Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 69

It felt like he had been unconscious for a few seconds.

As the muscles in his body relaxed, he felt a sensation like his bladder emptying and water draining from his lower body. Startled, Heeheon jolted his thighs and came to his senses, only to find his core, which had been toyed with in Cha Moogyul’s hand, was gushing out water.

“Ah.”

Crazy, crazy, oh my god…!

Suddenly frightened, Heeheon’s face went deathly pale as he urgently tensed his lower abdomen. He tried to hold in his urine, but he couldn’t stop the stream that had already started. Water gushed out, soaking Heeheon’s stomach, chest, and even his face.

Just like that, Heeheon fell into a panic.

Amid the shame, mortification, and despair, he couldn’t help but be horrified by the fact that Cha Moogyul was still thrusting into him from behind with his penis.

“Eu-heuk, kkeu…, no, stop, no, aaack…!”

Every time Cha Moogyul drove his penis deep inside Heeheon, water shot out from his urethra. Heeheon’s body and face, and even the sofa, became completely drenched and soiled. But, strangely, it didn’t have the musty smell of urine and was clear and colorless. In any case, Heeheon was in no state to distinguish or care about such things, so he just thought he had had an accident while he was unconscious.

As an adult, as a member of society, to have lost control of his own bladder and peed himself—he couldn’t lift his face from the shame and embarrassment. Heeheon, his face flushed red to the tips of his ears like a ripe peach, couldn’t even breathe properly, letting out choked sobs and turning his head away. The squirted water that had landed on his face trickled by his eyes, making it look as if he were crying.

“Is it that unpleasant.”

“Heu-ah… Please, it’s disgusting! No more, eu-geu, stop it…!”

“Idiot.”

Cha Moogyul pressed his lips to Heeheon’s soaked face. He sucked up the water that had spilled as he kissed him and, like a new habit, repeatedly swept his hair behind his ear. The two men’s tautly tensed muscles, the spilled bodily fluids, and the rough kisses all mixed together into a muddy mess.

Cha Moogyul shot his semen into Heeheon’s deepest parts and then continued to ram his penis into him without rest. He acted as if he couldn’t possibly leave Baek Heeheon alone otherwise. Heeheon’s rear was swollen and raw, his mind was gone, and he let go of his hazy consciousness, feeling shame and pleasure at the same time.

He was ravaged harshly by Cha Moogyul like that all night long. He fainted and woke up several times. When he opened his eyes at one point, he was kissing him, and the next time he woke up, his chest was being sucked on by him. Cha Moogyul tried to monopolize and possess every single part of Baek Heeheon’s entire body, his skin, his body hair, leaving no corner untouched.

There was no point on Baek Heeheon’s entire body, not even the hole drilled deep into the bottom of his heart, that he did not reach. Filled to the brim with what he had received, he felt tight and burdensomely swollen, about to burst.

After that. When he fully opened his eyes, the cleanup was already finished, as if nothing had happened.

‘…Eugh.’

Waking from his sleep, Heeheon slowly opened his dry eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling. The high ceiling was clean and stylish, and dazzling natural light shone through a slightly open curtain. The sweltering heat seemed to have passed as the end of summer was over, and the indoor temperature was much cooler. It was a crisp autumn.

‘Wait.’

Then, a sudden thought struck him, and he hurriedly threw off the blanket and sat up.

This was a bedroom. Baek Heeheon’s bedroom.

That is to say, the bedroom of that house in the special residential district, not the general residential district.

‘What. When did I cross the boundary wall?’

How did he get back?

Did they put him in a car and move him while he was asleep, or did they use some kind of drug to make him lose consciousness and move him, or if not that… he didn’t know. How were the tight schedules left in the general residential district wrapped up? As he was thinking, an indescribable anxiety brushed past him.

‘Ah.’

Heeheon reflexively reached out and felt his own nape first.

A leash.

He was afraid that a leash might really be fastened around his neck.

His palm touched warm skin, and next, he felt the dog tag identification necklace. Should he call it a relief, there was nothing else around Heeheon’s neck. Moreover, he was properly dressed in a thin, neat pajama set.

“Did you sleep well?”

He wasn’t tied up. Instead, he was there.

