Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 24

To be clinging to Cha Moogyul, touching and kissing him, and yet still be thinking about him in his head. Does he really want to know Cha Moogyul that much, is he that curious, is he just going crazy? Why can he not get away from this.

‘I really can’t control myself.’

It would be more than enough to just focus on the act at hand.

‘Why do I like Cha Moogyul so much…’

Every time he got entangled with him, he would waver like a spinning top that had lost its center. He would go back and forth, his mind changing as easily as flipping his palm, shaking, stumbling on his own, and in the end, he would lose his bearings and fall. He knew he would roll, get hurt, and be wounded, yet it was a disaster he could not avoid, like a fate or destiny carved into his soul. That was why he had desperately tried not to get entangled with him, and had wanted to live a completely separate and isolated life.

Although that resolution was now completely ruined.

Heeheon gasped and hunched his back. He slowly removed the hand that was on his waist. He was gradually coming to his senses.

His lips were wet to the point of being sticky, and his whole body was hot with overwhelming pleasure. The guiding had also progressed sufficiently. In a way, it felt a little excessive.

It was a shame, but he thought he should end it now.

“Let go, ugh.”

Heeheon, who had broken the kiss by twisting his head, whispered while panting. But Cha Moogyul did not even pretend to listen.

“Ha… Not yet.”

“The guiding is over… Stop it.”

“A little more. Huh?”

Even though Heeheon declared the end of the guiding and shook his head, Cha Moogyul chased after Baek Heeheon’s lips. If he avoided him, he would follow. Their lips would part and then meet again. This happened several times.

“I said stop. In the next guiding… Ngh.”

“You stop it, hyung. Why do you keep avoiding me.”

“Hey, you really, want to hit rock bottom?”

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

…Crazy bastard.

Cha Moogyul, who had lost his mind, was not in his right senses. It was unlikely that he was doing this because he truly wanted to.

His irises, as black as jet, captured Baek Heeheon. As if he had been watching Heeheon from the very beginning. Just as Baek Heeheon had chased after Cha Moogyul, and as if he too had chased after Baek Heeheon…

It was a ridiculous delusion.

What was contained in his eyes was a purely primal desire. It was the craving of an Esper seeking guiding. An obsession akin to madness sucked Heeheon in like a swamp.

He was a trap, a snare, a battlefield where one had to be prepared for certain defeat. Like death or time, he was an untouchable idol that a mere human could not dare to defy.

“It’s over, really… Let’s do it next time.”

Heeheon lightly pushed his shoulder to shake him off. He was about to get off his lap, but Cha Moogyul fiercely grabbed Heeheon’s elbow and held him in place.

“No.”

The touch was so intense that it made him flinch.

“Continue.”

Cha Moogyul, who was glaring at Heeheon with burning eyes, curved his lips. The deep smile on his face seemed to have no inhibitions.

It was wild, beastly, and had a taste of barbarism.

“Honestly, you like it too, hyung.”

“What…?”

“You’ve got a nice hard-on.”

Cha Moogyul lightly lowered his eyes.

His gaze fell downwards. One side of the gray training pants Heeheon was wearing was bulging out.

Heeheon’s face turned pale in an instant.

“…Don’t look!”

Fuck. Fuck. You, motherfucker.

Curses came out automatically. Heeheon hurriedly covered his lower half with his hands and shouted. Cha Moogyul did not pay any attention.

“Disgusting. Really. Haha.”

Cha Moogyul laughed continuously and held down the struggling Heeheon tightly.

He tried to get up and get away from him immediately, but Cha Moogyul’s arm strength was unbelievably strong.

He pulled Heeheon close and held him in his arms. As their lower bodies touched, he could feel a heavy and hot mass pressing against his thigh.

“Ah… this hopeless guiding. I’m hard too, hyung.”

Heeheon felt like he would collapse and faint right then and there. He could not close his wide-open eyes or his parted mouth. The shock was so great that it felt like his brain had simply stopped.

Cha Moogyul pressed his lips against his and whispered languidly.

“Just continue.”

“Continue what…”

“We can just pretend it never happened like last time. Pretend it’s not happening.”

“…”

“What the hell, if you want to, we can keep doing this from now on.”

His voice, softened and seduced by the guiding, tempted Baek Heeheon cruelly.

“You like it that way, hyung.”

His hand brushed through Heeheon’s hair. As the black hair that had been covering his forehead was scattered away, his messy face was revealed.

“Don’t worry. Nothing is happening between us.”

What, what is he saying…

Heeheon simply broke down.

His soul left him and his eyes trembled finely. His stiff legs felt like they belonged to someone else, and a chilling thrill ran down his spine.

What on earth was he going to do with Cha Moogyul like this…

Continuing this kind of act in a state where his imbalance has been resolved and his levels have returned to normal, that, that would mean…

‘Then… it’s not guiding.’

