MBD | Chapter 6

After a thorough cleaning, the pigsty of a latrine had finally transformed into a place where a human being could at least take care of their business.

Of course, this wasn’t the end of it.

Those big-headed wannabe soldiers must’ve never been taught how to use a toilet properly because, in just a day or two, the area around the toilet would be covered in all sorts of unidentifiable filth.

So Everhart took drastic measures. For those who couldn’t manage their own junk…

“AAAHH! What the hell?! Which crazy bastard sprays water on someone while they’re taking a piss? You wanna die?!”

“It’s me, you little shit.”

“H-Huh? E-Everhart sunbae-nim!”

“You gonna flush that or what? Try leaving it again, and I’ll break something real important.”

“N-No, I—! N-Never mind! Just… p-please don’t look! This is embarrassing!”

“The hell, can’t you piss properly?”

“S-Sorry, sir!”

The junior cadet, still covering himself, hastily pulled up his buckle and tried to escape.

“Wash your damn hands, you little shit!!”

“Yes, sir!!”

Even though this world had a fantasy element, its 20th-century setting made it painfully clear to modern-man Everhart that their hygiene standards were absolute trash.

And so, Everhart delivered a lesson to the juniors and made excuses about a burst hose to rain down water bombs on the seniors. Some of them weren’t too happy about it.

“U-Uh, spraying water at a senior is a bit much, don’t you think…?”

“Oh?”

Holding the hose, Everhart deliberately tilted his chin up, looking down at the senior with a smug expression.

The guy was a senior, sure, but he wasn’t a noble.

Having the authority to drench both juniors and seniors equally? He had to admit—it was a little fun.

Besides, ranks that would disappear in ten years anyway? If he didn’t enjoy it now, when else would he?

“Uh, never mind! I’ll, uh… be more careful next time.”

The senior quickly backed off and fled. The noble seniors were even easier to deal with.

After all, Everhart himself was a noble born from the prestigious Baekdu bloodline. Handling nobles? He could do that blindfolded.

“Seeeeeeeriously now! A noble like yourself wouldn’t leave a mess in the toilet, riiiiight? Right? Of course not, right?”

“Ahem! Everhart! Stop saying weird things!”

For the more difficult ones, a little jab at their pride did the trick. After a few days of this, the bathroom became spotless.

Sure, some cadets started showing signs of PTSD whenever they even looked at the latrine, but hey, that wasn’t Everhart’s problem.

Just as he was basking in the peace of a nearly spotless restroom, the door opened, and in walked the last person he wanted to run into.

Karl Heinrich.

Everhart instinctively stepped aside, but his gaze, almost unconsciously, followed Karl Heinrich.

Not that he had any particular hobby of checking out other men’s junk, but, well… that was a man’s pride, wasn’t it? A guy’s dignity. So it wasn’t weird to take a quick look.

Besides, the original novel never mentioned Karl Heinrich’s size.

‘With that huge frame, what if he actually has, like, just one tiny ball or something…? What if he’s actually small?’

Everhart pretended to keep cleaning as he slowly inched closer.

Then, he took a quick glance—and immediately dropped his mop in shock.

‘Holy shit.’

It was massive.

Karl Heinrich was an absolute monster.

As much as it hurt his pride to admit it, there was no other word for it. It was just big.

Everhart wasn’t exactly small himself. His physique was naturally closer to a Western build, so it made sense.

But after seeing Karl Heinrich’s… Everhart’s perspective shifted.

‘He’s got a beast like that and he’s never been married?’

He scoured his memory for any mention of Karl Heinrich Stein’s marriage in the original novel, but there was nothing.

Since the story focused on war, details about the villain’s marital status weren’t really important.

Still, they could’ve at least mentioned it in passing.

‘Wait… no way… is he into guys?’

In the original novel, Everhart had no interest in men.

But for soldier Kang Woojin, things were a little different.

The only reason Kang Woojin had ended up at the military academy he’d agonized over for so long was because the senior he liked had joined first.

They had dated for about a year before breaking up. His sunbae had decided that the military just wasn’t for him and dropped out, while Woojin, unexpectedly suited for military life, ended up staying.

‘If there’s even a chance… should I just seduce him using beauty tactics? …Damn, I really must have a death wish. What the hell am I even thinking?’

Just because the novel never mentioned it didn’t mean Karl Heinrich was into men. For all he knew, maybe the guy had some kind of… functionality issues.

Trying to seduce Karl Heinrich was a crazy idea, even by his own standards.

Still, if he did manage to bed that face and that monster… well, it’d definitely feel like a conquest in a whole different sense.

