Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 71

Cha Moogyul threaded Heeheon’s arm through the sleeve of the garment. The stiff, black uniform made of a special material covered his skin, and the zipper was pulled up by his touch.

“Hmm? Or would it be better if you just went around undressed like that?”

“…”

At a loss for words, Heeheon went along with his strange game of dressing him, unable to guess what he was thinking. Was this care? An expression of interest? Or just obsession? Surveillance? Possessiveness? A desire for control? Cha Moogyul was distressing, cruel, and just… Heeheon had no idea how to take him.

“…Why do you keep threatening me? Can’t you fix that damn way you talk?”

“It’s because every time you reject me, hyung, I get angry.”

“I’m allowed to reject you.”

“True. That’s how it is… but I hate that beyond measure.”

Cha Moogyul personally changed Heeheon’s clothes and even fastened the belt tightly around his waist. As he adjusted the fit of the clothes to make them look good, he whispered to Heeheon in a passing remark.

“As you can see, I can’t stand it anymore.”

Next, he went out to the entrance, had Heeheon stand there, and even tied his combat boot laces himself. While tying the laces tightly and securely in the way Heeheon preferred, he made a suspicious comment like, ‘If they’re too loose, shall I tighten them more?’ Heeheon replied, ‘That’s enough…’ and felt a little bit of self-loathing.

Following that, they went into the annex’s guiding room together, sat in chairs facing each other, and then conducted a routine guiding session, as always.

Cha Moogyul extended his thick-knuckled fingers toward Heeheon’s lips, and Heeheon, bracing himself, took a slow, deep breath and opened his mouth, offering the inner mucous membrane.

“Ugh.”

His two fingers, the index and middle, slid in familiarly and made contact.

The inside of his mouth stung as soon as they touched. The entire interior was swollen and raw, and it hurt even when he pressed lightly.

“It’s all swollen. Inside.”

“Hh…”

“Looks like you had a hard time swallowing my stuff.”

This was just short of outright teasing.

Heeheon shot a sharp glare at Cha Moogyul. Receiving the reproachful look, Cha Moogyul flashed an unnervingly surreal and bewitching smile and whispered.

“You should have just rested. Being disobedient and stubborn.”

“…Shuddup. Jus’ concentrate.”

Heeheon tried to ignore his words ringing in his ears and focused solely on the core in his chest. As Heeheon’s core, embedded in his heart, connected with him and resonated, a fine tremor slowly spread its domain from the extremities to the deep interior.

Guiding was strenuous labor that required consuming the guide’s core, and performing it in such a mentally and physically exhausted state was an even greater risk. To make matters worse, there was also a grade difference with Cha Moogyul.

Heeheon’s sore throat bobbed as he grimaced. He had been prepared for it, but the guiding felt dozens of times more arduous than usual. The black imbalance clinging to Cha Moogyul’s entire body, centered on his core, was harder to approach and did not unravel easily. The closer he got, the more it was like a dense, completely blocked wall that was difficult to enter, and it was excessively taxing to break down and resolve. Naturally, progress was slow.

‘Ugh…’

Beads of sweat formed on Heeheon’s forehead, and his pale face grew even paler. He moved his dry lips and focused his mind once more, fiercely and strongly.

Even if it was hard, he had to do it. No, he wanted to do it.

Because this was the duty given to Baek Heeheon, his responsibility, the one square foot of ground he barely had a foothold on.

He had thought of dying in his extreme state and had asked Cha Moogyul to abandon him, but in the end, he writhed again, conflicted by the impulse to struggle with all his might. It was a precarious hesitation, one that seemed like it could vanish at any moment.

Should he try to stand up to Cha Moogyul just once? Should he pour out everything Baek Heeheon was, for the first and last time? While he was having such thoughts, he could not afford to be neglectful in guiding Cha Moogyul.

So, in a sense, what it meant was that Baek Heeheon really wanted to do well.

He wanted to succeed and gain the self-assurance that he was not Cha Moogyul’s cum-dump toilet.

Only then did he feel he could confront him, stand up to him, and let it all out.

Human psychology is ambiguous, but guiding is clear.

‘Gasp, it’s agonizing…’

His head was spinning, making him dizzy, and he felt as weary as if someone had beaten him with a club. He was in a situation where he had to forcibly squeeze his core in his chest to continue the guiding. Beads of sweat that had formed on Heeheon’s cheeks dripped down, and his once-pale face was now flushed red from the effort.

