HG | Chapter 33

“Dad’s a perv….”

Hakyung, who was prepared to answer ‘yes’ to any question, froze as he reflexively chewed over his father’s words.

‘No way….’

His large eyes darted around, gauging Cheonghyeon’s reaction. Unable to immediately read his expression, confusion only grew.

‘Could it be because of what I said?’

‘Dad, you’re a pervert.’

The reckless words he impulsively spat out during their last intense sexual encounter came to mind. In hindsight, it seemed childish, but at the time, he was exhausted from the sex and had just been peed on, so his rationality was a bit blurred.

Perhaps seeing him in such a pitiful state, Cheonghyeon had only chuckled at the criticism without any further response. Hakyung thought Cheonghyeon had dismissed and forgotten about it.

But now, bringing it up again… how was he supposed to interpret this?

It was only natural for Hakyung to lower his gaze and assess the atmosphere.

With a pop, the man who had bitten Hakyung’s cheek with his lips laughed and urged him to answer.

“Child, why did you stop talking?”

“Well, it’s just….”

“Is it because you don’t like having a perverted dad? Is it that bad?”

The follow-up question was the clincher. Cheonghyeon hadn’t forgotten the remark Hakyung made that day.

“Ugh….”

The deep, low voice melted Hakyung’s eardrums. With him whispering right next to his ear, the unique vibration was transmitted along with the laughter.

Fortunately, it didn’t feel unpleasant. Every time the sweet laughter echoed, goosebumps rose on his transparent nape.

‘So sexy….’

Was it okay to use such an expression for his father?

His sexual preferences were extraordinary, but he was a man who seemed like a sex symbol from head to toe.

Hakyung didn’t bother to hide his blushing cheeks. It was so embarrassing, but he felt that showing his true self would be more effective in clearing up any misunderstandings.

Even though he had called his father a ‘pervert’ in a fit of anger, he hoped Cheonghyeon understood that it wasn’t meant as a genuine insult….

“…I-I like it.”

“What do you like?”

“Whatever you do, Dad—no, I mean, I love everything you do….”

“……”

“I love everything….”

Even the perverted you. And the not-so-perverted you.

Was this enough of an answer? It ended up being almost like a confession, but Hakyung didn’t regret it. It was the complete truth.

“Haha….”

Cheonghyeon, resting his chin on Hakyung’s head, couldn’t hide his joy and laughed out loud. He knew his son’s confession was pure truth without a hint of falsehood.

The most precious child in the world.

How could he not love someone who returns even the smallest attention with immense love?

Cheonghyeon’s eyes, too, were distinctly softer than when in front of others, but he was so absorbed in the affection his child gave that he didn’t care about his own appearance.

Gently, he released the arms that had been embracing his son and lifted the hem of his thin shirt.

“Ah! D-Dad!”

Hakyung let out a short scream. The man’s hand had invaded too suddenly, and in that instant, the shameless intruder had boldly grabbed Hakyung’s bare chest.

Hakyung was truly dumbfounded. Why was this happening all of a sudden…?

‘It’s not even been long since we finished having sex…!’

Like a shy adolescent boy, he clung to the man’s arm, groaning.

Despite his earnest efforts to resist, Cheonghyeon easily shook off Hakyung’s arms. To Hakyung’s chagrin, Cheonghyeon hadn’t even exerted force to push those hands away. He simply moved as he pleased, and Hakyung’s defense crumbled like seaweed.

Pat, pat. The hand that had been kneading his soft chest now gently patted his heart as if it were a kind protector.

“Good boy, child. Let’s calm down and not struggle. We’re not having sex. See, I’m not touching Hakyung’s pussy, am I?”

“Hngh….”

But as he rubbed his nipples, was this truly an effort to reassure him, or was it deceit?

In an instant, Hakyung, whose nipples were caught by both sides, leaned back into the man’s embrace. The outline of the hands moving under his shirt felt more obscene than directly witnessing the scene.

With his palm covering Hakyung’s chest, Cheonghyeon leaned forward with him. He tilted his back against the armrest of the sofa bed piled with cushions, allowing Hakyung to lean deeper into his chest.

“Mmm, ah…!”

As the mischievous finger swiftly brushed the sensitive tip repeatedly, Hakyung soon lost strength in his waist and slumped into Cheonghyeon’s embrace. In this state, all he could do was cry prettily as his nipples were toyed with.

Only then did Cheonghyeon continue his unfinished words.

“When my lover says they love me…. When they’re so lovable, how can I just stay still? But since your little cock hasn’t closed up yet, I’ll just massage your chest while we talk. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Ah, no.

In other words, since his hands were idle during the conversation, he would play with his son’s chest, that’s how it sounded to Hakyung.

“Mm, hngh…!”

Just then, a rounded moan escaped due to the teasing of his sensitive flesh. Cheonghyeon smiled as if he had been waiting for it.

“Yes, you understand well, don’t you? It’s not hard to understand, right?”

Dad, you’re a pervert…!

Calling him a ‘pervert’ was merely a product of impulse, and he had thought he was wrong. Had it been 5 minutes, or 10 minutes since he changed his mind?

