Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 50

“You don’t like me seeing it? What you should be worrying about right now isn’t something like that.”

Cha Moogyul leisurely lowered his hand. He immediately unfastened the buckle on the cotton pants Heeheon was wearing, then, as if to show him, he slowly pulled down the zipper. Zzzzip, zzzzip, Heeheon’s fly gradually opened.

“Don’t be surprised even if you get fucked on the dining table. It’s not the first time anymore. No need to take you to the bed, right?”

“Wait. Don’t. You, I mean, why are you… to me…”

“Who knows. I can’t take it anymore. I was being considerate in my own way, even now. I washed you, dressed you, and fed you. Just give up.”

Cha Moogyul uttered the words “give up” again.

With eyes as cold as frost, he stared at Heeheon and pulled off his pants. The clothing, along with his briefs, slid down past his knees. The movement was so slow it seemed to be in slow motion.

“What you have to do. Give up. Just that one thing. I already told you the answer, so why can’t you do it? Is even that difficult?”

Stained by a powerful shock, Heeheon stammered miserably. It felt as if his blood was boiling and the hair on his head was standing on end. The hot emotions surging up from his chest shook Heeheon to the core.

“So what you’re saying is, it’s not because of guiding… you want to grab me and break me, so you’re telling me to give up everything and let you fuck me as much as you want, is that what you meant? You… you wanted to do that… with me?”

“Yeah. Was it difficult?”

“…”

Heeheon panted, breathing heavily and raggedly. Between his legs, the traces of the previous night’s excitement were clearly visible. His body, covered in bruises and handprints, didn’t seem like his own.

Cha Moogyul’s large palm pressed against Heeheon’s skin and swept over it. It was as if he were tracing each and every mark he had made, rubbing them and looking on with satisfaction. He touched the shape of his protruding hip bone, stroked down the back of his thigh, and then grabbed the piece of flesh nestled between his legs. Just as he had done in the bed bathed in the morning sun a little while ago, he casually caressed Heeheon’s member as if playing with it.

He stroked down the shaft, then held it lightly in his hand and rummaged the sensitive area around the urethral opening with his thumb. He rubbed it in a circular motion, then dug his nail in. Heeheon was now beyond panting; he had started to hiccup.

<Have you not considered the simple thought that I’m attracted to you?>

<Every time you avoid my gaze, I want to choke that slender neck of yours.>

<Do you get it now? Just how much of an asshole I can be.>

“Ah-eut… Hicc.”

Even though he didn’t want to feel it, his body reacted to his touch, and his soft cock gradually grew in size within his hand. It was shameful to have the process so starkly revealed. Heeheon chewed on the inside of his mouth, mulling it over and over. Finally, a trembling voice escaped him.

“Alright… Ugh, I get it now, Cha Moogyul, that you are a seriously, genuinely, crazy bastard. I don’t know why you’re doing this to me, why you’ve specifically targeted me…”

At those words, Cha Moogyul fiercely scratched at the foreskin, as if toying with him. The spot where his nail had passed instantly turned red.

“Aah!”

“Of course, it has to be you. Who else would there be.”

It hurt. It felt like the skin would peel off.

When Heeheon resisted by kicking his knees, he lifted Heeheon’s legs one by one and wrapped them around his own waist. He could feel the smooth texture of the gown he was wearing on his calves. The satin material felt like it was sliding against his skin.

“Why me, it doesn’t make sense!”

Heeheon cried out in pain.

“I admit I avoided you a bit, but it’s abnormal to be so unusually obsessed over it, and besides, you and I were apart for five years already… five whole years.”

“And?”

“It’s all in the past. We were young back then, and it’s not like it was a big deal for kids to be like that…”

“It wasn’t a big deal?”

Cha Moogyul cut him off firmly. At the same time, the hand that had been touching Heeheon’s member also paused for a moment.

His exquisitely sculpted eyes curved deeply, revealing an unreadable emotion.

“That only applies to you. It wasn’t like that for me.”

It wasn’t like that…?

“Why…”

“Haha, you want to dig up all the old stories here?”

Cha Moogyul raised his index and middle fingers and stroked down the shaft of his cock. As if to memorize every single one of Heeheon’s erogenous zones, he traced the entire surface of his skin—the side of the shaft, the base, the bulging sacs, and even the perineum.

“I have no intention of blabbering on about every little detail of some moldy old reason. Hearing it won’t change anyone’s situation.”