Cha Moogyul was considerably aroused as well. His eyes, colored with a distinct craving for the guiding, blatantly pursued Heeheon. It must have been difficult for him to bear, too. He was undoubtedly suppressing the instinct to pounce on Baek Heeheon at any moment and greedily devour as much guiding as he needed.

‘Still, just a little more. It’s almost…’

Heeheon’s brows furrowed with difficulty, and he bit down deeply on Cha Moogyul’s fingers in his mouth. He tried not to bite, but it didn’t go as he wished. He gnawed on him and did his best to complete the guiding assigned to him to the very end. His core, which he had squeezed and whipped with all his might, cried out in pain and informed him that it would soon be depleted.

‘Ha, for my core to be exhausted this quickly.’

Was this proof that his physical condition was just that terrible?

Or…

‘It must just be a natural change. As Cha Moogyul matures as an esper, my guiding is bound to become more and more taxing.’

Just as autumn comes after summer, the season of scorching ecstasy was setting, and the season where the fruit ripens and is perfected was arriving.

He hadn’t felt the change much because he had grown used to it, but in truth, the grade difference between Cha Moogyul and Baek Heeheon had been widening continuously from the start. Inevitably, a day would come when he could no longer handle him.

‘Still, for now, I can do it.’

Heeheon’s face was soon drenched in a cold sweat. His breathing was labored, and his eyelashes trembled. Because of the pain that was slowly setting in his chest, his shoulders curled inward as if to protect his core.

Then, suddenly, Cha Moogyul yanked his fingers out of Heeheon’s mouth in one swift motion. He paid no mind to them scraping against Heeheon’s front teeth and broke contact.

“Stop.”

…What.

The guiding was interrupted.

Heeheon reflexively jerked his head up and looked at him. In his blurry vision, Cha Moogyul’s face looked hazy and distorted, as if seen through a fog.

“What kind of guiding do you think you can do in that state?”

Heeheon, catching his ragged breath that had already risen to his chin, shook his head.

“Hh… Give me your hand again. There’s just a little left. It’s almost done.”

“Are you planning to collapse as soon as it’s finished, then?”

“Don’t underestimate me. I can handle this much just fine, and situations worse than this happen frequently out in the field. Give it back.”

Heeheon grabbed Cha Moogyul’s wrist and pulled. There wasn’t much left until the guiding was complete, and with his core depletion being a matter of time, he had no time to bicker with Cha Moogyul like this.

He tried to put Cha Moogyul’s wet fingers back in his mouth, but Cha Moogyul flexed his forearm and pulled it back. Heeheon’s urgent expression twisted. With depletion imminent, there was no strength in his limbs, so it would be useless to try to overpower him.

“Cha Moogyul! What is wrong with you?”

He couldn’t understand at all.

If anything, Cha Moogyul should have been the one feeling a cloying craving for guiding. So why would he refuse it? Could it be that he was worried Baek Heeheon would actually collapse? If he was going to pour out such sentiments of pity so late, then why the hell did he mercilessly rape him until he pissed—or whatever that water-like stuff was—all over himself? And even after that, he didn’t forgive him and kept fucking him all night.

“Hey… this isn’t the time to drag this out. I’m about to be depleted, so we have to finish this quickly, right now.”

“I said no. Hyung, don’t make me repeat the same thing over and over. Stop the guiding right now and go lie down and sleep.”

“You! Then what about your imbalance?”

Heeheon abruptly stood up from the steel chair. With a weak arm, he gripped Cha Moogyul’s wrist and clenched his jaw hard in frustration born from the urgency.

“Are you going to call for an emergency guide from the Center instead of me?”

“…What?”

Cha Moogyul asked back as if he were dumbfounded.

His feverish and intense eyes, the eyes of a desperate esper craving guiding, glared at Baek Heeheon fiercely enough to tear him apart. A vein momentarily bulged on his straight neck as he controlled his arousal with a long breath. Having endured the crisis, Cha Moogyul replied in a low voice.

“Baek Heeheon. Nothing major will happen just from neglecting this much imbalance. At most, the side effects will be tinnitus or dizziness.”

“That’s what you think…”

It seemed Cha Moogyul thought he could bend or break the Center’s regulations or the military’s system as he pleased at any time, but Baek Heeheon could not.

“There’s a risk of rampage. All espers must receive the necessary guiding when it’s needed. There are no exceptions.”