HG | Chapter 27

Cheonghyeon had his reasons for immediately thinking of threats. Firstly, it was the most reliable way to get what he wanted. Secondly, it was obvious that everyone would try their hardest to prevent him from getting a professor position.

Those who awakened and thrived in the same era as Cheonghyeon were all wary of him. Wherever he appeared, major incidents always erupted. And Cheonghyeon, both then and now, was so ruthless that few wanted him in a key position, regardless of his unparalleled skills.

This was an instinctive wariness inherent to the human species—a tendency to be wary of and even reject what is different. Cheonghyeon, though human in appearance, was more akin to an uncontrollable beast at his core.

At one time, Cheonghyeon was treated like a beast by humans, and he experienced firsthand the contradiction of humans who wanted to control him completely while also failing to hide their instinctive disgust.

Those who tried to forcibly control Cheonghyeon at that time all met their end at his hands. And now, over a decade later, those with impressive titles or positions were mostly those who awakened around the same time as Cheonghyeon and had survived until now.

Espers who were early awakeners and had become the established generation leading the juniors. Would they welcome Cheonghyeon’s joining?

Not only for a professor position but even if he were to be appointed as a mere company executive, they wouldn’t welcome it. Humans might revere something exceptionally outstanding, but if their livelihood is at stake, they reveal their claws first to protect it.

Moreover, a university is a place for nurturing future generations. Cheonghyeon could already foresee the groups that would desperately try to block his way.

Just as they believed they knew Cheonghyeon well, he also knew them well. The habits, tendencies, and instincts of powerful humans… and emotions and actions that were difficult to define with words.

‘I should pay them a visit sometime.’

Right after Juhyeong and Seonyeon were declared missing, he didn’t hang puppet strings over their heads for no reason.

Following the rules he learned from society, Cheonghyeon treated everyone except Hakyung not as humans but with high-handed commands and control. ‘If it bothers me, I kill it.’ Ironically, Cheonghyeon’s rather aggressive approach justified his brainwashing commands.

‘Im Cheonghyeon is a person who kills if things don’t go his way. If you don’t want to die, you must follow his orders. Therefore, following his orders is not wrong.’

Those who were threatened or brainwashed by Cheonghyeon accepted this reasoning and quickly carried out his commands without feeling any discomfort. It worked out well for Cheonghyeon. Whether they accepted it with their thick skulls or rationalized it with their narrow minds, as long as his intentions were fulfilled, it didn’t matter to him.

‘Or… should I just confine him?’

After various thoughts, he arrived at the idea of confinement. Honestly, he wanted to just take Hakyung and lock him up at home, regardless of the professor position. It would be much easier and more reassuring.

Locking the child up might be a hundred, a thousand times better than playing the role of a teacher, which he wasn’t suited for. Especially since Cheonghyeon had no trust in educational institutions, that option felt closer to him.

Schools for non-awakeners were somewhat bearable, but knowing what happened at the awakener school, his already low trust level had hit rock bottom.

He loved his son, but he couldn’t understand Hakyung’s insistence on school. Why did he think he had to go to school when he didn’t even seem to want it?

But understanding was one thing, and since Hakyung wanted to at least get a diploma, Cheonghyeon had no choice but to comply.

Because that’s Hakyung’s life.

If the child decided on his future with his own will, as a parent, the job was to clear the path for him.

Cheonghyeon, albeit clumsily, had been trying to give Hakyung a ‘normal life’ while raising him. He wanted him to make friends, unlike himself, and live without worries, laughing.

That was solely his mindset as a parent.

“Hmm…”

Well, maybe I’ll decide after the kid wakes up.

‘He might mention dropping out first.’

This incident left significant scars on both Hakyung and himself. Cheonghyeon hoped his son would say he wanted to quit that damn trash-producing school. Otherwise, he’d have no choice but to forcibly secure a professor position and storm in.

“Um…, Director.”

“Is it done?”

While deep in thought, Jo Jeongho made his presence known. Cheonghyeon, who had been standing with his arms crossed, leaned slightly towards the bed.

“Yes… but.”

Jo Jeongho glanced at Cheonghyeon, gauging his reaction. He seemed to have something to say.

In the place where the light had faded, Hakyung lay with his original, clean cheek. Cheonghyeon nodded to indicate he had confirmed it and gestured towards the door with his chin. It meant they should talk outside.

The two quietly left the bedroom and walked to the living room. Cheonghyeon pressed the elevator button and slipped his fingers into his pocket. Jo Jeongho hesitated with a troubled expression.

