Chapter 45

To everyone’s surprise, the captain, who was squatting on the straw in the cell, was clearly in a bad mood, with his anti-mockery defenses fully activated. He sat there with a dark expression, not even bothering to spare a glance at his slave comrade—so Miguel, unwilling to be ignored, began to wander back and forth in front of Caesar, trying to make his presence known in various ways.

Finally, on what must have been his twentieth pass in front of Caesar, a strong hand suddenly grabbed his ankle. With a deft twist of the wrist, the still-skirted navigator was sent sprawling onto his back. In the next second, a heavy weight pressed down on him, and a tall, muscular body loomed over him.

Miguel: “…”

Caesar: “…”

Miguel, with his overactive imagination: …Is this, uh, the start of something? Ohhh, prison play, here we go!!—Wait, the positions seem reversed? Never mind… it’s fine, we can still do the riding style. Come on, come on, rip my clothes off with force, my underwear is loose, just pull it off…

Caesar, channeling Sherlock Holmes: The corner of his mouth is cut, tsk, definitely bitten by a dog, huh?

Sitting astride the man beneath him, Caesar reached out and pinched the chin of the eagerly anticipating navigator. Instead of being scared, Miguel pouted. The man’s temple twitched, and he couldn’t help but smack the back of Miguel’s head. As Miguel clutched his head in pain, Caesar looked down coldly and asked, “Where are the apples on your chest?”

Miguel: “…Ate them.”

Caesar: “You ate both by yourself?”

Miguel: “No, I shared them with Le—”

Suddenly realizing he’d been tricked, Miguel immediately shut his mouth, cursing inwardly. Sure enough, the man sitting on him looked even more displeased. He leaned down slightly, shifting his weight, and the nearly six-and-a-half-foot-tall man was solid as a rock. The weight almost made Miguel vomit his breakfast, but the other man didn’t seem to care about the person beneath him. He simply hummed and asked, “Le what?”

Miguel thought for a moment, quickly activating his skill of making up nonsense on the spot: “Ri, Rick. I left it with him as a memento before I got off the ship. I told him that if I didn’t make it back, he could take that apple out occasionally to remember me, so he’d at least recall that there was once an Easterner on his ship—”

“Shut up.”

The calm voice came from above, and Miguel was momentarily stunned. He looked up and met the eyes of Big Dog. Those amber eyes… ah, he was really angry this time, more so than ever before—someone who usually seemed too lazy to care suddenly getting angry was always especially terrifying. So Miguel shut up, obediently closing his mouth.

“What did you promise me?”

One hand planted beside the black-haired young man’s head, the captain asked expressionlessly, his tone icy.

Miguel thought for a moment, realizing that since his sense of integrity was cheap enough, he’d promised too many things, and he couldn’t remember the specific one at the moment. So he stayed silent, waiting for the man to give him a hint—mercifully, Caesar did give him a hint. The corner of his lips curled into a smile that was downright demonic, and he reached out, gently, chillingly, rubbing Miguel’s knee as he whispered, “If you don’t want your legs anymore, I can just break them.”

“But I didn’t run around!” Immediately connecting the punishment of “breaking the dog’s legs” with the warning of “don’t run around,” the navigator desperately defended himself, “Your ex just died, and I rushed out immediately—if I were running around, would I have had the chance to end up in jail with you right away? It would’ve taken a bit longer, wouldn’t it?… Okay, sure, the result is the same, but I really didn’t run around.”

“I saw you go to the terrace with Leoza with my own eyes. Are my eyes broken?”

“The terrace is close to the ballroom, does that count as running around?”

“Leoza.” The man pointed out the key point expressionlessly.

“He was the one who stuck to me, okay!” Miguel was on the verge of tears.

“And you were so enthusiastic about offering him an apple—an apple from my ship, no less. You’re quite the expert at using others’ flowers to offer to Buddha. Did you say thank you?”

“…”

Great, the apple, so the conversation had come full circle, right back to the original topic.

