March Novel - Chapter 9

Sehwa opened and closed his heavy eyes. Was it because he kept rubbing his cheek? The cold tile floor now felt lukewarm.

The men faithfully carried out their superior’s orders. They soaped him until his skin felt like it was peeling off, then continuously sprayed him with water. There was only a hose meant for cleaning here, so the water pressure was much stronger than a normal showerhead. It hurt terribly… and surprisingly, that was all.

The customers who bought the drug were so ecstatic that he thought there must be something amazing about it. But there wasn’t. It only hurt as if his overly sensitive skin was being whipped and cut, so Sehwa lay sprawled on the floor like a corpse, waiting for the drug’s effects to wear off.

When he was first doused with water, he involuntarily ejaculated. Not because it felt good, but because it was unavoidable. It felt like a giant hand was twisting and squeezing his entire body. He didn’t just ejaculate; tears streamed down his face, and he even vomited stomach acid, almost choking to death.

He was afraid he might lose his mind and beg them to fuck him or to be fucked, but since that didn’t happen, perhaps it was a good thing. Maybe it was because his body was so unresponsive to the drug. Considering that even with something used by the military wrapped around his body, the effect was minimal.

Anyway, how much time had passed? The men, who had been standing like stone statues, were starting to loosen their posture a bit, so it seemed quite a while had passed… In the first place, aphrodisiacs didn’t last very long. No, all drugs are like that. Both the high and the crash are instantaneous, which is why people seek stronger and stronger ones.

At any rate, the drug’s effect must have worn off by now, and those outside must know it, yet Gi Taejeong remained silent. Was he intending to make him suffer from chronic illness now, after experiencing violence of an unprecedented intensity and even tasting the drug?

“…so.”

As if reading Sehwa’s mind, the voice from outside grew noticeably closer. The men, who had been casually leaning on one leg, suddenly stiffened their posture. Even though all he could see were their polished shoes, he could feel their intense tension on his skin.

“But, Brigadier General…”

Second Lieutenant Park’s desperate words did not continue. It was clear, even without seeing it, what kind of expression Gi Taejeong was making to embarrass Second Lieutenant Park.

“Get out.”

The sound of stepping out of the pooled water on the floor was perfectly precise. Sehwa, the innocent one, was doused with water by the exaggerated precision of the guards.

Come to think of it, he had been involved with water a lot today. Earlier, in the dirty water of the warehouse. Now, stuck to the bathroom tiles, being cleaned. Who was it, Maejo? He thought he once said that his fortune was bad if he went near water. Looking at it now, it doesn’t seem wrong at all.

“Get up.”

Gi Taejeong walked over and kicked him again. It wasn’t like earlier, driving him as if to kill, but merely nudging him to get up, but it still hurt.

“Stop feigning pain, will you? I know the drug’s not working anymore.”

Sehwa squirmed, trying to get up. Gi Taejeong was the kind of person who would grind his face into the floor if he didn’t comply. He didn’t literally want to die by burying his nose in a dish of water.

“I’ve been thinking, I have a proposition for you.”

He bit his lip to suppress an involuntary snort. A proposition? Guys who approached him with words like ‘proposition’ never ended well. Even the deal with Second Lieutenant Kim had ended up like this.

“What Second Lieutenant Kim promised was…”

Sehwa managed to lift his head. Even then, he couldn’t properly open his eyes due to the cheap incandescent lighting. He squinted for a moment in the spreading light, waiting for the next words… but Gi Taejeong, after setting the stage, remained silent.

What was it? Sehwa hesitantly opened his eyes. Gi Taejeong was still standing tall, looking down at him. However, his expression was hard to read as he was backlit.

Hesitating, Sehwa whimpered like a puppy unable to hold its neck up and shook off the moisture. He wondered if his hair, plastered like wet seaweed, was making it hard to hear. Missing Gi Taejeong’s words would definitely be his loss. He would just get kicked for being slow. So, he intended to at least appeal that he was trying his best. In fact, lifting his hand to tidy his wet hair and wipe his face would be the fastest way. But the handcuffs restraining his wrists felt like a thousand pounds, and he didn’t have the strength to even twitch a finger. The arousal effect was gone, but this languid, drooping state would last for several hours.

“……”

After watching Sehwa for a long time, Gi Taejeong slowly moved. Kneeling on one knee, he looked similar to when he had supported the drug-laden tray earlier.

“I still…”

Sehwa stammered an excuse and glanced at him… then froze, his lips pressed shut, at Gi Taejeong’s dark, almost black, eyes. He didn’t know what his words or actions had done to upset him. Gi Taejeong had completely erased his playful expression, staring at Sehwa with a hardened face. He wanted to apologize, but he didn’t know why he was angry… Anyway, not wanting to displease the scary man, he quietly breathed, keeping his eyes downcast, when,

“Ugh…!”

