M 76

“Ah, well, still…” 

Ki Tae-jeong shook his palm and the piece of cloth fell limply. Sehwa hiccuped softly. The underwear, which had much better elasticity than regular fabric, was so soaked…could it tear like a piece of paper like that…?​

“As long as I don’t stick my cock in, it’s fine.” 

Surprisingly, Ki Tae-jeong didn’t spread Sehwa’s legs wide or flip him over. He was bending Sehwa’s lower body so that his knees touched his chest and thrusting straight down, or lifting his butt and thrusting from behind, or licking his hole… Even though he knew that was his favorite position.​

“I heard that when people get pregnant, they still manage to do it… but you, well, the situation is a bit different.” 

It was clear that he was putting a lot of strength into tearing Sehwa’s wet underwear, but his touch wasn’t as rough as before.

Ki Tae-jeong was propping his elbow next to Sehwa’s face, keeping some distance between their bodies. As if he was worried that his solid body might crush him. And that unfamiliar and awkward consideration excited Sehwa more than any lewd whisper or caress.

“Why are you leaking so much?” 

…Of course, his way of speaking hadn’t changed.

“Seeing how much faster you cum than usual… you really do like uniforms, don’t you?” 

With his low whisper that resonated, Sehwa embarrassingly felt the slickness trickling down his hole.

“That’s not it…” 

“Not it?” 

The man’s voice, which clung to the end of his words, was filled with a nonchalant yet teasing tone.

“This is Brigadier General’s bedroom, right…” 

As Sehwa wriggled his body up toward the head of the bed, he looked around.

“Lying down, it smells entirely like Brigadier General, so…” 

Sehwa felt a bit embarrassed that he was already dripping front and back, even though they hadn’t done anything significant, just as Ki Tae-jeong had said. It had been quite a while since he had engaged in such acts, but even considering that, his reaction was definitely quick.

​“I don’t know… what to do…”​

Sehwa eventually trailed off.

Ki Tae-jeong didn’t know what the appropriate line was. It was like that in many ways, but especially when it came to sex. It was embarrassing and overwhelming, so Sehwa had developed a habit of rejecting first. He was genuinely worried that he shouldn’t be doing something lewd with this body, but still…

To be honest, he felt like he was going to die from liking it. He liked this gentle caressing feeling more than any sex they’d ever had before. The man’s effort not to treat him carelessly, and the sight of Ki Tae-jeong, who was so excited to see him…

“…” 

Ki Tae-jeong, who had been watching the fidgeting Sehwa for a moment, suddenly clenched his fist so hard that it made a sound.

“Ah!” 

Before Sehwa could even be surprised by the terrifying sound, his body was suddenly grabbed. As he was pulled down, a much more intense kiss than before crashed into him.

“Ugh, Brigadier… General…” 

“…Are you doing this on purpose?” 

“Ah… what…” 

“Where did you learn to seduce people like that, huh?” 

“Th-that’s not it, ugh!” 

The tie loosely hanging around Ki Tae-jeong’s neck kept tickling his bare skin. As Sehwa tried to gently push away the solid body that seemed to be covered in armor, he noticed that the area around his hands felt a bit damp. When he glanced at it in confusion, he saw that his uniform shirt was soaked in places. The cuffs were soaked to the point that the thick veins standing out could be seen clearly.

Sehwa swallowed hard and quickly lowered his eyes. His face felt like it was on fire. It seemed that… his own bodily fluids had reduced his previously pristine clothes to this state.

“Your nipples have gotten so big too.”

Seeming to realize why Sehwa was suddenly feeling embarrassed, Ki Tae-jeong lightly chuckled and tapped the protruding buds.

“How can they get so erect just from being looked at?”

“It’s… been a while…”

“Ah, it’s been a while.”

“Hnn… ah!”

“So that’s why you’re dripping wet down there. It’s all swollen and red too.”