Hakyung was so taken aback that his mouth hung open.

‘What on earth is Dad….’

At this point, he wondered how Cheonghyeon had managed to hide such lewd desires if he hadn’t become his guide due to his overload.

It wasn’t just today. Cheonghyeon’s touch flew in regardless of time and place as the days went by.

On the lighter side, he would touch his cheeks or limbs or pull him into an embrace, while on the deeper side, he would pretend to caress him and boldly touch sensitive areas without hesitation.

As he traced over the tender areola, he spoke.

“Child, how do you plan to live without Dad when you’re such a coward? When will you learn guiding?”

The former was understandable, but the latter was an unexpected topic. What did kneading his chest have to do with guiding?

Hakyung barely managed to suppress the ticklish pleasure and squeezed out his voice.

“Haa… W-What does this have to do with guiding…?”

“Hmm? Why wouldn’t it? If it’s urgent, you suck on breasts and have sex right in the middle of a dungeon.”

“W-What?”

Should he be surprised by the overly calm tone, or by the content first?

Cheonghyeon questioned back as he kneaded his chest with a satisfying squish.

“Didn’t they teach you that at school?”

What reached Hakyung’s ears was a clear sneer. A sneer that didn’t hide its hostility.

“They only taught us that contact guiding was everything in the past….”

“So that’s how kids learn these days.”

It was a tone that carried the passage of time. If you think about it, the expression ‘contact guiding was everything’ and the actions Cheonghyeon described had a consistent point. Back then, guiding was only done through contact, so if an emergency occurred during a battle, of course, kissing or sex would have happened on the spot.

However, the ‘old guiding method’ that flowed from his mouth had a particularly barbaric scent.

Perhaps that’s why Cheonghyeon never made an exclusive guide. Hakyung was convinced that he couldn’t rule out that possibility. This made him even more eager to properly learn guiding.

“Dad, I….”

“What’s wrong, child?”

“I want to learn guiding….”

“Guiding? You already know how to do it.”

Cheonghyeon pinched his left nipple without causing pain. It was a nonverbal question implying that he was already skilled at guiding through sexual intercourse.

Hakyung’s eyes reddened. Cheonghyeon’s low-quality nonverbal question was only half correct.

“That’s only possible because you pull me along….”

He had tried to guide himself during sex several times, but he always failed, and synchronization only occurred when Cheonghyeon’s golden mirage pulled him along. He hadn’t even attempted it in non-sexual situations, so how could he be sure it would work in practice?

What Hakyung wanted was the ability to guide whenever and wherever he wanted.

Learning guiding at the Specialised Ability School wasn’t an option. There was no one there with a matching wavelength, and he felt the limitations of theoretical classes without practical experience.

In short, the only person who could effectively lead Hakyung’s guiding practice was Cheonghyeon.

‘Perhaps this was destined to happen.’

Although he was currently taking a break from school due to Cheonghyeon’s persuasion, he hadn’t completely quit. He had submitted a long-term leave of absence and was waiting for approval, just in case. Cheonghyeon seemed annoyed by the mere possibility of him returning, but he respected Hakyung’s choice.

In other words, Hakyung knew how to provoke Cheonghyeon with words.

“If not with you, there’s nowhere else to learn but school….”

“Hmm…. Do you really want to learn that much?”

Cheonghyeon rubbed his chin against Hakyung’s crown, frowning.

‘It’s not difficult to teach, but….’

Why did he feel like something troublesome was about to happen? Not that Hakyung was troublesome, but the feeling that if he taught the child how to guide, a situation where it would be necessary would inevitably arise.

Seeing him in a state of contemplation, Hakyung spoke again.

“I really want to learn. Really. Even if you say I don’t need guiding right now. It’s just my greed…. But as your guide, if I don’t even know how to guide, I feel like I’ll always have regrets.”

It was pure sincerity without a hint of falsehood. Of course, he didn’t add reasons like wanting to be prepared for whatever might happen in the future or wanting to help when his father completed his revenge later. Instinctively, he cut out reasons that seemed disadvantageous to him.

“…Alright, I understand. Learning the method isn’t a bad idea.”

After some thought, Cheonghyeon agreed. Hakyung’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. The embarrassment from being unexpectedly teased on his chest was nowhere to be found.

Hakyung didn’t know, but for Cheonghyeon, it was a very big decision.

Cheonghyeon had even opposed the idea of his son registering as an awakener. For him to now be on the verge of refining the child’s first steps, how could he not feel uneasy?

A sigh escaped him.

“Let me say this in advance, I’ll only teach you the contact guiding method. If you get scared or find it difficult, you can stop anytime.”

His desire for him to do so was strongly evident.

Unaware of his father’s inner thoughts, Hakyung laughed innocently. Feeling somewhat annoyed by that sight, Cheonghyeon tugged slightly on the soft flesh.

“Ah!”

Startled by the sudden stimulation, Hakyung twisted his waist. Why, why…. He was bewildered, but seeing his body hiccup from the pleasure of his throbbing nipples somewhat improved his mood.