“Why. What? If you have something to say, say it. Don’t act like a dog that needs to pee.”

“A dog that needs to pee, Director. No, it’s just… I don’t know how to say it.”

“If it’s nonsense, can I kill you?”

“N-no! Absolutely not. It’s just, about your son’s injury. It doesn’t seem like it was just from falling. That’s what I was going to say.”

The more fuss he made, the more I want to hit him… Should I smack him?

Cheonghyeon twisted his lips into a crooked smile and chuckled.

“So what do you want to say? That Im Cheonghyeon’s son got beaten up somewhere?”

“Ehe, there you go again, twisting my words.”

Judging by his lack of denial, it seemed he had hit the mark.

Cheonghyeon changed the atmosphere with a bright smile. It was a smile so handsome that even a man would find it impressive.

“He did get beaten up. So I caught those bastards and threw them into Haegakryeong. I was going to mention it anyway, so thanks for bringing it up first?”

“Y-yes…?!”

Oh dear, I knew it. This man caused trouble again!

Jo Jeongho’s face turned pale in an instant. He pressed his palm against his stomach as if he suddenly felt unwell.

Is there anyone else in the world for whom no news is good news like Im Cheonghyeon? Jo Jeongho wanted to smack his own mouth for foolishly saying he had been waiting for contact. Words become seeds, and it seemed like this was all because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“D-did you really k-kill the students?”

His voice trembled uncontrollably. Cheonghyeon nodded lightly.

“Well, yes.”

“Eek…!”

This is bad, really bad!

The fact that Cheonghyeon openly admitted to killing them meant he was prepared to wipe out everyone involved if necessary.

In Jo Jeongho’s experience, Cheonghyeon, no matter how indifferent he was to killing people, never caused incidents out of mere interest. Though he was a man who played above the law, he was usually a very sensible law-abiding citizen.

Instead, when he decided to kill, he did so thoroughly. Moreover, he was quite old-fashioned, and the long-abolished guilt-by-association system was still alive in his mind. It was possible that the next target was already floating in his head. Jo Jeongho was afraid of that. His neck involuntarily shrank like a turtle’s in the cold.

“Six people. Prepare the cause of death.”

Cheonghyeon patted Jo Jeongho’s shoulder a couple of times as if to seal the deal.

“Now, off you go.”

He politely told him to leave since the business was done.

“……”

Jo Jeongho retreated with a dazed expression.

As soon as he got on the elevator, Cheonghyeon returned to Hakyung’s side. Then, as if he had wanted to do so all along, he lay down next to him and snugly pulled his son into his embrace.

“Ha…”

The scent emanating from his son. The tender feel of the nape of his neck, which he had tasted just yesterday, urged him to hug him.

The slender body fit perfectly in his arms. It was as if that place was its original spot, a perfect fit. Cheonghyeon gently nibbled on the back of his son’s neck and the nape, then pressed his lips to his now-clear cheek.

Smooch, smooch….

The kisses, pressing and rubbing his lips, were soft and silent. Whether the wound had truly healed, Hakyung showed no signs of pain even after several kisses. Instead, he seemed to sink deeper into a more profound sleep, enveloped in his warmth and scent.

A sleep so deep it was immeasurable.

Cheonghyeon described the sleep Hakyung was immersed in as such. It was understandable that he wouldn’t wake easily. The sleep that poured out as all the old sorrows and tension were released must have been sweet and deep.

As a father, it was a satisfying situation, but as a lover, he felt a bit resentful that his lover didn’t notice the kisses.

He couldn’t help but touch his son’s cheek repeatedly. The cheek wasn’t particularly plump for biting, but perhaps because the skin was so soft and tender, his lips naturally gravitated toward it.

As he did so, greed gradually grew.

“Your cheek feels similar to your butt cheek…. Both are soft and tender.”

“Mmm…”

Just then, Hakyung shifted in his sleep. He rolled over, facing Cheonghyeon directly. Cheonghyeon chuckled at the unexpected fortune.

“Did you want dad to touch you, whether by chance or not?”

Whether it was a coincidence or not, it was a good thing for Cheonghyeon.

He kissed the slightly flushed cheek and lowered his hand to gently knead the round buttock. That area was particularly plump, filling Cheonghyeon’s hand with its roundness. He wanted to squeeze it roughly, but he held back.

Smooch, smooch, smooch.

