Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 41

“Sleeping with him.”

“Ha… Shit, seriously…”

Cha Moogyul spat out a curse, exhaling roughly. Heeheon could clearly see the veins standing out on his neck as he seethed with rage. Something he had been suppressing deep inside him flared up intensely, as if a spark had lit a flame.

Cha Moogyul violently grabbed Heeheon by the collar. The neat uniform he was wearing crumpled, and the shirt tucked into his pants was pulled up, disheveling it. Heeheon stood on his tiptoes for balance and held onto the front door.

“Ugh, hey…”

“Sometimes I wonder.”

Heeheon narrowed his eyes and looked up at him. He observed Cha Moogyul’s cold expression and ruthless actions, at a loss for what to do.

“Just how far I could break hyung if I really set my mind to it.”

His eyes, having found no answer, finally dropped to the floor. Without another moment to think, Cha Moogyul shoved Heeheon toward the hallway as if throwing him.

“What a shame, really.”

“Ah! Hah…”

“It’s starting to get disappointing. That you still don’t realize what a state I’m in.”

Heeheon quickly put his arms down to break his fall, but he ended up tumbling forward, sliding across the marble floor. He had nearly smashed his face. From behind the fallen Heeheon, Cha Moogyul muttered grimly.

“Should I just end it?”

As the fallen Heeheon tried to get up, a blue light shot out from Cha Moogyul.

Crack-zzzt, Cha Moogyul’s psychic power manifested, pinning Heeheon’s torso to the floor. With his arms twisted, Heeheon collapsed helplessly. His psychokinesis pressed down on Heeheon’s entire body, and it felt as if a boulder had been placed on his chest. Heeheon’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

“You, ugh! What do you think you’re doing…!”

His hat and one of his slipped-off dress shoes rolled across the hallway floor. The more Heeheon struggled to get up, the stronger the crushing force became. It felt as if he would be pulverized.

“Hahh… Cha Moogyul, get this, off…”

“Why do I feel so fucking shitty…”

Heeheon clawed at the floor in agony. Cha Moogyul looked down on it all but showed no particular reaction. He leisurely took off his shoes, approached, and knelt on one knee at the feet of the struggling Heeheon. Then, kindly enough, he took off Heeheon’s other shoe for him, as he was unable to get up from his sprawled position.

“Do you get it? I feel fucking shitty. So much so that I just want to act like a son of a bitch.”

He picked up the other shoe that was rolling on the floor and placed it neatly at the entrance. Then he reached for Heeheon again and began to unbutton his horribly crumpled uniform jacket, one by one. Plink, plink. Pinned by the psychic power and unable to escape, Heeheon could do nothing but stare at Cha Moogyul with bloodshot eyes.

Only then did a sudden sense of crisis hit him.

He thought that perhaps Cha Moogyul had been going easy on Baek Heeheon all this time, just as he’d said. If Cha Moogyul, an esper, pinned him down with his powers like this, Heeheon had no way to resist. He would become nothing more than a helpless piece of meat. He had trained consistently and hadn’t neglected his physical fitness. But all that effort was completely useless. If Cha Moogyul decided to, Baek Heeheon would be reduced to mere prey.

“…Don’t.”

Heeheon’s lips trembled as he tried to stop him. All the buttons on his uniform jacket were undone, and now it was the turn of the shirt he wore underneath. No way, he thought, but Cha Moogyul didn’t stop. He unfastened the buttons of the white shirt as well, at a steady plink, plink rhythm.

“I said don’t… What did I do that was so wrong?”

It was confusing, bewildering, and simply driving him mad. Heeheon scraped the floor with his heels, his legs twitching.

“Cha Moogyul, we, sh… Things haven’t been bad between us lately. You said you’d follow the regulations from now on. That you’d stick to the rules and principles and not cross any more lines!”

“Yeah, I did.”

“I really don’t get you. Why are you suddenly being like this?”

With the shirt also unbuttoned, it fell open to both sides.

Cha Moogyul exposed Heeheon’s chest and watched him squirm with an obsessive gaze, as if engraving the sight into his eyes. His expression was still hard, his eyes merciless. He looked as if he could easily break Heeheon whenever he chose to.

“I was planning to just watch for a while, but it’s not going as I’d hoped.”

“Stop it. Hey…”

“It’s always like this. Whenever you’re involved, Baek Heeheon, nothing ever goes my way.”

The moment Cha Moogyul placed his palm on Heeheon’s bare, exposed chest, their cores resonated, and they connected. His hand slowly slid down the center of Heeheon’s body, moving ever lower. From his chest to his solar plexus, his stomach, and then further down. Heeheon flinched and shook his head.