A large hand, reaching out like a hunter’s, suddenly gripped his face. The fierce grip, strong enough to pierce his cheek, almost made him bite his tongue.

“I wondered why you were smearing that crap on your face…”

The palm rubbing here and there was rough. When Sehwa, disgusted by the rough handling, humbly apologized, Gi Taejeong snorted briefly as if dumbfounded. Then, his collar was immediately grabbed. Gi Taejeong stared intently at Sehwa’s bare face, as if something was so fascinating. Even so, only the tanning spray that had covered his skin unevenly had been removed. He didn’t know what was so amusing that he was scrutinizing him so thoroughly.

“Um…”

Finally, it was Sehwa who spoke first. He could no longer bear the heavy silence that felt like it would crush him. However,

“……”

Receiving his dark, piercing gaze, he couldn’t easily open his mouth even though he had called out first.

“What is it?”

…What is it? That was what he wanted to say. He didn’t want to upset Gi Taejeong in this situation. But when someone stares at you with eyes that look like they’ll dismember you. And even when you’re at a disadvantage… he couldn’t possibly press him about what proposition he had, or if it was negotiable.

“Hey. I told you I don’t like being tested, didn’t I?”

“It’s not like that… You said you had a proposition for me, didn’t you…?”

Who’s testing whom? Sehwa forced an awkward smile, trying to suppress his desire to act defiantly. His fragmented gaze swept over his damp forehead and wet cheeks. His lips, forced into an awkward smile, trembled slightly. Gi Taejeong’s wandering gaze lingered on his awkwardly stiff mouth. That moment, which might have been only a few seconds, felt like an eternity.

And the moment he lifted his eyelids. Sehwa involuntarily recoiled. It was a futile struggle, given how firmly he was held, but Gi Taejeong’s neat eyebrows twitched faintly, as if displeased. As if he couldn’t tolerate him trying to escape his sight.

Sehwa felt suffocated and involuntarily gasped. And then. As if that trembling breath was a signal, Gi Taejeong reached out again. It was a surprise attack. Sehwa crumpled helplessly in his grasp. His vision spun wildly. It felt as if he was being hunted by a bird of prey. A black, house-sized bird of prey with sharp, massive talons.

Gi Taejeong carried Sehwa like a piece of luggage and kicked the bathroom door open. His body, limp like waterlogged cotton, should have been quite heavy. No, water was actually dripping from him… but he paid no mind and called out to Second Lieutenant Park.

“Where did the guys guarding this earlier go?”

“We were short on reconnaissance personnel, so I sent them out. Should I call them back?”

“No. There’s no good in spreading rumors, so just take care of it yourself.”

“…Yes?”

“No need to kill them… If they lose either an eye or a tongue, they’ll know to watch themselves.”

Sehwa blinked, limp like laundry. What did he mean? The guys guarding him… he meant the ones who washed him. Aren’t they his subordinates? But he told them to pluck out either an eye or a tongue?

“Brigadier General.”

Second Lieutenant Park urgently followed behind Gi Taejeong. Sehwa, draped over his shoulder, only rolled his eyes. He almost involuntarily grabbed Gi Taejeong’s clothes. Or hugged his back. The supporting grip was stable, but he was uneasy, not knowing when he might be thrown aside.

“Brigadier General, what you just said was… ah.”

Second Lieutenant Park, who had been spewing words like a machine gun, suddenly clamped his mouth shut as if he had slammed on the brakes. Gi Taejeong glanced back at the sudden change in demeanor. Second Lieutenant Park was staring blankly at Gi Taejeong’s body, or more precisely, at Sehwa, who was dangling from him. Sehwa, who had been flustered on his own, also slightly raised his head at the unusual silence. Gi Taejeong, after alternately checking Sehwa, who had peeked his head up, and Second Lieutenant Park, who was staring blankly at Sehwa, cursed through his teeth. It wasn’t just “fuck,” but something like “ah, fuuuuck,” a thoroughly vulgar pronunciation.

#010

“B-Brigadier General! Just a moment…!”

His body spun like a top again, and the door slammed shut in front of his nose. Thrown onto the bed, Sehwa held his breath, knowing better. The small room attached to one side of the office felt desolate for a bedroom and somewhat lacking for a lounge. A massive waterbed was in the center, and on the opposite wall hung an incongruously large wall-mounted TV. To the left of a suspiciously shaped small sofa was a bathroom, with a full-length mirror attached to the sliding door. It was a room designed solely for sex, to the point of nausea.

“Ah!”

