March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 77

“Well, hmm, what do you mean by meeting normally…?”

“Just as it sounds, normally.”

When he told him to imagine a first meeting where he wouldn’t have had to interrogate him as Lieutenant Kim’s accomplice, Lee Sehwa frowned in distress.

“If that were the case, hmm…”

Do pregnant women crave things that resemble them? Lee Sehwa’s cheeks, lost in thought, were like red apples, and the tip of his nose, flushed from almost crying, was like a cherry.

Of course, rice cakes also suited him well. Whether Oh Seonran’s words were true or not, baekseolgi… It was quite plausible. His body was white, warm, and chewy.

“Then wouldn’t I have called you Brigadier General right away?”

Gi Taejeong’s gaze, which had been busy searching for traces of rice cake and fruit in Lee Sehwa, slowly stopped.

“I think I would have called you Brigadier General right away, not Director…”

Ah… that’s right.

He first met Lee Sehwa under the absurd title of “Director” to tie up the entire House, avoiding the gaze of others. There was a time when he thought it was hot to see Sehwa crying and whimpering “Director, Director” beneath him.

…It was ridiculous that he had been agonizing over illusory titles like “Hyung” or “Uncle.” Perhaps he had been momentarily excited because the sensation from a well-matched body was good, and as Lee Sehwa said, it had been a long time since he had done something like this.

Not a single word was wrong. Even if he hadn’t been harsh with Lee Sehwa at their first meeting, his status would have remained that of a Brigadier General.

Even if it hadn’t been for Lieutenant Kim’s affair, they would have never become close. He wasn’t scoffing at or demeaning Lee Sehwa’s situation as a resident of the 4th Circle. If he hadn’t become an Air Force Brigadier General, he wouldn’t have even survived until now. There was no way for him to encounter Lee Sehwa in human form unless he survived that hell and earned the rank of Brigadier General. What other accidental opportunity could there have been?

From Lee Sehwa’s perspective, enduring and enduring to become the House manager was probably the best he could do. Even if two such people met and became entangled, the most peaceful beginning would have been as a drug dealer and a customer, or a gambler and a mark. It could never be ordinary in any way.

Gi Taejeong swept his tongue across the inside of his cheek, then swallowed a hollow laugh. A comfortable and gentle title? That was nonsense.

He didn’t know what he was regretting. Even if he stripped away all other conditions and just went back to before… if Lee Sehwa had called him “Hyung” or something, pretending to be close, he would have broken his neck right then and there. He would have just thought about fucking him thoroughly after seeing him cry.

“Or…”

He was about to tell him to shut up and open his mouth, or ask if he could kiss him. Lee Sehwa was also incapable of imagining outside the given fence, so there was no reason to watch his frustrating behavior any longer. But.

“Taejeong-ssi…?”

“…What?”

When he reached out to the nape of his neck, which was covered in red bite marks, this rice cake and cherry-like being uttered an impertinent sound he wouldn’t normally dare to say.

“‘Hyung’ or ‘Uncle’ is a bit much… In a public setting? What should I say, anyway… everyone starts that way when they meet in social life…”

And then, if he called him Gi Taejeong-ssi, he felt like he’d get hit even more than the first time, Lee Sehwa mumbled, touching his lips. He seemed to still be deep in thought.

“‘Uncle’… definitely not. There’s not much difference between ‘old man’ and ‘uncle,’ is there? I don’t feel like Brigadier General is that old.”

“……”

“‘Taejeong-hyung’… well. I feel like I would have gotten hit right away with that one too.”

“……”

“But why are you suddenly asking?”

Sehwa groaned and flipped his body over onto his side. Just that much movement made his muscles ache faintly.

He didn’t know why, but it was welcome that he could catch his breath and a different topic came to mind. It was also much easier to answer than being asked how good it felt when he touched embarrassing places…

Sex with Gi Taejeong was always difficult. Today was especially so. But whereas before it was hard to stay fully conscious amidst the accumulating pleasure, now it seems to be due to the added layer of emotion.

After acknowledging all his feelings, his heart thumped at every little thing. His already not-so-high stimulation threshold was now almost at rock bottom. His body opened up incomparably more than before. The emotional satisfaction was so great that he had no time to meticulously consider the physical pleasure.

