March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 49

As soon as the heavy sedan started, it began to move on its own. Against the backdrop of the shops on the 4th Ring Road, which were beginning to light up, Gi Taejeong told Sehwa the true purpose of their outing. Sehwa had expected him to talk about debt, since he said he would tell him about his parents, but unexpectedly, he brought up the topic of Sehwa’s constitution first.

“Anyway, this is just a guess, so you’ll hear the details from an expert. Honestly, I don’t even understand what he’s talking about.”

He said there would soon be an opportunity to hear an explanation directly from a military doctor.

Sehwa blinked slowly. So, according to Gi Taejeong, Sehwa seemed to have a constitution that selectively absorbed only beneficial ingredients for his body and discarded what wasn’t. Listening to Gi Taejeong’s reasons for his conjecture, it sounded much more plausible. Even parts that Sehwa himself found difficult to explain were neatly clarified. However, despite understanding what he was saying, it didn’t feel real.

“What if my constitution is…”

Sehwa’s babbling question was abruptly cut off. A large hand covered the back of his neck and pulled his upper body sideways. His lips were instantly devoured. The kiss was neither soft nor rough. It was a kiss, countless times by now, that felt as if it would wear them both away.

Even though the atmosphere had softened a bit, Sehwa still had no choice. His tension, fearing he might do something in a place with poor soundproofing, was wasted as Gi Taejeong cleanly withdrew after just the kiss. No, could it even be called a kiss? It felt more accurate to say he had received a vow of obedience from Sehwa.

Anyway, he told him to pack anything he needed, but he allowed Sehwa nothing. A single can of cheap spray, which he had used daily for the past few years, was all he held in his hand, and even that was something Gi Taejeong had instructed him to pack.

‘You could at least give me underwear. I can’t even wear clothes anyway…’

When Sehwa muttered a little sullenly, Gi Taejeong made a stern face, as if it was out of the question.

‘There’s a famous old tale, you know. You’re not supposed to give clothes until after the baby is born.’

Still, seeing him make such vulgar jokes, Sehwa could only assume he was completely relaxed now.

“Brig… Brigadier General…”

Sehwa, panting for breath, felt his heart sink when he saw Gi Taejeong’s clearly swollen penis on his thigh. Gi Taejeong had kissed him several times since they got in the car. Until now, it had stopped at kissing, but there was no guarantee it would continue to be so.

“Then, what… what changes?”

As he desperately tried to change the subject, Gi Taejeong, as if making an effort, released the hand wrapped around his neck. Sehwa glanced at the silhouette of the long, erect flesh through Gi Taejeong’s pants, then swallowed, unnecessarily tense. How on earth had that entered his body? He still couldn’t believe it.

“Well. More people might want to use you. Like me.”

Like me… Sehwa, idly chewing on Gi Taejeong’s lingering words, which seemed to push away Gi Taejeong’s cock, suddenly remembered something and quickly turned his head towards him.

“Were my parents perhaps like this, with this constitution?”

Gi Taejeong had clearly said before leaving the office that he would tell him about “the people who gave birth to you,” not about Sehwa’s “constitution.” But there had to be a reason why he suddenly brought up his constitution. Wasn’t it to explain where his unusual disposition came from?

“Are there… peculiar people like me in the military?”

Gi Taejeong was a soldier. And a high-ranking one at that, an officer who was well-versed in internal affairs. He said that after seeing the treatment work well on Sehwa in the bunker, he started to conjecture about his constitution in a different direction. Given that he had found such specific clues in such a short time, his parents must have been involved with the military.

Sehwa unnecessarily pressed his chest. He didn’t know how they were entangled with the military, but it surely wasn’t in a good way.

Honestly, he didn’t want to meet his parents again. He had never harbored fantasies, even as a snot-nosed child, that his family might have lost him in an unforeseen accident.

His birth was clear. He was wagered as a stake, wrapped in a green blanket instead of swaddling clothes. That was all. Money, especially debt, doesn’t lie. If even one of his parents had been in a respectable position, the creditors would have clung to them to the very end. Not to a newborn who might die at any moment.

So there was no affection or longing whatsoever. No lingering attachment either, but… Sehwa, if he could confirm that he, too, had roots like others, he wanted to. That was all.

“It happened a long time ago… The military once took civilians and conducted various chemical experiments.”

Without a moment to dwell on his emotions, Gi Taejeong brought up a somewhat off-topic story. It was a sudden, piercing ambush, just like his words and actions.

“So I’m guessing that your suspicious constitution might have been influenced by your parents, who were subjects of that experiment at the time.”

“Experiment…?”

“Yes, experiment.”

