Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 84

Not all generals are the same.

The number of stars on the rank insignia increases with the level. Brigadier General Kang Joongmo had one star, a one-star general, while the Central Military Commander held the rank of general with four stars, a four-star general.

The ranks were commissioned officers like second lieutenant, first lieutenant, and captain, followed by field grade officers like major, lieutenant colonel, and colonel. Above them were general officers like brigadier general, major general, and lieutenant general, and then finally, general.

The supreme commander of the new military government’s military authority and truly the pinnacle of the army.

The one and only Central Military Commander.

However, whether fortunately or unfortunately, a direct meeting with the commander did not materialize right away. This was because Cha Moogyul, despite achieving a shocking feat that would go down in history, completely ignored, no, passed off all the remaining procedures like post-mission processing and reports to superiors, and chose to return home immediately.

Heeheon tried to persuade him, but he was adamant. With a murderous intensity, he cut off any mention of the top brass, the supreme commander, or the pinnacle of the army with a curt “later,” and immediately called for a driver, leading Heeheon home.

‘No, even for Cha Moogyul.’

Is this really okay?

Isn’t this an act deserving of disciplinary action?

‘Well, he’s the one who just saved the new government, so that’s probably not going to happen…’

He had no idea what was what, or what he was trying to do. However, one thing was certain: there was absolutely no way Heeheon could have stopped him.

Heeheon was yanked into the house, from which a faint light was leaking, and soon the huge door closed with a heavy sound. The engine noise of the military vehicle leaving the garden gradually faded, and the surroundings grew quiet.

A pair of blazing eyes approached him.

“Cha Moo…”

Before he could even finish calling his name, he made his move.

Tossing aside his empty rifle, he grabbed Heeheon by the collar and pressed their lips together. His knee drove between Heeheon’s legs as if to shove its way in. It was an urgent, barbaric gesture, a raw outpouring of pent-up patience. A kiss that was less a meeting and more a devouring followed.

“Oof, ah!”

Heeheon straightened his back and fumbled to grab his arm. His body was exhausted after struggling since midday to face an unprecedented level 4 crisis, but his senses were strangely vivid.

They said that in extreme situations, adrenaline is released, making one unaware of hardship or fatigue. It felt exactly like that state now. The taut tension, as if it would snap at any moment, had continued from the battlefield until now.

No, it actually felt as if the real storm had yet to arrive.

“Hnngh, haah.”

Heeheon panted, his chest heaving, as he looked at him. And his eyes met with Cha Moogyul, who was smiling restlessly.

That look in his eyes seemed different.

As if some of his unspent ability remained, a vivid blue current was still flickering within his black pupils. It was like will-o’-the-wisps had sprung up in the empty air.

Furthermore, with the bloodstains dried on his face, he looked utterly eerie. Although the healing factor had stopped the bleeding and healed him in an instant, it hadn’t managed to wipe away all the bloodstains.

“You said I could lock you up as much as I wanted once we returned.”

“…”

“Said you wanted to get fucked by a dick, didn’t you?”

A smiling Cha Moogyul snatched the rifle still slung over Heeheon’s shoulder, as if it too were a nuisance, and threw it behind him. Then he began to violently strip off Heeheon’s combat uniform. He unfastened the locks and pulled the zipper with an intensity that seemed like he would rip it apart, but this time the harness got in his way.

“Tsk.”

He clicked his tongue and roughly unbuckled the harness. The spent magazines and pistol fell from his body, and the uniform was thrown wide open on both sides. His bare chest was completely exposed. Perhaps because of the constant pressure, a red, band-like mark from the harness stood out on his lower chest.

“Wait, okay. I get it.”

Heeheon pushed against the shoulder of the roughly clinging Cha Moogyul. He finally managed to create a gap and, with great effort, spoke in a calm voice.

“I’ll go wash up first. I’m sweaty…”

Flicker. The entrance light blinked once. It went dark for a moment, then, as if sensing movement, quickly turned back on. The surroundings brightened, but the combination of the eerie glint in his eyes and the light sent a chill down his spine.

He traced the red mark on his chest with his thumb, caressing the skin. It was just a light touch with his gloved hand, but he had no idea why his heart was pounding like it would explode.

“Sweat?”

Cha Moogyul stood menacingly at the entrance, staring intently at Heeheon.

“Someone put on a whole clown show just to roll around with Heeheon as much as possible… and you talk about sweat?”

His breath and excitement, they stimulated Heeheon to the extreme.

His heart boiled as if a fire had been lit. Even standing still and being pressed down, it felt like something was about to burst forward. He felt needlessly regretful and impatient, with no room for composure. Something seemed to be seriously broken or strange.

