Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 83

Wherever the immense ability passed, a dazzling halo of light spread. The creatures filling the city were electrocuted, their limbs trembling as they collapsed in a domino effect.

Where his power reached, there was brilliant light, but where he had passed, there was only darkness.

The creatures, unable to even let out a death cry, were burned black and died, and the city, robbed of its electricity, suffered a blackout and was shrouded in pitch-black darkness.

Cha Moogyul was like a god who ruled over light and darkness, life and death. Dominating the sky and hurling down thunderbolts… he was far beyond the realm of human power.

Like a tidal wave of lightning he had created, its range expanded in an instant, and the countless creatures were all swept up as if devoured by it. Those that desperately tried to escape attempted to cross the barrier, but there was no way they could flee from Cha Moogyul. Baek Heeheon, who had experienced it firsthand, knew this better than anyone else.

Finally, the view opened up.

Cha Moogyul, who had poured all his strength up to the front line established by the Awakened, dispersed his ability. The ability that had covered the entire world in white slowly receded, and the light gradually dimmed.

For a while, silence fell upon the blacked-out area of the 3rd Residential District.

Now that Cha Moogyul’s power had been withdrawn, all that remained in this land were the endlessly scattered and piled-up corpses of creatures that had met their death, and a silent darkness.

“…”

Heeheon dazedly let go of the controls and stood up. He lifted his goggles and watched the miraculous sight unfolding before him with his naked eyes.

He felt dazed. And overwhelmed.

Baek Heeheon’s core, the core in his chest that resonated with Cha Moogyul’s core, was ringing and crying out as if it would go mad. A powerful current surged through his chest, as if it were practically screaming. Heeheon wanted to grasp that intense thrill somehow.

It felt as if he could offer anything he had if only he could preserve this moment, seize it, and keep it forever.

But.

“Hoo.”

A sigh-like breath escaped from him. His head tilted back, his expression was dim. His disheveled hair obscured his vision, and his chiseled face, like a marble sculpture, wavered.

Bloodshot eyes.

Beneath his clouded black pupils, a single red streak trickled down.

Blood, tears of blood, fell, running down Cha Moogyul’s handsome cheek.

“…!”

Horrified, Heeheon, without a second thought, threw off the goggles he had been using to communicate with headquarters and ran to him.

Suddenly, the image of the screaming Captain Seong flashed by. His dark eyes. The black spots that had appeared on his neck. Rampage.

If by any chance Cha Moogyul were to rampage.

Then.

Heeheon rushed over and grabbed Cha Moogyul with both arms, pulling him into a tight embrace. In his panic, he couldn’t see anything else. He tried to feel his handsome face with his hands, but realizing he was wearing gloves, he cursed and tore them off with his teeth.

‘No.’

Rampage. Not that. Never.

‘No.’

Heeheon gripped his smooth cheek, like that of a protagonist in a black-and-white classic film. Skin touched skin. If he was on the verge of rampaging, he had to stop him, even if it meant pouring out all his guiding. But Cha Moogyul, even while bleeding from his eyes, just muttered nonchalantly.

“So flustered…”

Heeheon wiped away the blood flowing down his cheek with his palm. No matter how much he wiped, the blood flowing from his eyes wouldn’t stop. As the bleeding worsened, Heeheon’s expression crumpled. He panted, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. He felt like he was about to hyperventilate.

“I, I, I told you not to overdo it!”

“I wouldn’t do something like that.”

Thank heavens, the nape of his neck visible through his collar was clean. Even after checking again and again, there were no black spots, the telltale sign of an impending rampage. He had accumulated an imbalance from overusing his ability, but it seemed he had stopped just short of being consumed and rampaging, merely ending with bleeding.

“If you rampage…”

“Not a chance. I controlled it.”

Controlled? If it were that simple, would rampage accidents even happen? Why did other espers struggle so much?

Heeheon checked again and again, continuously diagnosing Cha Moogyul’s condition.

But it was as he said. He needed guiding, but he wasn’t about to rampage; he had settled into an absurdly exquisite and perfect state.

“What kind of resignation is as boring as sacrifice?”

“Ugh, right… You’re so damn great, you bastard…”

The fact that Cha Moogyul was so thorough even in this respect was so typical of him that Heeheon felt a surge of anger and sorrow. Every time, he was the only one surprised, flustered, and at a loss for what to do. It was Cha Moogyul who had crossed a bridge where his life could have been in danger by unleashing his ability, yet he was fine, and instead, Heeheon felt like he was the one dying.

