M 55

M 55​

“Mm, uh, ngh…”

Ki Tae-jeong kissed him as if to encourage obedience. Though hesitant at first, Sehwa clumsily reciprocated. When left with only their lips touching, Sehwa tentatively extended his tongue, brushing against Tae-jeong’s inner cheek. It didn’t seem like he was doing it with the intention of kissing. The feeling of being pounded all over his body was too much for Sehwa, so it was just a gesture trying to divert the heat in another direction. Though awkward enough to elicit a wry smile, what mattered was that Sehwa was beginning to learn how to respond to intimacy.

While dragging Sehwa along at his own pace had its appeal, Ki Tae-jeong found himself preferring this growing willingness. Even subtle responsiveness heightened the physical sensations—the intensity of connection, the shared pleasure… Even though the s3x now was much more difficult than before, Lee Sehwa was being held by Ki Tae-jeong in the most docile manner.

“Ah…!”​

Ki Tae-jeong deepened the kiss, pinning Sehwa against the wall of the shower booth. The traces of the water-soaked body clearing away the cloudy fog were clearly visible. It was a lewd picture in itself.​

“Ah, B-Brigadier General… .”​

​Sehwa stuck out his t0ngue and took a deep breath. Perhaps because Sehwa felt a little more comfortable now that he had a place to lean on, his inner wall lo0sened up a little more. It wasn’t that the h0le had become lo0se, it was that it had literally become more relaxed, making it easier to accept Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck.

Thinking back, this was the first time Ki Tae-jeong had coaxed Sehwa so gently, assuring him it was almost over. It felt absurd enough to make him chuckle. Was it really this simple to ease Sehwa’s guard? Perhaps. Breaking through half-melted ice is much easier than shattering a frozen block. And Sehwa, in particular, responded this way with remarkable clarity.

Even when Sehwa had been trembling in fear, afraid of punishment, his physical sensitivity had been remarkable. Even when Ki Tae-jeong didn’t care about emotions and only pointed out where his body felt, it was a h0le that stuck to him like a svcker and ate his d1ck. Ki Tae-jeong thought that was enough. Because it was a sufficiently satisfying pleasure.​

​But now, knowing what it felt like for Sehwa to open himself willingly, the idea of returning to those previous encounters was unappealing. It wasn’t just about the physical closeness—the tightness or the pressure. It was about the way Sehwa, once closed off, now sought kisses and wept softly, his lips quivering in suppressed m0ans. His flushed, damp skin clung to every ridge of Ki Tae-jeong’s body, the soft inner walls seeming to mold themselves to him with a tender, almost deliberate rhythm. Ki Tae-jeong felt as though he could reach his cl1max just from this, without even moving.

​“I’m so… , ah, please…!”​

Though the words were similar to his previous pleas, they carried a different tone now—less a protest and more a desperate plea to manage the overwhelming sensations. Though earlier Sehwa had been reluctant to even let Ki Tae-jeong hold him, now his hands fumbled for his arm and rested on his shoulder.

“B-Brigadier General…”

Sehwa looked up at him, his voice trailing off as his expression filled with both wonder and hesitation. For a moment, Ki Tae-jeong felt like the scene was flowing slowly, as if the world had hit the playback speed and had been deliberately slowed down. The things he could see became clearer as time went by. When he called out, Brigadier General. In the first syllable, the lips become pointed like a beak, and then the mouth, like a shallow well, is revealed. When he flick of his tongue against his teeth, the tiny droplets of saliva that scattered with each breath. In Sehwa’s clear, tear-filled eyes, only Ki Tae-jeong was reflected.