Ah… now that he thought about it.

This was his first time having sex with someone he liked.

There were no threats like, “If you don’t take this customer, all your deals will be cut off,” nor the fear that he might be beaten to death if he didn’t comply. He wasn’t giving in and being swayed out of coercion. He was willingly accepting his touch because he wanted to, because he desired it, because he liked it. Of course, Gi Taejeong was a bit excessive, but…

“Brigadier General…”

Sehwa let out a sigh he tried to hide and fumbled for him.

Regardless of how overwhelming and good this moment was… he couldn’t bear it anymore. He might actually die like this. He had already come several times, and clear fluid was still flowing from his back hole.

“Brigadier General.”

He subtly shifted his body, trying to get closer to him. Of course, that was Sehwa’s perception; in reality, he barely moved 1mm from his spot.

“Why?”

Gi Taejeong, who had been excitedly urging him on just moments before, suddenly seemed downcast. Was it because he couldn’t pull out even one step? Sehwa, who was about to beg him to stop, felt a little weak and just stammered after calling him.

“Well, I, I can’t anymore…”

“……”

Ah… no. Still, no more than this. He was exhausted, but what sin had this child committed to be suddenly caught in such a promiscuous sensation? Hearing constantly that he would be taken away soon, and suddenly being called a nasty personality… Yes. It’s better to suck him off and caress him with his hand a few times, rather than helplessly submit his body to his hands any longer.

“You clearly said it before, didn’t you?”

So Sehwa,

“That I’m not like a slut.”

Tried his best to act cute for Gi Taejeong.

“That’s…”

Gi Taejeong’s mouth, which had been scoffing as if asking what nonsense he was talking about, gradually stiffened. He seemed to have belatedly remembered where Sehwa had pulled this sudden topic from.

“You said I didn’t look like a whore’s hole. That’s a relief.”

“……”

“…It didn’t matter then, but if my body feels that way to you now… I think I’d be very upset.”

It was an impertinent remark he wouldn’t have dared to make normally. It was also embarrassing, as it felt like blatant fawning.

“……”

He almost bit his tongue several times from awkwardness, but surprisingly, that somewhat impertinent question seemed to have been quite effective for Gi Taejeong. Although he showed a slight hint of surprise, he wasn’t displeased. Well, it was like that before too. He didn’t dislike boldness, so he asked him to play along.

Sehwa barely managed to grip the sheet with his trembling arms. The man’s inscrutable gaze also followed him diagonally.

Only Gi Taejeong could translate his relief that he wasn’t like a slut or a prostitute into a confession of love. Only that man in the world could correctly interpret this absurd code.

So…

If you don’t dislike it, I want to give a little more, little by little, in the future. Of course, the dagger-like words you threw at me are still so vivid, and those scars don’t seem like they’ll easily fade. Your face, scoffing at me for having absurd fantasies when talking about a relationship with someone I liked, and your voice, saying that someone like me shouldn’t harbor any kind of feelings for you, are still clear. But…

“…Lee Sehwa.”

Gi Taejeong lifted Sehwa’s chin with his index finger. His touch was slow. He didn’t seem displeased, but he didn’t seem pleased either. He just parted his lips several times, unlike himself.

“Lee Sehwa, you…”

“……”

“You’ve clearly become younger than when I first saw you…”

The voice calling his name was much deeper than usual. The pause between ‘Lee’ and ‘Sehwa’ felt somehow awkward.

“It’s like you were forced to wear a stiff mask all this time, and now you’re living the way you originally wanted to, completely unbridled, trailing off your words and chattering away, so I thought you were acting younger and younger….”

Then Gi Taejeong gently brushed back the hair stuck to his forehead. His touch was ticklish and fluttering.

“You’re clearly still doing that, but strangely, today…”

Sehwa just gasped for breath. He felt a strange amplitude in Gi Taejeong’s voice, which resonated close by. He listened quietly to the resonance, but Gi Taejeong didn’t seem to intend to continue speaking. When their lips quietly met, the soft, water-soaked flesh heated up once more.

“…Today I don’t look young, but like an adult?”

Gi Taejeong looked exasperated at Sehwa’s silly words, which he exhaled after swallowing saliva whose owner he didn’t even know.

“You keep trying to climb over me.”

