Education
Kalaha gave Euntae a tour of the mansion’s interior while holding him in his arms. The mansion, even larger than Euntae’s family home, consisted of three floors in total. When they entered the first-floor living room, a robot greeted them.
[It’s been a while. Welcome back, Master.]
[Hello, Dar. Have you been taking good care of the house?]
The robot called Dar was only half Kalaha’s size, with an appearance that looked like something out of a classic sci-fi movie. Above its round cylindrical body was a hemispherical face, and within the face was a screen displaying its expressions.
As Euntae stared blankly at the robot, Kalaha deliberately lifted his arms holding Euntae higher.
“This is our new family member. His name is Ha Euntae. From now on, we’ll be speaking Korean at home.”
“Yes, understood. Hello, Euntae-nim.”
“……”
Euntae pressed his lips tightly shut. He wasn’t in the mood to exchange pleasant greetings. His heart was filled only with the desire to escape this house—there was no way he’d tell a robot to please take care of him from now on.
“What are you doing? Dar is waiting. You should greet him quickly.”
Dar widened its eyes and looked up at Euntae. Its face, made of simple lines, looked exactly like an emoticon.
“( ㅇ_ㅇ )”
“……”
As he stubbornly kept his mouth shut, he could feel sharp gazes stabbing into his cheeks. Euntae glanced toward Kalaha, then seeing his ice-cold eyes, became thoroughly frightened.
“…Hello.”
In the end, Euntae reluctantly gave a greeting. Dar’s facial screen changed to a smiling expression.
“( ◠ _ ◠ )”
“Good. You’re a good child when you’re polite. Now we’ll go up to the second floor.”
“Yes. Please call me if you need anything.”
With Dar seeing them off, Euntae and Kalaha climbed the stairs to the second floor. The first place Kalaha headed was in front of a white door in the center.
“Ta-da! This is the baby room. I’ve been decorating it bit by bit since the war on Earth. Are you excited?”
“……”
“I guess the punishment from earlier wasn’t enough? I knew Earthlings were stupid, but was it this bad?”
Kalaha’s excited voice dropped about half a note. Euntae remembered being severely punished just moments ago for not answering, and hastily squeezed out his voice.
“I-I’ll answer properly….”
“I wonder if I should believe this or not.”
Gulp. Euntae swallowed his dry saliva. Seeing his obviously tense appearance, Kalaha shook Euntae up and down.
“Alright, alright. I shouldn’t get angry on such a good day. Now, baby, open the door.”
“Yes….”
Click. The doorknob turned. Inside the well-lit room, pale yellow wallpaper was applied, and it was decorated overall with cute little accessories. However, what undoubtedly caught Euntae’s eye was the bed placed in the center.
A baby crib with wooden frames blocking all four sides. There was even a mobile hanging above it.
“How is it? Do you like it?”
His teeth ground together. Even looking at this mess of a room, he asks such a question? Euntae barely managed to answer while suppressing his surging anger.
“…No.”
“You don’t like it? I had everything custom-made for the baby. Look at this. The bed was made to fit your size too.”
Kalaha adjusted his hold on Euntae and strode into the room. The bed seen up close was truly large. Large enough for Kalaha and Euntae to lie down together.
“Looks soft, doesn’t it? Want to try lying down?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Oh, come on. So picky.”
Kalaha tapped the ceiling mobile with a disappointed face. The objects clinked against each other, making a clear sound. Euntae was starting to want to get down from Kalaha’s arms. As he squirmed, showing his discomfort, Kalaha asked with a puzzled expression.
“Hm? What’s wrong. Is something uncomfortable?”
“I want to get down.”
“Okay. Look around the room a bit. Then let’s wash up and change clothes.”
As soon as his feet touched the floor, Euntae hurriedly moved away from Kalaha. After pressing down and arranging the rolled-up hem of his pajamas, a sticky feeling washed over him. His legs were sticky due to the various bodily fluids he’d leaked on the spaceship earlier.
“I want to wash up… now.”
“Want to? Come here.”
He shuffled after Kalaha. Past the powder room attached to the bedroom, they reached the bathroom.
“Take off your clothes. I’ll wash you.”
“…I can wash myself.”
