Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 28

“Ugh…!”

After some moments of meaningless resistance, Heeheon finally spilled a milky white fluid into his mouth. He shuddered from the pleasure that went beyond climax and squeezed his eyelids shut. Along with the self-reproach of not being able to hold back in the end, a hesitation of whether it was okay to do this stirred deep in his chest, but his body, which responded honestly to him, and the dark desires he had suppressed for so long were rejoicing.

Being sucked by Cha Moogyul, him pushing forward forcefully even when told not to, and in the end, cumming in his mouth because he could not win—all of it was so tragically good that there was nothing else to say. It was agonizing, it felt like committing a sin, and yet it was good. He could only groan.

“Haa… Ngh…”

The tips of his toes curled, and the space between his thighs narrowed. Heeheon squeezed Cha Moogyul’s temple with his legs before going limp with exhaustion. His back, buried in the bed, fell back completely. His disheveled hair messed up his vision. Finally, Cha Moogyul slowly lifted his head and, gathering the fluid in his mouth, spat it out onto Heeheon.

Sticky, white semen fell in clumps onto Baek Heeheon’s stomach, which was rising and falling with his panting. The viscous liquid flowed in all directions along the lines of his abs and then pooled in his navel. Cha Moogyul wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand and muttered.

“You’re fast.”

“…”

“Ha… it’s my first time ever sucking a cock, you know. Is it really that good that you can feel it even when being sucked so clumsily like this?”

“…”

“I guess you’re about to go crazy? From now on, control yourself a little. Do some more training to hold it in or something.”

Heeheon covered his face in anguish. As the lingering afterglow of the intense pleasure faded, feelings of shock, shame, and worry, which would be engraved as scars that would not be erased, surged up. It would not matter to Cha Moogyul, something like this would not greatly affect his life, and he would not worry about it, but Baek Heeheon was a helpless blade of grass that swayed countless times.

With trembling lips, Heeheon revealed his wounded heart.

“…Son of a bitch.”

Cha Moogyul.

An arrogant playboy who knows no fear of the world. A maverick who soars past ordinary people who struggle to live, as if it were a matter of course, and is extraordinary all by himself. A bastard who captivates people with his burning soul, yet looks down on the moths that flock to him with bored eyes…

“A guy like you… You…”

Baek Heeheon thought Cha Moogyul was a fucker. He always had.

“The world, ha, is fucking easy for you, isn’t it…?”

It was infuriating that no matter how much he struggled, he would eventually be swayed by him.

He did not want to become a common accessory in his perfect and special life. He did not want to be one of the many people who were dragged around by him and ended up broken. If he could, he wanted to live without being entangled with Cha Moogyul. He knew instinctively that he had to, for his own safety.

“Congratulations. Everything went your way.”

Heeheon let his exhausted body go limp and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Being done in by you, I feel like a real piece of shit… fuck.”

It felt like he had knelt before Cha Moogyul, and as if that was not enough, his face had been stomped on and crushed by his foot.

‘Ah… completely shattered.’

His core, strained from the guiding, cried out in pain and fatigue. His depleted core was slowly reaching its limit. He could not easily put strength into his arm and leg muscles. Cha Moogyul, deeply intoxicated by the guiding, called Heeheon in a sinister voice.

“Hyung.”

He slowly lifted his head. Their gazes met, and his dark, abyss-like eyes were ominous to the extreme.

“So, you, hyung.”

Heeheon pursed his lips tightly and then bit the inside of his cheek hard.

“From now on, never again.”

“…”

“No… forget it. Let’s continue.”

He was tense, not knowing what harsh and cruel words he would spit out next, but he would never know. Because Cha Moogyul had swallowed his following words and stopped.

He had not finished organizing his thoughts, but Cha Moogyul did not let Heeheon rest for long. With a fierce smile, he once again buried his face in Heeheon’s groin. He kissed the penis again, which had softened and gone limp after ejaculating. At that, the complexion of the exhausted and limp Heeheon turned blue.

“!”

‘Continue?’

He thought it was over, but it seemed that was Baek Heeheon’s delusion alone. The necessary amount of guiding had been performed and his imbalance levels would have returned to the normal range, but Cha Moogyul was still entrusting his body to his impulses. He lightly toyed with the sensitive flesh and lowered his head, burying his tongue in the plump perineum. Heeheon let out a shrill scream.

“Hot, ah!”

He was going crazy from having such a sensitive spot sucked.

He had not even escaped the afterglow of his ejaculation, and yet the inner flesh was stimulated again, and the sharp pleasure pricked his peripheral nerves like a stinging pain. It was absolutely impossible to do any more of this. He had to stop him somehow now.

“No! Stop it, I don’t want to!”

Heeheon twisted his waist and struggled. The semen on his stomach trickled down.

