GB 47

Yoon Moo-hwa already knew who Haero had started talking to.

Tan Shui.

His family business involves reproducing or collecting and reselling expensive and rare stationery from the old era. They’re wealthy, but not extremely rich compared to their reputation, and there are five brothers, all from military academies. Two in the Air Force, three in the Navy.

Two were stationed completely inland, and excluding the youngest Tan Shui who hadn’t been commissioned yet, two were at different bases.

Yoon Moo-hwa got up from his seat, memorizing Tan Shui’s background and face.

This time, Haero didn’t perform his usual routine of ‘checking Yoon Moo-hwa’s physical condition’. It must be because it suddenly felt unfamiliar. It wouldn’t be bad to naturally create distance like this. Somehow, the current state feels dangerous.

Now that he’s become an adult and entered a school with dormitories despite Yoon Moo-hwa’s opposition, more and more things unknown to Yoon Moo-hwa will happen to Haero. Yoon Moo-hwa also felt like he was walking a tightrope. He hadn’t decided yet how to distance himself. It was the first time he had left something undecided for so long.

Yoon Moo-hwa, now undressed, slowly peeled off the film attached to his side. As it came off his skin, its color disappeared, turning into a translucent jelly-like substance. He threw the spent item in the trash. The wound that had been covered by the bandage was revealed. There was an ugly scar where the flesh had almost been torn off but had barely managed to recover.

It was a wound from three weeks ago.

The situation at sea had become extremely intense. It was to the point where one couldn’t see an inch ahead. It was a busy enough season even without the mass of marine criminals gathered while evading the navy’s information network. As summer ripened, the equatorial seas became almost boiling, causing sea beasts to rise near the surface. Occasionally, they would see huge sea beasts fighting each other, with one’s belly bursting and turning the sea into a sea of blood. The smell of rotting sea beast carcasses was indescribably horrific.

The wound on his side was obtained when encountering sea beasts. It was a new type. It was such a unique case that even classification was difficult, and he had been late coming home because he had to give a face-to-face report as soon as he returned to port.

The new type of sea beast used even dead flesh as a weapon. Burst flesh from the body of the giant sea beast instantly hardened and turned into sharp throwing stars. These sharp pieces of flesh showered into the ship, piercing, cutting, and gouging the crew members. Yoon Moo-hwa was no exception.

While not fatal unless the throat was torn, it was enough to leave ugly wounds. While treating his side, Yoon Moo-hwa suggested the possibility that this sea beast wasn’t a single entity but a colony-type beast composed of multiple individuals.

The evidence was the flesh collected after the battle. They thought it was dead, but according to a makeshift cell examination conducted on the ship, it was still active. Moreover, the shapes of these flesh pieces were eerily similar. While the naval research institute would conduct further research, what was certain was that such unclassified or out-of-classification sea beasts were rapidly increasing.

‘A sea becoming more unknown, more cruel … And you want to come to that sea … You, of all people.’

While all sorts of complex thoughts ran through his mind, Yoon Moo-hwa’s hands moved without hesitation. Although the wound was almost healed and didn’t need a separate bandage anymore, he took out a new one and covered the wound in case Haero saw it and made a fuss.

“But I didn’t expect him not to look at all.”

There’s an old saying that goes ‘one’s heart is in the bean field’. What would one do in a bean field? What would they do secretly among the overgrown bean plants?

Which bean field is Haero’s heart in?

Haero’s heart was in the bean field called Yoon Moo-hwa.

The words “I can’t suck it for you” kept echoing in his mind.

Haero, who was in a state of overload, couldn’t finish his day’s studies and paced around the room.

He had already taken a cold shower once. Without a drill ground where he could run until exhaustion, he couldn’t fall asleep either.

Groaning in discomfort, Haero finally pulled off his pants. There was his dick, stubbornly refusing to calm down. It was standing erect, complaining of discomfort, so Haero instinctively reached out and grasped it.

“Ugh.”

His hand instantly became hot from the heat rising in his genitals. Haero made a pained expression. He didn’t like it. For some reason, he didn’t like it. It felt like he was doing something wrong.

But once he started touching, he couldn’t stop. Especially the tip where fluid was coming out. Haero, panting, started to rub his hand.

His touch showed no skill at all. It was so clumsy that it was clear the delicate skin would chafe if he continued, but Haero, not knowing any better, just kept rubbing, groaning, thinking he had found a way to calm the heat just by touching it.

His naive and foolish appearance, not knowing that overcoming a hurdle is the climax, was endearing.

At least one person in this world would see it that way.

Haero was so focused on his struggle that he didn’t notice the sound of someone approaching from outside.

“Haero, I’m coming in.”

Nor did he hear the soft voice calling his name.

Just as Haero, with fluttering eyelids and pitifully moving lips, stretched out his legs and climaxed, the door opened and Yoon Moo-hwa entered.

“…”

Yoon Moo-hwa’s eyes widened slightly, as if surprised.

Haero, who had been breathing heavily, belatedly noticed him and was too shocked to even breathe. It felt like he had been suddenly punched hard in the solar plexus, making it difficult to breathe.

“Uh, um…”

Yoon Moo-hwa silently looked at Haero, then pulled up a chair and sat down against the wall next to the bed before he could hide under the covers. He was sitting opposite where Haero could be seen. As if interrogating him, he quietly advised Haero, who looked as if the sky had fallen, “If you touch it like that, it’ll hurt later.”