As if even his fidgeting annoyed him, Gi Taejeong abruptly grabbed his hair. Sehwa screamed, then instantly regretted it and glanced at him. A person who casually mutilates his subordinates wouldn’t possibly leave someone like him intact…

“W-wait, what… what are you…!”

Gi Taejeong, who had been acting as if he would slap his cheek at any moment, suddenly reached for Sehwa’s crotch.

“Did you cum earlier?”

“W-why are you suddenly… doing this…”

Just moments before, his eyes had been blazing as if he would kill him. Now, he was smiling contentedly, as if enjoying Sehwa’s panting replies.

“Hmm… I’m not sure. It’s all wet. Is this water or cum?”

“Let go of me… Ah, don’t…!”

“I’m asking seriously. If you’ve been going around living up to your looks by cumming watery cum like this…”

Gi Taejeong licked his wet thumb as if tasting it. Adding a vulgar joke, “Why, cum gets a bit watery if you cum often, doesn’t it?”

“If that were the case, it seems things would get a bit tiresome. For you, and for me.”

“…I’ve never, done business, that way.”

“Indeed.”

Gi Taejeong nodded, as if to say, ‘That’s true.’

“If you had, you’d be in a wheelchair by now. You’ve never lived outside the house since you were born, have you?”

“……”

“If your ass had been fucked all this time, you wouldn’t be walking around normally on two feet like this. I asked a pointless question. My apologies.”

His attitude contained not a single gram of apology. Sehwa wanted to cry. A feeling of humiliation, which he hadn’t felt even when he ejaculated while being doused with water, washed over him. He had already shown tears in front of him, but it wasn’t due to emotional turmoil. The tears earlier, when he was kicked… that was just an involuntary, reflexive reaction.

But now… he truly felt like giving up everything and sobbing uncontrollably. Why was he tormenting him like this? He knew full well that he was just Second Lieutenant Kim’s pawn. He knew he was a guy who had toiled in the house his whole life, as he himself said. When a high-ranking official came waving money, he was in a position where he had to prostrate himself and do whatever he was told, he already knew all that…

“Sweetheart.”

If he spoke now, he felt he would disgrace himself by sniffling. So, he just bit his lips, subtly averting his gaze from Gi Taejeong, when,

“Ack!”

The man’s hand, with prominent blue veins, instantly grabbed his hair as before.

“I’m calling you. Can’t you hear me?”

“N-no…”

“Then why are you ignoring me? Do you only answer when you’re beaten? Should I do that? Should I hang you somewhere and beat you, or just…?”

“H-huh… I-I’m sorry…”

“Do you know you’re wrong?”

“Yes, yes…”

“What did I say I dislike?”

“Being tested, sir…”

‘Good boy,’ he said, and loosened his grip. It hurt so much that even though he hadn’t been seriously hit, he coughed raggedly.

“You’re pretty, so I’ll let it slide this time.”

As if truly letting it slide, Gi Taejeong’s long, slender fingers wiped away the dangling tears. It was the same hand that had just moments ago swept drugs across a glass plate and searched for cum in Sehwa’s pants.

“To go back to what I was saying earlier.”

Gi Taejeong deliberately shook off the moisture dripping from his hand and then plopped down beside Sehwa. The waterbed gently swayed. It was a sensual and vulgar undulation that naturally brought to mind sexual acts.

“Anyway, you’re in a position where you have to listen to me, not Second Lieutenant Kim, if you want to live, right?”

He tried to answer, but his voice wouldn’t come out, so Sehwa nodded vigorously.

“I’m planning to stay here until I catch Second Lieutenant Kim, roughly.”

‘How boring would that be?’ Gi Taejeong said, pressing various parts of Sehwa’s face.

“So, don’t let me get bored. Play with me while I’m here.”

“Play… with you?”

“Yeah. If you play with me, I’ll give you anything.”

Gi Taejeong’s eyes, as he casually pressed Sehwa’s damp cheeks and lips, were burning with lust. It would have been strange if Sehwa hadn’t noticed the implication of the ‘play’ he spoke of.

“What did that bastard Second Lieutenant Kim promise you? Money? A house?”

Sehwa couldn’t answer and just inwardly grimaced. If he was going to go crazy, he should do it gracefully, like an empty shell. He didn’t know why that person had such a way of speaking. He wasn’t old, yet he spoke like a nouveau riche man with a young mistress on his arm…

“Oh, this is definitely a proposition, so you can answer comfortably. I don’t have a hobby of forcing things. It just makes me feel dirty.”

So, he has forced it before, hasn’t he? Sehwa’s eyes darted around, looking anywhere. Answer comfortably? He’d give him anything? Gi Taejeong’s attitude was too suspicious to believe those words. Why me…? Why specifically…?

