HG | Chapter 22

The mocking laughter that stirs up shame.

Hakyung’s face was already as red as it could get. Even in that state, the man lying beside him placed his mouth on the hole that was leaking fluid and lifted Hakyung onto his body again.

“Ah…!”

As his body suddenly tilted, Hakyung instinctively placed his hand on the man’s groin. The coarse pubic hair brushed against his palm. But instead of fully feeling that texture, he pressed his forehead against the back of his hand.

“Ah, father, geez, ah…!”

The familiar contours of his face occupied his groin.

The man spread the hole firmly with both thumbs and licked the tender flesh with a lewd tongue.

“Uung, ah! Huh, haah, ugh, hmp!”

This, this doesn’t seem right.

Hakyung squirmed on top of the man. His butt was pressing directly on Cheonghyeon’s face. Even though he licked his butt hole every time, it was different to press his face with the hole as if asking him to suck it.

“Huh… haaang!”

Pyuut, pyut!

Hakyung’s cock, lacking patience, was the first to ejaculate. Given the position, droplets of cum splattered all over the man’s neck and chest.

“Child, you came.”

Smooch!

The man who had been sealing the hole like a suction cup lifted his mouth and chuckled.

“Pussy juice is like the Han River. Our baby… does he squirt front and back?”

Tears welled up helplessly in his delicate eyes. Hakyung really wanted to cry.

That’s why sex with Cheonghyeon always feels like the first time. Even if it seems similar, the pattern and feeling are different.

Sluuurp!

“Huuu! Aang! Ah, ugh, ugh, aaah…!”

A pitiful cry echoed in the air. Cheonghyeon lowered his arms and held his son’s waist firmly. Then he began to move his lower body, which had been still until now.

Thud. Thud. The heavy cock bobbed, tapping Hakyung’s face. It was as if it was urging him to suck it properly.

“Huh, ugh…”

Hakyung barely managed to grab the root of the cock again. Supporting it with both hands, he licked it as best as he could.

“Mm…”

A deep groan escaped softly. Hakyung took solace in that. He wasn’t the only one doing something embarrassing. The man had entrusted his cock to him too.

“Ahak!”

Both of them were doing lewd things together. So there was no need to back down.

As if seeing through Hakyung’s shrinking, Cheonghyeon pressed the hole not only with his lips but also with his nose.

“Haa… Baby pussy smell.”

“Ah, ahb, geez, huu! Geez, stop, ah, aah!”

“Hakyung, you have a talent for pussy play?”

The man’s breathing also became rougher than before. The frequency of his broken speech increased. Of course, compared to Hakyung’s gasping, he was keeping his composure quite well.

Hakyung burst into tears with his body wide open. Aang… haaaang…. It was a trembling bleat like a lamb.

He tried to avoid the tongue by wriggling his butt.

Smack!

“Ah!”

“I understand you want to kiss dad’s cheek with your pussy, but you should suck quietly, right?”

“Hic…”

It only resulted in getting spanked.

Ugh…. Hakyung pouted with a swollen face, feeling wronged.

“I-it’s embarrassing… I said…”

Even his all-seeing father wouldn’t know the feeling of someone else’s breath touching the hole. How embarrassing it is.

“Ugh.”

At that moment, the man’s cock bobbed heavily, leaking excitement fluid. Hakyung’s hands, which were holding the cock, got soaked, and transparent liquid smeared on his cheek.

“Ugh…”

Damn. Cheonghyeon suddenly furrowed his brow and muttered a curse. It sounded like a groan in the form of a curse, as if talking to himself.

He spoke harshly.

“What’s embarrassing? It’s not the first time you’ve smothered dad’s face with your pussy.”

“Huuu, ah!”

“If you’re going to say it’s embarrassing, reduce the amount of pussy juice first. Huh, damn, the hole is all open. Hakyung. Child, can you feel it? Your pussy juice is flooding and splashing?”

Damn, if I don’t block it with my cock, all the furniture will be ruined? He sneered coldly and hugged Hakyung’s hips.

