HG | Chapter 20

My dad is being stubborn again…!

Hakyung bit his lip to stop himself from shouting out loud. Even though they were the only ones in the artificial garden, it was still an open space, and judging by the mischievous look in his eyes, his dad was half-intentionally trying to provoke him.

‘What’s so ordinary about it!’

That might be the reaction his dad was waiting for. Hakyung clenched his fist in his mind. Sex is an experience too, and he was no longer the novice who would just whimper and stutter like during his first time.

From past experiences, he knew how shockingly perverted Cheonghyeon could become. Especially since Cheonghyeon could act like a normal dad one moment and then suddenly turn into a pervert, Hakyung had to brace himself even more.

Whether he was aware of it or not, his dad had no interest in ‘ordinary’ sex that involved just caressing, thrusting, and finishing. The pounding heart, half filled with fear and half with anticipation, was proof of that.

But!

‘Whatever it is, it’s better than pee…!’

That’s right. After all, he had even taken his dad’s pee, so what could be more shocking than that? Compared to that, teasing words were like light love confessions.

Hakyung urgently grabbed his dad’s wrist and shouted.

“Cl-clothes!”

“What?”

“If you’re going to do it, take off your clothes…!”

His small face turned as red as a ripe strawberry. This much was confidence. This much, at least. I’m not the old me…! Repeating self-suggestions swiftly, he stared fiercely at his dad.

“Ah, because it’s a cherished, outfit… huh!”

Twitch. The fingers that had settled on his chest earlier rubbed the soft nipple with their fingerprints and gently pinched it.

Hakyung twisted his waist reflexively. The sensitive area had become more sensitive by the day. Even on days without penetration, there were certain spots his dad would always put his mouth on, and his chest was one of them.

He traced the slightly protruding areola in circles. He firmly grasped the nipple with his thumb and index finger, squeezing it as if to wring it out.

“Uuung!”

“Child, does it feel good when I touch your chest?”

“Yes, ah!”

“Does it feel good?”

The hand that moved to the other side fondled the nipple with the same touch. Meanwhile, the wrist moved in further, making Hakyung’s shirt stretch as if it would burst open.

“No, don’t…!”

Hakyung screamed in a high-pitched voice, clutching his dad’s arm and curling up.

He was serious about the shirt being cherished. It was a V-neck shirt with a collar folded neatly like a suit jacket lapel, and he liked it because the point where the neck extended straight down and met the slightly exposed collarbone looked pretty.

He was so glad when he found this shirt while rummaging through his wardrobe to go on a picnic with his dad.

In fact, he didn’t wear it often. He worried that if he wore it out, it might get ruined in an unexpected incident, so he just kept it in his dorm closet, worried about something that might happen even tomorrow.

“Why are you pulling my arm if you don’t want it…?”

Cheonghyeon spread his large hand and simultaneously played with both nipples using his thumb and little finger. Hakyung’s posture, with his shoulders curled inward, contributed, but Cheonghyeon’s fingers were long enough to easily toy with Hakyung’s narrow chest with one hand.

“Mm, mm, hmph…”

The blurred line of the nipple quickly stood erect, greeting the man. Even the slightest brush of a fingerprint tickled. The tickling sensation soon spread from his belly to his lower body.

He sighed deeply while quickly scratching only the left nipple again.

“Hoo… I just wanted to touch your chest a bit normally. But our son wants to take off clothes and have sex here?”

From the tone alone, he sounded like a father lamenting his child’s eccentricity.

Hakyung’s lips quivered as if he were about to cry. It was the second crisis.

‘Even though you started it first…!’

Turning into pervert mode suddenly and blaming the cause of sex on Hakyung was his dad’s specialty.

“I’m really worried because Hakyung is so into sex.”

Hakyung wanted to throw those words right back at him. Cheonghyeon’s voice continued.

“I’m worried you might pick up any cock at school because you’re in such a hurry… Am I worrying for nothing? Hm? What do you think, child?”

“Ugh…!”

Thud.

When did he take it out? He didn’t even hear the zipper being undone, but the huge cock bobbed into view. As if that wasn’t enough, he placed the shaft right on Hakyung’s eyes.

Hakyung, shocked, closed his eyelids. The timing was perfect as the shaft covered the thin film. He almost had the cock touch his eyeball.

“…!”

“Haha, from above, it looks like you’re wearing a cock eye mask.”

Unlike the stiffened Hakyung, Cheonghyeon seemed amused. His laughter was sweet. He talked about going to hell, but it was suspicious whether he himself was already the lord of the lewd hell.