Heeheon flinched and turned his head to confirm his presence. An unfamiliar white armchair had been placed at the head of the bed, and Cha Moogyul, wearing a robe, was sitting there flipping through a file. He let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Or maybe not. You were talking in your sleep like you were having a nightmare.”

“…Cha Moogyul.”

“I was about to wake you but decided against it. Since I’m probably more of a nightmare to you, hyung.”

“…”

His gaze watching Heeheon was exceedingly dark, and behind his firm, cold, jet-black pupils, a glimpse of his hidden, veiled inner thoughts could be seen. Before, he wouldn’t have even been able to approach, but now, precariously, it felt as if Cha Moogyul was faintly caught on his fingertips like a thread.

“There are two things I need to tell you. Which one do you want to hear first?”

“…What are they.”

“One is a duty. The other is a notice.”

Hah…

It really is a nightmare.

Heeheon covered his brow bone with his hand and swiped it down, replying drily.

“The notice first.”

Might as well get the beating over with. He had no energy to grab Cha Moogyul and demand what had happened, and seeing the word ‘notice’, it seemed he had decided and executed something on his own again.

“Your cell phone. I’m taking it back. Don’t contact the main house from now on. I also appropriately disposed of the promotion gift your father sent.”

“Why would you do that on your own.”

“It’s just a Constantine watch. Do you want it?”

Cha Moogyul’s straight eyebrows furrowed slightly. He must have known that Heeheon wasn’t doing this just because he was attached to the watch.

“If you covet it, I’ll buy the whole store and gift it to you.”

And Heeheon also knew that he wasn’t doing this just to take away the watch. He guessed the intention was to sever his ties to the main family.

Because to completely pull Baek Heeheon out of the shackles of being a legal brother, the frame of family, and the relationship of being his mother’s son, and to monopolize him, that was the only way.

“…Forget it. There’s no need to waste money unnecessarily.”

Heeheon sighed inwardly. He didn’t particularly covet the watch, and in fact, he needed time to sort out his thoughts right now. Even if he could contact the main house, he felt lost about what to do. He had nothing appropriate to say to his mother, and Mister Kwon Il no longer seemed to be the person Heeheon had known.

Besides, Heeheon had one other problem left. He calmly added another question to him.

“What’s the duty.”

In fact, funnily enough, he already had an inkling.

A duty.

Duty…

As expected, the very answer he had anticipated came from him.

“Guiding.”

Cha Moogyul’s unique, deep, sensual, low-pitched voice struck his eardrums bluntly, and Heeheon let out a deflated, hollow laugh and dropped his head low.

‘Hah… of course.’

It was about that time.

“Guiding, right, guiding…”

Heeheon muttered self-deprecatingly. To have to guide Cha Moogyul even in the midst of this. It was absurd. This situation. And at the same time, it couldn’t be more cruel.

To be completely honest, Baek Heeheon’s heart was in tatters.

He felt hopeless, sorrowful, resentful, and when he thought of his mother, he felt so frustrated he could go mad. The affection he had for Cha Moogyul, which he had deceived himself into thinking was hatred, had now half-transformed into real hatred, stabbing him like sharp thorns, leaving his chest a bloody, hole-ridden honeycomb. He had even attempted suicide with the thought of giving up everything, and had even desperately screamed at Cha Moogyul to just abandon him.

‘And yet.’

Because of Cha Moogyul.

Because of that dreadful, inescapable, fucking bastard…

He felt the urge to struggle desperately like a bug and try again.

<I said I’m smitten. With you, hyung.>

<Hyung, you live, with me.>

Just one more time.

<Even if you’re miserable, pour it out on me, and even if you’re angry, take it out on me. I’ll take it.>

For the first and last time…

<I won’t ever, run away again.>

<I won’t ever try to run from you again…>

Should I try standing up to Cha Moogyul,

Should I try pouring out all of Baek Heeheon as he is to him,

Such extreme and impulsive thoughts well up.

Since everywhere he steps is a desolate ruin anyway.

Baek Heeheon’s life had been completely crumbled and destroyed by Cha Moogyul, just as the inauspicious premonition he had at first sight, and it could never be restored. He couldn’t run from him, couldn’t take his own life, and couldn’t take back the exposed immorality and undo it. If so, wouldn’t it be okay to just scratch everything until it burst at the very end?

Would that, perhaps, shake Cha Moogyul?

Would he even bat an eye then?

Well, who knows…