“Your vision? Can you see? Let’s use the healing factor first.”

Heeheon frantically searched the spare pocket of his combat uniform.

He took out a healing factor containing a fluorescent liquid and was twisting off the cap when Cha Moogyul grabbed Heeheon’s wrist and pulled him closer.

He didn’t understand why he was being stopped when he needed to inject the healing factor immediately to treat the bleeding in his eyes.

“What? Are you worried about me?”

His arm was pulled, and his entire body was drawn in. He needed to use the healing factor. In his haste, Heeheon tried to shake him off, but Cha Moogyul wrapped his other arm firmly around his waist, preventing him from moving. He then tilted his head, lowered his eyes, and met his gaze.

He was still shedding tears of blood, and worse, because Heeheon had been wiping his cheeks, the bloodstains covered his sculpted face, smeared in red. Staring directly into his blood-stained face in the helicopter with the propeller roaring and the wind constantly battering them was far more shocking and stimulating than he had thought.

The strong wind tousled both of their hair wildly, their clothes flapped, and his black pupils, heated from the overuse of his ability, incited a dangerous excitement.

Heeheon frowned, his voice raspy as he tried to shake off the arm that held him.

“Should I not be?”

“You usually aren’t, are you?”

“…”

The sight of him before his eyes was not like the usual Cha Moogyul. Unfocused, clouded eyes, the blood running down his cheeks, and his exhausted body and hot temperature from overexertion… Swallowing a ragged breath, Heeheon’s eyelids trembled.

“…Just offer your neck so I can treat it.”

Suppressing his trembling hands as much as possible, he opened the healing factor and plunged the needle into the nape of his neck. He pressed the button at the end, injecting the entire contents of the treatment into Cha Moogyul’s bloodstream, and finally let out a long sigh of relief. This wasn’t the end; he had to give him guiding soon.

“So kind-hearted. Heeheon.”

“Shut up… Just don’t get hurt.”

“I don’t know. You running to me like this, it’s pretty nice.”

Muttering calmly, Cha Moogyul kissed him without warning. Before he could avoid it, their dry lips met, and a warm tongue pushed inside.

Startled, Heeheon tried to step back, but Cha Moogyul grabbed the back of his head and held it in place. His gloved fingers dug deep into the roots of his sweat-dampened hair.

“I should get hurt. Often.”

Their hot breaths mingled, and their soft tongues intertwined. The smell of blood wafted between them. As if whispering a secret.

“…Hnngh.”

Heeheon hooked his wrist around his neck and pulled him closer. He lifted his hips, pressing their bodies together, and cautiously extended the tip of his tongue. In that state of mucosal contact, he moved the core in his chest.

He delved into the imbalance entangled in his body, and a little more proactively, more decisively, he embraced Cha Moogyul and kissed him. He naturally mimicked the way he always did it for Heeheon, using his tongue languidly as he guided him.

He could feel it. Cha Moogyul.

The raging passion melted clearly into their gestures of yearning for each other.

‘I see. Now, no longer…’

Their cores resonated, connecting them, completely linked.

Afterward, a huge stir ensued.

It was because Cha Moogyul’s use of his ability had been that transcendent.

First of all, the very idea of using the city’s power grid as an energy source was an unprecedented feat that even the research and development officers had never attempted. Not only that, but the fact that he had succeeded on such a large scale in the field in a single go, and that a post-awakened individual who had only awakened four months ago had managed such precise ability control. Every single result defied common sense. Thus, even the top brass of the military couldn’t help but be astonished.

As it was, Cha Moogyul was an S-rank esper and the heir to the Musan Group, a figure with extremely close ties to the new government’s political circles, whose influence even reached the Ministry of National Defense. So it was only natural that he was a key figure, but in the midst of it all, he had resolved a level 4 special-grade disaster, which apparently sent the Center into an uproar, causing all hell to break loose.

While Heeheon was guiding Cha Moogyul, a top-secret report was sent up to the line of the Central Military Commander, the highest position overseeing the Center. And the Army Special Forces Commander, Brigadier General Kang Joongmo, who had assigned Cha Moogyul and Baek Heeheon to the task force mobile unit, was even urgently summoned before the Central Military Commander, causing a commotion.