Hakyung was turning his head towards the groin while resting on his dad’s thigh. The cock he encountered was so thick at the base and long enough to extend beyond his field of vision that it filled his entire view.

“Mm, mm, ah!”

“Haa…”

Thud, thud, thud! The ferocious cock struck his closed eyes. The weight was considerable, and if he hadn’t known better, he might have thought he was being punched.

Cheonghyeon pressed the cock against the tender eye area, rubbing it roughly, then swept his son’s forehead and between his brows with the shaft. His hair slid back, making room for the cock shaft to spread its wings.

Hakyung was confused about whether to grab and remove the cock or stop the hand still fondling his chest. If he left the cock alone, he’d be anxious about what more he might do, and if he left the hand alone, he’d be tense about the shirt tearing or buttons popping soon.

“Or is our baby trying to take a nap?”

Wearing dad’s cock eye mask, hugging his arm like a beloved toy.

Cheonghyeon’s eyes softened with satisfaction.

“Huuu…”

They say children don’t know their parents’ hearts. They say they return to the den that tormented them, laugh prettily saying they enjoy ‘ordinary’ conversations, all while the watching parent is unaware of the turmoil inside.

He rather liked the face twisted with passion. It felt good to rub his cock against his son’s handsome face.

Though he had sucked his son’s cock, Hakyung had never swallowed his. Partly because Cheonghyeon hadn’t deliberately asked, and partly because he always devoured the hole first, leaving no room to put it in his mouth.

His mouth was filled with just a couple of fingers. Even just sticking his tongue in filled his mouth, making it hard, and it was clear that he wouldn’t even be able to bite the glans without his lips bursting.

“Undo the buttons yourself.”

A low, hoarse voice commanded. It was the news Hakyung had been waiting for.

“Mm…!”

Cheonghyeon said that and then changed his position. He removed the thigh supporting Hakyung’s head, withdrew the hand that had been playing with the nipple, and leaned over in the opposite direction, placing his hand beside his son’s crown.

An upside-down kiss. Hakyung’s eyes began to blush.

This, this kind of kiss is a first….

Maybe because the direction of the lips was opposite to usual, it felt as unfamiliar as his first kiss.

Hakyung closed his eyes without realizing it. His eyes stung as he kissed. He felt his trembling eyelids but focused more on the poignant kiss.

The moistness when the surface of the lips touched. While that sensation deepened, the feeling of tongues intertwining became faint.

The plump lips pressed down on the relatively thin lips. When Hakyung slightly stuck out his tongue, the other person rubbed only the tip of the tongue and gently sucked it.

“Mm…”

A shiver ran from the top of his head down his spine.

His sexual sensitivity surged all at once. Hakyung slowly opened his eyelids. Most of Cheonghyeon’s kisses came in as if to suffocate him, leaving no time to judge whether to open his eyes or not. He was just swept away.

Now, he had a bit of leeway to think, ‘Shall I try?’ but that was it.

A person obsessed with kissing. That was his current self. Clinging to the man’s lips in pursuit of stronger pleasure, trying to intertwine tongues, and sticking out his lips asking for a peck….

At this rate… yes. His concern wasn’t unfounded. Anyone would see it as a beast rushing to sleep with a man.

But he had found out….

Once he knew the intense pleasure and orgasm the man provided, his body, addicted to it, would continue to crave pleasure until he reached the climax he desired.

For some reason, this seemed like a worse deed.

Chup, chuup. Chok….

The kiss was sweet. There was no rough act of sucking the root of the tongue until it tingled. The deepest it went was when he slightly nibbled the tip of the tongue, and that was only because Hakyung happened to push his tongue in at the right time.

“Hmph, mm, hng…!”

The inside of his belly twitched, and the first pre-cum spurted out. Hakyung arched his back sharply, pulling his dad’s head towards him.

He was right. Cheonghyeon always said the right things.

The ‘ordinary’ between them was a contradiction.

Meanwhile, Cheonghyeon also realized that Hakyung had ‘noticed’ something. Even if he was a bit slow, he eventually found the answer on his own.

Whenever Hakyung found the answer following the hints Cheonghyeon laid out, he would cry adorably.

When he was young, he would shed thick tears. And now,

“Sniff…. Child, the smell of pussy juice is overwhelming.”

While leaking pre-cum from his back hole.

Smooch!

The man who stamped a kiss on his lips advanced joyfully. The flushed cheeks, the straight neck, the prominent collarbone….