“A clown show? You saved people, why do you talk like that?”

“Must be because I’m a goddamn blockhead. Who holds the lives of others in such low regard.”

A large hand continued to caress the area around his chest. It scraped at the pressed skin with a thumb, as if digging in, and then slid down his side in a long stroke.

Flustered, Heeheon tried to calm him down somehow, but Cha Moogyul had long since stopped seeing reason. Lowering his head, he pressed his face against Heeheon’s cheek and let out a chuckle.

“Surprised? See, I told you I only care about hyung.”

“No, that’s not the problem…”

“Come here.”

As if he could not bear it any longer, Cha Moogyul grabbed one of Heeheon’s legs, lifted it, and took off his combat boot. He yanked at the tightly tied laces, as if to snap them.

The black military boots were scattered one by one in the entrance, and now there was nothing left to get in the way.

“Hyung.”

Cha Moogyul grabbed Heeheon’s waist and pulled him in. With astonishing strength, his body was lifted as easily as a doll and was yanked along as he led.

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder.”

Cha Moogyul strode across the hallway. His strides were long and his pace was fast, as if he was in such a hurry he had no time to spare, or perhaps he was angry. Heeheon, unable to do anything, was dragged along, watching him in bewilderment.

“At this rate, it’s hard to even pretend to be fooled. You don’t seem like someone who wants to get fucked.”

He thought they were going straight to the bedroom, but their destination was the bathroom next to it.

The bathroom door was thrown open so violently it seemed it would be torn from its hinges, and Cha Moogyul shoved Heeheon into the empty bathtub, making him fall on his back.

“Ugh…”

Crumpled in the tub, Heeheon propped himself up on his elbows and barely managed to lift his head.

“Do a better job. Don’t screw it up.”

As was plain to see, Cha Moogyul was in a state of extreme excitement. To make matters worse, he turned on the faucet, and hot water began to pour down on Heeheon’s prone body. Through the gently rising steam, his uniquely black pupils glinted with a murderous, unusual light.

“You said you like men.”

It was a sight that could aptly be described as nearly frenzied.

“If that’s the case, then you should like my dick.”

Following him into the tub, Cha Moogyul pressed down on Heeheon, preventing him from escaping, and finished undoing the rest of his half-removed clothes. The opened combat uniform was torn from his body, and even the leather belt buckle clattered off.

“Before you get dragged to the basement, hmm?”

He murmured lazily, as if making a declaration, and his gloved hand lightly caressed his lower body. Heat spread wherever his hand touched. His briefs tightened as the area between his legs swelled hotly, and his lower abdomen clenched. Even his socked toes curled.

Heeheon’s pupils trembled minutely.

Cha Moogyul still seemed convinced that Heeheon was reluctantly doing something he didn’t want to do. That since he couldn’t push him away, he had changed his strategy to one of persuasion.

‘Hard to pretend to be fooled? Do a better job…?’

Well, of course, the situation was open to misinterpretation.

Hot water began to fill the tub, lapping at the sides.

It was hot, damp, and his vision was hazy, but he could clearly feel the touch of Cha Moogyul’s lips on his skin. He lowered his lips onto the red mark along the line where the harness had pressed. He placed a light peck on his lower chest, and then, with him lying in the bare tub, kissed his navel. Heeheon, at a loss, could only kick his legs nervously.

Contrary to the volatile, on-the-edge atmosphere, his caresses were much softer and slower than usual.

Cha Moogyul buried his nose in Heeheon’s collarbone and used his lips to shower kisses on his upper body while his hands touched his lower body. The water-soaked briefs were slowly rolled down and removed, revealing light body hair and bare skin.

Heeheon placed his hands on the wall of the tub and tilted his head back. He still hadn’t sorted out his thoughts on what to do, but Cha Moogyul’s advances sent a shiver down his spine and a tingling current of electricity through him. In fact, every time he kissed him, a moan was on the verge of just bursting from his lips.

“Ngh, ungh…”

Now his lips were delving deep between his legs. Brushing aside the body hair with his cheek, he lightly licked the semi-submerged shaft with his tongue. Just the slight touch of his tongue was enough to drive him mad.

“Ah…!”

Reacting strongly, Heeheon flinched, his hips trembling as he pressed his knees together. His body felt three times more sensitive than usual.

It was inevitable.

Because, to be honest, Heeheon wasn’t exactly in his right mind either at the moment.

The mission he had completed today. It had left a profound impact on Baek Heeheon, one that was significant enough to change his entire life.