke calmly. Just as Sehwa had opened his eyes to find himself in a house warehouse, Gi Taejeong had woken up in a secluded detention center deep within the military.

“Ah…”

A small gasp escaped him. There was nothing he could do. His mouth unconsciously opened, and a sound of pity escaped. He belatedly thought it might look impertinent, or that Gi Taejeong might feel he was being pitied. That was absolutely not his intention.

“What ‘Ah’?”

“I’m sorry. I was just a little surprised…”

Pity, of all things. How dare anyone harbor such feelings for him?

“I was good with my body, better than others. Not just good athletic ability, but as you saw earlier, I had no limits, to the point where you’d wonder if I was even human.”

Broken bones healed cleanly without medicine. He never got tired and didn’t die even after being shot and stabbed multiple times. He survived even when he was deliberately pushed off a cliff.

“That’s how I survived until now. No, not just survived. I killed everyone and even became a brigadier general.”

Gi Taejeong tapped his broad chest. It was near the area where a star-shaped embroidery was sewn. Come to think of it, the indoor clothes he was wearing were subtly different from Sehwa’s. The material seemed more luxurious too. And there were various embroideries, including the star.

To the point where you’d wonder if he was even human… Sehwa desperately tried to find clues in the few sentences Gi Taejeong had just uttered. He peered into the rare, rough gaps, trying to lick at the emotions Gi Taejeong had subtly let slip. If he were to say that he read an inexpressible loss and muffledness in his calm voice… would that be a deception of Gi Taejeong? Was it okay to feel sorry for a man who seemed to have no desire for pity from others? And this was… truly an impertinent thing to say, but if he were to say he felt a slight sense of kinship with Gi Taejeong. Of course, he was of a much higher rank than himself, but if he were to say he saw a similar shadow, then…

“Hmm…”

It was an ambiguous sound, whether he was smoking or sighing. What was certain was that he seemed to see right through Sehwa’s thoughts. Only then did his bustling, noisy mind calm down. When he subtly rolled his eyes to look at Gi Taejeong, he had eyes as cold as if cold water had been splashed on them.

“I’m sorry…”

Sehwa, who had been submerged in a swamp of endlessly gushing thoughts, unconsciously locked the gate to his heart, which had almost swung wide open.

Gi Taejeong was the first person to tell him that he was in a similar situation. Then he should have just… been grateful, despite Gi Taejeong tormenting him severely, and nothing more. Shamefully, he had overly brightened at Gi Taejeong’s misfortune. He had embraced the tiny bit of unfortunate past Gi Taejeong had thrown out and tried to find comfort by fitting it together like a puzzle. Unable to know his place, he was having absurd thoughts about how he could comfort Gi Taejeong, who must have had a hard time.

“Sweetheart. Didn’t I tell you not to be impertinent?”

His voice was as chilling as when he had been kicked, spitting blood. The somewhat comfortable demeanor had completely vanished. Sehwa’s face turned pale as he tried to think of an excuse. He wouldn’t treat him like before again. He had hoped their relationship might change a little… Sehwa sighed softly, regretting the opportunity he had lost due to his own foolishness. And he truly felt sorry for Gi Taejeong.

“I didn’t have any other… intention…”

Staring intently at Sehwa’s glistening eyes, Gi Taejeong put the cigarette in his mouth. It was as if he was gauging when those eyes, which constantly welled up with tears, would swell with moisture again.

His lips parted, and white smoke dispersed from his chest. Gi Taejeong, leaning languidly against the back of the sofa, looked like a fighter who had decided on an irreversible revolution. He hadn’t known it, but a pitch-black flame seethed in his eyes, which he had thought were icy.

Sehwa, flustered by the sudden change in atmosphere, only blinked. Was he offended that he, of all people, dared to pity him? But it wasn’t a pity… If anything, this feeling was closer to kinship. A warm feeling, like wanting to sit beside him and put a hand on his shoulder, saying, “I’ve been there too.” Of course, from Gi Taejeong’s perspective, that might also be offensive… But still, was it really something to get so angry about?

“I told you to be cute…”

“……”

“When did I tell you to like me?”

…What? Sehwa was speechless for a moment. Like him? Me, you? Why did the conversation go that way…?

“Huh?”

He didn’t have to think deeply. Sehwa shook his head wildly.

“What… are you talking about?”

No, it’s not. His denial didn’t even come out in a proper voice. His faint breath, like a gentle breeze, was swallowed by Gi Taejeong’s cigarette smoke, disappearing without a trace. He was being crushed by him. Suffocated. He didn’t know what it was, but… if he was taken like this, it felt like it would be over. Whatever Gi Taejeong was trying to take from him, if he surrendered so easily, it felt like he would be overturned and never be able to recover.

“I don’t know why you’d think that, but…”

Gi Taejeong, who had been contemplating what to do with the freshly lit cigarette, then pressed it down as if breaking the cigarette stick. A burn mark was left on the clean table. A pitch-black trace that would probably never be erased.