Was that so? He had been more afraid of this man than anyone else. Had he only acted childish and wicked in front of him? Sehwa quickly flipped through his past memories, then closed his eyes.

Even if he hadn’t forgotten, he had only recently decided not to dwell on it and get hurt. Since he had decided to like him freely and expect nothing, even if he stumbled out of habit, he would get up quickly. Focusing only on the current Gi Taejeong, not the past. Focusing only on this body warmth that gently stroked his head.

“I’m actually very easy. Everyone said so.”

“……”

“I give up quickly, and I adapt quickly… I also got a lot of criticism from everywhere for not knowing my place and fighting back.”

He lifted his powerless arm and placed it on Gi Taejeong’s shoulder. Gi Taejeong, who would have normally commanded him to properly wrap it around his neck, now silently bent his upper body, helping him to easily get into position.

Sehwa clung obediently to Gi Taejeong. How beautiful and transparent what he held in his hand no longer mattered.

The person I like.

Because that person was holding him,

So Sehwa was no longer miserable.

“I’ll just go wash my hands.”

He was troubled by the sticky red liquid and fruit peels on his hands, but Gi Taejeong grabbed his fingers and bit them, as if telling him not to play tricks. Sehwa just sighed, trying not to be noticed.

A little while ago, no, a long while ago. Gi Taejeong had kissed him incredibly softly. As if to say, “Good job for being pretty.”

He thought Gi Taejeong’s eyes, facing him, were somehow warm. Sehwa, with a slightly proud, swollen chest, carefully leaned his forehead against Gi Taejeong’s collarbone. Whispering to himself that he had done well to be honest, that he didn’t regret it at all. But…

Afterward, his lips touched and left every part of his body from head to toe, and only after he sobbed loudly did he realize. What had been in the man’s eyes was not warmth, but a warning, on the verge of turning mad with boiling heat.

There had been several intense climaxes, and he couldn’t even count how many aftershocks of orgasm had washed over him. When he finally begged, crying that he couldn’t do it anymore, Gi Taejeong finally, as if doing him a favor, offered his penis.

He awkwardly sucked and licked, barely inducing an ejaculation, and when Gi Taejeong took off his wet uniform and said he was going to wash, he thought it was finally over.

However… while the massive bath, the size of a small swimming pool, was filled with hot water, he had to suck his dick once more in the shower stall, and be sucked in return.

After the water had filled to some extent, he was holding onto the edge of the bathtub, half-floating and lifting his buttocks. He also knelt on the steps inside the tub, and since he didn’t need to exert much force, it wasn’t a huge burden. Of course, that only meant his stomach didn’t hurt, not that it wasn’t difficult.

When he heard Gi Taejeong’s protest that he couldn’t fully explore his hole on the bed… Wow, he was so dumbfounded he almost screamed, asking if he was serious.

“I think we can do more.”

Gi Taejeong clung to him persistently, saying that the hole that had just been sucking his dick wouldn’t be satisfied with just fingers or a tongue.

“…No, I can’t. I really might die…”

His cracked voice was pathetic.

Only after a few drops of semen, transparent like water from being squeezed so much, fell onto the water’s surface, did Gi Taejeong also ejaculate onto his face. At this point, it was more like he had “given” him an ejaculation. Then, saying the bathwater was dirty and they should change it, they got tangled up in the shower stall again… and then he would lose consciousness and wake up with a dick in his mouth, or Gi Taejeong would be swallowing his…

He repeated that act several times before finally getting back into the bathtub.

“You kept pushing your butt towards my face earlier.”

“Wh-when did I…”

“When you were almost out of it, you stuck it out and shook it as if asking for more sucking. So much that my cheek was all squashed.”

Gi Taejeong wrapped his body in a large bath towel and whispered mischievously.

“That was when I was out of it, though…”

“There’s no time when you’re more honest than then.”

Sehwa gave up on answering and completely relaxed his body. Submerged in the warm water, leaning his back against Gi Taejeong’s chest, he felt a wave of weariness. He didn’t want to do anything.

The last time his mind went blank and he regained consciousness, he was finally in the bathtub. He had suspected that Gi Taejeong might try something suspicious again and go to the shower stall, but only after looking at the objects surrounding him did he realize that this persistent foreplay was truly over.