“You said you wanted to take off clothes, but you’re still the same?”

The buttonholes of the shirt were too small for the man. Though he wore buttoned shirts every day, he only touched the buttons when putting them on, pulling them over his head to take them off. He didn’t even button them up all the way in the first place.

“Child, should we stop here? Just do it ‘normally’?”

Cheonghyeon lightly lifted and dropped his son’s shirt front with his index finger. The erect nipple was trembling pitifully. It’s a nipple that would only be reassured when licked and soothed with a tongue and confined in a dark mouth cave.

If only it would swell a bit more, it would be just right.

He smacked his lips in regret and lifted his upper body slightly. His son was glaring at him with resentful eyes. Of course, it was a suggestion that would make Hakyung gasp if he heard it.

“What. Why.”

“…”

Oh, you’re mad enough to bite your lip?

Dad! Please listen to me too. The nagging that young Hakyung used to shove in while stomping his feet suddenly flickered.

Regardless, he intended to move after hearing the answer from Hakyung. If he made him realize that he couldn’t live without his dad’s cock, the kid would crawl back home on his own, whether he returned to school or a cesspool.

It wasn’t something to say with a cock standing tall, but Cheonghyeon considered all these acts as education. A new education for his guide.

It was a fresh stimulus for Cheonghyeon too. How sad he was when he realized that his role had disappeared after raising him, teaching him, dressing him, and feeding him since he couldn’t even walk.

“Hakyung, do you remember? When you were seven, you suddenly stopped walking and held out your arm to dad.”

Cheonghyeon suddenly brought up an old story.

“It was a bit hot that day. You said you were tired and asked dad to hold you while we were on a walk.”

“Yes…”

Fortunately, he seemed to remember. He just didn’t seem to guess why he was bringing it up now.

“You. You didn’t say ‘hold me’ properly back then. You suddenly stopped, and when I asked why, you said, ‘I’m tired.'”

“That…”

“You got used to it because dad would notice and hold you just by you reaching out your arm, right?”

Even if the kid mumbled half-baked words, he understood and took action. He raised him preciously, pampering him.

In Cheonghyeon’s eyes, it was clear what Hakyung wanted. He would want to be caressed more forcefully, almost coercively.

It wasn’t difficult. With a sensitive and easily aroused body, it would be fine to train him that way.

But it wasn’t enough.

Hakyung needed to want more. More. Much more.

Until he couldn’t stand it without begging to be fucked.

The man wanted Hakyung to desperately cling to this love.

“My baby. You’re pretty even upside down.”

To make him cry.

It might be hard to believe, but the urge to make Hakyung cry was a surprising emotion even for him. It was probably a desire as a lover.

Unlike before, when a pretty smile would fill his stomach, now it seemed he would only be satisfied after seeing his face dirtied with cum and bursting into tears.

When he pissed in his pussy back then….

Just thinking about that time made his lower belly tighten, and veins bulged. The cock, nodding downward, was heavy. Cheonghyeon seriously considered whether to smother his son’s crown with the cockhead, now that it had come to this. Wrapping his thin, soft hair with semen.

His golden eyes, sparkling with lewd imagination, checked his son’s expression. Just then, his gaze met Hakyung’s, who was glancing at him. He lowered his voice ominously.

“If you want something, ask for it properly.”

The last chance and warning.

“Ask to be fucked.”

“Hic!”

“Then what can’t I provide? I’m the one who turned our son’s back hole into a pussy.”

At the explicit remark, Hakyung’s eyebrows furrowed into a 八 shape, and he hiccuped.

Cheonghyeon buried his nose in the chest line briefly revealed by pulling his son’s shirt in the opposite direction. A faint scent unique to Hakyung’s flesh wafted. A sweet fragrance. A body scent that was hard to pinpoint as either a fruit scent or a floral scent.

He closed his eyes for a moment and savored the scent of his son’s flesh. The aroma filling his nasal cavity was more addictive than any delicacy.

This is quite something too. How did he end up being born with such a body and become prey to his father?

“Decision, over?”

Cheonghyeon’s decision was long over. Even if he didn’t eat the pussy, he had to at least eat the nipples.

He was just about to pull his son’s shirt apart when—

“…Please.”

“What?”

It was too small to hear well. When Cheonghyeon tilted his chin towards Hakyung, the boy, red as if about to cry, timidly held onto Cheonghyeon’s shirt. As if it were his arm.

“Take, take off… my clothes.”

“…”

“You said… it was pretty…. ‘Dad’….”