Ki Tae-jeong gathered up the lean chest flesh and took the entire areola into his mouth, sucking on it.

“…What should we do about this?”

The man murmured, holding the small fruit-like flesh between his teeth. His low voice was full of amusement and moisture.

“You’re soaked through. And I don’t even know where I keep the spare sheets.”

When he pointed out the dark stains spreading beneath his bottom, Sehwa’s face, which had been hazy with pleasure, froze in embarrassment.

“Looks like we’ll need to buy a new bed.”

Of course, there was actually nothing wrong with the bed. If it needed to be replaced after just this much, they’d have to sue the furniture company first.

“This one was custom made to my height, so it’ll take quite a while for a new one to be ready.”

Even if they did need to buy a new one, it wouldn’t really be an issue. How much could a bed possibly cost? Ki Tae-jeong only said it because he knew it would fluster Sehwa.

“…Then what should we do?”

Ah yes, that was the expression he wanted to see.

“What else? We’ll have to sleep together in your room until the new bed arrives, and…”

He laid Sehwa down on his side, pressing behind his knees to fold his legs into a ‘ㄱ’ shape.

“Ah, Brigadier General, this is…”

It was a position that put less pressure on the lower abdomen compared to missionary or doggy style, while also fully exposing the back entrance with just a slight twist of the hips. It seemed like it would be much easier to lick and suck than having the legs spread face-to-face.

“Didn’t they say your womb position is a little lower?”​

“……”

“I’m not so sex-crazed that I’d fuck a body in that condition.”

I won’t put it in, I won’t go all the way. Ki Tae-jeong emphasized once more. Sehwa lay curled up on his side like a fetus, blinking his large eyes while staring straight ahead.

Then, Sehwa suddenly rounded his shoulders and laughed with a face like melted chocolate under the blazing sun. Hehe. It was the kind of laugh one could almost transcribe. It was so sudden and… what’s the word? Pure. Just an innocent, pure laugh from Sehwa that made Ki Tae-jeong pause for a moment. Like a defeated soldier caught off guard, never imagining he’d be ambushed in a moment like this.

“…You like it though.”

“……”

“Brigadier General, you really like… doing that.”

It felt like he was holding a stranger in his arms. Ki Tae-jeong froze up, unable to respond. He wasn’t even sure how he should move his facial muscles in this situation.

“I was… just joking.”

When Ki Tae-jeong didn’t say anything, Sehwa shrank back sheepishly. Though he was panting lightly from tension, he still awkwardly lifted the corners of his mouth and glanced up.

“Oh, and I just thought of something… We shouldn’t let the baby hear this kind of thing, right?”

“……”

“It’s been a few days since the checkup, so the ears might have started developing by now… Um, Lieutenant Na said that until it’s resolved, both the baby and I will go through the same processes as normal people, ah…!”

“You little…”

Ki Tae-jeong spread the buttocks in front of him as wide as he could and roughly rubbed at the entrance. An inexplicable heat rose from the tips of his toes.

He finally understood what Sehwa meant earlier about not knowing what to do. He had no way to explain or relieve this unfamiliar sensation welling up inside him. So he just grabbed and kneaded the soft flesh like dough, wherever his hands could reach.

“Fuck, because of you…”

He didn’t want to hurt him, but he also wanted to devour him. Sehwa was prettiest when crying, but Ki Tae-jeong was also curious about the other expressions he kept hidden. This contradiction was not only unfamiliar, but unnecessary. He knew it was a useless worry, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Sehwa… and it made his insides boil.

“Ah, no, wait…”

“You’re writhing in pleasure, aren’t you? Then the baby must like it too.”

​The soft flesh like marshmallows was peeking out between his fingers. Despite being so skinny, there were plump curves on the buttocks and perineum.

“You’re just so lewd…”

Feeling the intense gaze fixed on that area, the wet entrance twitched and leaked more fluid. The sticky, transparent liquid that had been stretching out like threads was now melting like water, trickling down the pale skin.

