March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 54

“H-ah, G-General… ahh!”

Without warning, fingers plunged into his back. Two of them at once. Gi Taejeong patted Sehwa’s buttocks as if coaxing a child. His hand, lightly slapping the skin drenched in lewd fluid, gradually gained strength. Sehwa, reading the implication of his movements, shook his head frantically. Gi Taejeong seemed about to stand up. With his hand still shoved into Sehwa’s rear.

“General…!”

As always, Gi Taejeong did not heed Sehwa’s plea. His body was lifted, and the fingers vertically pierced his inner wall. Sehwa, awkwardly wrapping his legs around Gi Taejeong’s waist, swayed limply. As he walked, the fingers would slightly withdraw from his rear and then dig in again. It felt similar to when he inserted his dick, yet different. It was lacking… the ambiguous stimulation was only tormenting.

Sehwa groaned, not knowing what to do with his empty hands, and after hesitating, finally hugged Gi Taejeong’s neck. He didn’t do it for any particular reason. The fingers stirring inside had increased by one, and he needed something to hold onto. Sehwa leaned his forehead against the man’s firm shoulder, gasping for breath. It was a moment later that he noticed Gi Taejeong had stopped abruptly.

As expected, he didn’t like it. Sehwa hesitantly released his arms. Gi Taejeong’s neck and shoulders were soaked with Sehwa’s tears from burying his face and shaking his head while crying. His dangling posture was still unstable. To be precise, Gi Taejeong was holding him well, but Sehwa was just prematurely scared. He couldn’t completely let go, nor could he properly hold onto him….

“Ah… s-sorry….”

In the end, Sehwa even dropped his ambiguously clenched fist.

“Why are you so….”

Gi Taejeong, who had been about to say something, frowning, clamped his mouth shut again. Instead, he changed the direction of his hand. It seemed he intended to just spread his buttocks a little more, but because of that, the fingers inserted into his inner wall also changed angle, and began to poke his inner flesh in a different direction.

“Ah, no, ah…!”

His toes repeatedly straightened and curled. Gi Taejeong chuckled, watching his socks, which covered his busy inner flesh, wriggle diligently.

“Did you feel it here too?”

The sniffling was loud. He hated it when Gi Taejeong moved, but he also hated it when he stopped. He had asked to be sent to the bathroom, and instead, he had picked him up and stood him up like this. So, it was obvious where he was going now.

“You need to stand straight.”

Gi Taejeong finally stood Sehwa in front of the toilet. His hands, which were correcting his posture, were slippery as if coated with a transparent film. Had he gotten this wet from probing his rear? Sehwa momentarily forgot to struggle and stared blankly at the large hand holding his stomach. Why had it become like this? Why had his body suddenly changed so much?

“First, since I promised to tell you what ‘husband’ means….”

Leaving Sehwa dazed, Gi Taejeong indifferently manipulated his watch. A hologram rose in a circle on the display. The small, flying sphere spread widely, drawing a rectangular screen on the bathroom wall. It was a dictionary.

“G-General, ah…!”

At the same time, the dictionary’s search bar flickered erratically. The artificial intelligence, having cleverly caught the word “General” amidst the sobs, began to list its meanings.

“Tell me what you’re curious about.”

“H-h-ahh!”

A firm glans abruptly parted the already softened hole and entered.

“You said you didn’t know what it meant.”

Gi Taejeong firmly grasped his thin pelvis. Sehwa’s buttocks floated upwards, making him stand on tiptoes involuntarily. No, it was more like his big toes barely touched the floor. It was practically like he was floating in the air, receiving his dick.

Sehwa leaned his upper body forward, waving his hands, then fumbled and grasped the glass wall of the shower booth. He barely held on, pressing the tips of his fingers so hard that his fingerprints seemed to be smudged. Handprints were left erratically on the surface of the glass, which had begun to fog up.

“How much, not doing it, damn it, makes it this tight. Huh?”

It was definitely a much more urgent movement than usual. The usual Gi Taejeong would have loosened his rear for much longer. Of course, not for Sehwa’s sake, but for his own pleasure. Moreover, after relentlessly violating Sehwa in the bunker, the man had thoroughly learned where and how to touch him to make him cum. This was their first sex since then, so he thought he would torment him until he was exhausted before finally inserting…

“H-h-ahh, ahh!”

