GB 89

Haero was connected to Yoon Moo-hwa, bent over with his knees on the floor and his upper body on the bed.

The captain’s room was so large it even had a sofa, and shortly after, he found himself crumpled on a single-seater sofa, watching Yoon Moo-hwa’s dick penetrate him from above. When he climaxed, his own semen spilled onto his face.

After falling asleep briefly, he woke up to find himself being rocked while embraced on top of Yoon Moo-hwa.

Finally, they were embracing face to face. Yoon Moo-hwa was comforting him. The gentle words telling him not to cry made him cry even more. Yoon Moo-hwa’s dick, which asked if they should stop his crying, showed no signs of stopping.

No, it wasn’t a dick, it was a cock. A primal name fitting for that which mercilessly stirred his insides. Cock, dick, Haero was now more familiar with these words than penis. As he was being rocked, he thought the surroundings seemed bright, and realized the early sun was rising.

When he last closed and opened his eyes, he was being carried to the shower in Yoon Moo-hwa’s arms.

“…It’s still inside, right?” Haero was startled by his own voice as he asked. It was hoarse to a miserable degree.

“Yes. I’ll take it out when we get there.”

“Take what out?”

“I came inside at the end. Sorry.”

Haero, utterly exhausted, fell asleep with his cheek resting on Yoon Moo-hwa’s shoulder.

Yoon Moo-hwa held the sleeping Haero upright and observed his own semen flowing out of him. There were even embarrassing squelching sounds. If Haero had been awake, he might have cried from embarrassment. Yoon Moo-hwa wiped what was flowing between Haero’s legs with his fingertips, then stood up and kissed Haero’s entire body. After cleaning him up, he inserted himself once more into Haero’s soft inside.

He felt a little sorry for Haero. But while he had a conscience, he had no shame, so Yoon Moo-hwa kept kissing the sleeping Haero as he moved slowly.

After the shower, Yoon Moo-hwa clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, holding a couple of unused condoms due to lack of time. He pulled the exhausted and collapsed Haero into his arms and deeply enjoyed the very short remaining sleep time.

* * *

The bell rang and an announcement that it was 15 minutes before wake-up time flowed out. Haero woke up reflexively, but only his mind was awake; his body refused to move as if it had been thoroughly beaten.

“Urrrgh…”

Haero made a strange sound as he tossed and turned. If he moved his body carelessly to stretch, it felt like he would get severe cramps.

“I need to get up… I need to get up…” While muttering to comfort himself, Haero lay face down and covered his ears with both ends of the pillow.

His head was buzzing. It was incomparable to a hangover.

It certainly hadn’t hurt and had only felt good, there were moments when it felt like he might die, but overall it had been too good to know the aftereffects would be this severe. It was clearly an act that couldn’t be done easily unless you really liked the other person.

But if asked if he regretted it, not at all. Haero’s groans of pain gradually turned into giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

It was Yoon Moo-hwa’s voice.

His voice was also a bit hoarse and cracked.

Last night, Haero had heard so many voices from Yoon Moo-hwa that he had never heard before. When he moaned, it felt so good it was like his heart was melting. No matter how difficult it felt, like he might die, it made him wrap his legs around Yoon Moo-hwa’s waist again.

Haero turned his head to the side, his face half-buried in the pillow, and grinned. “I’m not laughing because it’s funny, but because I’m happy.”

His voice was a mess and his eyes wouldn’t open properly. But he felt good. Haero mumbled, “Good morning, Captain.”

“Yes. Good morning to you too, Lieutenant.” Yoon Moo-hwa returned the greeting freshly.

The tattoo on Haero’s shoulder blade was red and swollen as if it had just been needled. It was because it had been sucked on so persistently. Yoon Moo-hwa gently stroked the area with his fingertips, pretending nothing had happened, then suddenly got up.

“Should I excuse you from the land assembly?” Yoon Moo-hwa asked as he put on his activity uniform. 

Haero’s eyes quickly scanned over the firm muscles. His body was a mess with nail marks Haero had left and red marks from grabbing, biting, and nibbling. Quite splendidly.

“I washed you while you were sleeping.”

“No. I’m going to get up. I should get up.” Haero muttered as he raised his body.

