Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 51

“I can’t even dare to think about escaping you. You and, I, I am…”

Perhaps he was already so broken that he was incapable of normal thought. Like a toy with no pride, no ego, that pops out at the push of a button, or a slave that comes running at once at his master’s call, putting everything else aside. Time and again, he reacts to Cha Moogyul, gets swept away, and ends up broken.

“Entangled like this, we will, continue to…”

He gives all of Baek Heeheon to him for a pittance—no, for free—and even as he throws himself into the fires of hell, he still hates the hellfire, crying out that it’s hot.

“I, you, ugh, really, I only have you…”

The truth was, even Baek Heeheon hated this version of himself.

He was in despair.

If he could, he wanted to kill him.

He wanted to kill himself with his own hands, end this life riddled with hardship, and then just disappear from the world.

To the broken Heeheon, Cha Moogyul replied slowly.

“Good boy.”

His hand, which had been painfully prying into his flesh, gently pulled away. He kissed Heeheon’s cheek, as if to praise or soothe him, and helped his prone body sit up. He lifted him up with his legs wrapped around his waist and left the dining room, which was littered with broken shards.

Cha Moogyul, holding Heeheon like a small child, headed somewhere. While being carried, Heeheon was not in his right mind. His body trembled with humiliation from the submission, the degradation, and the waterfall of desperate thoughts.

‘Should I just, really, finally die.’

Should I just kill myself.

I even have a gun.

If so, where should I die?

If Baek Heeheon could choose, Cha Moogyul’s arms would be nice.

To pull the trigger while being held by him.

Should I blow my head off in one go? Or should I aim for the core of my heart and shatter it…

While he was thinking such things, his body was laid down on something. He was so overcome with indignation that he hadn’t even noticed where they were going. Cha Moogyul laid Heeheon down on his own bed on the second floor and gave him a light peck on the lips. Then he said this.

“It’s the same for me.”

The same for me…?

He couldn’t understand the meaning at all.

His low, settling voice sounded like an unreal auditory hallucination.

“I only have you, hyung.”

And his breath caught.

…What?

What does he mean.

‘Am I mistaken, wrong, did I just mishear him…?’

What on earth could it mean, that Cha Moogyul only had Baek Heeheon…

It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up at all. It cannot be explained by any logic.

“It’s not what I wanted, but it ended up that way. So it’s only fair that you suffer the same, hyung.”

Cha Moogyul… Is the person in front of me right now really Cha Moogyul…?

He jerked open the nightstand next to the bed. He lifted the entire drawer and dumped its contents onto Heeheon’s body. Gels and condoms of all kinds fell out in a pile, covering the bed. Heeheon could only watch the scene with wide eyes.

To think he had so many gels and condoms. Why hadn’t he used any yesterday? To make Baek Heeheon’s ass swell up like this, to make it hurt so badly, could it be that he was deliberately punishing him to cause pain…? Or, did he get them and bring them here overnight…?

“Your eyes are going to pop out. What an empty-headed look on your face.”

He let out a few chuckles, opened a bottle of gel, and squeezed the contents onto Heeheon’s lower body. Without controlling the amount, he poured out an entire bottle of gel, which ran down his thighs. The sticky gel was cold, sending a chill down his spine, but he had no time to feel the coldness right now.

“First, I’ll tame you.”

Cha Moogyul opened another bottle of gel. And he poured it all over Heeheon’s lower half again. Heeheon’s thighs trembled slightly as he stared blankly at Cha Moogyul, his face like he had seen a ghost. He felt like an unidentifiable monster.

“Hyung, you get used to taking me first.”

Having squeezed out the second bottle of gel, he spread Heeheon’s legs, which were now completely wet and sticky. Having used both bottles, his groin and the crack of his ass were thoroughly soaked. The wrinkled hole was sopping, and the surface of the red mucous membrane was glistening.

Just like before, he touched the reddish, swollen folds with his index and middle fingers. It stung, but it wasn’t as agonizing as being stabbed with a knife like before.

His fingers pushed deep inside. Coated in a heap of gel, they entered slowly, and compared to the humiliation he had experienced at the dining table, it reached inside much more easily, without pain. He even slightly bent his fingers to immediately rub the spot where Heeheon felt it. He focused on one thick, swollen spot on the inner wall, slathering the inside with gel.

