Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 102

Cha Moogyul folded Heeheon’s legs, pressing him down, and placed the heavy tip of his member against the opening. Even before insertion, the weight of it pressed down on Heeheon. As he struggled, trying to push him away, he lightly smacked his butt one more time.

“Ah!”

It wasn’t a hard slap, and it was a gesture that was clearly holding back, but for Heeheon, who had already reached his limit, it was nothing but stimulating. He grabbed and spread his buttocks, which had turned pink like a ripe peach, and with a deep exhale, he slowly pushed his cock in.

“Kuh… The launch of the 2nd Branch is a momentous and essential achievement in human history. And while creating a position for you there might be an abuse of my authority, what you achieve in that position is entirely up to you, isn’t it?”

“Hahk, ugh, no. Wait.”

“Why, don’t you have the confidence to give it a try there? Haa, do you think you’ll just be my burden and won’t be able to save anyone…?”

“Gyul-ah, Gyeo, Gyul-ah… Stop.”

“Is it because it feels like I’m making the decision and you’re just being dragged along?”

He was invading deep inside him. Every word Cha Moogyul spoke stabbed into Heeheon’s chest, and his buttocks trembled uncontrollably of their own accord, deliciously gripping and swallowing his large cock. As their wet skin sealed tightly together, his lower abdomen overflowed with sexual pleasure.

“Ah, I said no! We’re in a hospital room, huh, the door… isn’t even locked.”

“Right. I’ll try to be careful next time.”

“Nngh… Bastard. Fucking pervert.”

Why am I getting hard in this situation…

Is this the only way Cha Moogyul knows how to express his excitement, no, his emotions? The fact that I can’t push him away to the very end is also a problem.

His insides remembered him, rejoiced, and welcomed him. Heeheon’s body was so honest that even in this situation, it was at a loss for what to do because it liked Cha Moogyul so much. Just a light poke of his inner flesh was enough to make him readily come undone, and a moan escaped him. His head fell back as he held onto him, trembling in pleasure and groaning in pain.

“You son of a… If you’re going to do it, at least, do it slowly.”

“Heh… Like this?”

“Don’t thrust so deep, so deep either…! In here, kuh, I can’t take all of you. Okay?”

He felt hot inside. He felt indignant and wronged. To think they would end up entangled like this in a place where the door could open and someone could burst in at any moment. At the same time, his voice echoed and shook his mind. He wanted to stop the act, yet he wanted it to continue.

Why is Cha Moogyul so good with words? No, is he also good with words? The fact that his arguments were not wrong and he couldn’t find any flaws in them grated on Heeheon’s nerves even more. He had no choice but to be overwhelmed by his logic. His body was the same.

His mind went completely white.

Now, there was nothing left but to be conquered by him, to tremble, and to cum a white load.

“Ahh… Ah…!”

As he tried to forcibly hold back and swallow his sounds, his breathing became ragged. His tightly curled toes writhed and scratched at the sheet, and his back arched into a curve. From a certain point on, he couldn’t even think “no” anymore. Keep going. Keep going. More. More. More.

The sexual sensation, which had been soaring endlessly without a limit, at some point passed its peak, and his lower body trembled violently as if in a convulsion. He squeezed and strained around the cock that filled his mucous membrane, and then, at some point, his strength suddenly gave out, and he went limp. The semen Heeheon shot dirtied his own chest, but Cha Moogyul nonchalantly continued his thrusts without stopping. He leisurely poked only at the spots that felt good while roughly scratching the bedsheets instead of Heeheon, as if taking out his frustration.

“Hoo… Hyung, you are my choice.”

He spoke a quiet monologue into his ear.

“You are indispensable to me.”

“Hah! Nng, nngh!”

His mind, which had stopped thinking, became empty, and he couldn’t even hear the words he was saying. He could only lie there helplessly, unable to even rest as the act continued immediately.

“Not even knowing you’re the one holding the knife… how many times you stab a desperate person.”

“Heuk, ahh-euh…”

“Saving lives… Fuck, like hell you are.”

Cha Moogyul grabbed Heeheon’s trembling cheek and kissed him. Their panting lips met at a tilted angle. He didn’t know what state of mind he was in as he received the kiss. Hot, feverish tongues tangled pleasantly, exploring each other.

Blink. Blink. His vision flickered on and off. His existence raged through his mind, which had been washed completely white with pleasure.

“Me.”

The last voice he heard left a blurry afterimage and faded away.

“Save me first, please. Heeheon-ah…”

The dead of night. Rolled up tightly in a white blanket like a burrito, Heeheon sluggishly curled his legs.