His waist was one thing, but between his legs was incredibly sore. It was from being spread open for so long. Haero stood up awkwardly, not daring to bend his waist, and looked at Yoon Moo-hwa with a dazed expression.

“Can you pick up my clothes for me?”

Yoon Moo-hwa burst out laughing at Haero’s tearful face.

Yoon Moo-hwa helped Haero put on his activity uniform. In between, he quickly stretched Haero’s body, his skill remarkable.

“Where did you learn to do this?”

When Haero expressed admiration, Yoon Moo-hwa asked back in a surprised voice, “Don’t you remember when I used to help you with cramps during your growth spurt?”

“Ah…”

“I’m disappointed… So this is why they say there’s no reward in raising a child.”

To Yoon Moo-hwa’s exaggerated whining, Haero retorted cheekily, “What do you mean no reward? After reaping so much reward just hours ago.”

But Yoon Moo-hwa was one step ahead, “Just from that? We’re far from done. I’ll go out first. If it’s too…”

Yoon Moo-hwa, who was about to say ‘don’t come out if it’s too hard,’ closed his mouth, paused for a moment, then gently ordered, “You can manage, right? Then come out.”

Don’t come out if it’s too hard, don’t do it if it seems too dangerous, quit if you don’t like it. After hearing only indifferent words mixed with consideration and cruelty, hearing an order as an equal for the first time made Haero feel as if his body, which seemed impossible to move, suddenly became lighter.

Watching Haero nod with sparkling eyes, Yoon Moo-hwa smiled faintly. He wondered why it was so hard to say these words when what Haero wanted was so clear, even though he knew it.

When Yoon Moo-hwa first went out to the deck for morning exercises, where crew members lightly warmed up every morning, Haero also dressed as quickly as possible. When he rushed out, all crew members were already in position.

After standing in his place and finishing the roll call, morning exercises began in the southern hemisphere’s winter wind.

Haero struggled through even the simplest movements, as if glass shards were embedded in every muscle fiber. Fortunately, by the end of the exercise, Haero’s young and soft body had loosened up considerably. The effect of Yoon Moo-hwa’s gentle touches while dressing him must have helped too.

With a much lighter body, Haero headed to the officers’ dining hall. As he entered, he encountered Lieutenant Soeunpa, who had finished separate training.

Haero, unsure of how to interact with him, hesitated and stepped aside. 

Soeunpa paused briefly, muttered a very quiet “Thank you,” and passed by Haero.

Unaware that Soeunpa’s gaze was directed at his nape, Haero fidgeted with his uniform collar before entering.

After getting his meal and sitting down, the operations officer gave a brief briefing, “We’ve decided to return to Shell Beach and depart with the merchant ships. It’s been determined that departing together is safer given the current sea conditions, rather than rendezvousing mid-journey.”

“Oh my. The festival will be over by the time we get back.” A few officers mumbled.

“Would they have properly held the festival? They probably issued an evacuation order.” Chuckling laughter followed.

It had become such a routine that even holding a simple festival in daily life had become quite difficult.

Haero ate his breakfast, recalling the colorful light bulbs he had seen with Yoon Moo-hwa at the port and the salty french fries that had made his fingers wrinkly. The breakfast was as salty as those fries.

Whatever conversations were happening around him, Haero felt as if he was floating on clouds and couldn’t hear clearly. He ate absent-mindedly, sometimes scraping his tray.

“…right?”

He missed words addressed to him.

“Medical Officer! Lieutenant!”

Haero startled back to awareness at the loud voice of the medical chief calling him.

“I think we should stock up on compressed hemostatic cotton. We’ve used more than initially calculated.”

“Ah, yes. That would be good. I’ll submit a report.” Haero mumbled, trying to pretend to eat again, then sighed upon seeing his now empty tray. 

The medical chief tilted his head, noticing something languid and sensual about that sigh.

* * *

Haero hesitated for a moment in front of the captain’s office. Yesterday, he had barged into the private quarters without permission, but now, just a day later, he felt awkward and cautious.

It might be due to the lingering aches in his body. These kept reminding him of what had happened between him and Yoon Moo-hwa just hours ago.

As Haero was pondering, he heard voices chattering from the end of the corridor and hastily knocked on the door.

“Captain, I—” Before he could finish speaking, the door opened, and his wrist was grabbed, pulling him inside.