“Heuk, you, what are you…?”

Heeheon, barely gathering his scattering thoughts, asked him. He couldn’t bear not to ask.

“Hm?”

“What do you, m-mean, that you only have me.”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.”

“I don’t understand… No, it doesn’t… It doesn’t make any sense logically.”

It had been five whole years.

Baek Heeheon had lived apart from Cha Moogyul for five years.

And it wasn’t any different before that either. They were brothers in name only; in reality, their relationship was worse than that of strangers. He didn’t have many memories of them even exchanging proper words. Baek Heeheon avoided Cha Moogyul, and Cha Moogyul was always in the center of people’s attention.

There was so little between them that it wouldn’t have been strange if Cha Moogyul had forgotten Baek Heeheon. Only Baek Heeheon had been infatuated with Cha Moogyul, burning with unrequited feelings. The two of them were really, truly, I swear to God, nothing to each other. On the contrary, Baek Heeheon had spent those years desperately trying to ensure that their relationship ended up as nothing.

“Is it that surprising…”

Cha Moogyul murmured languidly as he sluggishly stirred inside him. He habitually brought his lips to Heeheon’s still-trembling leg and pressed a kiss there again.

“Well, it wasn’t easy for me to judge either. Still, I’d like you to focus on this right now.”

He took a bite of the flesh of his thigh. A new, round bite mark was added to the skin already packed with bruises.

“Ahk!”

While gnawing on his thigh, he began to thrust his wrist a little faster. The overflowing gel stuck to his fingers and palm with smacking sounds, and a lewd, squelching noise came from inside the hole.

“I told you. I said your hole is cute, hyung.”

“Heuu… Wait, ah!”

“It’s tiny, but really soft.”

It was strange.

Just a moment ago, it hurt so much he would have screamed at the slightest touch to the inner walls, but now, pleasure was more prominent than pain. A dull, throbbing ache could be felt because the inner flesh was so severely swollen, but Cha Moogyul skillfully stirred his arousal, and eventually, his lower abdomen grew hot. Heeheon’s member was visibly half-erect. Of course, it too was completely drenched in gel, its surface as shiny as if it were coated in sugar.

“You’re desperate for me to thrust here… Baek Heeheon, what are you going to do, being this easy.”

“At! Eung, ah, ah…”

“If some bastard like me were to get his hooks into you like this, you’d fall for him in an instant. That’d be a big problem, wouldn’t it?”

Now his toes were curling. His back arched with every thrust. Heeheon pushed against the sheet with his heels, twisting his torso, then grabbed a pillow, looking for something to hold onto. He turned onto his side, hugged the pillow, and buried his face deep into it.

He wanted to press Cha Moogyul about the meaning of his words, but a moan escaped every time he opened his mouth. In a state where he couldn’t speak properly, Heeheon bit his lip and whimpered. With his face covered by the pillow, it was hard to breathe.

“I can’t sleep at night because I’m so worried about you, hyung.”

Cha Moogyul reached out and snatched the pillow. The white pillow Heeheon had been clinging to like a lifeline flew behind him. His flushed, panting expression was exposed. Heeheon hurriedly covered his face with his elbow. Cha Moogyul grabbed and pinned down Heeheon’s wrists, restricting his freedom so he couldn’t even cover his face with his hands.

“Ha, ah! No, geuk…! Let go.”

“No. Show me your face when you’re coming.”

“I said no, let go…”

“Why don’t you just listen. All you have to do is show me once, but if you resist like that, I’ll keep fucking your ass until you come three times.”

“You… you son of a, son of a bitch…”

“What’s it going to be.”

Heeheon pointlessly jerked his arms. His wrists, held tightly by Cha Moogyul, throbbed. After looking down and rolling his eyes in thought, Heeheon let the strength go out of his body. He let his arms drop and instead hesitantly took Cha Moogyul’s hand. He wasn’t even holding it properly, just barely hooking his index finger around Cha Moogyul’s finger.

“Okay, once…”

Cha Moogyul let out a soft chuckle.

“You’re smart at times like this. What a shame.”