Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 127 - EPILOGUE

Just before his consciousness flickered and gave out, Moogyul finally stopped his rough movements, coming inside Heeheon. Heeheon, exhausted as if he had been ravaged by a beast in heat, went limp, all strength leaving his limbs.

His whole body was drenched in sweat, and even breathing was difficult.

Cha Moogyul, who had been lifting and fucking Heeheon, laid him back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, trapping him in his embrace. His member was still fully inside, but Heeheon couldn’t complain. To be honest, he was just incredibly grateful to be allowed to rest before passing out.

“Hah, haah. Ugh.”

Heeheon gasped for breath, barely holding onto consciousness.

His mind was hazy from reaching climax repeatedly and quickly, but if he just lay there limply, he would never be able to handle Cha Moogyul. The lilies, no, there were too many lilies.

Why did Captain Sung have to bring such a huge bouquet?

“…Gyeol.”

I have to distract Cha Moogyul’s thoughts, even just a little.

Right now, he seemed blinded by jealousy and couldn’t see anything else, but I still had to try to bring up another topic.

As it happened, there was one thing Heeheon absolutely had to tell him. It was by no means a good topic to bring up at a time like this. But still, I have to survive first…

“Uh, hngh, my mother, she called…”

Heeheon turned his head to press his lips against Moogyul’s again and muttered wearily in an exhausted tone.

“Our family… she wants us all to meet.”

Cha Moogyul let out a hollow chuckle and sucked on Heeheon’s mumbling tongue. He could feel a hand brushing back his sweat-drenched hair.

“Family? Are we still a family?”

“Hnngh… Anyway, Mother considers us family, and I think of her as my family too. Then we should go see her.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s just a guess, but I don’t think she’s calling us to oppose our relationship. I think Mister Kwon Il said something to her separately.”

At those words, Cha Moogyul’s heated gaze fortunately seemed to cool down a little. To think he would end up using the topic of his mother and Mister Kwon Il to extinguish Cha Moogyul’s fire like this.

There was a time when he felt like the world was ending when his mother found out about his relationship with Moogyul…

“About what you said before, Gyeol… Hngh, I’ve been thinking about it, and, you know, I don’t think Mister Kwon Il would have intentionally caused an accident, to your mother and my father.”

“Why do you think that. How can you be so sure? About that man’s true intentions.”

“Because… well, they’re just getting along so well.”

Heeheon finally calmed his panting breath and met Cha Moogyul’s gaze. He cupped his cheek and looked steadily into his jet-black eyes. Heeheon was reflected in Cha Moogyul’s infinitely deep eyes. In his eyes, like a lonely night, Baek Heeheon would be embedded like a star from now on. Just like his name, Heeheon.

“I don’t think they could be that happy if there was an obstacle.”

“…”

“We had such a hard time… murder would be even worse. If Mister Kwon Il was hiding such a sin from Mother, I don’t think their love would be as smooth as it is now.”

“…So, it was really an accidental death? You’re so naive.”

“We don’t know. You only have circumstantial evidence. Anyway, that’s what I think.”

In truth, he had become certain after seeing Cha Moogyul.

Even Cha Moogyul was this shaken over Heeheon, so it seemed impossible that Mister Kwon Il could have killed two people, disguised as an accident, to get his mother. For him to still be in love with his mother after that was a contradiction.

To kill one’s own wife and the other’s husband to obtain love. Love couldn’t be obtained that way. Even if they got together like that, it would be useless, an illusion. It would have been bound to crumble sooner or later.

A person’s heart, though it may seem calm on the surface, can never be that calm, and there is a limit to how much one can endure and hold on alone.

“They are together because they are both happy.”

“…”

“Like us.”

“…”

“So, let’s go see them once.”

Heeheon was finally able to speak of love. Love is not, and can never be, a perfect emotion. Rather, it is because two people are imperfect that it can be established and fulfilled.

He felt a slow gaze fall on his face.

Cha Moogyul was watching Heeheon intently.

His eyes as he looked at Heeheon were those of a person looking at something irreplaceable. His one and only, more precious than his own life, something he could not dare to hurt.

