Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 10

Cha Mugyeol, with his eyelids lowered, stared at Baek Heeheon’s dry lips. His lips felt like they would melt under that heated gaze. He could not carelessly utter any answer. He felt a threat, as if moving his lips to speak would become a signal. Like an animal sensing danger, Heeheon reflexively turned his head to avoid him.

But, Cha Mugyeol pursued and pounced on him as he fled.

Unlike when he was blocked by the glass booth, there was now no way to escape from his wildness.

“Open your mouth a little.”

In an instant, he reached out his arm, his lower jaw was grabbed, and his lips were pressed firmly as if being stamped by his thumb.

“Eup, don’t touch me!”

Heeheon let out a shrill cry. He could not let what happened last time happen again. Even if it meant stopping the guiding, that was unacceptable.

“I’m just telling you to open it.”

“Cha Mugyeol. This method, I clearly said it wouldn’t happen a second time. You also made a point of saying it would never happen again.”

“Who said anything about kissing? I’m just saying to put your mouth to it.”

Cha Mugyeol put strength into his thumb. His lower lip parted, and his finger pushed deep into his mouth. Heeheon flailed and bit his thumb. Cha Mugyeol only scowled fiercely and did not pull his hand away. Instead, he buried his fingertip in his wet tongue and pressed down hard.

His soft tongue was helplessly crushed. His thick finger aimed for the root of his tongue and pushed in deeper.

“Heuk……. Hek.”

His pupils trembled uncontrollably. As a physiological reaction, his face turned red and his throat quivered. It was horrible. But, the excellent efficiency of mucous membrane contact spurred on the guiding.

He could see the imbalance value decreasing sharply. Heeheon watched the indication on his goggles with blurry eyes, then squeezed his eyelids shut.

“Hoo, I should have done this from the start……. Fuck…….”

Cha Mugyeol muttered languidly.

“It’s not like I’m torturing someone…….”

His breath was close. He could feel him right there. They were deeply connected, and he could read the flow of the guiding. The chair Heeheon was sitting on was pushed back with a screeching dissonance. The force he was using to press down was excessive.

“Heu, ah.”

“Hyung.”

“Heuk……. Ggeok.”

“Breathe, breathe. What do you have a nose for.”

Cha Mugyeol even wedged his index finger into his mouth and rubbed his tongue as if pinching it with tongs. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the change in him. His rough hand movements gradually extended in a different direction. Cha Mugyeol, drenched in the pleasure and ecstasy of guiding, whispered softly like someone high on drugs.

“That’s right, you’re doing well…….”

Goosebumps rose on his skin.

“When it could have been this simple. Weren’t you planning to pretend you didn’t know and torment me on purpose?”

“Eu.”

“Did you want to mess with me?”

“Mahi, you’re not making sense, he…….”

Heeheon shook his head vigorously and pushed at his arm with both hands. He flailed, hitting his torso with his knees. But Cha Mugyeol pinned the struggling Baek Heeheon to the chair so he could not move an inch, putting his weight on him and sitting on his thighs.

His lower body was crushed, and his arms were also held. Heeheon’s eyebrows were heavily furrowed, and he opened his creased eyes. His blurry face was obscured by shadows and not clearly visible. The strong light pouring down on Cha Mugyeol’s head made his eyes sting. He could not read his expression at all, but he guessed that Cha Mugyeol was finding it strange to be losing his reason and craving guiding.

No, in a way, it seemed like he was trying to resist. The certain fact was that he was not pouncing on him to the point of losing his self-control like last time.

Even though he was rummaging inside Heeheon’s mouth with his hand, he did not attempt any further contact. His tongue was crushed by the hand he thought was so large, and his dry lips were soaked with saliva. Ragged breaths flowed laboriously from his lungs. Cha Mugyeol kneaded Baek Heeheon’s soft lips persistently, as if kneading dough.

It was all a mess of saliva. His reddened mouth, which he had carelessly rummaged through, and his fingers were all wet. Heeheon, who was a mess and exhausted, coughed and spluttered.

“Geok, heou, euk!”

As an Esper craving guiding, he, who had greedily satisfied his desire, muttered to himself.

“Haha, I’m going crazy……. This feels good.”

“……”

“Fucking guiding.”

Right. Those were the exact right words.

Fucking guiding……. Fuck…….

“Ge, now get off.”

Heeheon coughed repeatedly and turned his head. But even so, since he was pinned under Cha Mugyeol, there was nowhere to escape. To Cha Mugyeol, who showed no reaction, Heeheon shouted fiercely.

“Get off, you bastard!”

The thighs he was pinned under were released. The metal chair, which had been supporting the weight of two adult men, also stopped its creaking. Heeheon wiped his mouth hard with the back of his hand. He had drooled so much that it was still slippery no matter how much he wiped.