“Stop…! I’m never going to guide you like this again. Do it according to the regulations! If not, I won’t do it.”

“How frustrating. Do you really think I’m doing this to get guided right now…?”

“What? What is it then…”

“To continue.”

Continue?

“What we stopped before.”

His hand stopped on Heeheon’s lower abdomen, and he pressed down slightly with his fingertips. As if to inform him that this was his target. Then he moved his hand again and began to unbuckle Heeheon’s belt. Now it was time for his pants to come off. Finally realizing what Cha Moogyul intended to do, Heeheon turned pale as a sheet. He called out his name in a shrill voice.

“Cha Moogyul, Cha Moogyul!”

Not for guiding? Then what the hell for?

He thought it made no sense at all. How did this happen, why again? So suddenly? Without any explanation or even a warning…?

Cha Moogyul let his desperate cries go in one ear and out the other as he unfastened Heeheon’s fly and pulled off his uniform pants. He grabbed Heeheon’s struggling feet one by one, pulled off his socks, and finally, even the last remaining briefs were dragged down and removed from Heeheon’s body. Now, the only thing he wore was the dog tag around his neck. Heeheon thrashed violently, so utterly horrified it felt like he might have a heart attack.

“Hyung, do you have experience?”

He grabbed Heeheon’s legs and pushed them down. Heeheon’s waist bent and his hips lifted, revealing his white buttocks completely.

“I’m asking if you’ve ever taken a cock up your ass.”

“Ugh, uhh…”

“Many times?”

Dumbfounded, Heeheon shook his head frantically. He gasped in terror.

“Then how many times?”

Why. Why is he doing this. Why is Cha Moogyul…

Is he tormenting me? Because he feels shitty, to act like a son of a bitch, or is it just…

<Must be true then.>

<Perverted bastard.>

Because Cha Moogyul is a pervert…?

Heeheon, constantly trying to lift his body, which was being crushed by the psychic power, answered in shame.

“N-no, never.”

“Not even once?”

“That’s right, you, you son of a bitch…”

“Aren’t you lying? I heard you like men. Sung Ahwon was looking at you with eyes full of lust.”

“Don’t talk nonsense! I told you it wasn’t like that, why do you keep bringing that up?”

“Because he’s not the only one. Pretty much every esper cranes their neck and stares at you like they’re about to pounce whenever you pass by.”

Cha Moogyul grabbed one of Heeheon’s butt cheeks, squeezing and groping it as he pleased. The soft flesh was squashed, spilling a little between his long fingers. It was truly maddening. As if that wasn’t enough, Cha Moogyul even started to pat Heeheon’s buttocks. He wasn’t hitting him with much force, but being stripped naked in the hallway and bent over at the waist made it feel like he was being scolded with spanks on his rear.

“Every time I see them, I wonder if I should just kill them.”

“Ugh, uhh…”

“Anyway, well… It doesn’t seem like things will get any better by putting it on hold.”

His palm cupped the flesh of Heeheon’s ass with every touch. At first, he seemed to be tapping lightly with no force, but at some point, he added more power to his hand, spanking him hard enough to hurt a little.

“I’m thinking I should just do it.”

In that moment, smack, Cha Moogyul slapped his ass painfully. Heeheon’s back tensed with a flinch.

“Hahk…!”

His striking hand felt like a whip. A stinging pain crawled up his spine. Even after smacking Heeheon’s butt hard, Cha Moogyul muttered calmly.

“I don’t believe it, but well… Since you say it’s your first time, hyung, shall I take you to bed?”

Cha Moogyul covered the flushed cheek with his large palm and slowly caressed it. Every time he stroked the painfully heated skin, Heeheon felt his senses grow twice as sensitive.

“What do you think, hyung?”

“Wh-what… I don’t want to…”

“You don’t want to? You want me to screw you right here?”

“No, no…”

Crazy bastard. Perverted bastard. There’s no getting through to him.

Cha Moogyul spanked Heeheon again. He hit one butt cheek, then the other, then even his thighs. He hadn’t hit him many times, but his pale white skin was already flushed bright red, looking like it might burst. His chest, pressed down hard by the blue psychic power, ached as if his ribs were about to break. Heeheon, who had been clawing at the floor and twisting his waist, composed his agonized gasps and barely managed to squeeze out his voice.

“…Cha Moogyul, are you, really, going to do it…?”

The voice that came out was trembling so wretchedly that even he could hear it. He couldn’t help it. It felt like time around him had stopped, that he was trapped in eternity. All his nerves were on high alert, making every sensation feel dozens of times stronger and clearer than usual.

He let out a long, languid breath.

“Haah… Hyung, you still don’t seem to know me at all. At this point, did you really expect that I’d let you go?”