Of course, that was assuming he could just ignore whatever happened after.

“So the rumors were true?”

Karl Heinrich fastened his buckle and moved to the sink to wash his hands.

Huh. Guess he was one of the rare ones who actually had a sense of hygiene.

“What rumors?”

“You don’t know?”

“I just asked you what rumors you’re talking about.”

“That Everhart has a thing for men and goes around staring at people’s dicks.”

“Which motherf—” Everhart barely swallowed down a curse.

“No. That’s not it.”

It was obvious that some assholes—probably the ones who didn’t like his whole bathroom patrol—had spread the rumors out of spite.

‘Are they out of their damn minds?’

Technically speaking, in Eisenwald, the legal adult age was seventeen, meaning Everhart, Karl Heinrich, and all the other officer cadets were legally adults.

But in Everhart’s eyes, they were still just a bunch of soft, fuzzy little baby mushrooms. If someone actually got turned on by that, that would be the real perversion.

“You sure about that? You were staring at mine pretty hard.”

…Had he been too obvious?

Startled, Everhart’s face flushed red, and he quickly turned his head away.

“I was just checking to see if you were using the toilet properly.”

“……”

“I swear.”

Determined to clear himself of suspicion, Everhart forced himself to meet Karl Heinrich’s gaze directly. But the guy showed absolutely zero reaction. His expression remained as unreadable as ever.

‘A little something would be nice, damn it.’

“There are some idiots scheming weird things,” Karl Heinrich finally said. “You should be careful.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean—”

Before Everhart could finish his question, Karl Heinrich had already shut the door behind him and left. By the time Everhart regained his senses and rushed out of the restroom, the guy was already long gone.

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Everhart understood exactly what Karl Heinrich had meant by “Be careful” a week later.

“Hey, Everhart. I heard you’ve been feeling lonely lately. That true?”

“I heard you’re a pervert.”

“I got hard every time you stared at me in the restroom.”

Fucking bastard. So that’s why this guy always showed up to piss whenever Everhart was there.

Everhart sighed internally.

Among the guys trying to mess with him was Wolfgang von Kastelov—the second son of the Kastelov family, one of the Five Great Noble Houses, just like the Friedrich family.

That was probably the only reason these guys were so confident. Otherwise, no one in their right mind would dare lay a hand on a noble from one of the Five Great Houses.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Everhart stuffed his hands into his pockets and glared at Wolfgang. The problem was, thanks to his delicate features and relatively small frame, he didn’t exactly come off as threatening.

Wolfgang smirked and casually placed a hand on Everhart’s shoulder.

“C’mon, don’t be like that! Just be honest with me, yeah? It’s not like there’s a problem with two guys doing it.”

Smack.

Everhart roughly slapped Wolfgang’s hand away.

Lock a bunch of young men full of pent-up hormones in one place for three years without any dating opportunities? This kind of bullshit was bound to happen.

Especially in this absolute shitshow of a world.

Wolfgang licked his lips and rubbed his hand where he’d been hit. Meanwhile, his group surrounded Everhart, slowly closing in.

Everhart glanced around at the bastards encircling him, then suddenly chuckled.

Loosening the top two buttons of his stiff uniform, he exposed a glimpse of his smooth, pale skin and lean muscle.

A few guys whistled, their eyes gleaming with open hunger.

Everhart licked his lips slightly and smirked.

Wolfgang took it as a signal.

He stepped closer—just within arm’s reach.

Now that he was up close, Wolfgang’s appetite grew.

Everhart’s faint double eyelids, the way his sharp eyes curved downward in a lazy, seductive slope, the way his delicate eyelashes fluttered as he blinked—until finally, those clear blue eyes met his.

The expression in them was sharp, almost teasing.

Wolfgang swallowed hard.

Finally, those soft, pink lips parted.

“What’s this? You actually wanted to do it with me?”

“Fuck. Of course, I did.”

Wolfgang cursed, clearly aroused. What a fucking lunatic.

Everhart was nothing but disgusted and pissed off. He had overlooked one crucial thing—something even separate from Kang Woojin’s influence.

Everhart’s reputation in the military academy was already well-known.

Specifically, his sexual reputation.

These bastards had been whispering and joking amongst themselves—getting drunk in secret and saying shit like, “If he weren’t from the Friedrich family, we would’ve fucked him ages ago.”

And now that Wolfgang had joined in, they thought they had an actual chance.

“So, just once, let me—”

WHAM—!

“AAGGGHH! MY DICK! KRRRGHHH—!!”