Just then, he felt a sharp pain as if a dagger had been plunged into his chest. Heeheon’s core was being depleted.

Heeheon snapped back to his senses with a start.

“Stop it, Cha Moogyul, let go…!”

Heeheon pushed Cha Moogyul away with all his might.

He tried to get away by pushing his cheek with his palm.

“I said the guiding is over… Get a grip. What more are you trying to do!”

As Heeheon resisted fiercely, Cha Moogyul muttered a low curse.

“You, piece of shit.”

And then he started to fight with Heeheon. He was trying to subdue him by twisting his arm and pinning his waist to the sofa, when he suddenly frowned menacingly.

Then, a momentary, cool glint flashed in his eyes, which had been filled only with unfocused heat.

“Hoo, hah…”

Having barely regained his proper judgment, he let go of Baek Heeheon as if throwing him away. In the midst of their intense struggle, Cha Moogyul suddenly let go of his arm, and Heeheon, losing his balance for a moment, fell backward and rolled onto the living room floor.

“Gak!”

“…Fuck.”

Cha Moogyul covered his face with one hand and gasped heavily.

He seemed to be trying hard to restrain his impulse. His chest heaved violently, and veins stood out on his neck. His gaze was not just piercing, but cruel. He looked as if it would not be strange for him to stab someone to death right then and there.

“Baek Heeheon.”

He said, his eyes glaring menacingly. It was practically a threat.

“Get the hell out right now.”

“Agh…”

“You don’t understand? Disappear from my sight if you don’t want to suffer a terrible fate.”

Heeheon, who had fallen on the rug, scratched at the floor. His head hurt, probably from hitting it when he fell. Moreover, his core, which had been on the verge of depletion, was crying out with a stinging pain from within his heart.

Seeing the staggering Heeheon, Cha Moogyul clicked his tongue forcefully.

“Fucking stupid bastard.”

Then he shot up from the sofa and left the living room without looking back.

Left alone, Heeheon pulled himself together and staggered to his feet. He picked up the t-shirt that was lying around and put it on, then leaned against the sofa and pressed his left chest firmly with his palm.

“Ugh… that son of a bitch.”

‘He just throws a person away as soon as he comes to his senses.’

“Am I some kind of object…”

Slide, Heeheon’s body slid down the sofa.

Fortunately, he had stopped the guiding just before depletion, so his core was not too severely strained. The fatigue was extreme and the stress was terrible, but it was not unbearable.

Heeheon crouched in a corner and caught his breath for a long time, counting prime numbers. Until his excitement subsided and his breathing returned to normal. After a while, he sluggishly put on his t-shirt. He could not find one of his slippers, no matter how much he looked, as if it had flown off somewhere.

*

—It’s true, you have no idea how much your mother worried.

In the video call, the nth one he did not know, his mother was wearing a lovely light pink dress, as bright as a spring day. Her face, much brighter and flushed than before, looked good, and the small necklace around her neck was also new to him. He did not know much about jewelry, but he thought it must be a high-quality diamond.

Perhaps that was why, at some point, the topic shifted to the necklace. His mother smiled awkwardly and shyly and replied, ‘Mr. Kwon Il gave it to me as a gift…’ Cha Kwon Il. His mother’s remarriage partner. Cha Moogyul’s biological father. The owner of Musan Group. As he pieced together the sporadically appearing words, he thought, of course.

—Why Mr. Kwon Il would, your mother was really confused. Why is this person being like this to me. Is he playing with a woman who has a child, is he serious, things like that…

“Mister is always serious. He’s completely fallen for you, Mother.”

—That’s what I mean, that’s what was confusing. Phew, yes. I mean, wherever I go, I often hear that I look like a young lady for my age, but Mr. Kwon Il is, well, he’s Mr. Kwon Il. Musan Group, oh, don’t even get me started.

“I guess… I was also very surprised at first. I couldn’t quite believe it either.”

—If you felt that way, imagine your mother. How much worse must it have been for your mother! I really, one time, I wanted to grab Mr. Kwon Il by the collar and ask him. If he really intended to marry me.

“Haha. So, did you ask him that?”

—No. I couldn’t. I told you, your mother was very worried.

His mother continuously fiddled with the necklace and let out a light sigh. It was all in the past now, but it had been quite a shock when he first heard the story. What on earth possessed the chairman of a conglomerate, why would he be interested in a poor, wounded widow with a child who had lost her husband. Even the Cinderella story was not this dramatic.

“Come on, Mister is remarrying too. He also has a child, just the same. In that sense, it’s not like you’re lacking, Mother.”

—My goodness, make some sense! Mr. Kwon Il is handsome, capable, a gentleman… and, Moogyul’s late mother was a lady from a wealthy family. A family of politicians for generations, at that.