March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 53

Sehwa rubbed his face in confusion.

“What kind of expression did I just make?”

But Chief Warrant Officer Choi, as if he had said all he needed to say, clamped his mouth shut. In the end, all the information Sehwa got was that Gi Taejeong was in a bad mood, his own ignorance, and that he seemed to have made a very funny expression just now.

Husband? Sehwa opened the inner door, repeating the unfamiliar word several times. Husband… it was a word that felt somehow angular and profound. Was it military jargon?

“General?”

He cautiously called out to Gi Taejeong, peeking his head inside, but there was no response. The office was dark, reflecting the twisted mood of its owner. Unfortunately, the building across the house hadn’t turned on its lights yet, so not a single ray of light seeped in, except for the sensor at the entrance.

Sehwa, standing awkwardly at the entrance, carefully stepped into the darkness. Chief Warrant Officer Choi denied it, but Gi Taejeong would use him as a punching bag. He would have rough sex, make him cry with cruel words, and vent his frustration. Even though he knew this, he couldn’t help but follow Gi Taejeong’s trail. He wandered outside aimlessly, but in the end, this was the only place to return to. The unpredictable man’s embrace, ironically, was the fence that protected Sehwa most safely from guys like the boss or Maejo.

“General….”

When even the entrance sensor turned off, it was in complete darkness. Was this what it felt like to be buried alive in a tomb? With his vision blocked, the familiar office felt somehow eerie.

“General, I can’t see anything….”

As he called out to him with a muffled voice, the tacky lamp next to the sofa suddenly flickered on. As if responding to his desperate plea. Sehwa used the light as a guide and fumbled his way forward. His figure, walking breathlessly towards the flickering light, felt like a moth drawn to a lightbulb, knowing it would burn to death.

As he got closer, the table was packed with ornate liquor bottles. They were all expensive enough to be accepted as collateral by loan sharks. 12 billion won. The balance of the check card, still unreal, flashed through Sehwa’s mind.

“What are you whispering about with another man?”

It was a low voice, as if coming from deep below.

“If you’re here, hurry up and come in for an inspection.”

Gi Taejeong slowly raised his upper body, resting an arm on the back of the sofa. The sofa, which Sehwa had thought was excessively gaudy and therefore tacky, felt like a prop to stage a scene from a myth with him lying on it like that. Water droplets ran down his taut muscles, as if he had just washed. He was momentarily entranced by his handsome face, and only now noticed that his exposed upper body was bare. He glanced over the sofa in alarm, but he was at least wearing a towel around his waist.

Sehwa just stood there blankly. He didn’t know what to say to Gi Taejeong. If it were anyone else, he would have asked what was wrong, why he drank so much, but it felt like he shouldn’t do that to him.

He had once been excited, picking up fragments of Gi Taejeong’s past that he had generously offered. And what had been the result? Being thoroughly trampled for daring to feel pity for a man, in his place, was enough for one time.

“Take it off.”

Should he be grateful? Gi Taejeong’s command came before he had time to think deeply. The plastic bag on his wrist rustled noisily, making him awkwardly fumble. Trying to ignore Gi Taejeong peering into the opaque plastic bag’s ice cream packaging, Sehwa hesitantly took off his padding jacket.

“No, pants first.”

As he dropped the padding jacket as if shedding skin and tried to take off his top, Gi Taejeong shook his head briefly. He obediently unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants… and only then did Sehwa realize he was doing something extremely embarrassing. He had always been naked or only wearing a gown, so this was the first time he was undressing himself in front of him.

He could only barely see Gi Taejeong’s lower face with his eyes cast down, but he could fully feel the intense gaze on him. If he had been teasing and playful as usual, he would have easily stripped while cursing him inwardly, but with him staring so intently, he kept overthinking, trying to decipher the meaning of his gaze.

“Oh, don’t take off your socks.”

Why socks…? It was an incomprehensible command, but anyway, the clumsy strip show was over. Sehwa pulled down his knit, trying to cover his penis, which was tightly bound with patches, even a little.

