Chapter 58

Miguel stopped shouting. He paused, widening his innocent and guileless eyes to stare at the handsome face of the man pinning him down. When Caesar started to feel uncomfortable under his gaze, Miguel blinked and said with utmost sincerity, “Admit it, you’ve fallen for me.”

“…Bullshit.” The man rolled his eyes, exasperated by the other’s shamelessness. “Ever since you came aboard, I haven’t touched a woman. It’s normal to have a reaction. Speaking of which, you’re a real jinx. Every time we dock, something always happens that forces me to stay on the ship, just to make sure the crew doesn’t throw you overboard in a fit of rage…”

This was absolutely baseless slander!

“I’m well-liked, okay?!”

“Oh really? What about that kid named Berry?”

“I like you, and it just so happens he shamelessly likes you too. He’s jealous that I liked you first, and you also like me… Okay, fine, you don’t. I’m just crushing on you, alright? Quit glaring at me. Anyway, that’s the situation.” Miguel smirked, his expression full of disdain. “…And you think someone with his skinny arms and legs could throw me overboard? Joke’s on you, who’s throwing who—ow ow ow! What are you pinching me for? At least warn me first!”

“Your smug face is annoying.” With a cold smirk, Caesar lifted himself slightly, giving Miguel a bit of room to move. Then he casually dropped a bombshell. “Fine, I’ll let you pinch me back.”

As he spoke, he grabbed Miguel’s wrist with his free hand and pressed it against his own crotch—for a moment, Miguel sneered, wanting to mock Caesar for being as eager to show off his size as his brother Leoza. But just as the words were about to leave his mouth, he suddenly realized something was off…

And so, Miguel quickly shut his mouth, breaking out in a cold sweat.

That was close!

If he casually kissed someone, he’d get his mouth washed out with seawater in a pipe. If Big Dog found out he’d also touched Leoza down there, this shameless, perverted captain would probably chop his hands off!

Distracted by these thoughts, Miguel suddenly felt his chin being grabbed. He instinctively looked up—

“Have I ever told you,” Caesar’s calm voice came from above, “that I also hate it when people act like they have something to say but don’t—oh, and acting like you ‘dodged a bullet’ after hesitating is even worse.”

“…Asshole, stop copying how I talk!”

A vein popped on Miguel’s forehead, and his hand instinctively clenched—

Through the fabric of Caesar’s pants, Miguel grabbed something hot and hard.

Miguel: “…=__,=?”

Caesar frowned: “Be gentle.”

Miguel: “…Ahhh! It’s hard! It’s hard! o(≧口≦)o”

If he kept shouting like this, the whole ship would hear. Amused, Caesar grabbed the navigator’s pointed chin and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, “What’s wrong with you? Is today your first day being a man? In all your twenty-something years, didn’t you know the thing in your pants could get hard?”

“This is the first time I’ve gotten hard in someone else’s hand, and likewise, it’s the first time someone else has gotten hard in mine.” Miguel suddenly turned hostile, saying nastily, “Let me go now! Your dick is in my hand too, and if you don’t want anything to happen to it—”

Caesar: “…”

Miguel: “…”

Caesar: “Hmph.”

Miguel: “What are you hmphing about? Just let me—ahhh! No! Stop! Please—not there—it’s going to break! Stop playing around! Help—”

Even when he was so hard it felt like he might snap, he could still talk tough.

“Quite the scriptwriter, aren’t you?” The man sneered, moving his free hand to pull Miguel’s hand away from his crotch. With a look of impatience, he lifted himself up and swiftly pulled the belt from his waist. Grabbing both of Miguel’s wrists, he pulled them above his head, biting one end of the belt while using his other hand to wrap the belt around Miguel’s wrists. In less than thirty seconds, he had tied a very clever sailor’s knot.

This kind of knot was usually used to secure ropes. When the wind blew, the rope would be pulled by inertia, and as the force increased, the knot would tighten.

In other words, as Miguel howled and tried to break free from what looked like a simple bow knot, the more he struggled, the tighter the rope around his wrists became.

After three minutes, he gave up.

Caesar straddled his waist, leisurely lighting a tobacco roll. After taking a drag, he half-closed his eyes and glanced down at Miguel. “Move, why aren’t you moving?”

