Final Military Training

Han Jiho's body trembled violently, sweat pouring profusely from his temples and dripping onto the dusty ground beneath his feet. The camouflage uniform clinging to his body felt increasingly tight, especially around his protruding, tense belly. The young soldier was supposed to be completing his final military training before returning to base, but fate had other plans. Contraction after contraction wracked his body, leaving him barely able to stand upright.  

Jiho was pregnant—and this was no ordinary pregnancy. He was carrying the child of Lieutenant Park, his superior officer, with whom he had secretly been involved. Only Lieutenant Park and one close friend knew about his pregnancy. Despite being in his ninth month, Jiho had insisted on participating in the field training. He wanted to prove he was still strong, still capable.  

But now, deep in the quiet forest with a heavy backpack weighing him down and a helmet making it hard to breathe, Jiho hunched over, his hands gripping his rock-hard stomach. A sharp pain seized his hips, making him stagger. Tears streamed down his face—unconsciously mixing agony with fear. His heart pounded wildly, not from exhaustion but because he knew… his time had come.  

"Not now… please…," he whispered, his voice shaking.  

He glanced around, hoping to see Lieutenant Park or anyone who could help him. But all he saw were towering trees and the distant chirping of birds. Jiho knew he couldn’t keep going. He had two choices—give birth alone in the forest or hold on until help arrived.  

Suddenly, a powerful kick from inside his belly threw him off balance. “Agh—!” His scream shattered the forest’s silence as he stumbled and fell to his knees on the muddy ground. A searing pain tore through him, radiating from his abdomen to his back and down to his pelvis, nearly making him pass out.  

He bit his lower lip, hoping the pain would subside. Instead, it came in relentless waves, crashing over him like a merciless tide. Blood trickled from his bitten lip, mixing with tears and sweat dripping from his face.  

“No… not now… not here…” he thought in panic. But his body had already decided. Jiho writhed, his stomach tightening like a boulder rolling downward, crushing his bones. His hands struggled to support his trembling body, his heart hammered wildly, and his breath came in frantic gasps.  

With great effort, he removed his military backpack and unbuttoned his soaked camouflage pants. He knelt on the ground, thighs spread wide and shaking from the pain. Warm fluid continued to flow between his legs, mingling with blood and sweat.  

The next contraction hit like a hammer to his hips. Jiho arched forward, clawing at the dirt, his nails digging into the mud. “AHH—!!” His scream echoed faintly through the trees. He felt his pelvis being crushed from within. His muscles tensed, his body fighting desperately to endure.  

“God… help me…” he croaked. But there was no answer. Only the sound of his own ragged breathing and the relentless onslaught of another contraction.  

He tried to recall basic medical training, but nothing had prepared him for this—giving birth alone in the wilderness.  

Shivering, he touched his tightening stomach again. He could feel a large bulge—the baby’s head—already low, pressing hard downward. His body felt like it was being forced open. Another contraction came—more vicious than before.  

“ARGH—!” His body arched sharply, and he pushed, unable to resist. A burning sensation spread between his thighs. He screamed, trembling violently. Every muscle in his body worked uncontrollably. He felt like he was being torn apart from the inside, his skin stretched to its limit.  

Then he reached down and touched it—something hard and round was emerging. The baby’s head. But the pain didn’t lessen. It only grew worse.  

The contraction paused briefly, but the head hadn’t fully emerged. Jiho shuddered, his body overwhelmed with fullness and pain that made him nauseous. He tried pushing again, but his body refused to cooperate. Time seemed to stop as the baby’s head remained lodged at the threshold.  

“Come out… please come out…” he sobbed. But his body was exhausted. His hands clawed at the ground, trying to channel the pain somewhere—anywhere. When the next contraction came, he pushed with all his might, his entire body trembling under the unbearable pressure.  

Finally, the head slipped out slowly, followed by the shoulders—which immediately got stuck. Jiho howled, his voice hoarse. “AGHH—! Too big! It hurts! IT HURTS!” He felt like his body was being split in two. Blood gushed out even more.  

With one last desperate push, the shoulders freed themselves, and the tiny body slid out with a wet sound. Jiho collapsed, his breath ragged. His hands shook as he lifted the baby from the ground. A baby boy, squirming and crying softly.  

Jiho wept, his body trembling. “You… you did it…” he whispered weakly.  

But before he could catch his breath, a new contraction slammed into him—deeper, more devastating.  

“No…?” he muttered in horror. He lay back, his body stiffening as a stronger pressure bore down. “Don’t tell me… twins? No… no!”  

Jiho’s body hadn’t recovered from the ordeal. His breath was still ragged, his chest heaving, his arms shaking as he cradled the first baby, still slick with blood and amniotic fluid. But time showed no mercy. Another brutal contraction ripped through him.  

“A-ARGHHH—!!” His scream echoed louder, tearing from the depths of his lungs.  

His body was forced to push again—no rest, no reprieve. He wanted to resist, to rest even for a minute, but the pressure inside was overwhelming, forcing its way through his exhausted pelvis. Jiho groaned, tears streaming, mingling with dirt and blood pooling between his thighs.  

“No… no… my body can’t take it…” he sobbed. But the baby inside wouldn’t wait.  

His lower abdomen hardened again, but this time, the pain was excruciating. A searing heat spread from his tailbone to his pubic bone, as if a blade were shattering his bones from within. Jiho gripped a tree root beside him, his nails breaking as they scraped the dirt. He pushed, but all that escaped was a cry of pure agony.  

“AAAGHH! THIS— THIS HURTS MORE!” he wailed, his body arching before suddenly jerking violently from the brutal pressure.  

The skin between his legs felt like it was tearing—no, worse. Like it was being slowly ripped apart, layer by layer. He felt his birth canal forced open wider than before, far beyond human limits. Blood gushed out, warm and slick, sliding down his thighs. Jiho nearly blacked out as something large and hard began pushing through.  

The second baby—much bigger than the first.  

“UGH! MY— MY ASS… I FEEL— I FEEL LIKE IT’S SPLITTING!!” he shrieked hysterically. His head snapped back, veins bulging in his neck.  

The pressure was unbearable. He pushed again, but his body seemed to resist. His pelvis locked as the baby kept pushing down, forcing its way through with unnatural weight and size. Jiho writhed on the ground, trying to find any position to ease the pain—but it was futile.  

“ARGHHH! I CAN’T—I CAN’T!!” His cries turned hoarse, breaking mid-scream.  

The overwhelming fullness and pain intensified. Jiho could feel the baby’s head and shoulders wedged in his pelvis—stuck, neither coming out nor going back in. He thrashed, screaming so hard his lungs burned. He pushed with everything he had, his entire body straining, his spine feeling like it would snap. But the baby wouldn’t budge.  

Cold sweat drenched his body. He trembled uncontrollably. He had no idea how much blood he’d lost. But the burning, tearing sensation between his legs told him one thing—his body was ripping apart.  

“AAAAAHHH!! OUT!! GET OUT—GET OUT!!” he screamed again, this time in sheer desperation, as if begging mercy from the unborn child.  

With a choked breath and a body nearly numb, Jiho mustered the last of his strength. He pushed with everything he had, his stomach tightening, his neck straining until blue veins bulged. Blood splattered as the baby’s shoulders finally cleared his pelvis.  

A wet sound followed, accompanied by Jiho’s broken wail as he collapsed, trembling violently. The second baby was born—bigger, heavier, and nearly killing him.  

But Jiho had no time to recover. His body was still gripped by unrelenting contractions. And from the faint pressure building again, he knew… a third baby was still waiting to be born.