Boy Monster Chapter 79

“The handsomest in the land!”

“The handsomest in the land!”

“The handsomest in the land!”

“Loyalty to First Lieutenant Hiroshi!”

“Loyalty to First Lieutenant Hiroshi!”

“Loyalty to First Lieutenant Hiroshi!”

The laid-flat blade sliced deftly through the air. The bare-chested man’s outstretched waist was surrounded by tightly woven muscles. Scars from battles and missions were etched here and there on his unrefined, wild naked body. What’s more, fresh marks of lovemaking were vivid on his back and side. The man, revealing an upper body that exuded an erotic vigor, swung the long blade and shifted his combat-booted feet.

“Good. Next, sing the second verse.”

First Lieutenant Hiroshi slowly circled the men who were in a push-up position, dishing out punishment. A long smile stretched across his tanned face.

“I will never let this useless cock get hard again!”

“I will never let this useless cock get hard again!”

The men, bound by ropes and with the tops of their heads pressed to the ground as they received their punishment, were completely naked. First Lieutenant Hiroshi muttered in a languid voice, “No sincerity, no sincerity…” and extended his blade. As the tip of the sword, which had lightly scraped up their naked bodies, sharply poked the philtrum, they trembled in fear. First Lieutenant Hiroshi shook his head and said.

“This won’t do. Again, commence sterilization for five minutes—!”

The men, who had quickly paired up and entangled themselves in a 69 position, did not hide their disgusted expressions as they sucked each other’s genitals. The soldiers gathered here and there in the training ground burst into loud laughter.

First Lieutenant Hiroshi, who had leaned his longsword against the horizontal bar, picked up a slingshot. Holding the slingshot made from a tree branch, First Lieutenant Hiroshi approached the men and placed a large stone between the rubber bands. Every time a stone, flying with terrifying force, hit their testicles and foreheads, the men’s eyes rolled back in pain. However, even as they foamed at the mouth, they shouted the slogans as they had been taught.

“Bullseye—! First Lieutenant Hiroshi, 10 out of 10!”

“Bullseye—! First Lieutenant Hiroshi, 10 out of 10!”

A second-rank Hwelju serving in the Sashimcheon unit led by First Lieutenant Hiroshi also watched the scene from among the soldiers. Family Head Jang Hwonwoo, who received the undivided affection of the Yeonris, transformed into something like a wild wolf once he left the Sashimcheon mansion. This appearance suited him much better than the pretentious demeanor he put on at the mansion. No matter how much of a psycho he acted or how broken he became, he had a fierce side that prevented other soldiers from treating him carelessly.

“You all boldly targeted the wives and daughters who had offered their husbands and fathers to His Majesty the Emperor’s army, right next to our barracks, raping them, dismembering them, and stealing their money and belongings. I will spare only the one with the biggest balls. The one who best consumes the waste products of life and the byproducts of agony will live. Hey, anyone need to piss?”

“Here!”

Hands shot up everywhere. Hiroshi picked four men and sent them before the kneeling criminals. The soldiers cheered with snickers. First Lieutenant Hiroshi often provided such spectacular shows. Hiroshi, resting his chin on the horizontal bar, swayed his long sword languidly and gave an order.

“Say ah—, get ready, and fire…!”

Watching the scene of a shower of urine pouring into the criminals’ open mouths and faces, First Lieutenant Hiroshi put a cigarette to his lips. His eyes were expressionless as he smiled and exhaled smoke.

Meanwhile, the garrison commander, hearing that the officers were gathered in the training ground for a break, came out of his office. When he arrived at the entrance of the training ground, the female employees from the barracks were gathered in a noisy crowd. Listening to the conversation of the women who were blocked by the soldiers and couldn’t get inside, it seemed they had flocked to see the half-naked First Lieutenant Hiroshi, who had thrown off his shirt in the heat.

“Hiroshi, my goodness! He’s incorrigible, that crazy bastard. What a weirdo. Hey, First Lieutenant Hiroshi!”