Even though he had thrust in a couple of times, considering the size of Gi Taejeong’s dick, it was as good as plunging in all at once. The heavy flesh urgently and tightly forced its way into the narrow inner wall, reaching the deepest possible point. He could do nothing but gasp for breath. He wasn’t even sure if the fluid flowing down his inner thighs and soaking his socks was sweat or cum.

“Aargh, ugh….”

Gi Taejeong’s hand gripping his pelvis was much stronger than usual. As his thrusting continued, the search bar of the dictionary on the wall flickered a few times. The character that slowly appeared was ‘It’s a crash’ 

To make a sound of a large amount of liquid hitting a hard object repeatedly, or to make such a sound.

Sehwa’s nape turned red as he read the large meaning displayed on the screen. The artificial intelligence seemed to have interpreted the sound of Gi Taejeong spreading his wet hole and thrusting hard as that.

“Hee-eugh, ugh, eung…!”

Sehwa, who had been swaying with his thrusts, finally managed to retrieve a word he had put aside in his mind. The reason Gi Taejeong had turned on that dictionary in the first place was because of that word, “husband” or whatever it was. He clearly had no intention of turning off the screen until Sehwa confirmed the meaning himself.

“H-husband….”

Sehwa swallowed the constant moans and put the unfamiliar word on the tip of his tongue. It was such a small voice that even Gi Taejeong might not have heard it, but the clever artificial intelligence somehow understood and diligently began to process.

“…Ah.”

Soon, the dictionary squirmed and spat out words, and Sehwa just stared blankly at the wall.

Husband. A respectful term for someone else’s husband.

“…Th-this is….”

What did I call Gi Taejeong earlier? So, borrowing the words of someone called Chief Warrant Officer Choi… Sehwa had treated that man as his husband.

“General, this is me….”

“Read it.”

Gi Taejeong whispered, kneading Sehwa’s dick like dough.

“I, really didn’t, ah, didn’t know…!”

“I said read it, honey.”

The pressure stimulating his tightly bound lower body grew stronger. Husband. Sehwa cried and read the meaning and examples written in the dictionary. He couldn’t complete the sentence several times because Gi Taejeong kept thrusting hard inside whenever he said “husband.” Gi Taejeong didn’t let him off easily. If he couldn’t pronounce it correctly, he urged him to read it again from the beginning.

“You cried and screamed that you didn’t like me, but you wanted to take the husband’s place? Huh?”

“That’s not, ah…!”

A long, beautiful hand suddenly untied the black string that had been binding his glans all day. It happened unexpectedly. Semen poured out violently as if it had been waiting for this moment. Although he wouldn’t have been able to hold it in, the depth of the dizziness was much greater than usual when he released the accumulated sensations without mental preparation. As if welcoming the liberation, the already narrow flesh wall clung tightly to Gi Taejeong’s penis that filled it. His body involuntarily repeated lewd movements.

“Eung, stop, st-General….”

Perhaps disliking the repeated rejections, Gi Taejeong shoved the hem of his knit into Sehwa’s mouth. Pinching his nipples, he used his other hand to embrace his waist, supporting Sehwa’s body so it wouldn’t collapse. No, he thought so. The hand wrapped around his lower abdomen seemed to deliberately press his stomach more. Gi Taejeong’s glans was bulging out as if it would pierce his thin abdominal skin, and when he pressed that area from the outside, two different kinds of stimulation intertwined and began to violently churn Sehwa’s insides.

“Did you want me to call you ‘yeobo’ instead of ‘jagiya’?”

The dictionary sequentially displayed words like ‘jagiya’ (honey) and ‘yeobo’ (darling). He could close his eyes, but he couldn’t block the mouth of the man whispering in his ear.

“Ugh, hee-eugh….”

Gi Taejeong’s dick penetrated a little deeper, tearing through his inner flesh as if testing his limits, and the pressure on his abdomen did not lessen at all. As the pressure intensified, the sensation of turning into much confused Sehwa. It was ticklish, hot, burning, felt like dying of pleasure, and he hated it. His half-erect penis continued to ejaculate involuntarily without informing its owner. Each time his pressed inner wall convulsed, a feeling similar to needing to urinate would surge and then disappear.