And for a moment, Gi Taejeong said nothing. If temperature had weight, this stuffy air would sag heavily. Sehwa, not wanting to reveal his sweaty bare legs, idly rubbed the anklebone of his opposite leg with his toes. His cheeks, behind his knees… it felt like water would seep out if anyone poked him with a finger.

“I allowed you to go out on the condition that you’d get an inspection as soon as you came back.”

His languid tone carried a slight hint of reproach towards Sehwa.

“Your dick and your hole.”

So, it meant he should come closer, understanding the hint. Gi Taejeong, like a lazy lion, stretched his body back out and stared up at Sehwa walking towards him. From this angle, he couldn’t avoid the persistent gaze. He felt as if he had already been thoroughly sucked in by his thick gaze.

After that, it was silent again. His body kept trembling as if pierced by a harpoon. Even though Gi Taejeong gave no instructions, he couldn’t bear the embarrassment of imagining all sorts of lewd possibilities on his own.

Sehwa, who had been standing blankly, enduring his gaze for a long time, moved hesitantly, his face flushed. If he was lying down like that while saying he would examine him… he probably wanted a certain position. Sehwa now knew well what positions and foreplay he particularly liked.

Sehwa carefully climbed onto Gi Taejeong’s stomach, being mindful of his penis, which was bound with patches. Fortunately, it seemed to be the right answer, as he didn’t stop his slow movements.

One hand rested on the back of the sofa, and the other on Gi Taejeong’s thigh. With his buttocks awkwardly thrust out, Sehwa bowed his head deeply. The knit, which he had been pulling down constantly, was so stretched at the neck that one shoulder was completely exposed. He was facing away, but he could vividly feel where Gi Taejeong was looking. Every time Sehwa gasped in embarrassment, his tightly closed hole involuntarily mumbled slightly.

“Honey.”

The low voice, scattering like mist, seemed to pierce the back of his head instantly. At the same time, his buttocks were grabbed, and his body was pulled upwards.

“G-General…!”

As his upper body lunged forward and touched Gi Taejeong’s abdomen, he stopped him with a stern voice.

“Straighten your back properly. I told you this isn’t fucking, it’s an inspection.”

He straightened his bent upper body and tensed his knees and thighs. He clutched the back of the sofa tightly and covered his mouth with his other hand, which had nowhere to go. Aside from the physical discomfort, this position was even more embarrassing. Before, he would just rest his hands on his stomach and offer his buttocks. But now… standing straight like this over Gi Taejeong’s face, he could clearly see the man’s slightly exposed jawline and Adam’s apple. The thought that he would be able to see how he looked at his bottom, and how he sucked and licked it, made him want to cry from embarrassment already.

“Ah….”

Gi Taejeong parted his round buttocks in half and aimed precisely at his face. Perhaps his own name was engraved on this intimate area, which he would never show to others, more so than the dick he carried in front. Gi Taejeong felt a strange satisfaction seeing the lewd mark, slightly blurred with sweat.

He stretched the flesh wide enough for the stamp’s letters to slightly elongate horizontally. As he rolled his tongue as if tickling, the flesh in his hand trembled finely as if convulsing. The perineum was too narrow and shallow to chew fully, so it seemed better to suck it in with his lips. As he sucked the entire area until his throat rippled, a tearful moan poured from above his head.

“Hmm, no cum fluid, that’s right.”

“Ah, ugh…!”

Gi Taejeong, who had been rolling the patched scrotum in his mouth, finally released the constraint below. The sensation of pulling and breaking the string with his teeth was chilling. Still, with some of the tightness gone, he felt a little better. Only at first, of course.

He quickly realized this sense of liberation was not a reward. The pleasure, like a spring, would surge and then recede awkwardly. Sehwa whimpered softly, not knowing what to do. He cried again. He felt himself becoming increasingly vulnerable only in front of Gi Taejeong.