“Sir.”

“Go easy on the youthful bravado. How long are you going to keep up with this childish behavior. We have things to discuss about the experiment, so come with me.”

First Lieutenant Hiroshi, who had saluted crisply, put on his uniform and left the training ground. As he followed the commander, he gave an order to his subordinate with a nod of his head. The soldier who received the order shot the four naked men in the head, one by one. They were men who were to be executed according to the trial’s verdict from the beginning.

The commander felt a chill down his spine every time his youngest daughter, who didn’t know that First Lieutenant Hiroshi was this kind of madman, clamored to meet him. It was the umpteenth time he had shouted his vehement opposition, yelling at her not to fall for just his body and face.

Hiroshi was a perfectionist who thoroughly carried out his duties as an imperial subject and a Japanese citizen, but at times he showed an extremely chilling sadism. The violence inherent in him was conceived from the harsh heartlessness and solitude he had experienced in his childhood, but there was no way the commander would know that. Nor did he need to.

If he hadn’t become a soldier of the Greater Japanese Empire, he might have lived like a homicidal maniac behind the silver screen. He was a man who possessed that much of a dangerous and unstable maelstrom.

However, one fortunate fact was that his inner self never crossed the line to the point of complete collapse. Even if the reins in his head loosened and his self-control wavered, there was an inertia that quickly brought him back to his place.

The inertia that held his reins tight must be a very precious person.

A person like a teacher and a light, who resides deep in his subconscious and pulls him back from the danger of destruction and collapse.

It was a fortunate thing. That Hiroshi directed his maelstrom not elsewhere, but poured it into the cause of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. The commander sat down with his competent subordinate and began the meeting.

“Let’s discuss the security personnel for the Military Minister and the deployment plan for the Hweljus within the palace on the day of the experiment. I’d like to hear your opinion as the family head first.”

“Yes, first, the reason for dividing the Ji Hweljus into three platoons from Donhwamun to Injeongjeon is….”

Jang Hwonwoo, who came out after the long meeting, ruffled his hair without realizing it.

“Hoo-ah—!!!”

Ah— honestly, this is tough! Dammit, this is hard! Playing the spy, brown-nosing the commander, wracking my brain to report on operations, playing the part of the family head, and even preparing for the independence operation, I’m going to die young at this rate!

It was a good thing he relieved his stress with the death row inmates earlier. He also needed to make a commotion in the barracks for other reasons. He had been away for a while to get a coffin and hide it near Changdeokgung Palace in advance, and the incident just now would serve as a partial alibi. He could just say he was inspecting a crime scene.

“Aigoo! You’re working so hard, First Lieutenant Hiroshi!”

Screaming at the top of his lungs out the window felt like it cleared his head. Well, it’s manageable! Looking at the cluster of building roofs under the bright summer sun, he felt good for no reason.

He was even happy despite having injured his legs here and there from falling while moving the coffin alone. What is this feeling? This sensation. This sense of fulfillment, of moving forward even though my mind and body are weary and struggling.

Jang Hwonwoo gazed blankly at the cicada-buzzing city of Gyeongseong, steeped in an inexplicable happiness. A fellow first lieutenant approached the window and spoke to him in a cheerful voice.

“I saw earlier that your back was covered in red handprints. You must be fucking so hard the bed breaks. What kind of woman is she?”

“Well… I consider my private life to be very important. Keeping scandalous stories secret is my creed and my preference.”

“Who is this lover you cherish so much that you’re hiding her so completely!”

“Lover… a lover…”

Seeing Jang Hwonwoo trail off, the fellow first lieutenant asked.

“Just a sex partner? A gisaeng?”

“You don’t have to go to the entertainment district just to have sex, do you? You can do that anywhere, hard enough to break the bed.”

Ah, she must be some great rich family’s daughter he’s secretly having an affair with. To his colleague who had jumped to that conclusion, Hiroshi said something unexpected.