Even though they were far enough apart to be able to clearly observe each other’s features, it felt like their breath was touching each other. A question mark was drawn on Lee Sehwa’s face as he quietly looked at Ki Tae-jeong. He seemed puzzled that Ki Tae-jeong was acting as if he was going to devour him, but didn’t make any movements. Sehwa blinked his big eyes slowly, and the droplets hanging from his long eyelashes dripped down his cheeks and onto his chin. At that moment, the time that had been passing slowly for Ki Tae-jeong seemed to resume its natural pace. Ki Tae-jeong impatiently swallowed Sehwa’s plum lips, as if he wanted to compensate for the loss of sensation that was not his will.​

“Ha…, ah…ah!”​

​“Breathe.”​

​“Really, I’m so weird, huh… .”​

​As Ki Tae-jeong inserted it slowly but painstakingly, Sehwa, who was groaning, pressed his lips against Ki Tae-jeong’s as if he could not bear it anymore. Ki Tae-jeong watched quietly to see what he was going to do, but all he could see was Sehwa rubbing his wet lips anxiously. The tender, flaccid flesh was sticky and wet. His wet buttocks, covered in love juice, were pressed against the glass and bouncing, and love juice was dripping from his soaking-drenched h0le. These were all sounds coming from this sexy body.​

“… Hmm…!”​

This time, he pulled his d1ck back and then thrust in all at once. The hard glans went through all the thick bulges inside the inner wall. Lee Sehwa was no longer able to receive a kiss properly and sank down. Ki Tae-jeong felt his pulse throbbing every time he bit the exposed nape of Sehwa’s neck, and licked it.​

“Ah, Brigadier General… this, ah, ah, uh, heung…!”​

Sehwa’s chest, which had been rising and falling with short, shallow breaths, swelled dramatically. The lower abdomen, slightly bulging from the strain, quivered faintly with tension. As if sensing what was about to happen, Sehwa tightly shut his eyes. Ki Tae-jeong also knew—it was close. Sehwa’s head tilted sharply backward, his slender neck trembling visibly, and then—

​“…!”​

​Lee Sehwa couldn’t even let out a groan, and his body convulsed violently. Sehwa’s d1ck, which was so wrapped up that the tip was swollen, stood up stiffly and squirted out a lot of water, making a sound like a water balloon bursting. It was a force that could not even be compared to what it had been like before.​

“Fvck, ah…”​

​Ki Tae-jeong also buried his nose into the top of Lee Sehwa’s head and exhaled hot, ragged  breath. Lee Sehwa, who had reached the peak, chewed on Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck like squeezing laundry. A long, drawn-out climax surged through him. He had considered the possibility but dismissed it as a mere fantasy. This was Ki Tae-jeong’s first time ej4cvlating solely through the tightening of the inner walls.​

“Hnng, ah, huff…”

Even after it was over, the pale tip of his d1ck still leaked indecently, fluid dripping like a spring. Sehwa finally took notice of his own state below and faltered in embarrassment. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, as if shame had finally caught up to him. Despite what felt like an explosive release that drained all moisture from his body, it was incredible that he had the energy to cry.

“I’m not doing it anymore.”

Ki tae-jeong whispered in his ear and kissed Sehwa’s cheek and chin. Only then did his shoulders, which had been tense, slump down. Just as Sehwa exhaled shallow, shaky breaths, his body suddenly tensed again. Ki Tae-jeong’s gaze followed Sehwa’s line of sight to see a dictionary on the wall. One of the AI’s vocabulary entries had apparently registered the sound of Sehwa’s earlier m0ans.

​“The sound of a child crying loudly, screaming and fussing.”​

Lee Sehwa turned his head diagonally as Ki Tae-jeong read the impressive meaning that caught his eye. Sehwa’s face was so red it looked as if steam might rise from his cheeks.

“Well, you definitely cried that much.”

“I-I didn’t, ah… hnn…”

“You’re doing it even now.”

When Ki Tae-jeong started pulling out his d1ck he had buried inside, the h0le tightened instinctively. When he told Sehwa to relax if he didn’t want to get fvcked again, Sehwa was confused and didn’t know what to do. Of course, Ki Tae-jeong could have simply pulled out, but he knew the sensation of his d1ck dragging against tender flesh would likely have made him gone for one more go-round. Still, Tae-jeong chose instead to place a kiss on Sehwa’s flushed cheek. There was something he wanted to confirm.