With a mischievous heart, Cheonghyeon raised one corner of his mouth crookedly.

“Why, you ask? It’s because Dad’s hobby is playing with your nipples.”

“Ugh, ah, aah!”

“Can’t Dad enjoy his hobby a little?”

***

A few days later, in front of Haegakryeong.

Hakyung stared blankly at the familiar dungeon boundary. Beyond the boundary, about ten steps away, the interior of the dungeon shimmered.

Cheonghyeon, with dozens of burlap sacks slung over his side, asked in a rather stiff tone.

“What did I say you should do first when entering a dungeon?”

“Spread your wavelength to find your esper….”

“Right. Since it’s practice, we’ll go step by step from the beginning. Be careful not to scatter your wavelength, and if you lose the esper’s wavelength, what should you do?”

“Climb to a high building and spread your wavelength as wide as possible, and if you still can’t find them, leave your own trace.”

“How do you leave your own trace?”

“With blood or… bodily fluids.”

As they continued the simple Q&A, Hakyung glanced at Cheonghyeon. Catching that gaze, Cheonghyeon let his lips curl into a smile and corrected the answer.

“With bodily fluids like blood, semen, urine, or saliva. Saliva doesn’t last long, so if possible, leave blood or semen. Why is semen better than urine?”

“……Because semen leaves a stronger trace of wavelength even if mixed with foreign substances….”

“That’s right. You’ve been studying hard.”

Cheonghyeon reached out and ruffled Hakyung’s hair. Along with the praise, Hakyung blushed at his unfamiliar attire.

‘Dad in techwear….’

Hakyung also wore similar techwear. Numerous pockets were filled with exploration equipment and survival tools.

High-level espers or guides often entered dungeons in their usual attire, but typically, they either wore defensive sets matching their skill attributes or entered in outfits like this, which were convenient for storage. Especially for beginners, techwear that could hold many tools was said to be a great help for survival.

“Lastly, if you lose the esper and find yourself in danger?”

This one’s easy.

“Call out for Dad loudly.”

“Right. Remember that. If someone tries to hit you, call for Dad.”

The confidence that his son’s call wouldn’t be missed anywhere in this vast dungeon.

Hakyung felt reassured by his father’s unique encouragement. He had been asking the same questions for days, so there was no way he would forget. Repeating questions he already knew seemed to serve as a review, but it also seemed like an effort to ease his tension.

His father might scoff, but Hakyung was very much looking forward to his first dungeon practice. He was confident. He had been practicing how to emit his wavelength for days. As far as Hakyung knew, that was also ‘guiding.’ It was the meeting of the esper’s wavelength and the guide’s wavelength, after all.

But apparently, that wasn’t all.

‘Wavelength exchange is basic. You need to know how to handle an esper whose wavelength level has dropped due to energy consumption to be called a guide, Hakyung.’

He vaguely recalled learning something similar in class once. Hearing the theory he had learned once from Cheonghyeon felt entirely new.

In any case, if the esper’s energy was fully charged, exchanging wavelengths in a stable state was all about enhancing pleasure during sex, he said.

So today, Cheonghyeon also prepared for battle with the intention of consuming a lot of energy. In fact, he could have gone in a suit, but Hakyung seemed to secretly expect a couple look, so they matched in all-black techwear.

“By the way, what’s that?”

Hakyung pointed to the burlap sacks tucked under Cheonghyeon’s arm and asked. At a glance, the quantity seemed substantial.

“This? Medicine bags.”

“I can help carry some.”

“Child, hold Dad’s hand.”

Fearing his son might chatter away and avoid it, Cheonghyeon hurriedly interlocked his fingers with Hakyung’s. The texture of the leather gloves Cheonghyeon wore felt stiff between Hakyung’s fingers.

‘If they’re medicine bags, they must be like the ones the company manufactures… made from dungeon byproducts.’

Come to think of it, Hakyung didn’t even know how the company with his name on it made medicine. Suddenly, he felt slightly embarrassed. He thought he liked his father, but he realized he was indifferent to what he did.

“Let’s go in.”

“Yes…!”

Hakyung answered energetically. For now, no distractions. He planned to stick closely to Cheonghyeon’s side, so he could learn gradually.

It was a completely different situation from when he first came here. It felt new. As much as the relationship had changed, he realized that his surroundings and himself had changed as well.

Step, step….

The sound of footsteps felt oddly welcoming. At first, he had moved while being held in his father’s arms. Back then, he didn’t have the leisure, strength, or courage to leave his footprints here. He was just clinging to Cheonghyeon.

Crunch!

A step that sounded particularly loud to him left the first mark on the ‘black ground.’ Hakyung carefully read the system window occupying his retina.

《 SYSTEM 》

You have entered ‘Haegakryeong.’

《 SYSTEM 》

This dungeon is an outbreak area.

Beware of the uncontrolled monster rush.

They were familiar sentences from when he first entered Haegakryeong.

“……Huh?”

Just as he was about to take another step, another window appeared before his eyes.

《 SYSTEM 》

The command of the monsters is being dispersed. Prepare for the wrath of the commander.