“I’ve been courting her for years, but she won’t acknowledge me as her lover.”

“……Wha-what did you say?”

“I wonder when we can become an official couple. It’s not easy to win a peerless beauty.”

The colleague, who had been stuttering for a while, finally spoke.

“Cou-courting for years? You? You’re courting her and she’s not accepting? Why on earth?”

“Her pride is as high as the peak of Mount Fuji. I guess I’m still not up to her standards. She said she’d think about it.”

“No way. Hiroshi being rejected in courtship! Being bewitched by unrequited love!”

“Ah—! She’s a difficult opponent.”

“Don’t tell me you offered her money too? Don’t tell me you bought her valuables?”

“Is it just valuables? I’m pouring in my time, my body, and my efforts, but she won’t grant me the status of a lover.”

“And she still plays hard to get! Is she just going to fuck you and dump you?”

“Haha! Is that so. I wonder if she’ll dump me when my usefulness runs out.”

Hiroshi, who had laughed heartily at the silly words, rubbed the back of his neck. His face, lost in thought as he recalled the woman, was that of a boy hopelessly in love.

He’s completely crazy. Utterly blind. His colleague laughed in amazement.

Anyway, what kind of woman must she be to make this scary, psycho bastard pine for her? She must have a charm that rivals his, right? And how incredible must she be in bed for him to be so smitten?

“She must be something else to handle you. Both in mind and in her lower hole.”

“She’s not ordinary. She’s a much higher person than me. In a sense.”

Yeah, of course she is. A weirdo is still a weirdo even when in love. Good grief. His colleague smiled broadly and lit a cigarette.

“So, what’s this unrequited love of First Lieutenant Hiroshi’s, the one you’re so passionately courting, doing at this hour? Reading romance novels, scandalous tales, or love poems? Women like that stuff, don’t they? Or is she getting dolled up in advance for the night’s activities?”

“Well, love poems…? I don’t think she would read them even if the world split in two…?”

Jang Hwonwoo let out a chuckle. If Jae Eunho had read even a single page of a love poem or a romance novel, he wouldn’t have written his love letters so terribly. Even the love letter he had thrown through the crack in the door on the day they were trapped in the warehouse, telling him to use it as a reference for how to write, had been unbearable. The sharp, erudite, and immensely powerful psychic, Jae Eunho-seonsaengnim, was a complete dud when it came to romance.

“Probably meditating or….”

It’s past the time he would have finished communing, so is he listening to the radio? Is he frowning at the bitter taste while drinking coffee with a book open? If he’s reading, he’s probably reading a position paper on war trends or an original text in the field of life sciences.

Recalling Jae Eunho’s small head, his hair like black waves, and the peaceful scenery of the room where the altar was located, Jang Hwonwoo finished his words in a voice full of conviction.

“He is probably having tea time and reading. My unrequited love is such an elegant and dignified intellectual, you see.”

:･⚜️⊹.️

Jae Eunho placed the tip of a knife to the child’s neck. The Manshin’s face, powdered white, turned even paler. The Manshin finally trembled and fell to her knees.

“You… you…! You’re doing something that will bring down heavenly punishment! Baby, come here! Come to mommy!”

The child had already been knocked unconscious. Jae Eunho looked down at the Manshin without a change in expression and pressed the blade harder. A single stream of fresh blood trickled down the child’s white skin.

“No! No!!! You bastard, do you want to die with your limbs twisted! You….”

“Shaman-nim. I have come to kidnap you now. Have you still not decided what attitude you should show me?”

The Manshin immediately pressed her forehead to the ground. Her whole body trembled with her boiling breath. The ruthless killing intent emanating from Jae Eunho’s low voice was not a feigned lie. With his white, slender wrist, Jae Eunho was about to stab the neck of the Manshin’s late-born only son. He sent down a final warning in a toneless voice.

“Follow me quietly. If you don’t want to cross over to the afterlife after seeing your only son’s head fly off.”