Unconsciously, his body rolled over again. Now Cheonghyeon was on top again.

He got up lightly and wiped his face with his palm. Both his face and palm were soaked with fluids that could belong to anyone. Then he removed all the cumbersome pieces of fabric.

Once both he and Hakyung were completely naked, Cheonghyeon aimed the tip of his cock between his son’s thighs. He used his waist to slowly open the hole with the glans.

“Aht…!”

But the next moment, the glans, which had been halfway in, suddenly slipped out. It brushed against the perineum and poked Hakyung’s balls.

The butt and thighs, which had been about to take in the cock, trembled. The hole, filled with desire, gaped repeatedly as if in frustration.

Cheonghyeon repeated the same action once more. It wasn’t a coincidence that the cock had slipped out earlier.

“Uuung! Why, why…”

Despite having cried about being embarrassed, Hakyung looked for an answer with a pitiful face. Cheonghyeon clicked his tongue at the cheeky sight.

He grabbed the cock shaft and slapped it against his son’s groin.

“Aang!”

“My pretty child, what did dad say? If you want to eat the cock, you have to say it properly.”

Hakyung took a deep breath. He hadn’t expected to endure this far.

“What, don’t like it? Then let’s take this opportunity to test the holes side by side. Then we can swim in baby pussy juice together.”

Leaving an uneasy warning, Cheonghyeon crawled on his knees to bring over a plate of fruit and an ice bucket. The clean ice had melted a little, but the top still maintained its square shape like new. He rattled two ice cubes in his hand and placed one at the back entrance.

“First, let’s disinfect the flooded area.”

“Ah, uh, ah, dad, ah…!”

The startled Hakyung flailed, trying to stop him, but the ice disappeared faster.

“…!”

Cold!

“Huuu!”

Hakyung scrunched his nose and curled up.

“Dad, why?”

The man inserted a second ice cube.

“Aht, it’s cold, ugh…”

Hakyung’s struggling became noticeably more intense. Despite appearances, his body had never had anything in the back hole except the man’s flesh. It had only ever contained his tongue, cock, or the fluid his cock released.

Even pee was a fluid, if you consider it….

Anyway, Hakyung sniffled, his eyebrows drooping at the chilling sensation.

“Aaht!”

Cheonghyeon removed the knees that had been drawn together and turned his son’s posture to face forward, pressing down on his lower belly while inserting his index and middle fingers into the pussy, twisting them around.

The ice clinked against his fingers. The slightly melted water mixed with the pre-cum and slid down the butt crack. Cheonghyeon pressed his son’s thigh, kissing the lifted butt in response.

“No, no, aah!”

Hakyung stretched his arms upward, pulling his waist taut. The cock, which had hardened again, dripped fluid.

Regardless, the long tongue licked up the spilled water and sucked on the perineum.

The skin between the balls and the hole, smoothly connected, was plump and faintly bulging. The round balls were neatly attached without sagging, stimulating Cheonghyeon’s appetite.

He was completely absorbed in sucking his son. To the point where his tongue felt worn out, so this time he picked up an ice cube and held it in his mouth. The hot mouth and burning lips, of course, didn’t cool down with just one or two ice cubes. Instead, the speed at which they melted made Cheonghyeon realize how much he was into his son.

Meanwhile, the overly hard cock began to complain of pain. It would be accurate to say it was so tense that it was difficult to endure any longer.

“Damn…. Who does he take after to be so stubborn?”

Even though he grumbled, he knew better than anyone who the kid took after.

A man’s chest that doesn’t produce milk. A child raised by letting his baby suck on his fake nipple. Who else would the child take after? He’d take after him.

Since the other party was his son, saying bad things would be like spitting in his own face.

Cheonghyeon finally burst into laughter.

“Alright, dad lost.”

He had no choice but to admit it. It was easier once he did. After all, it wasn’t the first or second time he’d lost to his son.

“Hup…! Ugh…”

As soon as he placed the dark red cock at the hollow hole, he pressed it in with force. The inside was already moist, opening without difficulty. It was as soft as during the overload when pre-cum constantly leaked.

