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Sehwa rubbed his face in embarrassment.

“What kind of expression did I just make?”

However, Warrant Officer Choi firmly closed his mouth as if he had said all he needed to say. In the end, the only information Sehwa gained was that Ki Tae-jeong’s mood wasn’t great, that he was ignorant, and that he had apparently just made a very funny expression.

Husband(bu-geun)? Sehwa mulled over the unfamiliar word several times as he opened the middle door. Husband… Somehow it felt like a word with an angular and dignified resonance. Was it some kind of military term?

“Brigadier?”

He carefully poked his head in and called out to Ki Tae-jeong, but there was no response. Reflecting its owner’s twisted mood, the office was dark. Unfortunately, the opposite house building hadn’t turned on its lights yet, so not even a speck of light was seeping in except for the entrance sensor.

Sehwa, who had been standing awkwardly at the entrance, carefully stepped into the darkness. Even though Warrant Officer Choi had denied it, Ki Tae-jeong would use him as a punching bag to vent his anger. He’d have rough s3x with him and make him cry with cruel words to relieve his mood. Even knowing this, Sehwa had no choice but to follow Ki Tae-jeong’s trail. He had aimlessly wandered outside, but in the end, this was the only place he could return to. Ironically, the arms of this unpredictable man were the safest refuge that protected Sehwa from people like the boss or the pimp.

“Brigadier…”

When even the entrance sensor turned off, it was now complete darkness. Sehwa wondered if this was how it felt to be buried alive. Deprived of sight, even this familiar office took on an eerie feel.

“Brigadier, I can’t see anything…”

As he called out to him in a muffled voice, only then did the tacky lamp beside the sofa suddenly turn on as if responding to his desperate call. Sehwa fumbled forward, using that light as a guide. He felt like a moth gathering under a light bulb, knowing it would burn to death.

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

“What are you whispering about with another man?”

It was a low voice that seemed to be drawn from deep down.

“If you’ve come, you should come right in and get inspected.”

Resting his arm on the back of the sofa, Ki Tae-jeong slowly raised his upper body. Even the sofa that he had thought was too flashy to the point of tackiness now seemed like a prop meant to create a scene from mythology with him lying on it like that. Droplets of water trickled down his taut muscles, suggesting he had bathed not long ago. Momentarily mesmerized by his handsome face, Sehwa only now noticed that his upper body was exposed. Startled, he glanced around the sofa, relieved to see Ki Tae-jeong at least had a towel wrapped around his waist.

Sehwa just stood there blankly. He didn’t know how to address Ki Tae-jeong. If it had been someone else, he would have asked what was wrong, why he had drunk so much, but it felt like he shouldn’t do that with him.

There had been a time when he had been elated after picking up fragments of his past that he had shared as if doing him a favor. And how had that turned out? Being gently crushed for daring to feel sympathy for the man despite his lowly status was enough once.

“Strip.”

Maybe he should have been grateful for Ki Tae-jeong’s sudden command, leaving him little time to agonize over it. The plastic bag on his wrist rustled noisily and inconsiderately, causing him to fumble clumsily. Avoiding his gaze as Ki Tae-jeong peered at the ice cream wrapper through the translucent plastic. Sehwa hesitantly took off his padded jacket.

“No, start with the pants.”

As he dropped the padded jacket like shedding skin and was about to take off his top, Ki Tae-jeong shook his head briefly. Sehwa obediently unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper as instructed… Sehwa only then realized he was doing something incredibly embarrassing. He had always been nearly naked with just a gown on, so this was the first time he was undressing himself in front of Ki Tae-jeong.

With his eyes lowered, Sehwa could barely see Ki Tae-jeong’s jaw, but he could fully sense his gaze on his was intense. If Ki Tae-jeong had acted playfully teasing as usual, he would have easily thrown off his clothes while cursing him in his mind. But with him staring so intently, Sehwa kept overthinking, trying to decipher the meaning behind his gaze.

“Ah, keep your socks on.”