“Woo, woong, ugh…!”

Then came a moment when he felt he couldn’t hold back anymore. It was unbearably ticklish, like ants clinging deep inside his body.

“Ah, wooh…!”

Sehwa bit down on the knit and shook his head frantically. He begged to be let go, even hitting Gi Taejeong’s hand that was pressing on his stomach, but he was never an opponent he could overcome with strength. Perhaps sensing something from Sehwa’s fierce resistance, he clung to him even more tightly and crushed him. And then,

“Ah, ahh, ahh…!”

Finally, water burst from his urethra. Trickle. The annoying dictionary prattled on about what that word meant.

If he hadn’t been drunk, he would have immediately noticed that it was transparent fluid mixed with semen, not urine, but Sehwa was not in a state to examine and confirm such things one by one. He had made a mistake in front of Gi Taejeong. Only that sentence floated in his mind.

As soon as the hand holding him loosened slightly, Sehwa frantically leaned forward. He flushed the toilet, and while sobbing, clutching the toilet lid, Gi Taejeong said something incomprehensible.

“…This isn’t the picture I had in mind right now.”

“H-h-ugh….”

“You said you wanted to pee, so I brought you to the bathroom, but then you sprayed a fountain here?”

Gi Taejeong withdrew his body, saying he would wash his hands first and then rethink. Even so, his glans was still caught at the entrance. He picked him up and moved him to the sink. Sehwa blinked his dazed eyes rapidly. Tears clinging to his tangled eyelashes fell in drops. Then, then… he didn’t pee, did he?

The dictionary was still floating on the screen next to him, and now it was explaining what ‘fountain’ meant. “Water strongly spurting upwards through a narrow opening due to pressure, or to make such a sound.” Sehwa, reading the displayed words with blurry eyes, bowed his head deeply. Whatever he had sprayed, it was still not normal.

Gi Taejeong meticulously washed Sehwa’s hands, regardless of his distress. As soon as he turned off the faucet, the stretched knit was pulled off, and the penis, which had briefly retreated, plunged deeply inside again.

“Eung… ah, h-ugh…!”

Sehwa gripped the sink and collapsed his upper body again. A wet hand grabbed Sehwa’s dick and rubbed it at a steady pace. The calloused palm roughly brushed against his most sensitive part, making him writhe in agony.

Clear semen gushed out relentlessly. The sensation of ejaculation continued, and the alcohol buzz that had come on didn’t subside… the humid and stuffy air in the bathroom moistened every surface that could be called a surface: the mirror, the shower booth, the floor tiles, even Sehwa’s thin body, barely standing.

His calves trembled from having his feet raised to the limit for so long. Gi Taejeong also seemed to notice Sehwa’s condition and offered some help. Of course, it wasn’t the way Sehwa wanted.

The position, holding one thigh and lifting the leg, was certainly less strenuous because Gi Taejeong’s hand supported him, but it brought even greater shame than before. Ejaculating in small spurts like this felt like a male dog relieving himself.

Sehwa swallowed his sobs and gripped the sink so hard that his fingertips turned white. His lower body, covered in all sorts of bodily fluids, shone slickly in the mirror. Following Gi Taejeong’s movements, his rank and name, written on his perineum, would briefly appear and disappear. From Sehwa’s angle, the letters weren’t fully visible, but the stained marks on his groin were clearly visible. Gi Taejeong also seemed to be looking at the same spot, as his caressing fingers moved towards it. His hand, sliding like a snake, quickly rubbed the intimate area.

“Ah, h-ah, ahh!”

It was literal. Gi Taejeong began to rub his perineum rapidly, almost at the same speed as he shook his dick. From the unfamiliar stimulation, his penis, which seemed to have nothing left to expel, squirted out clear fluid. There must be a limit to what a person can feel. Gi Taejeong’s strange actions always violently shattered the barometer of sensation.

“Hah…!”

Sehwa’s eyes, which had been tightly closed to endure the dizziness, suddenly snapped open. It had been overwhelming enough until now, but the movement that had just deeply pierced him was… something, something strange. This insertion was too deep. Gi Taejeong also seemed to feel that something was different from before, muttering a low “damn it.”

“G-General….”