Damn it, a bloodbath caused by an apple… Speaking of which, you damn dog, do you have to be so stingy? Emphasizing that it was an apple from your ship, huh? Damn it, what’s wrong with giving your half-brother a bite of an apple? No wonder your beautiful mother had to surface from the sea in a hurry—

While still inwardly cursing, the weight on his body suddenly lessened. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, Miguel felt a large hand clamp around his slender neck, and in the next second, he was being lifted off the ground by his neck—

“Hey, you—”

Bang—

Smack—

Whoosh—

In the corner of the cell, a water pipe hidden behind a pile of straw was kicked open with a single, decisive kick. Although it was clearly an old, rusted pipe, the way Caesar had kicked it without hesitation was enough to leave Miguel stunned. Water sprayed out in a huge burst from the broken pipe, the loud sound of rushing water attracting the attention of several Spanish officers guarding the prison—

“Hey! Behave, you stinking pirate…”

Under Caesar’s warning gaze, the officers’ words caught in their throats. After a moment of stunned silence, they shouted a few half-hearted warnings to save face, quickly retreating to a safe distance from the cell bars before tremblingly drawing their guns, which hadn’t been used in who knows how many years, and shakily aiming them at Caesar—

However, the man didn’t even turn around, as if he couldn’t be bothered to spare them a single glance. With a strong arm, he effortlessly grabbed the other living creature in the cell—his personal slave, signed in black and white—and before the other could react, grabbed him by the hair and unceremoniously shoved his face into the spray of water from the broken pipe!

“What are you doing! I—ugh—cough, cough, cough—fuck, fuck, you—spit, ugh—cough, cough, cough, you damn dog! Ugh—”

What the hell did I do to deserve this, damn it! Miguel was sprayed with water, completely drenched, his nose, eyes, and mouth filled with salty seawater. He flailed his arms, instinctively trying to push the man off him, but to his surprise, even with all his strength, the man pressing down on him didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed Miguel’s arm and pinned it behind his back, then pressed his already soaking wet head further into the spray—

Miguel cursed while being sprayed with water, the result being that he swallowed a bellyful of seawater.

When the hand on his head finally let go, Miguel scrambled away from the insane man.

Caesar didn’t stop him. The man stood up, his own body now almost entirely drenched from the spray. Water droplets ran down his light brown hair, some slipping down his neck, others falling into the open collar of his shirt—

The collar, which had been neatly arranged earlier, was now completely disheveled.

The man didn’t seem to care. He frowned, irritably pulling the collar open even further, then walked over to where Miguel was sprawled on the floor and kicked him lightly.

Miguel: “…I’m no longer a fan of yours, you big pervert. Trying to win me over won’t work now, so just get lost.”

Caesar crouched down beside him, coldly lifting the black-haired young man and pinning him against the iron bars of the cell. He asked in a calm voice, “Besides your mouth, where else did he touch you?”

Miguel gave him a confused look, but in those calm amber eyes, the clever navigator immediately sensed something dangerous.

Seeing that the black-haired young man wasn’t answering, the man frowned. Without a word, he reached out and yanked up the now-soaked skirt, his hand unceremoniously reaching inside and grabbing Miguel’s… dick.

“…!!!!” Miguel’s soul nearly left his body in terror, and he screamed, “Don’t do anything crazy!”

Not far away, the broken pipe was still gushing water into the cell. There was a small rat hole in the corner of the cell, and the water flowed out through it—the floor was wet, but there was no standing water. Miguel’s hair was plastered to his face, his stomach uncomfortably bloated from all the seawater he’d swallowed, and worst of all, his dick was in someone else’s hand. Miguel was going insane; he felt like he’d never been this unlucky in his entire life!

The man seemed to ignore the navigator’s cries, holding the limp member in his hand. As Miguel remained silent, his fingers tightened, the rough palm mercilessly exploring the most sensitive and vulnerable part of the young man’s body—

Honestly, it was both painful and pleasurable, but under the overwhelming fear of “being turned into a eunuch,” the slight pleasure was completely overshadowed—from the look on Caesar’s face, Miguel knew that if he didn’t speak up soon, the man would absolutely destroy this precious, non-renewable resource of his… It wasn’t like teeth; once it was gone, it wasn’t growing back!

“No! No! Really, nothing!” Miguel’s mind was blank, and he repeated the words almost unconsciously, the pain of being squeezed making him want to cry, but he didn’t dare try to push the man off him—not that he could even if he tried.

Just as Miguel thought he might be done for today, Caesar let him go.

The man stepped back slightly, still crouching beside Miguel, his expression calm as if nothing had happened. He glanced at the thoroughly tormented black-haired young man and said coolly, “This time, since it was just your mouth, I’ll disinfect it for you. Next time, if he touches you anywhere else, you’re on your own.”