Why the socks…? It was an incomprehensible instruction, but anyway, this pitiful striptease was over. Sehwa tugged down his knit top, trying to cover his d1ck bound with patches as much as possible.

And for a moment, Ki Tae-jeong said nothing. If temperature had weight, this sultry air would sag downwards, unable to bear its own heaviness. Sehwa didn’t want to reveal his sweaty bare legs, so he needlessly rubbed the ankle of one leg with the toes of the other. His cheeks, the back of his knees… It felt like moisture would seep out if someone just poked him with a finger.

“You agreed to get inspected as soon as you returned, in exchange for permission to go out.”

His languid tone carried a hint of reproach towards Sehwa.

“Your c0ck and h0le.”

In other words, he wanted Sehwa to come closer. Ki Tae-jeong lay back down like a lazy lion, watching as Sehwa walked toward him. From this angle, there was no escaping his relentless gaze. Under his heavy stare, Sehwa felt like he’d already been rav4ged in countless places.

Then silence fell again. His body kept twitching as if pierced by a harpoon. Though Ki Tae-jeong gave no instructions, Sehwa felt unbearably embarrassed, considering all sorts of lewd possibilities on his own.

After standing blankly for a while, enduring his gaze, Sehwa hesitantly moved his body, his face flushed red. Seeing him lying like that while saying he’d examine his lower parts… He probably had a desired position in mind. By now, Sehwa knew well what positions and caresses Ki Tae-jeong particularly enjoyed.

Carefully trying to cover his cock bound with patches, Sehwa climbed on top of Ki Tae-jeong. Fortunately, it seemed to be the right answer, as he didn’t stop his slow movements.

One hand braced on the sofa’s backrest, the other on Ki Tae-jeong’s thigh. With his bottom awkwardly pushed out, Sehwa hung his head low. The knit top he had been pulling down was so stretched that one shoulder was completely exposed. Though he was facing away, he could acutely feel where Ki Tae-jeong was looking. Every time Sehwa panted from embarrassment, his tightly closed h0le involuntarily puckered slightly.

“Babe.”

His low voice, dispersing like mist, seemed to pierce right through his spine. At the same moment, Ki Tae-jeong gripped his hips, pulling him up firmly.

“Bri, Brigadier General…!”

As his upper body leaned forward, supporting himself on Ki Tae-jeong’s torso, he cut him off with a strict tone.

“Keep your back straight. I told you, this is an inspection, not… anything else.”

Sehwa straightened his bent upper body, tightening his knees and thighs. Gripping the sofa’s backrest tightly, he covered his mouth with his other hand, unsure where to put it. Beyond the physical strain, this position was more embarrassing. Before, he only had to brace against his stomach and present his bottom. But now… Sitting up straight like this over Ki Tae-jeong’s face, he could clearly see the tip of his chin and Adam’s apple. Thinking about how all his movements, how Ki Tae-jeong was looking at his lower parts and how he was licking and svcking, would be visible, Sehwa already felt like crying from embarrassment.

“Ah…”

Ki Tae-jeong spread his round buttocks apart, aiming precisely at his face. Ki Tae-jeong’s name was inscribed on this private area, perhaps even more hidden than his manhood. Seeing the slightly smeared, lewd trace of sweat, Ki Tae-jeong felt a strange satisfaction.

Ki Tae-jeong spread the flesh wide enough for the writing of the stamp to stretch slightly horizontally. As he rolled his tongue teasingly, the flesh in his hands quivered finely as if convulsing. The perineum was too narrow and shallow to bite fully, so it seemed better to svck it in, enveloping it with his lips. As Ki Tae-jeong svcked hard on the entire area, making his throat undulate, crying-like moans poured out from above.

“Hmm, you’re right that you didn’t leak any pvssy juice.”

“Ah, ungh…!”

Ki Tae-jeong, who had been rolling Sehwa’s patch-bound testicles in his mouth, finally loosened the lower restraint slightly. The sensation of biting and breaking the string with his teeth was chilling. Still, with even part of the tight binding gone, it felt a bit more bearable. Of course, only at first.