“Hnng…”

Sure enough, even something as simple as a kiss seemed to soothe Sehwa, his body visibly relaxing. The difference in his reaction was so obvious that it was unbelievable.​

“Ah, wait, wait a minute…!”​

​Lee Sehwa, who had been completely relaxed and absorbed in the kiss, hurriedly pulled away from the body that was stuck to him. This was because when Ki Tae-jeong pulled out his d1ck, the semen that had accumulated in the h0le began to flow out. The h0le was repeatedly opening and closing, and a sticky cream-like substance clumped onto the pale skin. Honey-like fluid also trickled down onto his buttocks and thighs where my hands had left marks earlier. It was a sight as obscene as the time when the s3men was spewing out earlier.​

​“Babe.”​

“Please… Say nothing… Brigadier General…”​

​“Did you know you could squirt from the back too?”​

“Hngh…”​

Lee Sehwa eventually burst into tears, his voice cracking at the end. Maybe it was because Sehwa was drunk, but the tip of his nose was especially redder than other times. Feeling mischievous, Ki Tae-jeong leaned down and bit gently along Sehwa’s face, planting short kisses on unexpected spots—his eyelids, the area beneath his cheekbones, the corner of his lips. When Ki Tae-jeong deliberately kissed him in a place he didn’t usually touch, it was funny how Sehwa whimpered and made a puzzled expression as if asking why he put his lips in such a place. Come to think of it, this was the first time he had showered Sehwa with kisses post-climax. Today’s s3x had been full of firsts in many ways.

​“Your d1ck is swollen. Your h0le is also swollen. Your eyes and lips are all swollen.”

He rubbed his thumb over Sehwa’s damp lips. Too exhausted to respond, Sehwa simply let him, trembling like a newborn animal on unsteady legs. It was no wonder—he had been stretched to his limit for so long that his lower half, including his entrance, couldn’t close properly.

​Ki Tae-jeong honestly felt like he could do it again—no, he wanted to. He wanted to push all the way in and feel again the moment when the tight buttocks were crushed against his lower abdomen. But going further here would really hurt Lee Sehwa. He didn’t know if his d1ck was buried inside his h0le or a newly-formed womb, but as the Lieutenant had said, Sehwa wasn’t something to be used and discarded, so he needed to stop now.

Lee Sehwa stood awkwardly with his back arched as if trying to shake off a numbing sensation creeping up his body. A warm bath would help relax these muscles. ​Ki Tae-jeong thought about all the things they could try while soaking… There were plenty of ways to enjoy themselves without penetration. But unfortunately, this building didn’t have any baths.

“Do you feel… any better now?”

As Ki Tae-jeong pondered how to help Sehwa clean up, the younger man’s sudden question caught him off guard. His voice was cautious, almost hesitant.

“… What?”​

It took several seconds for Ki Tae-jeong to understand what was being said. He wondered if Lee Sehwa had lost touch with reality. Did Sehwa really think he’d s3x with him just to relieve his bad mood?

​“I thought you were in a very bad mood… So earlier, that’s why Warrant Officer Choi told me to… um to say something like that…”​

Ki Tae-jeong had, indeed, been in a foul mood. Hearing such revolting words earlier had soured his temper. The people gathered in this gambling den were exactly what Ki Tae-jeong despised most. They were greedy, incompetent fools who deluded themselves into thinking they were justified—no, even pitiful—in their ways. If these scum had money, they’d be like Kim Seok-cheol. If not, they’d prey on others like Lee Sehwa. It wasn’t about bringing justice or anything noble. It had simply been a convenient way to silence them while sparing himself from further disgust.

​But ‘cleaning’ and now s3x were completely different things. Ever since Ki Tae-jeong tied Sehwa’s d1ck with a patch in the morning, he had made up his mind that he would make him cry when he got back. He planned was to make Sehwa say obscenes words he had never imagined before, and to make him beg on his knees to go easy.​

Moreover, Ki Tae-jeong had no intention of revealing what had happened earlier that day. Boasting about eliminating those vile men would achieve nothing; it wasn’t exactly a feat of significant effort, and it certainly wouldn’t make Lee Sehwa feel any better… If anything, learning the truth would only lead Sehwa to spiral into guilt or despair—something Ki Tae-jeong didn’t want to see. He rather see Sehwa crying face as he received his d1ck.​

However, even if Ki Tae-jeong hadn’t planned to make a big deal out of it, he did just go and take revenge on those bastards who had been messing with Sehwa. So what right do Sehwa have to complain now?