“……”

“Of course, I don’t think your parents are still alive. That was a project that was covered up because it couldn’t overcome domestic and international public opinion… and I know better than anyone how the military handles its dirty laundry. But if they are alive, I can arrange for you to meet them. Of course, we’ll have to observe the situation until the end.”

The reason I’m bringing this up is, Gi Taejeong drew out his words.

“One of the big shots Lieutenant Kim is serving is involved in that chemical experiment issue.”

“A big shot, you mean…”

“A General.”

At the mention of someone directly below the head of state, Sehwa clamped his mouth shut. It was a rank too uncomfortable to even utter.

“If things go well, we might be able to link it with Lieutenant Kim’s case, so I plan to use your story if necessary.”

He said that he might have to undergo various tests in the future, and his story might be brought up in court. Hearing that, Sehwa actually felt relieved. If he had offered to find his parents purely out of goodwill, it would have been suspicious.

“So, think of it as compensation and speak freely. I’ll do as you wish regarding your parents.”

To what extent did Gi Taejeong’s “as you wish” extend? He was the man who had paid off nearly 200 million won in debt at once. It felt like he would easily grant it even if he asked for new identities for his parents.

“…No.”

So, Sehwa decided to refuse any further favors. He wasn’t sure if he could use the term “fair compensation,” but excessive compensation always ended up as debt. Sehwa was now sick and tired of debt.

“It’s enough if you just tell me how they’re living if they’re alive, or how they died if they’re dead.”

Gi Taejeong raised one eyebrow askance, as if Sehwa’s refusal was unexpected.

“Unexpected. I thought you’d like something like that.”

“Something like what?”

“Family, people to keep by your side… things like that.”

The leather steering wheel with the logo turned smoothly on its own. Things like that, he understood the unspoken words behind them. You’re actually very lonely, aren’t you?

“To be honest with you…”

Blinding, colorful lights began to turn on. The 4th Ring Road was a district that became lively at night. People were busily moving around, preparing to receive customers. Sehwa saw a reflection of his past self in a child sweeping the street, being beaten by the shop owner.

“…I know myself well.”

Sehwa decided to reveal all the selfishness he had buried deep inside. He had already exposed all his shameful parts, so what was there that he couldn’t say in front of Gi Taejeong now?

“Even though I resent them so much, if I were to meet them again as my parents now, I wouldn’t be able to pretend not to know them. It’s obvious I’d want to help them a little. And it goes without saying that helping them wouldn’t end with ‘just this once.'”

“……”

“But to embrace even the people who lived as strangers for 21 years, the people who made me live like this… Right now, I’m just too…”

How much more debt would those people, his parents, have? Right now, since he was officially an orphan, no one had come looking for him, but if creditors found out about the existence of their child, they would surely come rushing in with fire in their eyes.

Sometimes he thought the whole world was conspiring to make him miserable. Without that, there were too many moments when he couldn’t explain such layers of misfortune. So Sehwa decided to close his eyes this time.

“True. It’s a relief if you don’t accumulate more debt here.”

Fortunately, Gi Taejeong agreed without picking any flaws. It was a cool affirmation, neither mocking nor questioning.

“Still, nothing’s certain yet, so think it over carefully. I really intend to use everything.”

“Then… can you make sure they can’t approach me carelessly? Not just finding me on their own, but also not being able to do anything reckless under my name… that would be enough.”

“…Alright.”

“I mean it. You have to do that until I die.”

“Alright. Until you die.”

Only then did Sehwa nod. Yes, he had thought it earlier, but this was better. Gi Taejeong’s method, which was to say he intended to take everything from him now but would grant any desired compensation, even felt quite gentlemanly now.

In the distance, the frantic flashing lights of emergency vehicles were visible. Even before night fully descended, the area in front of the house was packed with people. Sehwa stared blankly at his face reflected in the side mirror. His eyes stung from the pouring red taillights, and he suddenly wanted to ask Gi Taejeong if he could just fly away like last time. If he could, he wanted to fly far away through this long night and become an adult, much older, past all the painful things.

Gi Taejeong had been absent ever since they went out together. Sehwa’s daily life remained the same. He was still wearing only a gown, confined to the office of “Director Gitaejung,” which was fake.

All Sehwa did was eat and sleep. Was it because he had nothing to do? He felt endlessly sleepy, as if he had fallen ill. Now, even the swaying of the waterbed no longer bothered him.

Then, when the time came, his eyes would open wide on their own. He would get up from his disheveled state, wash, and come out, and Gi Taejeong’s subordinates would set a table for him in front of the sofa. Time flew by as he diligently ate, slept again, and occasionally fiddled with the toys Gi Taejeong had bought him.