“No, ugh, I didn’t, ugh, why….”

“Who told you to walk around with all this exposed?”

A hand reached out from below, slowly tracing Sehwa’s slender nape.

“I told you to be modest.”

Gi Taejeong clicked his tongue, saying that any guy with a dick would have wanted to ask him once. Sehwa shook his head, unable to understand why he was nitpicking. He hadn’t walked around naked, and he had just neatly cut his hair, so what was so…

“Do you drink?”

As he rubbed his hole with his thumb, Lee Sehwa responded with his body. His buttocks trembled slightly each time he nodded. He didn’t know if he was making sense, but it probably wasn’t entirely wrong. Lee Sehwa’s body would have considered alcohol harmful and immediately detoxified it.

Gi Taejeong reached for the table. As his hand swept over the surface, several casually placed liquor bottles toppled over. With a crash, the strong scent of whiskey wafted through the air. He grabbed whatever he could and offered it, and Lee Sehwa hesitantly took the bottle. This would probably be the first time he drank with patches on. Gi Taejeong vaguely recalled the time Lee Sehwa was feverish and spouted all sorts of nonsense. He begged him to hold his hand and acted cute, asking him not to leave. Would he act similarly if he got really drunk?

“I’m not telling you to chug it.”

“Th-then….”

Gi Taejeong only said to figure it out himself and then started sucking Sehwa’s scrotum again. His body, quickly accustomed to pleasure, craved greater stimulation. Sehwa clutched the liquor bottle tightly, gasping for breath.

If he wasn’t supposed to drink it straight… he just stood there blankly, staring at Gi Taejeong’s feet, enduring, when suddenly, the man’s body he was sitting on, the finely defined muscle lines, came into clear view. And the dick, as thick as a warning light, was slowly starting to get hard.

The vague thought he had earlier grew more concrete. After a moment’s hesitation, Sehwa tilted the liquor bottle over Gi Taejeong’s body. He was sure it was the right answer, but he thought he’d pour just a little, in case it wasn’t the situation he wanted, when Gi Taejeong suddenly gave his hole a long lick, making his body jerk violently. The liquor, much darker than ordinary whiskey, wet Gi Taejeong’s lower abdomen stickily.

“Can you drink all of that?”

Gi Taejeong said softly, his lips barely parted. He seemed to be smiling. Each time he whispered against his sensitive parts, the vibrations made his inner thighs tremble finely. He felt like he would cum soon. It wasn’t just the intensity of shaking his dick and thrusting into his hole that induced ejaculation.

Sehwa urgently bent down. He had to at least pretend to drink it all for this wretched knot to be untied. He dropped the liquor bottle he had been holding onto the sofa, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Come to think of it, perhaps he had never gotten drunk before, not because he had a high tolerance for alcohol, but because of his strange constitution. Sehwa leaned forward in a daze. Was this what it felt like to be drunk? The liquor sloshed in Gi Taejeong’s deeply carved abs like a ditch. His muscles were so hard that each time Sehwa fumbled with his hands, the water splashed loudly. It was almost as if he had spilled liquor on a marble floor, not a human body.

“Aargh, ugh…!”

Sehwa, who tried to lick even a little of the spilled liquor, immediately collapsed due to Gi Taejeong’s skillful tickling and sucking inside. He had no presence of mind to do anything. Gi Taejeong played with his hole, which was now more exposed thanks to his bent upper body, as he pleased. His tongue penetrated incredibly deep, licked the entire wrinkled surface as if spreading it out thickly, and poked sharply. It was clearly one person licking his back, but it felt like he was being teased by multiple people taking turns.

Sehwa rubbed his cheek against Gi Taejeong’s liquor-soaked abs like a newborn kitten that didn’t even know how to drink milk yet, then barely touched his lips to them and pulled away repeatedly. Right now… drinking alcohol, that is, his command, wasn’t the problem.

“General, ah… just a moment….”