“Relax your hole.”

“Ahh, nnh…!”

“How are you this tight when you’re not even a virgin?”

Ki Tae-jeong inserted just the first knuckle of his finger and stroked the inner wall, and even that small action caused lewd fluids to spurt out everywhere.​

“Can you hear it?”

You weren’t this wet even when you took my cock all the way in. Ki Tae-jeong whispered, nibbling on Sehwa’s earlobe. Unable to bear it any longer, Sehwa covered his face. He was so embarrassed that the heat could be felt all the way over here.

“Lee Sehwa.”

“……”

“What are you still so shy about?”

“W-well, of course…”

“You’re clenching like a virgin even though you’re pregnant. It feels weird, like I’m fucking a chaste married man.”

“Ah, please, don’t say such things… Brigadier General…”

The hot inner flesh seemed to welcome the probing fingers, gripping tightly and refusing to let go. Following that lewd tightness, the pooled fluids dripped down from his wrist to his forearm.

​“Hmm, it’s like crushing a juicy fruit.”​”

Something fragrant, moist, and sticky. Like a peach, for instance.

“Every time I stir inside, sticky juices keep flowing out,”

“Please don’t, ah…”

“Weren’t you worried the baby would hear? That’s why I’m speaking politely.”

Ki Tae-jeong fully inserted his fingers to the entrance, then thrust them back in deeply. The fluids that had been trickling out were shoved back inside with a squelching sound. Transparent droplets burst with wet noises. Even though it wasn’t spread very wide, the hole was so drenched in bodily fluids that not a single wrinkle could be seen.

“Ah, no, don’t… say such things…”

“Then pick the one you hate hearing the most.”

“…Pardon?”

“Out of all the dirty things I say, choose the one you hate most. I’ll try not to say that one.”

“Really?”

Though it seemed generous, it was clearly a suspicious offer. But Sehwa brightened up as if he’d met a savior. Ki Tae-jeong felt frustrated even though he was the one who had set the trap. No. How on earth did he get to be the manager of the House when he was so gullible?​

“T-then…”

“Yes?”

“…J-juices…”

“Juices?”

“…P-pussy… juices…”

Surprised by the unexpected answer, Ki Tae-jeong raised an eyebrow. He thought Sehwa would choose something more direct like cock or hole.

“The… talking about… f-flowing juices…”

“Ah. So you’ll feel less embarrassed if I don’t mention your pussy juices flowing?”

“Ah, yes, th-that… only that…”

“Alright. Then I won’t say that anymore… but you have to do something I want too.”

He thrust his fingers up hard, as if slapping the hole, and a gush of clear pussy- no, bodily fluids poured out.

“Tell me what feels good when we fuck, not what you don’t like or can’t do.”

“…Pardon?”

“Where you shiver when I lick and suck, how you want me to thrust, how you’re feeling right now… things like that.”

Ki Tae-jeong hugged Sehwa tightly. With his rounded back pressed against Ki Tae-jeong’s chest, he fit perfectly in his arms as if custom-made.

“Hnn…!”

He rubbed the cherry-red nipples, then reached for the smooth cock. Before he could even do anything, Sehwa let out a whimper-like moan.

“B-Brigadier Generaaal…”

The pleading tone was drawn out longer than usual. It didn’t seem like deliberate aegyo(cuteness), but rather a childish side unconsciously revealed as his mind melted.

“So, does this feel good or bad?”

“…Ah, it’s…”

“I can’t hear you.”

He stroked the dip below the glans and along the urethra as if plucking it. Sehwa’s body trembled finely as if electrocuted.

“Sehwa. You have to keep your promise.”

“Ahhh!”

“Didn’t you say you don’t want to hear about pussy juices?”

“Nngh… I-it’s g…”

“What was that?”

“It’s… g-good…”

“Ah, here? Do you like me massaging your cock?”