“What are you doing?”

Sehwa, shocked by the rude assumption, didn’t even look at him, and Gi Taejeong crooked his finger. Sehwa slowly got up. It wasn’t something he was doing of his own free will. His body, which had ingrained the knowledge that the man wouldn’t wait twice, moved on its own, defying its owner’s will.

He pointed to his rock-hard thigh. He wanted him to sit on it. Like back then, when he had to take Gi Taejeong’s whipped cream into his mouth, into his back hole.

Sehwa just wrung his innocent clothes. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to be treated like a hole. Yet, he was slowly moving his feet. Because he knew that if he didn’t obey, harsher words would pour out. Because he didn’t want to be hurt any more by the man who suddenly said absurd things like, “Why do you like me?”

“…I don’t.”

Clutching his cracked and shattered pride, Sehwa softly mumbled.

“I don’t… feel that way about you, Director.”

As he continued to mumble, “I don’t know why you’d think that,” Gi Taejeong snorted.

“What don’t you feel?”

“I don’t… like you, Director, no, Brigadier General.”

His body, awkwardly resisting, collapsed at the pulling hand. The bitter scent of tobacco, neutralized by strong perfume, wafted over Sehwa.

“Sweetheart. I’m asking this before I rape you again.”

A large hand swiftly pulled down his loose pants. His bare dick, without underwear, popped out.

“Can I put it in and cum?”

“Why… are you asking?”

He was going to do what he wanted anyway. Gi Taejeong, who understood the hidden meaning, smirked. Over his malicious smile, the moment they flew through the sky together overlapped. That face, smiling like a boy, encircled by the vast sky.

“I’m not going easy on you this time. I’m going to thrust it all the way in until your hole is completely torn.”

Sehwa didn’t understand. Of course, he didn’t like Gi Taejeong. Absolutely, absolutely not. The feelings he harbored for him were not such beautiful, pathetic emotions. But regardless of his own feelings… why was Gi Taejeong saying such cruel things to someone he thought liked him?

“…If I say no, will you not do it?”

“No.”

Both his wrists were seized. Sehwa squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled. Now his top would be lifted, and his nipples would be sucked. Gi Taejeong liked to torment Sehwa’s pale nipples until they turned red. He seemed to even feel a sense of accomplishment when the flat flesh was crushed by his tongue and swelled up.

What followed was obvious. He would be forced to spread his legs, raising his buttocks like a dog. There was a water bottle nearby, so perhaps he would roughly wet his rear with it this time. He would have to spread his buttocks wide for Gi Taejeong to easily penetrate with his hand, while being hit on the buttocks or perineum, and then…

As he mentally replayed their exhausting sex, instead of the expected mockery, a long shadow covered his face. Sehwa, squinting in confusion, froze, forgetting to breathe. Gi Taejeong’s lips were excessively close.

“…Ah.”

Gi Taejeong, with his eyes half-lowered, naturally parted his lips. From his forehead to the bridge of his nose and the tip of his chin, Sehwa unconsciously contemplated the rich shadows created by his elegant curves, then reflexively twisted his head. This was a hint. Even a fool couldn’t misunderstand.

He hated it. A kiss. To mock him with the cruelest taunts he had ever heard, and then try to kiss him… Sehwa stiffened his waist, resisting, trying not to be swayed by Gi Taejeong. Absurdly, because of this, his legs, which were wrapped around Gi Taejeong’s thigh, also tensed, inadvertently tightening around his dick as if to squeeze it.

“Not only is he clenching his hole, but he’s doing this with his mouth too.”

Gi Taejeong sneered as if dumbfounded.

“Huh? Oh, this is… I mean…”

Gi Taejeong, holding Sehwa’s wrist tightly as if to snap it, leaned his upper body forward.

“This is why I said you’re ruining your own life. Why do you like someone who treats you like a fuck doll?”

Sehwa’s eyes widened from the dull ache, as if he had been hit in the back of the head. What did he just say…?

“I don’t… like you.”

Shocked, a reflexive denial burst out. Fuck… doll. Tears finally welled up at the vulgar assessment he had never heard before. It seemed Gi Taejeong had been subtly expecting him to cry for some time now. And it was true that he had cried too often in front of him, so he had tried not to show tears anymore… But a fuck doll… wasn’t that too much?

“I don’t like you. Why are you doing this?”

Trying not to sniffle, this time he spoke with stubborn defiance. It was exactly as Gi Taejeong said. Why would he like a man who treated him like a fuck… doll, anyway?

“Really?”

“Yes, there’s no reason for me to… Augh…!”

Gi Taejeong completely twisted the wrist he was holding back and forcibly interlaced their fingers. Ududuk, a horrible sound, truly like a bone breaking, echoed.

“Alright. I understand, so this time, you absolutely must get pregnant. Understood?”