“Um… Can I wash up? I feel so sticky….”

The softly muttered voice was the same as before—tinged with wariness. Or perhaps, steeped in fear.

Why was he acting like this? Ki Tae-jeong couldn’t understand it. Unlike before, they had gone slow and gentle during $3x. Lee Sehwa had melted into his touch, even initiating a kiss at one point. In the previous $3x, Sehwa would pull away from kisses after his wrist got bent, but this time, he eagerly embraced him. The end of their earlier $3x had been the most affectionate yet, and Ki Tae-jeong had kept his word to stop. Yet, here was Lee Sehwa, as wary and guarded as ever.

Ki Tae-jeong thought back to the ramblings Sehwa had let slip during a feverish night—a strange mixture of vulnerability and misplaced confidence. That made quite an impression on him. So he decided to get him tipsy again. Ki Tae-jeong wondered how messy Sehwa would be if he got really drunk and came at him. Would he act a bit more honest? Or would he try those annoying affectionate gestures again? But this… this was far from anything Ki Tae-jeong had imagined or anticipated.

The idea that ‘a little coaxing can open up someone’s heart’ didn’t seem entirely wrong. Lee Sehwa’s eyebrows furrowed sullenly as Ki Tae-jeong just stared somewhere, lost in thought. There was even a sense of resignation, as if thinking ‘of course…’ Sehwa’s thin body hesitantly turned away. As if he hadn’t expected Ki Tae-jeong to keep his promise in the first place, Sehwa took a deep breath while leaning against the wall. It seemed he considered this a continuation of when Ki Tae-jeong had told him to handle things himself during that chaos on the sofa.

Sehwa’s thin arms and barely standing thighs and calves trembled continuously. In the meantime, Sehwa Lee was clumsily sticking out his buttocks, which had red marks from earlier collisions against Ki Tae-jeong’s body. The swollen h0le twitched noticeably, clearly showing the tension. A tingling sensation in his lower abdomen came and went. A strange discomfort gnawed at Ki Tae-jeong’s insides.​

The hand Ki Tae-jeong extended toward them was an almost unconscious act. He wasn’t thinking deeply—he just wanted to stop seeing him like that. He had intended to turn Sehwa around, saying he wasn’t going to do anything more and suggesting they go wash up… but Sehwa’s body flinched at the approaching touch. Sehwa tensed up as if bracing himself for what was to come. Ki Tae-jeong looked down at his empty hand and clenched it so tight his joints could be heard cracking.

Fvck, there was nothing he couldn’t do. Sehwa wouldn’t be able to refuse anyway. He knew his position well enough to be acting this submissively. Even if Sehwa resisted, he could just confine him, tie him up, and take him. In fact, keeping him under control like that might even ensure his safety until the upcoming trials were over.

However, after experiencing Sehwa opening up to him first, he no longer felt like forcing himself. While Sehwa’s quick resignation and acceptance were good, he preferred seeing him nestle against him gently like before, rather than watching him being dejected and constantly checking his mood.

​Ki Tae-jeong closed his eyes tightly. He could feel the delayed effects of the alcohol hitting him, clouding his thoughts. There were only two options. He could act impulsively now and risk leaving Sehwa even more frightened and withdrawn, or he could gently coax Sehwa to come to him first like before. If he had to choose one, the latter was clearly more efficient. It wouldn’t be difficult to retrain Sehwa through violence and fear. However, mending a broken heart would take more time and effort.

​Ki Tae-jeong was lost for a moment and reached out his wandering hand to grab Lee Sehwa’s shoulder. When he turned Lee Sehwa around without doing anything else, Sehwa’s eyes widened in surprise. Right, it wasn’t that difficult. Lee Sehwa’s body softened easily if given a bit of sweetness. There was no need to waste energy when there was an easy path.

“I was going to wash you up.”

​“…”​

“Do you want to sleep like that? All covered in fluids, with everything still inside you, if that’s what you wanted—”

“N-no, that’s not it….”

Lee Sehwa, who had been watching ​Ki Tae-jeong’s mood, shook his head in horror. Though better than before, his wariness remained. He seemed to be wondering why this person was suddenly acting this way.​

​“But why does Brigadier General want to wash me…?”