“Hmm? The bathroom works differently than on Earth.”
“If you tell me, I can do it myself. I want to do it alone.”
Euntae stood pressed against the bathroom doorway, glaring at Kalaha. He looked full of wariness. At the sight of him like a poisonous baby animal, Kalaha shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, fine. If you press here, water comes out, and you apply this to your body to wash. And….”
Euntae listened to the explanation while frozen stiff. Only after Kalaha had kindly explained even how to use the toilet did he turn and leave the bathroom.
Click.
As soon as the door closed, Euntae hurried to try to lock the bathroom door. However, no matter how much he pressed various parts of the peculiar animal-shaped doorknob, it wouldn’t lock.
“Ah, why won’t it….”
Nothing was going his way. Euntae frantically moved his hands, hitting the doorknob repeatedly, then gave up and let both arms drop limply. His legs, barely standing on the floor, staggered and collapsed downward. Euntae leaned against the bathroom wall, covered his face with both hands, and trembled with anxiety.
It was hopeless. Overnight, he’d been kidnapped from his homeland and become an alien’s prisoner. It was a reality he didn’t want to believe.
‘I need to get out of here as soon as possible. Kalaha is crazy. He’s not normal.’
There probably wasn’t a single insane species anywhere in the world that kept humans as pets and treated them like babies. Moreover, what on earth was that reproductive organ attached below? It was such a sensitive organ that even the slightest touch with his hand made him jump.
Euntae lifted the hem of his pajamas to check between his legs once more.
“Fuck….”
No matter how much he rubbed his eyes and looked, what had formed below his cock was definitely a pussy. He’d desperately hoped it was a dream, but the reality was only cruel. Euntae chewed on his curses and slowly stood up. He shouldn’t be doing this—he needed to find an escape route.
‘A window. Where’s a window?’
The bathroom, larger than most rooms, didn’t have a window anywhere. Euntae searched through the bathroom thoroughly with an anxious expression.
“Huh?”
That’s when he noticed the ceiling directly above the shower booth. As if it had been newly remodeled, only one corner spot among the ceiling tiles was subtly different in color. Euntae’s eyes sparkled.
***
“Baby, you didn’t drown, did you? I’m picking out clothes—do you like light green? Or pink?”
Kalaha approached the bathroom, passing through the hallway. In each hand he held an outfit—the final candidates remaining after much deliberation. Both seemed like they would suit Euntae, making it difficult to choose. In the end, Kalaha decided to let Euntae make the choice and opened the bathroom door wide.
“……”
“What are you looking at?”
Euntae, who had been wiping the water from his hair with a towel, hurriedly covered his lower body. His naked body, fresh from washing, had rosy shoulders and fingertips. Kalaha stared at Euntae in a daze.
“Your naked body is so pretty that I don’t want to make you wear clothes.”
“What are you… Give me the clothes.”
“No.”
Kalaha playfully hid the clothes behind his back. Euntae wrapped the towel around his waist and quickly rushed at Kalaha.
“Give them to me!”
“Take them if you can!”
Kalaha dodged this way and that, teasing Euntae. To snatch the clothes hidden behind his back, Euntae had to circle around Kalaha.
“Hand them over!”
“Ahaha!”
This time Kalaha lifted the clothes high up. Since someone just over 2 meters tall was doing that, there was no way Euntae’s hands could reach. Euntae was also tall by Earth standards. At 183cm, he’d always felt pride in his height. But now he was being teased over the height difference, reduced to hopping up and down.
“Shi….”
“Okay, okay. I’ll give them to you. What color do you like? Pink like my hair is best, right?”
Instead of the pink clothes Kalaha held out, Euntae snatched the light green outfit. As of today, pink was Euntae’s most hated color. However, when Euntae looked at the light green clothes he’d struggled to snatch, his expression hardened.
‘What is this?’
It was a baby outfit with no distinction between top and bottom, all connected. Especially around the buttocks area, there were buttons that could be opened and closed for diaper changes. He hastily looked at the pink clothes, but those were similar as well.
“Cute, isn’t it? I had this specially custom-made too. In your country’s language, it’s called a onesie. Onesie.”
“…Ha.”
“Come here so you can try it on quickly.”
