Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 101

“Ugh, ghk!”

The force of the harsh biting was enough to tear his finger off.

Even while watching the distressed Heeheon, Cha Moogyul did not stop his gnawing. He let out a dry laugh and chewed so hard that blood, not just bruises, was about to show. He then licked the wound with his tongue, blowing his rough breath repeatedly onto the finger.

“I was scared.”

He whispered insidiously, chewing until even Heeheon’s nail was tattered.

“That it couldn’t be true, I hoped.”

His fingertip was gnawed on so much that it was beyond numb and was trembling, and though red teeth marks were left around the finger like a ring, he did not look satisfied in the slightest.

His jet-black eyes were wavering violently, and a smile filled with rage hung on his dry, stiff face. Just as Heeheon was furious with him for not understanding his intentions, he too was pushing back with the same emotion at Heeheon, who did not understand his.

“It had better not be true, please. That Heeheon abandoned me… it had better not be true…”

Cha Moogyul, shaken to this extent with fury, made even Baek Heeheon waver.

His heart began to pound.

His eyes met Cha Moogyul’s, and he felt the terribly trembling air. For a moment, Heeheon held Cha Moogyul’s gaze as he evened his breathing and parted his lips a couple of times. Finally, he cleared his throat to speak.

“…I never abandoned you. Not in the slightest.”

“Ha.”

Letting out a sharp, dry laugh, Cha Moogyul languidly brought his lips to the tattered left ring finger. Kissing it as if to perfectly carve his mark there, he asked back as if admonishing him.

“Not in the slightest? Then what about the guiding.”

“That’s… a separate issue. Because I can’t be your dedicated guide anymore.”

“A separate issue?”

The touch of his lips made him feel even more confused and dizzy. Panting, Heeheon poured out the inner feelings that had built up to their limit.

“Using your status to get me an exception from my military duty is a kind of draft-dodging, isn’t it…? And even if you go that far, you can’t even use your abilities, so I’d be confirmed as your burden for life.”

He thought of Captain Sung Ahwon, who said he would erase his memories. And of the members of the 2nd Special Operations Unit, who were no longer alive.

“Because I’m just an A-rank. Because I’m not good enough. Because I don’t suit you.”

“…”

“I know better than anyone how much Cha Moogyul can achieve.”

He saw the illusion of creatures swarming like a pack of dogs, black and menacing, and then Oh Yulbin, a student from Se-sang Elementary, 2nd grade, class 2, who had smiled brightly at the screen, flickered in his thoughts.

“It’s obvious that the world will be completely transformed.”

The blue, lightning-shaped scar.

The pure-white midnight sun.

The national hero…

“I don’t want to make the mistake of living a fake life like an empty shell anymore. I’m going to stop running away and try my best with what’s within my reach. Isn’t that what it means to live? Isn’t that what life is all about…?”

Heeheon grabbed his arm and pulled at his shirt. This was not something to break down over. He had no choice but to face it.

“Do you think I’m happy about you… receiving guiding from another S-rank guide? The mere thought of it bothers me. A lot. But even so, it’s a reality I have to endure in the end.”

“…”

“Of course, it’ll be difficult. It’ll take time to adjust. What’s more, since you just manifested late, your sense of responsibility might be weak. Even so, from now on, you have nothing but days to live as an awakened… We’ll fulfill our duties as an Esper who uses his abilities and a guide who provides guiding, save lives, and live as lovers. Isn’t that enough!”

Cha Moogyul looked down at Heeheon, who was pulling at his clothes, with a resolute gaze. Then, he erased his smile and parted his lips with a heartless expression.

“And if something goes wrong.”

“What…?”

“If the duty of an awakened is so proud and great, you’ll probably just head out to the battlefield. Risking your one and only life to kill creatures.”

He was rejecting Heeheon’s wishes as firmly as an absolute law of nature, like the sky or the sea. As if there could be no compromise or concession on this issue.

“You’ll probably be prepared to face death.”

“No, that’s not…”

“A patriotic martyr, is that it? Befitting a national hero?”

Cutting Heeheon off, Cha Moogyul drew a firm line in a low, raspy voice that scratched at his throat.

“Quit it. You’ve played the hero long enough… You’ve saved enough lives. Pushing yourself so hard you ruined your body. You should know when to be satisfied.”

“Satisfied…? Don’t talk as if there’s some kind of quota.”

“Then, are you saying you’ll go to the front lines until you die for your country?”

Cha Moogyul clicked his tongue forcefully and swept his hair back. He took off the black jacket he was wearing, tossed it next to the bed, and began to unbuckle his wristwatch.