“Yes, yes, I… uh…”

“Should I hold your cock like this and rub it, and also eat your ass? It might feel better that way.”

“No, no…”

“I’m not asking because you’re shy, I’m asking if it feels good to your body.”

“That…”

Sehwa hesitated, unable to answer immediately. Then, furrowing his brows in a puzzled way, he seemed to finally realize he was the one at a disadvantage.

“But Brigadier General, this is… unfair…”

“You only realized that now?”

To only exclude what he disliked and to demand a list of everything he liked. Naturally, this was an unfair deal for Sehwa.

“It’s your fault for being gullible. You probably did the same thing when you were dealing cards at the House.”

“Ah, uh!”

Ki Tae-jeong inserted two fingers halfway, spreading him open with a scissor-like motion. A little more vigorous movement here, and he’d reach Sehwa’s most sensitive spot. Hmm. Should he make him cry out loudly and then touch his face? He was contemplating this when…

“Brigadier General, Brigadier General, I… I…”

Sehwa wriggled, turning his upper body to look at Ki Tae-jeong. With his mouth slightly open and his head tilted, he seemed to want a kiss.

“Brigadier General…”

It was a clumsy call, neither a seduction nor an urging, but there was no reason to refuse. He willingly leaned in and kissed him. It was a ravenous kiss, swallowing even Sehwa’s moans that vibrated in his throat.

He had refused kisses, saying it didn’t matter how he was fucked from behind, but now he was begging for a kiss. Of course, it seemed like a ploy to divert attention, fearing even greater pleasure…

He couldn’t believe how transparent he was, how he managed to become a manager. Ki Tae-jeong chuckled, then suddenly… wondered what it would have been like if he hadn’t treated Sehwa roughly from the start.

Watching Sehwa, who readily surrendered his body, so easily read, this question suddenly arose. The tiny dot of curiosity instantly swelled into a giant tree.

If he had revealed his true identity, that he had things to do and needed his help. If he had told him about the drug Lieutenant Kim gave him, that he might get pregnant, that he knew… If he had started like that…

Would he still have fallen for him? Would he have clung to him with a smile like that, begging for a kiss a little sooner?

“Brigadier, General…?”

When Ki Tae-jeong suddenly stopped reacting with his lips still pressed together, Sehwa called him softly. Warm breath, full of life, flowed in, as if to awaken Ki Tae-jeong’s frozen thoughts.

“Sehwa.”

“…Yes?”

“If we had met normally… what do you think you would have called me?”

Sehwa blinked, tilting his head slightly, as if not understanding the question.

“Other than Brigadier General, what would you have called me?”

Sehwa’s shoulder twitched slightly, as if tickled by the hand stroking his cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut, then lifted his long eyelashes, looking directly at Ki Tae-jeong.

“Why are you suddenly asking that…”

“I’m calling you whatever you want me to call you.”

Suddenly, Ki Tae-jeong felt an unbearable itch below his sternum. No, it wasn’t an itch… what was it? It felt like thorns scratching inside, making his stomach churn, as if he needed to vomit something out…

“Ugh…!”

Ki Tae-jeong pushed down on the wet perineum with his thumb, trying to shake off the unfamiliar sensation. The sudden internal and external pressure made Sehwa frantically shake his head.

“Brigadier… stop that, aah!”

“I’m not even thirty yet, calling me ‘mister’ is a bit…”

Then, Ki Tae-jeong silently muttered the three affectionate syllables that Oh Seon-ran, who probably saw Sehwa for the first time today, had spoken without hesitation.

Sehwa-ya.

“Hyung? Mister?”

If he called him that. If he just used his name, without the surname… what kind of face would he make this time? Would he cry, or laugh?

“Hurry up.”

Too embarrassed to say it aloud, Ki Tae-jeong just urged Sehwa, repeating it silently over and over again. Sehwa-ya.