Each time the patch tightened below his glans, his lower abdomen twinged. It was a little different from the feeling of excretion, but also not similar to the feeling of ejaculating, so he felt like he needed to go to the bathroom immediately.

“I need to use the bathroom, General….”

Even though he asked, the movements of sucking his back remained the same. No, they became even rougher. Moreover, his other hand plunged between his legs and began to grab and shake his dick.

“Ah, h-h-ugh!”

Sehwa involuntarily lifted his buttocks and writhed. His reddened eyes felt hot. No, no… it was a small voice that wouldn’t reach Gi Taejeong. Even though he was tightly bound, if he made a mistake in the middle of the office… most of all, he was the kind of person who would calmly tell him to cum right there. Sehwa shook his head, fumbling through his dazed mind. What should he do, what should he do…?

“Ah, ahh, h-ahh!”

Then, suddenly, he remembered what… Chief Warrant Officer Choi, he thought, had said. Chief Warrant Officer Choi had said that if he said something, Gi Taejeong’s mood would definitely improve. What… what was it again? Sehwa forced strength into his arms, sat up, and wiped the liquor from his face. The whiskey, which had gone down his mouth and nose, was strong and intense, making it difficult to clear his head. His body, having lost its unique constitution, couldn’t tolerate any alcohol. Sehwa let out a long ‘eung’ and finally managed to recall the forgotten word.

“H-husband….”

The movement of the fingers that were about to dig into his hole suddenly stopped.

“…What?”

Gi Taejeong, who had been so engrossed in tormenting his bottom that he hadn’t even spoken, finally showed a different reaction. Sehwa nodded vigorously. Right, husband. That was it.

“Earlier… outside, Chief Warrant Officer Choi said my husband seemed a little down….”

“…….”

“When I asked what ‘husband’ meant, he told me to ask the General… with this exact expression, ugh, he told me to ask, but what does that mean….”

What am I saying right now? Sehwa was even confused about that. The alcohol, which he had properly drunk for the first time, was strong, and his mind couldn’t clear due to the prolonged stimulation of his most primal senses.

“When you come back… I’ll drink with you, I will….”

Unaware that his hole was tightening and loosening with each breath, looking as if it were begging, Sehwa pleaded, his plump perineum, reddened from being sucked, trembling.

“G-General, no, ah, ahh… my husband.”

He blurted out the newly learned word without knowing its meaning. It must have a good meaning. Otherwise, why would someone who never did this suddenly grab him and give him a hint? Chief Warrant Officer Choi also used the respectful term ‘my husband,’ so it seemed right that it was a term for a superior… ah, no. He didn’t know. He was truly at his limit now. If he relaxed even a little, he felt like he would really make a mistake. Please, he would do anything, he would call him director, general, or husband, whatever he wanted, but for now….

“So, please cheer up, and I need to use the bathroom… quickly….”

As he stammered, his body was suddenly flipped over. His vision spun in a wide circle, and before he knew it, Sehwa’s hands were on Gi Taejeong’s broad chest, not his abs. Staring directly at each other like that, Gi Taejeong remained silent for a moment. His expression was difficult to read.

Sehwa quickly wiped away the tears clinging to his jawline. Then he slowly blinked. The man’s face, clear in his tearless vision, was unfamiliar. Gi Taejeong’s face and eyes, which had been fine even after drinking so much alcohol, had changed in an instant. How to put it, he looked like he had gone crazy. Yes. There was no other way to describe his appearance.

“Husband, you said.”

“S-sorry….”

An apology, though he didn’t quite understand, immediately spilled out. His voice, mixed with tears, trailed off thinly at the end, making his pronunciation unclear.

“Shall I tell you what that means, honey?”

Gi Taejeong smiled, raising the corners of his mouth widely. It was a charming smile. He didn’t seem angry. It was subtly different from how he had been cruel when Sehwa acted impertinently in the bunker. Gi Taejeong, whose reason seemed to have completely evaporated, was showing a face Sehwa had never seen before.