I can’t keep doing this forever… The boss being quiet was the most unsettling thing. He wanted to clarify the commission issue, but he couldn’t ask anything since it was hard to even see the face of the person holding the ledger.

“Oh… come to think of it, I haven’t heard from Lieutenant Kim either?”

This was also strange. The shelter had been raided quite noisily, but there was no complaint. Of course, Sehwa’s phone had been taken away long ago, but it was suspicious that the man who would have come and laid down, if not for him, was quiet. Or was Gi Taejeong blocking all news about the house? It would be a relief if that were the case… But with everyone keeping their mouths shut as if on purpose, it just felt unsettling.

Anyway, today, as he was washing up to eat and drying his hair, he heard a rustling sound outside. Peeking his head out, he saw Gi Taejeong’s bedroom, half-open.

How many days had it been since he last saw that man? There was no need to think further. Sehwa tied his gown as neatly as possible and timidly headed for the bedroom. There was no telling how much longer he would have to wait for him if not now.

Gi Taejeong was putting on a shirt, as if preparing to go out. As he buttoned it, the fabric stretched taut, revealing the mountainous muscles of his back.

“What.”

Gi Taejeong, having noticed him circling the doorway like a stray cat, asked indifferently without turning around.

“…Are you leaving again today?”

Even to his own ears, his voice clearly conveyed a sense of longing.

“Just wait a bit. Someone’s coming.”

“Someone? Why?”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh, no, it’s not that… I was thinking of going out and taking care of some things today…”

Gi Taejeong tidied his sleeves without a word. He seemed to be contemplating whether he had been too lenient with him these past few days.

“Well, it’s nothing big, I just wanted to go to the bank. The boss withdraws money whenever he wants. But since the Brigadier General paid off all the debt… then he shouldn’t be able to take any more, so I just wanted to confirm that…”

Sehwa rambled on with a somewhat disorganized excuse.

“Is that really something you need to go outside for? I think there’s an ATM here too.”

“I don’t usually use the house’s machines because it’s obvious they’ve pulled some strange tricks. And while I’m out, I also want to get my hair cut a bit…”

Gi Taejeong, who had put on his jacket and turned to grab his belt, had no expression on his face. Sehwa, feeling uncertain, tilted his head slightly. Could he beg more?

“I’ve been too lenient with you lately, haven’t I?”

Ah. It seems not… Sehwa, about to retreat dejectedly, slowly blinked as he caught a strange hint of a smile fleeting across Gi Taejeong’s lips. It was a mirage-like smile that vanished instantly, so he couldn’t be sure… but he didn’t seem as displeased as he had thought.

“Even dogs…”

Hesitating for a moment, Sehwa decided to cling on a little longer.

“Even dogs, when the time comes, you take them for walks. They say if you don’t walk them for the legally mandated time, you have to pay a fine…”

“Dogs? Are you a dog?”

Gi Taejeong let out a scoffing laugh, as if dumbfounded.

Sehwa bowed his head, his earlobes reddening. It wasn’t exactly pleasant for him to compare himself to a pet being raised. But he wanted to go out. He wanted to properly organize the money in his closet, which had been clumsily put together under his pressure, and he wanted to breathe the outside air. He hadn’t thought much of it before, but after going out once and returning, going out felt desperate.

Most of all, he had to meet Maejo. He was curious about the movements of the boss and Lieutenant Kim, but he also wanted to ask about the aphrodisiac. He had first learned while having sex with Gi Taejeong that mixing aphrodisiacs could make a man’s rear wet too. At the time, Gi Taejeong had answered nonchalantly, so he hadn’t thought much of it, but after hearing about other possibilities for his constitution a few days ago, he felt unnecessarily concerned. He needed to confirm whether secreting fluid after taking the drug was a normal reaction, or if it was something peculiar his suspicious body was doing.

“I’ll send someone with you.”

As he nervously awaited his decision, to his surprise, a somewhat positive remark flowed from Gi Taejeong’s lips.

“I’ll see how you behave today and decide how and how much I’ll let you loose in the future, so act properly. Understood?”

Gi Taejeong wiggled his finger, saying he wasn’t joking. Sehwa, delighted, quickly followed him into the room, and he pressed a button on his watch with a slightly bewildered look.

“Lieutenant Park.”

• Yes, Brigadier General.

As he gave instructions to Lieutenant Park, Gi Taejeong gestured with his chin towards the bed.

“Bring some clothes. In a size our darling can wear.”

• Yes, understood.

Seeing that he was even giving him clothes, it seemed he really would let him go out. This time, he hoped he’d give him something decent, not like a potato sack. Sehwa, a little excited, plopped down on the mattress.

“What are you doing? Spread your legs.”