“…”

“I definitely gave you a chance.”

Wherever he touched, a tingling sensation shot through him. He only now realized that the excitement from the previous night had not yet faded from his body.

“I provided enough time for you to set things right.”

His fingers brushed over the swollen wrinkles. Despite having applied medicine, the mucous membrane was severely swollen and raw.

“Twice, at that. While putting it on hold…”

“Ah, ah!”

“I’m fucking, being too soft on you. You weren’t even worth holding back for.”

Two fingers stacked together pushed their way into the swollen hole. The inside was completely swollen as well, and a stinging pain erupted wherever his fingers touched. Heeheon’s face turned deathly pale. Just two fingers were already so painful it felt like the mucous membrane would tear off; he thought he might pass out from the pain immediately if Moogyul were to shove his weapon-like horse cock inside.

“Nngh, wait, just a second… My back really hurts.”

“I see. It does look painful. It’s bright red.”

Cha Moogyul smiled languidly, his lips curving. It was his bewitching smile. With that enchanting smile on his face, he mercilessly reamed Heeheon’s hole.

“At this rate, it’ll tear as soon as I put my dick in.”

“Heuak! Ah-eut.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Don’t…! It feels like I’m being stabbed with a knife. Really, kkeueu.”

“Then beg me. Cling to me.”

Cha Moogyul looked down at Heeheon and calmly reasoned with him. Heeheon’s face was reflected in his jet-black pupils. His panting face was a mess. He bent his knuckles inside and urged him once more.

“Act a little spoiled with me.”

“What…? What kind of spoiled…”

“Say you’ll give up. Say you’ll live entangled with me like this. That you won’t even dare to think of escaping, that you’ll never be apart from me again.”

“…”

“Hyung, just say you only have me.”

Th-this crazy bastard. Son of a bitch.

What in the world was wrong with Cha Moogyul? Why was he repeatedly, suddenly, acting like this?

He was genuinely trying to grab hold of Baek Heeheon and break him. It wasn’t because of guiding. Now, without any room for confusion, his purpose was conveyed with absolute clarity. However, he was still just confused as to how, of all people, his obsession came to be poured onto Baek Heeheon. No matter how much he replayed the past in his mind, he couldn’t pinpoint any past event that could have made him so violent.

Then again, for now, just as he said, it was not the time to focus on some moldy old story. Doing so wouldn’t change Heeheon’s situation either.

‘Why, endlessly…’

At this point, wasn’t life being too cruel to Heeheon?

‘Please stop. Please.’

He had just barely managed to pull himself together.

That to Cha Moogyul, Baek Heeheon was nothing, that the first time was no big deal, that Baek Heeheon was just his guide, that he shouldn’t expect anything or be disheartened… He had been telling himself that, but now, faced with this unexpectedly waterfall-like downpour of his hidden dark side, a glimmer of hope, the question of ‘what if,’ was rising up once again.

‘Am I dreaming a futile dream again? As if I mean something special to Cha Moogyul?’

Expecting a moment to be an eternity.

Expecting his heart to be, even in part, the same as his own.

Expecting that Cha Moogyul, like Baek Heeheon, also wanted him…

Getting drawn in alone. Getting swept away alone. Liking him alone. Failing alone. Endlessly. Like the perpetuity of time…

‘It’s hard for me too. Really…’

He wanted to stop this futile act. But, if Cha Moogyul gave him an opening by talking like this, Baek Heeheon would, disgustingly and damnably, end up being swayed by him again. It was miserable and hollow. It was fucked up to be endlessly consumed by a dark affection that would never be reciprocated, and it was idiotic of him to feel a glimmer of hope in his words even in a situation like this and interpret them in a way that suited him.

Heeheon squeezed out a strained voice. His curved eyebrows and flushed face were pitiful and sorrowful.

“I… only have you.”

As the words left his own mouth, he choked up. It was servile. He was truly no different from an insect. He had just said he wanted to choke Baek Heeheon’s neck, break his legs, and even punch him in the face. Despite being thoroughly detested, he ended up getting swept away now that Moogyul was pouring out such heavy, venomous emotions and obsession solely onto him.

He resented Cha Moogyul, and his anger boiled over. And just as much, he was so angry at himself for clinging to him even to this extent that he felt like he would go insane.

Just how far did Heeheon have to be driven into the ground and shattered?