As he thrust his hips a few times as if rummaging, a corner of his body opened wide, as if he never knew such a place existed inside him. A hidden space within the inner wall, peeking out beyond the narrow passage, terrifyingly swallowed Gi Taejeong’s dick. Sehwa could feel his inner flesh trembling finely. It wasn’t his will that kept his hole munching on Gi Taejeong’s dick.

“Ah….”

At some point, blue veins protruded on Gi Taejeong’s temples and the back of his hand. He lowered his head and took a deep breath. Seeing his stomach swell as if he had drunk a lot of water, it seemed he had ejaculated too. But then,

“H-ahh!”

Gi Taejeong’s penis, which seemed to have ejaculated, did not diminish its power at all, but tore through Sehwa’s inside even more fiercely than before.

“Ha… this, damn it….”

Gi Taejeong mumbled, burying his face in Sehwa’s nape. Sehwa just trembled, his face pale. He was scared. What if it pierced his heart?

“…Ah, no….”

And then, finally, he felt the soft pressure of his buttocks against Gi Taejeong’s firm abs. It was different from when they briefly touched while he was getting into position before. It truly meant that huge thing had gone all the way in.

“This, no… ah, if this continues, I’ll… my body… ah…!”

Gi Taejeong continued his thrusts, gritting his teeth as if to master this sensation. His round, soft flesh was pressed against his firm lower abdomen, softly crushing and then trembling. At that wet elasticity, Gi Taejeong let out a low breath, as if in admiration.

The dictionary no longer displayed cute words like slap. Thud, thud-thud, trickle. Adverbs not usually used for lewd purposes appeared repeatedly. Gi Taejeong spun Sehwa’s body around, his dick still fully inserted. It was a similar position to when Sehwa clung to him like a koala when they moved to the bathroom.

“Ah, st-stop….”

He thought it was over. At a subtly different angle than before, but equally deep inside his body, the dick gurgled its way in. As soon as their bellies met, his hair was grabbed. His head was forcefully tilted back, and his tongue was pushed into his open mouth. It was a chaotic movement, closer to another form of sex than a kiss. Sehwa gasped for breath, like someone who had just emerged from water. Gi Taejeong, as if he felt no weight from Sehwa, whom he held up with one hand, continued to thrust his dick.

“How can this be, damn it, huh?”

Gi Taejeong interrogated the source of this absurd pleasure. The owner of the body also just gasped for breath, not knowing why. His eyes, red and sore from incessant tears, and his parted lips. Gi Taejeong, who had been staring blankly at Sehwa’s face, lost in excessive stimulation, kissed him deeply again. The sound of sucking wet flesh and swallowing saliva was utterly debauched. It was a vigorous kiss, as if to distract from the insertion below.

“Hmph, st-ugh, st-stop….”

Sehwa, submerged in another wave of sensation, feebly thrashed. His white socks, soaked with all sorts of fluids, revealed the shape of his curled toes. Gi Taejeong kissed his damp forehead and cheeks, as if in praise. In a few days, he really felt like he would have to use a pregnancy test. This sex, damn it, was at a level where it wouldn’t make sense if he didn’t get pregnant.

“Just one more time.”

Just one more cum, and I’ll stop. He whispered, gently biting his earlobe as if to soothe him, and Lee Sehwa’s Adam’s apple moved greatly as he swallowed his tears.

“Lie, hee-eugh, lie….”

“Truly, honey.”

Of course, the one who would cum more here wouldn’t be Gi Taejeong, and it wasn’t referring to a simple ejaculation. But it was truly the last time. If such deep and violent insertions continued, Lee Sehwa’s body wouldn’t be able to endure it. He intended to stop for good if that lightly ripened dick squirted fluid like a fountain just one more time.

Now he felt he knew where and how to press inside that sexy body. If he pulled his body back widely and then drew a flexible curve from bottom to top, he could hit all the sensitive spots. If he then thrust all the way to the deepest part, he guaranteed that Lee Sehwa wouldn’t be able to endure five times and would profusely pour out lewd fluid.

“I’ll finish quickly. Okay?”

The hologram on the wall alternately displayed words like ‘end,’ ‘finish,’ ‘last.’ Sehwa, with blurry eyes, hesitated for a long time, then finally nodded slightly.