“…”

Haero couldn’t do anything in response to this unexpected reaction.

“Did you wash your hands?”

Just as he used to always ask young Haero when returning from an outing or before meals, Yoon Moo-hwa’s question was so casual that Haero nodded without realizing it.

“Then do as I say.” Yoon Moo-hwa recited in a dry yet slightly gentle tone, “First, spread what you ejaculated well on your palm.”

His voice sounded almost like a lullaby, and Haero followed as if entranced. The lack of reality in the subsequent events and the pleasure of his first proper ejaculation during his first masturbation might also be reasons why Haero was in a daze.

“Hng, wait…”

Haero bent forward sharply after rubbing his glans with his palm while spreading his own semen on his body. 

Yoon Moo-hwa clicked his tongue inaudibly to Haero, then alternately looked at his own hands before slowly pushing Haero’s shoulder with his foot.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he sat back down with his arms crossed, as if interrogating again, “That should feel good. But if you keep rubbing, you’ll be scared to even go to the bathroom later. For now, wrap around the shaft.”

“Hng, haa…”

“Gently apply just a little pressure with your hand, not painfully, and move slowly up and down.”

It was like a spell.

Haero moved as Yoon Moo-hwa said. He did exactly as instructed. His penis, which had ejaculated once, softened and then began to harden again. 

Yoon Moo-hwa looked at the pink penis visible between Haero’s hands, then slowly raised his gaze. He saw the reddened nape like his penis, then up to his flushed expression with his chin raised, biting his lip, and eyes tightly shut. 

Without taking his eyes off Haero’s face, he slowly taught her the next thing to do, “And then gradually faster.”

Haero’s hand moved increasingly faster.

“You could hold on a bit longer, but since this is your first time, I think it’s okay to cum right away, Haero.”

‘Cum?’

Haero was confused by the expression used instead of the word “ejaculate,” but as his hand seemed to peel off the skin of his penis, he twisted his whole body and let out a shrill moan, his mind going blank.

“The skin doesn’t even peel back. You’re such a baby, Haero.”

He couldn’t even hear Yoon Moo-hwa’s words that always made him focus.

Yoon Moo-hwa didn’t move a finger, even as he looked at Haero’s foreskin, which was surely soft, and the spongy glans. He didn’t even show any sign of reaching out.

Instead, he turned his wrist to check his watch.

While Haero’s first ejaculation couldn’t be helped, he was definitely timing the second one.

Haero repeatedly stretched his toes, arching and narrowing his feet, until finally splaying his toes like a fan.

Seeing Haero’s lips about to part, Yoon Moo-hwa unfolded his crossed arms, revealing his fingers. His index and middle fingers stretched out. These were the hands that had put a T-shirt in Haero’s mouth in his dream. Neither Haero, who couldn’t see the hidden hand, nor Yoon Moo-hwa, who didn’t know about Haero’s dream, were aware of this.

“Ah, I’m gonna, gonna cum. Ah. Ah!”

Yoon Moo-hwa was deeply saddened that Haero had learned the word ‘cum’ instead of ‘ejaculate.’ At the same time, he was relieved. It seemed that he hadn’t learned masturbation from that bastard Tan Shui.

He wanted to feed, dress, show, and teach Haero only good things. Even if it was a selfish choice, that was his way. Others wouldn’t act so carefully and meticulously towards Haero.

Yoon Moo-hwa pondered the words ‘spoils of war’ and ‘souvenir’ that Haero had proudly said when he was number 8.

“Hyung … hyuuung.” Haero looked at Yoon Moo-hwa with wet eyes as if asking for help.

Yoon Moo-hwa’s hand twitched. It was unintentional.

“No.” He shook his head firmly. “Do you want to hold on a little longer?”

Haero bit his lip and shook his head wildly. 

Yoon Moo-hwa looked at the time and thought it would be okay, so he allowed it. “Then squeeze your hand a little harder and shake it very quickly. Like your hand is your lips.”

Yoon Moo-hwa’s voice was slightly different from the very beginning. It sounded like more wind was mixed in. It was the sound of scraping the doorframe roughly.

Haero tilted his head to the side and stretched out his neck as if it were licking his nape.

And he followed his hyung’s words.

“Ah…!” The shrill voice was similar to that of puberty.

Yoon Moo-hwa’s gaze was so intense that it wouldn’t be strange if a hole was pierced in Haero’s face. He was watching him so persistently.

“Ah, hyung.” Before he knew it, Haero was calling Yoon Moo-hwa. Whether he was asking for help or looking at him with his eyes closed. 

Yoon Moo-hwa silently listened to Haero’s rusty voice.

“Hyung…! Ah, Yoon, Moo-hwa…!”

Finally, Haero stiffened his body and ejaculated.

Perhaps because he was still young, the amount of his second ejaculation was similar to the first. Still, being the second time, he seemed less tormented than with the first.

Haero panted deeply. The feeling of exhaustion was indescribable. Somehow, ejaculating twice felt much more strenuous than running around the parade ground.

“Haa, haa…”

Haero, catching his breath, slowly turned his head.

And there was only an empty chair.

As if no one had been there from the start, Haero was left alone in the room, the door firmly closed.

Still breathing heavily, Haero slowly raised his palm.

Looking at his palm, wet with the milky white fluid, Haero felt a premonition.

He was going to develop a bad habit. 

A very, very bad habit.