Sehwa quickly realized this sense of liberation wasn’t a reward. The pleasure pooled like a spring, rising and falling uncertainly. Sehwa sobbed softly, not knowing what to do. He’d cried again. He felt like he was becoming increasingly vulnerable in front of Ki Tae-jeong without realizing it.

“I, ungh, I didn’t leak, so why…”

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

A hand reaching up from below slowly caressed Sehwa’s slender nape.

“Didn’t I tell you to behave?”

Ki Tae-jeong clicked his tongue, saying any man with a c0ck would have wanted to ask at least once. Sehwa shook his head, not understanding why he was finding fault. It’s not like he went around completely naked, and he even got a neat haircut, so what was the problem…

“Did you drink?”

As Ki Tae-jeong rubbed his h0le with his thumb, Sehwa responded with his body. His buttocks swayed slightly each time he nodded. Whether he was in his right mind or not, it wasn’t entirely wrong. Sehwa’s body would have considered alcohol harmful and immediately detoxified it.

Ki Tae-jeong reached out toward the table. As his hand swept across it, a few loose bottles toppled over, one of them shattering with a loud crash that sent the sharp aroma of whiskey wafting into the air. Picking up a random bottle, he held it out, and Sehwa hesitated a moment before taking it. It seemed like this was his first time drinking with the patch on. Ki Tae-jeong briefly remembered when Sehwa had once drunkenly babbled nonsense, pleading for his hand and begging him not to leave. If he got as drunk now, would he start acting similarly?

“I’m not telling you to get drunk.”​

“Th-then…”

Ki Tae-jeong left it at that, urging Sehwa to figure it out himself, then started sucking Sehwa’s scrotum again. Sehwa’s body, now accustomed to the pleasure, began craving even more stimulation, his breath growing shallow as he clutched the bottle tightly.

If he wasn’t supposed to drink it outright… Sehwa looked blankly at the man beneath him, struggling to piece together a plan. But then, glimpsing the muscular body spread out under him, he couldn’t help but fixate on the clearly defined lines of Tae-jeong’s well-developed muscles — and the gradually hardening area below. His initial hesitation gave way to a bold idea. Sehwa slowly tilted the bottle over Ki Tae-jeong’s body. He was nearly certain this was the right move, but if he was wrong… When Ki Tae-jeong’s tongue suddenly grazed the sensitive spot he was teasing, Sehwa’s body jolted, causing a small spill of dark whiskey to trickle onto Ki Tae-jeong’s lower abdomen.

“You think you can handle all of that?”

Without pulling away, Ki Tae-jeong murmured in a low voice that nearly seemed like a laugh. Sehwa’s inner thighs trembled at the resonant sensation of his words, the vulnerable area quivering with each brush of his deep voice. It felt like he might lose control at any moment. He didn’t need overt movements — just the power of Ki Tae-jeong’s presence was enough to push him to the edge.

In a panic, Sehwa leaned down, desperate to drink up the spilled whiskey as if to placate him. Dropping the bottle onto the couch, he breathed in the strong aroma of alcohol around him. Thinking back, he realized he’d never actually been drunk before. Perhaps it wasn’t about tolerance but rather his strange physical constitution. With a slightly dazed expression, Sehwa tilted forward, wondering if this haziness was what being drunk feel like. The whiskey pooled in the grooves of Ki Tae-jeong’s taut abdominal muscles, and each touch of his hand on that firm surface produced a small splash. It almost felt like he had poured whiskey on marble rather than flesh.

“A-ah…!”

In his attempt to lick up the whiskey, Sehwa was quickly overwhelmed by Ki Tae-jeong’s attentive movements. There was no time to gather his thoughts. Ki Tae-jeong explored him freely, his t0ngue alternating between deep probing, gentle lapping along every fold, and precise, firm flicks. The sensation, though emanating from a single person, felt as if multiple people were taking turns with him, each offering a different thrill.

Sehwa’s lips barely grazed Ki Tae-jeong’s abs soaked in alcohol like a newborn kitten who didn’t even know how to drink milk, brushing over the whiskey and trailing soft touches. Now, drinking wasn’t the goal, nor were any instructions he might have given.