Gi Taejeong rummaged through the bedside table drawer and pulled out that familiar patch.

“…What?”

“You have to wrap this, don’t you?”

“Why would you…”

“Who knows what you’ll do outside.”

If he was going to wrap it around his thigh like last time, he could stand up, but Gi Taejeong deliberately demanded a pose that seemed to imply a sexual act. Still, he was the one who was desperate. Sehwa leaned his elbows on the sheets and half-reclined his upper body. His calm gaze bore down on him. Receiving his indifferent gaze, which showed no hint of arousal, his face naturally flushed red.

Sehwa hesitantly spread his legs, trying his best to pull down the hem of his gown to conceal his exposed genitals.

“Br-Brigadier General…!”

Gi Taejeong, as if mocking Sehwa’s efforts, easily pulled out his smooth cock.

“Wait, why there…!”

That jet-black strap, which had been wrapped around Sehwa’s neck and thighs, was now meticulously wrapped around the indentation below the glans. As Gi Taejeong’s now-familiar touch reached him, the core of his penis began to slowly rise without his consent. The opening, exposed to the air between his parted legs, fluttered slightly as if anticipating something.

Sehwa pressed his lips together, stiffening his body and enduring. Before he could even ask Gi Taejeong why he was doing such a perverted thing, he felt like he would involuntarily let out an embarrassing sound.

“It’s a bit short.”

Gi Taejeong, who had been contemplating for a moment as the patch was an awkward length even after tying the cock, then began to wrap the strap around the base of his scrotum.

“If I had cut it a little longer, I would have put the knot inside the hole.”

Saying he would definitely do that next time, Gi Taejeong adjusted the position of the black ribbon tied around his scrotum. Sehwa, who was about to protest what this was, soon changed his mind. Gi Taejeong would do as he pleased anyway. If that was the case, it seemed better to get as much as he could before Gi Taejeong changed his mind and wouldn’t let him go out.

“You’ll give me underwear… right?”

A small ribbon was lightly placed on the soft flesh, making his penis shaft look slightly lifted even without an erection. If he wore pants like this, his crotch would look abnormally protruding. The shape of the knot dangling below the glans might even show through.

“Of course. I can’t have you walking around looking like ‘I have a ribbon on my cock.’ You weren’t thinking of going out without any, were you?”

Gi Taejeong slapped Sehwa’s taut, swollen scrotum.

“It’s all red and ripe… Anyone who sees this will want to fuck it all up.”

He wanted to retort that no one would be that crazy, that only Gi Taejeong was, but he bit his lip instead, fearing that if Gi Taejeong became perverse, he might tie the patch into a knot and shove it into his hole.

“Don’t even think about going out and smoking, little one.”

Gi Taejeong uncapped a bottle of water next to the bed and suddenly grabbed Sehwa’s hair. As his head was forced back, water poured into his involuntarily opened mouth.

“Brigadier, cough, General…”

Gi Taejeong stepped back and admired Sehwa’s disheveled state. He seemed quite satisfied with his creation.

“Don’t take care of business outside like a dirty dog. If you feel like cumming, come back immediately. Understood?”

Sehwa, aghast, looked down at his tightly bound crotch. Had Gi Taejeong just forced water on him for such a reason? To make him want to go to the bathroom and make him come back quickly? A cold sweat trickled down his spine. Surely… Gi Taejeong wasn’t planning to tie his cock like this in the future, was he? No, more than that…

“Then, can’t I… can’t I untie this? Are you telling me not to go to the bathroom either?”

“Yes. I’ll let you go to the bathroom after I’ve checked if you behaved well outside…”

“Ugh…!”

Gi Taejeong lightly tugged the string tied to his cock and then released it with a snap. Then he gently stroked Sehwa’s head, as if handling a puppy.

“Wait obediently until I come back. Understood?”

It hurt… but it wasn’t unbearable pain. That was the problem. The ambiguous stimulation brought with it an equally ambiguous sexual sensation. Moreover, as his cock rose, the patch mercilessly dug into the hardened flesh, making it seem like he couldn’t cum while tied like this, just as Gi Taejeong said. No matter what it was.

“If you behave properly, there’s no reason for it to hurt, is there? Why are you always complaining, our darling?”

“That’s not the problem… Ah…”

“You’re just so lewd that you’re tied up and still getting an erection. Aren’t you?”

“No, really, it hurts…”

“If it hurts, then why is this happening here?”

A current-like sensation of pain flowed through his sensitive area. The tingling, subtle discomfort sometimes transformed into an undeniable pleasure. The paper-thin difference between pain and sexual sensation began to languidly stir Sehwa.

“It’s not over yet, so spread your legs properly.”