“It’s unfortunate, but I feel no emotion whether civilians are dying or being massacred beyond the barrier. The only thing I’m obsessed with is Baek Heeheon’s life and death.”

“Hey, you keep talking so carelessly…!”

“What. You must have guessed. That rather than having a weak sense of responsibility because I just manifested, the expression ‘flawed morality’ suits me better.”

Heeheon’s eyes trembled minutely, his face pale. At some point, an ominous light appeared in his grayish-brown eyes. It was a suspicion he had vaguely held since childhood from secretly watching Cha Moogyul. A question that had perhaps now turned into near certainty.

“They easily call it a personality disorder, don’t they.”

The one and only Cha Moogyul. He who was uniquely extraordinary, special, and completely Moogyul.

He was implicitly aware that there was no space in his inner world to give to others, and even if there was a sliver, it was a place permitted for Baek Heeheon alone. Cha Moogyul’s world was composed of only himself and Baek Heeheon. The lives or fates of others were not even a low priority; they were completely excluded.

Cha Moogyul was born without lack, standing at the pinnacle of superiority. That might be why leading his life alone had become such a natural principle for him. From birth until now, throughout his entire life, he had neither needed to form emotional connections with others, nor had he any reason or desire to do so.

So for him, there was only Baek Heeheon.

The only being that held meaning in Cha Moogyul’s life.

To put it in extreme terms, Cha Moogyul’s world was practically composed of just two people: himself and Baek Heeheon. That was how useless other beings or purposes were to him, and even if it were the mission or destiny of an awakened, it could not tip his scales.

“You must have avoided me so much from the beginning because you sensed I was abnormal.”

Having taken off his watch, Cha Moogyul pushed aside Heeheon’s hospital gown and began to stroke his chest. Heeheon frowned and shut his mouth tightly.

His touch wasn’t as violent as before and could even be called tender, but it made his heart more flustered and disturbed than when he had been spanked on the ass.

“Wait. Don’t.”

Heeheon flinched and moaned. When he completely covered the small nipple with his large hand and rubbed it, it felt as if the inside of his chest was being stirred up.

“This is a hospital ward.”

“You know that well. Try to hold back your sounds.”

“No… Nngh, I said stop!”

Cha Moogyul paid him no mind and continued to tease Heeheon. As he persistently scratched and toyed with the bud with his fingertips, the erect nipple ripened like a small berry, turning red. His bare chest tingled, and the sensation shot down to his lower abdomen.

Heeheon pushed at his shoulder with his elbow and cried out urgently.

“That’s right. I knew! Watching you speak and act, there’s no way I wouldn’t know that you treat human lives as trivial. You seemed cruel at times, too.”

“I didn’t hide it in front of you, hyung.”

“Even if that’s how you are, I… I can’t live like you. If people die, I’ll feel something, and I’ll feel guilty…”

“Right. I’m sure you would.”

Cha Moogyul pointedly twisted and pinched his nipple. Hick, Heeheon sucked in a sharp breath and writhed his waist. As he squirmed and tried to get away, Cha Moogyul wedged a knee between Heeheon’s legs and began to leisurely stimulate him.

Even though he had only pressed against him a few times, his lower body, already flushed red from being hit once, reacted. Unaware of its own shame, Heeheon’s member, which had become easily aroused and half-erect, was pressed against his firm thigh and stained his pants.

“Ah, ugh. Stop.”

To make matters worse, he began to thrust his hips, stimulating his lower body. Every time he thrust his hips upward, their joined bodies shook, and his legs spread wider. As the stimulation to his lower half continued, his waist began to sway on its own.

“Then let me ask you one thing.”

At his voice that followed, his mind, which had been barely holding onto reason, became a chaotic mess.

“Is going out to the front lines and fighting creatures the only way to save lives?”

“Hh, what did you say…?”

“Are the generals at headquarters who command and give orders all just lazing around? What about the researchers in R&D? Do they have no sense of duty?”

He heard the sound of a zipper being undone nearby. Having opened his fly, he took his swollen cock and tapped it against Heeheon’s flushed buttocks. Thwack, thwack. Every time he was hit by the large, excited, club-like thing, his heated rear hole flinched reflexively. His front was also fully aroused, his member swelling.

“Politics is directly tied to the people’s livelihood. A system must come first for the awakened to follow. Killing creatures on the front lines can’t be the only way to save humanity…”

“…”

“I know you manifested late as a guide and have worked hard guiding for five years as a tool of the Center, but it wouldn’t be so bad to try working as the head, would it?”