“Brigadier General, p-please… just for a moment…”

With each pulse of pressure beneath him, Sehwa’s lower abdomen tingled. It wasn’t exactly like the urge to relieve himself, nor was it similar to the feeling of cumming, but he began to think that he might need to go to the restroom.

​“That bathroom, Brigadier General…”​

Despite his plea, the sucking motion was still the same. If anything, Ki Tae-jeong’s movements only grew more fervent. His other hand slipped between Sehwa’s legs, firmly grasping and teasing.

“Agh, ah, ahh!”

Instinctively, Sehwa lifted his hips, his flushed face burning hot. No, this can’t happen here. His barely audible words of restraint went unheard by Ki Tae-jeong. Even though he was tied up tightly, if he made a mistake in the middle of the office… brought a surge of panic. Ki Tae-jeong was the type to brush it off casually if he did. Sehwa, scrambling for an answer, suddenly remembered the advice from Warrant Officer Choi. Something he had said would lighten the mood. But what was it?

After a long struggle, he gathered his strength, wiped away the whiskey that had splashed onto his face, and let the word finally surface.

“Hus, Husband(bu-geun)…”

The teasing finger suddenly stilled.

“What?”

Ki Tae-jeong, who had been so absorbed in tormenting Sehwa’s lower part that he had not even let out any sound, finally showed a reaction. Sehwa nodded quickly. Yes, Husband. That was it.

“Outside… Warrant Officer Choi mentioned you seemed a little down.”

“…”

“When I asked what husband(bu-geun) meant, he just told me to ask you directly… like this, exactly, saying it would lift your spirits… but I still don’t quite understand.”

What am I saying? Sehwa’s mind began to spiral in confusion. His first sip of strong whiskey had hit him harder than he expected, and his body, relentlessly stimulated, was teetering on the edge.

“I’ll… have a drink with you when I get back…”

Without even noticing that his hole was closing and opening every time he took a deep breath, Sehwa begged, his plump perineum, which had been sucked in and turned a darker shade, trembling.​

“Bri… no, I mean, ah, Husband(bu-geun)…”

Sehwa blurted it out without fully understanding the term he’d just learned. Surely it must mean something good. That was the only explanation for Warrant Officer Choi’s hint…

He echoed the unfamiliar term, hoping it had a positive meaning. After all, hadn’t someone just told him to use it as a hint? Even Warrant Officer Choi had respectfully referred to him as ‘bu-geun’ earlier, so Sehwa felt sure it must have been correct to say it when referring to a superior. No… actually, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore. If he wasn’t careful, he felt he’d really make a mistake. Please, he thought, I’ll do anything—whether it’s Director, Brigadier General, or Husband(bu-geun), I’ll call you whatever you want… just, for now…

“So please, relax a bit, and let me… get to the restroom… quickly…”

Sehwa was barely getting the words out when his body was flipped over. His vision spun, and suddenly Sehwa found his hand on Ki Tae-jeong’s broad chest instead of his abs. They stared at each other in silence, Ki Tae-jeong’s unreadable expression fixed on him.

Sehwa hurriedly wiped away a stray tear dangling from his chin, blinking slowly. The man’s face, filling his field of view with startling clarity, felt unfamiliar. Even after drinking so much, Ki Tae-jeong was steady and composed… but his gaze had changed in an instant. It looked—well, off. The only way to describe it was… soulless. Really, that was the only word that fit.

“‘Husband(bu-geun),’ you say.”

“I-I’m… sorry…”

Without fully understanding, Sehwa automatically apologized, his words coming out thin and muffled by a slight tremor.

“Want me to explain what it means, babe?”

Ki Tae-jeong’s lips stretched into a broad smile—a strikingly handsome smile, though it didn’t seem angry. There was a strange difference in his tone, unlike the ruthless way he had acted in the bunker. This Ki Tae-jeong, with his demeanor stripped of all reason… Sehwa was seeing him like this for the first time.