“Mm…”

“Haht! Ah, ah… uung!”

“Child, you’ll get indigestion. Even though it’s meat, you have to chew it well.”

Poke, poke, poke!

“Mm, ah, ugh, aaah!”

Every time he thrust the flesh cock, the slippery viscosity and sound changed. Cheonghyeon pierced through the very narrow tunnel of the intestines with the glans after just a couple of times. Having penetrated the curved intestines as if they were a true cock house from the start, he was sure the body was adapting.

He bent his head low and rolled the nipple he had been sucking on with his tongue.

“Haang!”

Hakyung arched his back, gasping. He lifted his calves into the air, kicking them. It was a gesture of being overwhelmed by pleasure.

The hole was indeed exceptional today. The inner walls twitched dynamically, sucking the cock tightly while warmly enveloping it. It felt like being surrounded by something very soft and melting.

“Hoo…”

His spine tingled as the urge to ejaculate surged. The cock, having held back for so long, wanted to release the stored seed as soon as possible.

But he held back a little longer. He hooked his son’s legs over his shoulders and pounded like a hammer, thud! thud!

“Ah, ah, ah! Aung, hii…!”

Hakyung’s eyes glazed over. A dazed and cloudy gaze. He had resisted and resisted until he was finally consumed by pleasure.

“Haa!”

And he squeezed his whole body, wanting to invite the one who had covered him into the pit he had fallen into.

Cheonghyeon delayed accepting his son’s invitation. He rubbed the connection point gently, embracing the body that was hungry no matter how much he ate. When he lowered his legs and pressed belly to belly, Hakyung let out a faint moan. He wrapped his calves around his father’s waist, clinging tightly.

That sight was unmistakably his son being affectionate. Only then did Cheonghyeon accept his son’s invitation. His son, who tilted his slender neck into his embrace. Even when he cried and became messy, the pure atmosphere captivated Cheonghyeon.

Making him want to grant whatever he wished for.

“Kuh…”

Maybe that’s why. A moan he had never uttered in his life easily escaped when he held his son. Because of that, Cheonghyeon realized at every moment.

This is my sanctuary. The place I will return to.

***

Monday came around.

Hakyung strolled around the campus for the first time in a while. The smell of the campus, which he hadn’t experienced in about three weeks, was surprisingly welcoming.

Nothing had changed. Or perhaps the only change was the more meaningful glances directed at him. But since he didn’t pay attention to those looks, he didn’t feel anything significantly different. It was just the feeling of returning to a familiar place.

More than that, Hakyung was preoccupied with the thought of the class he was about to attend.

‘The first class I have to attend is Guiding Practice, of all things.’

As a guide, it was the class he was most reluctant about.

Even after going through an overload and gaining a skill, Hakyung didn’t feel like his world had changed drastically. Even so, he was still an F-rank guide, which meant his guiding only worked for one person in the world.

“Hey, is that him? The one who had the overload… with his dad…”

“Seems like it. His dad is Im Cheong… that’s him, right?”

At that moment, whispers that caught Hakyung’s attention reached his ears. He turned his gaze in that direction without realizing it, and those who met his eyes quickly moved away as if avoiding something dirty.

“…What was that?”

It felt like he heard something oddly concerning.

‘Did the rumor about the overload spread?’

Since his dad submitted a medical report, it made sense.

The fact of an overload is confidential. That’s why it’s called ‘sick leave,’ and the officials who received the documents were obligated to keep it secret.

But in reality, it always spread quietly. People were so loose-lipped. Especially when it came to rumors about ‘overload,’ many thought it should be spread for the sake of others. Since overload wasn’t someone else’s problem for awakeners, they understood it in their heads, but it was unsettling to have it near them.

He’s not trying to discuss the dual nature of humans now. Hakyung didn’t have expectations of his classmates or, further, of humans. The world was unfriendly, and moreover, the world of awakeners was synonymous with discrimination, unfairness, and all similar words for Hakyung, an F-rank guide.