How could he harm someone he loved and wanted so much?

Cha Moogyul looked with satisfaction at Heeheon’s flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, then lightly bit the nape of his neck. He agreed, pointedly leaving a red mark.

“Alright. If my darling Heeheon thinks so.”

Heeheon was the one who brought it up first, but he was surprised at how readily Cha Moogyul agreed.

Even though his feelings toward Mister Kwon Il must have piled up for a full 15 years.

“I suppose it makes sense that he couldn’t rashly lay a hand on her because it was love. He must have been afraid, my father.”

“Uh…”

“Even if he killed him over and over in his head. Just like I rip Sung Ahwon to shreds and kill him.”

“Ugh… huh?”

Wait. Why did the conversation jump like that.

The expression on Cha Moogyul’s face as he mentioned Captain Sung looked dangerous. One of his dark eyebrows furrowed, and a clear murderous intent rose in his black eyes. Displaying his menacing killing intent without hiding it, he seemed to be appealing to Heeheon.

“Hah, you’ve rested enough. Now for the fourth flower.”

Cha Moogyul wrapped one arm around Heeheon’s waist and hooked his elbow behind one of Heeheon’s knees. As he lifted his arm, one of Heeheon’s legs was raised and spread wide. Before he could feel ashamed of his exposed lower body, Moogyul pulled his hips back and then drove deep inside.

“Aah…!”

A hot heat washed over him again.

He hadn’t even rested properly, but the deep part of his belly was stimulated again, and a helpless moan burst out.

Heeheon instinctively arched his back and clawed at the sheets. Cha Moogyul covered his meaninglessly flailing hand with his own and clasped them together, as if finding it cute.

“Kngh, let’s not accept any more fucking things ever again.”

“Hahk, wait, heek…!”

Not yet, not yet, I haven’t rested enough.

Heeheon shook his head frantically, but it seemed Moogyul thought he had been lenient enough. As his cock thrust deep, his lower belly bulged in a round shape, and he prodded deeper and deeper. With each thrust, the penetration deepened, piercing the inner walls.

“Nngh!”

The thick head of his cock finally pushed past his colon.

Heeheon let out a sound that was neither a moan nor a scream and his whole body trembled. The intense pleasure swept away the lingering afterglow of his orgasm and shook his entire body. He was melting into a puddle, unable to think at all.

His spread legs trembled and convulsed, and his head lolled back. He even forgot to blink.

Cha Moogyul let out a smirk and chided Heeheon.

“Sorry, Heeheon. Today, private misuse or whatever, I’m going to fill the count even if I have to stick you with a healing factor.”

His lifted torso was once again slammed down onto the bed. Cha Moogyul pressed down on Heeheon with his whole body, trapping him with nowhere to escape, and just fucked him like an animal. His buttocks naturally bucked, and the red flesh inside squeezed and bit him tightly. The situation was beyond his control.

“Aah, ah!”

Cha Moogyul hugged Heeheon tightly, and Heeheon clung to him, scratching his back. Wrapping his legs around his waist, they clung together as if they were one. It was driving him crazy. It was hot, fierce, and his heart pounded wildly. Vividly. As if he were alive.

Hot blood circulated as he panted for breath.

He thought he might die being fucked like this. But then, Cha Moogyul would die with him. Their bonded, unified cores echoed with the same vibration.

That vibration was just like a desperate confession to each other.

A heart endlessly shouting to the other.

He was at the point where nothing more would come out from the front, but his body, possessed by the excessive pleasure, trembled and shrank. Reaching climax just from the deep stimulation, Heeheon bit down hard and sobbed.

“Hnngh… aah, Gyeol…”

He was coming now, coming from being fucked, and Cha Moogyul, knowing full well, just kept pounding his cock into him. His clear black eyes were both cruel and gratifying.

As Cha Moogyul relentlessly thrusted his hips like a dog, a bit of fluid spurted from the front instead of semen. Leaking the clear liquid, Heeheon moaned as if he were having a fit.

Stars sparkled before his eyes.

Dazzlingly and beautifully.

Today, as always, while thinking that Cha Moogyul was a crazy bastard, he loved him.