Baek Heeheon, either out of anger, or exhaustion, or perhaps out of a sense of injustice, panted for a long time before kicking the chair away and standing up. Cha Mugyeol, without even wiping his sticky hands, stood there in front of him, looking down at Baek Heeheon. Heeheon pushed his chest to get him out of the way and turned on the pad in the center of the guiding room.

With precise and swift hand movements, he left a record and turned back.

“The guiding is over. All the values are in the normal range.”

After informing him, he fled the scene as if running away.

When he came out of the annex building, the pitch-black night sky enveloped Baek Heeheon. It felt as if he were trapped in darkness. Not wanting to go into the house just yet, Heeheon impulsively wandered around the garden.

‘Fucking bastard, son of a bitch, crazy bastard……!’

Since Baek Heeheon was not an Esper, he had no idea.

Was guiding something that captivated Espers to that extent?

Of course, it must be. He knew that. He understood with his head that the craving for guiding was an Esper’s instinct, a matter directly related to the will to survive, and therefore an absolute law of nature that could not be defied.

‘But it’s Cha Mugyeol, though?’

Why couldn’t that arrogant bastard control a single impulse like that?

If guiding was absolute to an Esper, then Cha Mugyeol was absolute to Baek Heeheon. That guy was like a work of art, sculpted to embody all the unfair superiority of the world. There was nothing he could not do, nothing he could not have, truly a Mugyeol being. A being for whom it was natural to stand at the top.

‘Really, is it that difficult? Can’t he control himself? Is it because he just manifested, so Cha Mugyeol is also unfamiliar and confused……?’

Then, did that mean Baek Heeheon had to endure all of this?

Heeheon, who had reached the lakeside on one side of the garden, held his head and sat down. His forehead throbbed with a fever. His stomach ache also seemed to be getting worse. They said that when a person is pushed to their limit, they cannot think of anything and their mind goes blank, but he wondered if that was not actually the case. All sorts of worries and anxieties tormented Heeheon from all sides.

His lips, which had been violated by Cha Mugyeol, also stung. They were hot and painful. It felt like his taste was still lingering in his mouth. That bastard Cha Mugyeol would have no idea. Not at all, not even a little, that Heeheon would remember this taste until the day he died…….

That was not all. The moment they had kissed also came to mind. How his lips had felt, how his tongue had licked the inside, what his body temperature was like, what his scent was like, he could not forget a single thing.

It was now difficult and overwhelming to even think about what kind of meaning such contact had for Baek Heeheon, how big and heavy it was.

He had never for a single moment wanted to be Cha Mugyeol’s dedicated guide.

Nor had he ever wanted to be his brother.

If Cha Mugyeol, as an Esper, could reveal his craving and desire, was there any reason why Baek Heeheon could not reveal his own craving and desire?

Baek Heeheon had endured alone for a full eight years. He had controlled himself, restrained himself, and suppressed himself.

If he could do that, if Baek Heeheon could be true to himself,

honestly, truly, scraping the muddy bottom of his heart, honestly,

what Baek Heeheon wanted to be,

that was,

Cha Mugyeol’s…….

*

That day, Baek Heeheon, lying in bed, could not sleep a wink all night. After his head cooled down and his intense emotions had subsided, he came to the judgment that getting this excited would not solve anything. Heeheon, who had regained his composure and objectivity, gathered up the anger he had once let out, as if picking up the pieces of a broken vase, back into his inner self.

Just because his tongue had been rubbed a little, it was not like his life was being taken away.

On the other hand, the fact that an Esper could go berserk and die if they did not receive guiding when they needed it weighed on Heeheon’s mind.

Besides, Cha Mugyeol was an Esper who had just manifested and could not even sense his own core. This was also his second experience with guiding. As an Awakened, he was no different from a babbling newborn.

‘I went too far.’

It was not something to overreact to like that.

Mucous membrane contact guiding without prior agreement with the guide was grounds for disciplinary action, but that did not mean that mucous membrane contact guiding was an absolute taboo that should never be committed.

‘It was the first time guiding was so ineffective…… so I was surprised.’

Baek Heeheon was a top-tier A-class guide. Except for the out-of-spec S-class, there was no Esper he could not guide. Until now, he had been able to guide smoothly just by holding hands, and since he was used to that situation, he had no choice but to be flustered by the unexpected turn of events.

Furthermore, if you got down to it, Baek Heeheon was also a novice, a guide of only five years. As an Awakened, he was no different from a five-year-old child.

‘It could be like that for an S-class. Since he’s a difficult opponent, I should have been the one to handle it…….’

…….

What could he do.

It was too late to regret. It was already in the past.