Miguel: “…”

Caesar: “Shout, aren’t you full of lines?”

Miguel: “…”

Caesar was utterly vile, even in bed. When his rough hands slid over Miguel’s firm chest, he smiled with satisfaction at the sharp intake of breath from the man beneath him. When his rough hands slid over Miguel’s flat stomach, he increased the pressure in response to the shivers he elicited. He held the tobacco roll in his mouth as if his own arousal didn’t matter, yet he could remain completely indifferent—

He roughly dragged the navigator beneath him, flipping him over.

His hand reached around to grasp Miguel’s trembling, weeping erection. His fingers moved skillfully along the shaft, not neglecting the sensitive tip. The captain’s long fingers enabled him to do this—

Before his tongue touched the tender new flesh on Miguel’s back, Miguel had never imagined that the pink, spiderweb-like markings could be so sensitive. The sound of liquid accompanied the licking, causing his breathing to grow heavier. The captain’s cabin finally fell silent again, save for the sound of their breathing.

When Caesar straightened up and left his back, he was pleased to hear a sigh of disappointment from the man beneath him. The corner of his lips curled into a smirk, but he increased the pressure in his hand. As the hardness in his hand began to tremble and heat up, a sign of nearing climax, the tormenting man slowed his movements. He leaned down slightly, his open shirt revealing his chest, which was almost pressed against Miguel’s. He was still sitting on Miguel—

“…What do you think, little slave?”

“I’ll sue you for workplace harassment!”

“Ah, I’m so scared. Guess I’ll stop then.”

As he spoke, his hand actually left the spot that was about to explode. Miguel was so angry he could’ve rolled his eyes—and he did, because he finally realized why Caesar had tied his hands—this pervert!

Miguel knew the man was much closer than anyone would imagine because of how he was speaking, so he turned his face and rubbed against Caesar’s cheek in a very pleading manner. “Captain, Captain…” he called softly, very seductively… or so he thought.

The man he was calling, however, burst out laughing, straightening up to avoid the clumsy rubbing.

“You’re getting sweat all over my face, trash. Your technique is terrible.”

Miguel froze, then blushed furiously. “Damn it, shouldn’t your line at this point be something gentle like ‘Call me Caesar in bed’ or something?!—Just jerk me off already! I’m about to explode! Asshole!”

Amidst the furious yelling, Miguel’s face was flicked hard. Before he could react, he felt his member being grasped by a broad hand again. This time, Caesar was generous. His handjob technique was truly masterful, his thumb always finding the perfect moment to attend to the most sensitive spot—

Miguel: “Ahhh—so good—Long live the Captain—”

“…Don’t shout ‘Long live the Captain’ at a time like this, you trash.”

With a firm grip, the hardness in his hand twitched violently, and in the next second, white liquid spurted from the tip—

“That’s a lot. You shot it all over my hand.” The captain calmly described. “My suggestion is that next time we dock, don’t run around. Stay quiet, and I’ll take you out for some fun.”

“Bullshit, who wants to hear you describe that stuff… And take me out for fun? You really think you’re raising a son—ow ow ow! What the hell is that?!”

“Stay still, I’m taking measurements.” Without mercy, the captain slapped Miguel’s buttock again, his voice sounding a bit muffled. Miguel struggled to look back and saw that the tobacco roll had somehow disappeared from Caesar’s mouth. Now, the captain was holding a fish bone between his teeth, his amber eyes narrowed slightly. One hand pressed on Miguel’s buttock, while the other held the wooden box of the compass high. He was silent, seemingly studying it intently—

Then Miguel’s buttock was slapped again—

“Ow! What the hell?!”

“I told you not to move, you trash! The compass is off!”

“Damn it! I didn’t move!”

“Whatever.” With a dark expression, the captain closed the wooden box and tossed it under the couch. He took the fish bone from his mouth and quickly poked seven or eight dots on Miguel’s pale buttock.

“Just marking the spots,” the captain said gravely. “Move again, and I’ll skin you.”

Miguel: “Why the hell are you in a bad mood all of a sudden?”

Caesar: “Shut up, trash.”