He felt languid and dazed from the exhaustion. He didn’t even know where his removed hospital gown had been thrown.

His sweat-soaked body had cooled, so he should have been cold, but Cha Moogyul had been holding Burrito Baek Heeheon completely trapped in his arms this whole time, so there was no room to feel the chill.

‘…’

Feeling constricted, Heeheon shifted, and the blanket rustled as it rubbed against itself. Cha Moogyul tightened his arms even more, hugging him so hard it felt like his waist would break. It was as if he was warning him not to even think about escaping his embrace and to just stay still.

‘This isn’t easy. Really.’

It was a sleepless night.

Even though they both knew the other was awake, no words were exchanged. They just maintained their silence, their bodies pressed together. This was a temporary lull, like the lingering heat after a forest fire that had blazed as if to swallow the entire woods had been extinguished.

Sleep wouldn’t come, the situation was complicated. There was so much to think about…

<Is going out to the front lines and fighting creatures the only way to save lives?>

<Politics is directly tied to the people’s livelihood. A system must come first for the awakened to follow.>

<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?>

If Cha Moogyul had been thinking such things, wouldn’t it have been better to give him a heads-up beforehand? To not say a single word about the new project and then suddenly be so willful like this, without even a discussion.

‘Still, what Cha Moogyul said isn’t wrong.’

In the end, it was an abuse of authority, and the fact that Baek Heeheon would be a constraint on his ability to use his powers remained the same, but his argument had persuasive power. Because the role of a commander giving orders from above was just as important in deciding the nation’s fate as the role of a field agent on the front lines.

Even without his ability, Cha Moogyul was demonstrating his skills in various fields—politically, commercially, and economically. Looking at it with the major project of launching the 2nd Branch as the premise, it might be more effective to be on the side that controls the system, just as he said, rather than performing field duties.

The head, rather than the limbs.

Cha Moogyul certainly… suited the top brass.

Although in Baek Heeheon’s case, he wasn’t so sure. Becoming the head as a guide who doesn’t guide, huh. Well, how well could he do? It was only now that he could barely present himself as an awakened, and that was just for guiding…

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

<And if something goes wrong.>

And, he could also understand his feelings from another perspective.

‘…I would have to risk my life.’

If Cha Moogyul’s reason for trying to control Baek Heeheon’s position was the high mortality rate, then Heeheon had nothing to say on that point. It was a fact that he couldn’t deny that the path was dangerous.

Even if he served as an administrative agent instead of a combat agent, he was ultimately a reserve, and whenever he was called, he would have to fill in for a vacant combat agent and be deployed to the field. It couldn’t be helped.

The life of an awakened was inherently unstable and perilous.

That was why he could understand Cha Moogyul’s opposition. Since both of them had originally been civilians far removed from being awakened, it was even more so.

‘Even my mother was so worried.’

Suddenly, he recalled red, bloodshot eyes.

He remembered Cha Moogyul drawing power from a transmission tower, pouring down lightning like a heavy rain from a clear sky, and bleeding from his eyes. He remembered how utterly horrified he had been to see him bleed. Especially since Espers were always accompanied by the risk of rampage…

And if their core shattered, they would die instantly…

‘If I imagine Cha Moogyul dying during a mission.’

…That.

A loud boom went off in his chest, and an echo reverberated.

Just by imagining it, he felt as if his very core was collapsing from the inside, being slowly eaten away. As it was, Heeheon had often nagged Cha Moogyul every time he was dispatched to the field, worrying that he would go into a rampage. No matter how abnormally fast Cha Moogyul’s growth was or how perfect his control over his abilities seemed, no one ever knew what might happen on the battlefield.

‘Hah… What is this.’

He had no idea what kind of contradiction this was.

He had been certain that Cha Moogyul and Baek Heeheon were on opposing sides, but upon reflection, they were also on the same side. It seemed their feelings for each other were the same, yet their situations and circumstances were different. The crux of the problem and the direction of the conflict were twisted and entangled in every which way.

Was that why? In a way, he thought, maybe this is just how the world works.

An ideal ending where you get everything, a perfect answer, might never have existed in the first place. No, maybe this was never a problem with an answer to begin with. The reality we live in is so diverse, and points of contention clash from all sides, from various angles. Like a twisted and tangled skein of yarn, like pasta noodles in a bowl, maybe life, reality, and existence are all about moving forward in such a mess…

‘This is hard. So hard.’

It was perplexing. It was so damn difficult it was killing him.