Ice buckets were neatly placed on both sides of the wide headrest and along the high edge of the bathtub, arranged at some unknown time. Inside were all kinds of fruits. Of course, the largest proportion was cherries, blueberries, and apples.

“It’s too sweet.”

Gi Taejeong, who had been sucking Sehwa’s shriveled fingers for a long time, frowned and pulled his lips away. Sehwa chewed on the sour fruit pulp and tilted his head. …Sweet? Of course it was delicious and good, but… in fact, it was slightly different from the taste Sehwa had wanted. It could be a little sweeter. No. Now that he thought about it, it wasn’t cherries, but the cake Gi Taejeong had given him that he wanted to eat. The cherry-flavored cake with pink cream.

“Not eating anymore?”

“I’m fine for now.”

Once he recalled the exact target, surprisingly, the delicious fruit started to bore him. Perhaps because he had eaten so much, his stomach felt a little upset…

“Then, I’m asking the full-bellied, younger adult Lee Sehwa.”

“Haha, what’s that?”

Even though he was still blunt, Sehwa chuckled softly, not disliking the tone that had shed all its sharpness.

“Lee Sehwa.”

“Yes?”

“Put me down as your guardian.”

“……”

His smiling lips snapped shut like a zipper. Sehwa unconsciously dropped his neck low. He felt as if a heavy burden he had forgotten was suddenly placed on his shoulders.

“Ah…”

He had unconsciously put off everything related to the baby in his belly, wanting to only think about good things.

“…I,”

“It’s not for me to say, but when I look at you.”

Gi Taejeong turned Sehwa around in his arms. Through the hazy steam, a terrible silence descended.

Today, it had been nothing but good. He had been happy. He felt so proud, as if he had accomplished something… He hated suddenly digging into a difficult and painful topic, so Sehwa just stared at his hands submerged in the water.

“It’s like you want someone to stop you.”

“…Stop what?”

Gi Taejeong threw out the words casually while pouring hot water over the towel to keep it from drying.

“It looks like you want someone to push you to have the baby, to stop you from getting rid of it. That’s how you seem to me.”

“I, when did I…”

When he saw the ultrasound, when he heard the heartbeat, when he held the hologram in his hand… and when he sharply told him not to curse at the baby. A moment ago, when he hesitated, saying the baby would dislike it if he acted lewdly. Each time Gi Taejeong counted his impressive moments, Sehwa’s fingertips tingled. His pulse raced in a different way than before.

“…That can’t be.”

Sehwa, who had been stiff for a moment as if a pause button had been pressed, took a deep, slow breath.

“I don’t know why you would think that, but as I’ve told you many times, I…”

“Although I said I would take responsibility in any way.”

Gi Taejeong cut Sehwa off and gently poked him below the sternum with his index finger. After poking him a couple of times, he carefully wrapped his hands around Sehwa’s entire belly.

“I haven’t really… thought about it that seriously. Not that it was an empty promise, but honestly, it didn’t feel real that I might have a child over whom I could exercise parental rights.”

“……”

“Responsibility… well. Helping you raise it without worrying about money? I’ve always handled problems by throwing money at them, so I only thought of that method this time. That I could just give you as much money as you needed and assign people to you.”

The man, who had shed all his harsh and vulgar curses, spoke neither fast nor slow, just quietly laying out his thoughts as they came to him.

“Of course, I’m reluctant. It’s something both you and I agreed on. That a child born of my blood wouldn’t likely live a proper life.”

“……”

“But if you truly want the child.”

Water droplets dripped from his wet hair. Sehwa kept his eyes lowered and said nothing. No. He couldn’t. Gi Taejeong’s words, suddenly pouring down like a bombardment, sounded like a confession… and even more so than when he had asserted his innocence by revealing his unfortunate childhood, it felt like his true feelings…

“As Commander Oh Seonran said, if you want your bloodline, your family, regardless of how the child came to be…”

“……”

“…Then I won’t just throw money at you and consider it taking responsibility.”

Brigadier General. The words calling him shattered in his mouth without making a sound. Each time he closed and opened his eyes, the moisture on his eyelashes splashed out, momentarily blurring his vision.

“Of course, I won’t stop you if you say you’ll get rid of it, but.”

“……”

“Whatever happens, make me your guardian.”