Even so, he felt foolish for stubbornly insisting on going back to get a diploma.

‘I should have listened when dad told me to quit…’

Even without a college diploma, it wouldn’t be hard to get a job. Every field was experiencing a labor shortage. From the perspective of the majority of ordinary people in the world, he wouldn’t be recognized as ‘just an F-rank’ but as an ‘awakener’ overall.

He knew in his head that path would be much easier. That it would be more comfortable.

With his biggest worry resolved, Hakyung couldn’t find a ‘desperate’ reason why he had to keep attending school. It was just a feeling. It was okay to call it stubbornness.

Just that he didn’t want to quit here….

Whether he liked it or not, he had always attended schools for awakeners, and college was a kind of endpoint. And he vaguely guessed that after graduating from college, he might become a researcher. A researcher studying things like the wavelengths of low-rank guides like himself or the expansion of accessories that help with guiding, like the ‘balance controller.’

There were quite a few low-rank awakeners in the research field. Of course, F-ranks were rare, and most were around D-rank, but young Hakyung saw something like hope there.

“Eh, whatever.”

Let’s just try it. If not, then not.

Having developed into a relationship with his dad, Hakyung was invincible. Finding ‘my esper’ and feeling like he was tucked under his arm was indescribably refreshing. The gloomy atmosphere on campus couldn’t affect him.

“……”

Sure enough, as he entered the classroom, he received everyone’s gaze at once.

“Wow, damn. It’s Im Hakyung?”

Han Hee-gyeom approached swiftly. It seemed it was a joint class with Esper A class again.

Due to the nature of the Guiding Practice class, collaboration with espers was essential. Although Hakyung’s major was technically ‘Guide Department,’ most students called it ‘Esper Class’ because the practice involved many espers.

Thud, Han Hee-gyeom draped his arm over Hakyung’s shoulder. His habit of using others’ shoulders as armrests was unchanged.

“Move.”

“Oh, our Hakyung got some guts after selling his pussy?”

“If you’re going to say dirty things, please go.”

“Oh? Is it true? Hey, guys! It’s true that Im Hakyung’s been selling his body!”

Hakyung’s eyes crinkled. That guy….

Being so twisted is a skill. Regardless of whether it’s true, would he really want to spread such dirty talk in a crowded place?

Hakyung shook his head and went to his seat. It seemed the rumor about the overload had spread. It was funny thinking that he was angry because he couldn’t have sex with him, just like the guy who had previously talked about taking his first time.

“Hey, damn. Are you laughing? What are you laughing at?”

Bang!

The violent esper slammed the desk with both hands, splitting the single-person desk in half.

“……”

Hakyung sat quietly in his chair, glaring at Han Hee-gyeom. Father. Father was right. I was wrong again this time. He genuinely contemplated whether to admit it and return to his embrace.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Han Hee-gyeom grabbed Hakyung’s collar and yanked him forward.

“Ugh.”

Hakyung reflexively raised his arm, placing it on his classmate’s chest. It was an inevitable result due to the difference in strength and build. But the fact that his hand touched someone else’s chest was so unpleasant that he sighed without realizing it.

“Han Hee-gyeom, please… okay?”

Hakyung, who hadn’t actively responded no matter how dirty Han Hee-gyeom’s words were or how rough he acted, realized only after speaking that it had been a long time since he had retorted.

Suddenly, the surroundings became eerily quiet. It was silent above his head too. It wouldn’t have been strange if a shout had erupted.

Looking around at the strange silence, Han Hee-gyeom was clenching his teeth with a flushed face. His expression was fierce. Hakyung was startled as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have and let go of his hand. Han Hee-gyeom glared at Hakyung with an even more menacing gaze.

“……”

“What, why, damn. Who touched whose chest and then acts like they were assaulted?”

“No, this is…”

It happened inevitably…. Hakyung stopped speaking there.

“Hey. Who took your virginity? This damn, this isn’t something a clueless virgin would do.”

Dad.

“Don’t tell me, was it your dad?”

I miss you….