“The guiding is over! It’s all… it’s all over! Don’t do it anymore…!”

Cha Moogyul licked a long path from the perineum to the crack of his buttocks as if paving a road with his tongue. He placed his tongue on the hollowed-out hole and gently coaxed it. Was he lying when he said it was his first time sucking a cock? The man was licking his anus so casually, was it not dirty? Or had he completely lost his mind because of the guiding and could not tell his head from his ass?

Whatever it was, he did not have the mental capacity to think about this and that right now. The top priority was to get Cha Moogyul off him. Pride be damned, he had to get out of this situation by thrashing around and begging, there was no other way. Heeheon pushed Cha Moogyul’s straight forehead with his palm and pulled his ear. He also resisted by flailing his legs wildly.

“Don’t, do it, you bastard! Hngh…! Fuck, you dog-like son of a bitch!”

But Cha Moogyul only curved his eyes into a long crescent, as if enjoying such a struggle. He buried the tip of his nose deep into the soft inner flesh and took the reddish hole into his mouth, mumbling it. The sensation of his lips attaching and the mucous membranes sticking together was horribly good. Meanwhile, his core, which had reached its limit, cried out in fatigue. Even if he twisted his limbs and resisted, his depleting body only trembled weakly.

Heeheon, his whole body trembling, hit Cha Moogyul’s head. His breath was hot, his touch was rough, and the space between his legs was sticky. His lower hole was being opened as if he were rolling around messily in a mudflat to make a path. It was horrifying. He would rather have his limbs cut off or be tortured by him.

Heeheon, having crumpled up and swallowed his humiliation and carnal desire, panted under Cha Moogyul.

“Please, I’m finished now. Cha Moogyul…”

He was begging, but he did not know if he was even listening.

“I’m depleted. I’m empty. I can’t… I can’t do it anymore. It hurts.”

Heeheon continued to push Cha Moogyul away. There was no strength in his arm and leg muscles. He did not know. Why his bottom was being spread open right now. Why his back hole was being fondled by Cha Moogyul. What the hell all this was. Fuck, he did not know anything at all…

“…Hyung.”

Just then, Cha Moogyul, heavily intoxicated by the guiding, lifted his head and called Heeheon languidly. His fingers spread the cheeks of his buttocks and slowly fumbled at the upper part of the wet hole. The joint of his thumb bent and dug in slightly. He entered a little through the tightly closed, red, narrow gap of the mucous membrane.

“Hyung, your hole… is really cute.”

What?

It felt like he had heard some kind of thunderbolt-like bullshit, but he could not be sure.

Because right at that moment, a loud noise rang, striking his eardrums.

Beep, beep, bee-bee-beep!

A page.

As soon as he heard the alarm that struck his eardrums, Heeheon, who had been repeatedly trained, raised his limp upper body as a conditioned reflex.

He was trying to get off the bed somehow, even if it meant squirming and wriggling, but Cha Moogyul grabbed his waist from behind and hugged him.

“Where are you going.”

Heeheon snapped at him fiercely.

“Let go of me!”

His gaze, which had been depleted, consumed, and wavering, was now sharp and cold as if it had been sharpened on a whetstone. Heeheon panted heavily and said firmly.

“It’s an emergency call. I have to go.”

Baek Heeheon was Cha Moogyul’s dedicated guide. The only one who could page him now was Cha Moogyul. But an emergency call was an exception. All personnel had to respond to an emergency call. Any Awakened, immediately.

“…An emergency call, now?”

“Yes. Let go.”

The atmosphere turned icy, as if cold water had been thrown on them. Heeheon clenched his fists tightly.

If he did not let go, it was a situation where he would have to make him let go, even if it meant gritting his teeth and beating him up.

No matter how much Cha Moogyul shook and crushed Baek Heeheon, Baek Heeheon was an Awakened and a guide, so he had to protect the responsibilities and duties that came with it.

‘This is not the time to joke around…’

Perhaps, Heeheon was being punished right now.

Saying he would satisfy his selfish desires with guiding, that it was a chance to have skinship with Cha Moogyul without guilt… In fact, it was Baek Heeheon who had implicitly looked down on and treated guiding with contempt first. It was also Baek Heeheon who had given up and thrown away his original position and duties.

Because of Cha Moogyul. Because he could not stand him. Honestly… he had been swayed.

‘What have I done.’

Throwing away regulations and everything. Not even dressing properly, and in a bedroom like this instead of the guiding room, putting his selfish desires first under the pretext of guiding, and only thinking about kissing Cha Moogyul…

Guiding is not for that.

The mission of an Awakened is not that.

Baek Heeheon had torn down with his own hands the value he had painstakingly built and accumulated here over the past five years.

‘So I deserve to be in this mess right now.’

But, no matter how negligent he had been in his duties, he could not be negligent about an emergency call.