“You’re thinking of something else again.”

Gi Taejeong pulled Sehwa’s hand and placed it on his thigh. Then, covering the back of his hand, he interlaced their fingers so that he couldn’t move his body away. As he rubbed his hand against Gi Taejeong’s rock-hard body a few times, the flesh hidden beneath began to swell, threatening to burst through his suit pants.

“How is it? At first, it’s a bit much for everyone, but they all seem to like it once they get used to it.”

Sehwa lost his voice and stared at the man’s dick, which was growing in size. What? A bit? A bit much? Exaggerating a little, it was as big as the police batons the thugs swung. Was he perhaps going to torture him with this now? If so, his sudden talk of sex would make sense. Gi Taejeong intended to kill him. If that thing entered his body, whether he took it in his mouth or his ass, he would surely die.

“…You said you wouldn’t, force it…”

“I said I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”

Crazy bastard. Sehwa barely swallowed the curse that almost burst out and turned his head sharply. He hated everything. Being made to fondle his own dick while pretending to give him a choice. That deliberately vulgar way of speaking. And even his own messed-up mind, which still thought that face and that low voice resonating in his throat were magnificent.

“I probably… could stick it in up to here if I really tried.”

Gi Taejeong groped somewhere on his belly with his other hand. From his pubic bone… about half a hand-span above his navel. Around there.

“It usually goes deeper if you do it annually.”

“You can’t put it all in… and I’m not even…”

He wasn’t even capable of pregnancy. Unlike men who could receive the same gender, he didn’t naturally get wet, making smooth intercourse impossible. He was just explaining it, but it felt strangely embarrassing, so Sehwa stammered and swallowed his words.

“I know. Whether you’re a pregnant male or a whore, you can’t take all of my dick. I’m just telling you to be prepared to be fucked up to that point.”

A large hand, big enough to cover his entire face, roamed over his dry belly. When he touched the spot where he had kicked him earlier, Sehwa involuntarily flinched. Gi Taejeong’s face was still calm, but Sehwa somehow felt as if he was smiling.

“My sexual preferences are a bit… like that. It’s not about beating or drawing blood, but I’m quite persistent. That’s why I’m giving you a choice. If you say yes, you won’t be able to back out until you die.”

“……”

“You’ve seen how I operate by now, haven’t you? I hate it most when people are slow or try to back out. If you offer yourself first and then only do what you like, I might throw you down in the middle of the gambling den.”

He’d make people bet on how many times he came in his ass. In front of everyone. Whispering terrible words, Gi Taejeong genuinely smiled this time. It was a sweet smile, enough to make one mistake for a love confession if you pressed the mute button and only looked at his face.

“If I say no…”

“It doesn’t matter. We have something more important than sex, anyway.”

It was just words, but his tone suggested he didn’t even consider the possibility of Sehwa refusing.

“Instead, if you play with me, I’ll add one more thing you desire to the reward Second Lieutenant Kim promised.”

Gi Taejeong tilted his head. As if to kiss him.

“So, I’d appreciate it if you’d consider it positively.”

Startled, he pulled his chin back and recoiled, and the clanging of his handcuffs sounded irritatingly. Gi Taejeong’s dick, which was touching his hand, was now fully erect, and he could almost feel the engorged veins through the fabric of his clothes.

“Let’s sleep together, sweetheart. I’ll definitely get you pregnant.”

…Truly, a crazy bastard.

Naturally, he didn’t sleep a wink all night. Gi Taejeong, who had seemed about to strip Sehwa’s clothes off, threw out explosive words and then left the room, telling him to rest. The sensation of his massive penis still lingered in his hand. Not doing anything at all felt even more unsettling and terrifying. Amusement park rides are always scarier just before the drop.

“Ugh…”

Sehwa shook his heavy wrists. The handcuffs, tightly fitted to his wrists, jingled annoyingly. The patch or whatever it was still wrapped around his neck was also bothersome. If he really intended to let him rest, shouldn’t he have removed this first?

Thanks to that, Sehwa had to shiver without even taking off his wet clothes. The jelly-like, bouncy texture of the bed cover didn’t absorb any moisture, so he couldn’t dry his wet body on the sheets. It seemed they hadn’t put ordinary cloth on it so that it would be easy to wipe up whatever was spilled, whether blood or cum.

More importantly, the structure of this room itself was the problem. The waterbed trembled with the slightest movement. It was so sensitive and undulating that he wondered if sex was even possible on it. Moreover, if he turned his gaze to the side, there was a full-length mirror, and if he lay straight, his entire reflection was visible on the turned-off TV screen. There was no corner to catch his breath in.