​“Then who did you think was the one who cleaned you up every time you passed out? Lieutenant Park? Warrant Officer Choi?”

Lee Sehwa closed his mouth awkwardly. As he bit his lip, air puffed out from his cheeks.

“So hurry up and lean on me. Let’s wash up and sleep.”

“T-that’s… unless I was unconscious like before, but now I’m not… and I can also walk a bit… for you to do something like that, Brigadier General….”​

​Look at this. Lee Sehwa’s habit of chattering about anything and everything was a sign. It meant he had let go of his wariness and completely relaxed.

“Put your arms around me.”

Sehwa hesitated before reaching out. He stiffened up as he wrapped his arms around Ki Tae-jeong’s waist. Ki Tae-jeong lifted Sehwa’s waist swiftly. When he placed Sehwa’s feet on top of his own, their bodies pressed together without even room for a sheet of paper between them.

“B-Brigadier General?”

“You said you couldn’t walk on your own. If I carried you, seeing everything drip out would make me want to take you again… but I said I wouldn’t do any more.”

As Ki Tae-jeong took awkward steps with Sehwa balanced on top of him like this, a small laugh escaped from within his embrace. He could feel Sehwa’s heart racing through their touching skin. Sehwa’s white cheek was pressed roundly against his chest. Ki Tae-jeong, glancing down at Sehwa, also smiled slightly. To think Sehwa would smile so happily over just this much.

“Right. I’ll stop by the official residence in a few days. I could stay for a few days.”

​“The official residence?”​

​“The military doctor will personally explain your constitution. Didn’t I tell you last time?”

“Ah… Yes.”​

Lieutenant Na had said in a stern voice that they would need to come hear about Sehwa’s story in person. That they would need to explain while looking at documents that couldn’t be taken outside. It was clearly related to those chemical experiments. While he planned to have Sehwa undergo various tests at the official residence, it would probably be difficult to determine if he was pregnant. There hadn’t been any notable symptoms so far. Even if today’s activities had resulted in pregnancy, it would take at least the minimum time before results could be confirmed.

Still, Lieutenant Na would likely inform Sehwa about his unique constitution, and warn him to be careful as pregnancy would now be possible. Ki Tae-jeong had no intention of stopping this. Since it would come to light eventually, it might actually be better to hear it from Lieutenant Na, who was terribly strict with patients.

As for how Sehwa would react when told he could really bear children… Well, even Ki Tae-jeong found it hard to predict. Would he cry, saying Ki Tae-jeong had deceived him while knowing everything? If he casually brushed it off, saying he didn’t know either and joked about how careless his words could be, Sehwa would likely grumble but eventually accept it. He might also chatter nervously about being scared of getting pregnant. He might also fret later while holding the test results, wondering what to do…. None of it seemed particularly bad.

“Then now, Brigadier General… you won’t be here… I mean, at the House….”

​“What are you talking about? I need to occupy this place until all the work is done. The house itself is evidence.”

Ki Tae-jeong clarified that he’d just be stopping by the residence temporarily and would bring Sehwa along. At that, Sehwa finally nodded, though his expression remained slightly dazed.

“Why? Disappointed that I’ll be staying with you instead of disappearing for good?”

“N-no, that’s not it….”

When he asked teasingly, Sehwa lowered his head. Even so, since Sehwa was being held by Ki Tae-jeong, all he could do was rub his cheek against his firm chest.​

“I’ll allow you to go out for about two hours a day, so if you’re bored, go out and play.”

Sehwa, who had been weakly nuzzling, suddenly lifted his head. Though he wilted again when told he’d have to wear the patch on his d1ck like today. He patted Sehwa’s wet bottom while turning on the shower. When he whispered ‘you did well today’ in his ear, Sehwa quietly lowered his eyes. It was an expression he hadn’t seen before, neither crying nor smiling. Sehwa’s mouth opened slightly as if to say something, but it was drowned out by the strong sound of water. As long as Sehwa wasn’t shrinking away and crying, it was fine. Ki Tae-jeong thoroughly kissed Sehwa’s swollen eyes while taking the warm stream of water all over his body.