His rough lips overlapped with Hakyung’s lips cautiously. It was a kiss no different from a child’s peck, but even that was new to Cheonghyeon. He had kissed countless times before, but now he knew the taste of the flesh hidden within.

So even the same actions brought different feelings. Cheonghyeon tasted a thrill as if intertwining tongues, just by pressing the surface of their lips together. The movement of the lips, pressed into one lump, evoked familiar sensations.

“Mmm…”

When he slightly opened his mouth and sucked on the center of his son’s lips, Hakyung let out a sigh-like moan. Cheonghyeon embraced Hakyung and sighed helplessly.

What an erotic body….

“Even in your sleep, you feel it, child.”

Is this what it’s like to be sensitive? He didn’t know. The only man Cheonghyeon knew was Hakyung, and the only one he wanted to know inside and out was Hakyung.

Cheonghyeon hummed as he gently massaged both of his son’s buttocks.

“Sleep well, my child….”

Meanwhile, he gradually pulled down his pants. Since he had already changed into pajamas, the elastic waistband of the pajama pants slid down without much resistance.

Squeak, squeak….

As he hummed the lullaby he used to sing to him every day as a baby, Hakyung returned to his gentle, snoring breaths as if by magic. It was a part that even Cheonghyeon was secretly surprised by.

“Our Hakyung, still a baby, huh? Were you waiting for dad’s lullaby?”

Feeling subtly proud, Cheonghyeon began to move in earnest. For some reason, the thrill of secretly touching his sleeping son was exhilarating.

‘I want to suck it….’

The destination was the back hole. Imagining the pussy, moist with pre-cum, made his mouth water. The desire to put that pretty pink area, which turned red when penetrated, into his mouth and suck it up surged.

If he didn’t wake up even after that, he planned to press each wrinkle with his cock, watching as his son’s pussy hole gaped, eager to swallow his father’s cock.

Tap, tap.

While he was at it, he also unbuttoned Hakyung’s pajama top. His upper body, marked with Cheonghyeon’s traces, was revealed.

A beautiful body.

It was a strange body that seemed to have been born to be embraced by a man. It was too delicate to be called manly, yet not quite the rounded curves of a woman.

Cheonghyeon spread Hakyung’s pajama top wide open and rubbed his nose against the nipple. Even as his consciousness sank to the other side, his body seemed to know what was happening, as the areola and nipple swelled, waiting for his lover’s touch.

Should he give in to the blind temptation or not, Cheonghyeon hesitated, then gently held the nipple with just his lips. No matter how much he embraced it, the nipple remained small. That bothered him a bit today.

He wrapped one arm around his slender waist and pressed their bellies together. When he lifted one of Hakyung’s thighs and pulled it towards him, the gap between his legs naturally opened, revealing the gaping hole.

Cheonghyeon placed his middle finger on his son’s hole and gently rotated it. At the same time, he bit the nipple along with the chest flesh with just his lips.

“Mmm…, mm…”

Hakyung furrowed his brow slightly. His closed eyelids seemed to tremble, but he hadn’t opened his eyes yet. Cheonghyeon only extended his tongue to brush against the pointed protrusion again. Then, as he quickly licked it, Hakyung’s body subtly responded with movements that seemed like he was grinding his hips.

“Huh, look at that.”

Not knowing what it was, the way he moved his hips was both ridiculous and cute.

“Mmm, ah…”

The subtle hip movements didn’t stop quickly. Whether he was having a lewd dream or not, Hakyung raised his arms to embrace Cheonghyeon and gently rubbed against him. In response, his thick cock began to swell and grow.

“Geez…. I might end up getting eaten again while trying to sneak a taste.”

Didn’t he also finish his first experience, captivated by his son’s clueless gestures?

Though he was enthusiastic once they started having sex, Cheonghyeon sometimes couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being devoured by Hakyung. Regardless of the fact that he had taken Hakyung’s first time.

“Sometimes I wonder if Hakyung is my cock sheath or if I’m Hakyung’s pussy scratcher?”

But judging by his unconscious behavior of moving his hips to initiate sex, Hakyung was indeed his lover. He was a child who instinctively knew how to extract his father’s cum. Therefore, Cheonghyeon couldn’t help but sigh today as well.

“How does he distinguish between dad and lover with that little head….”

Cheonghyeon had his own distinctions between being ‘father’ and ‘lover.’ The mindset was different from the start, so it was hard for him not to notice.

On the other hand, Hakyung seemed to distinguish, yet didn’t seem to. Since the basic title was ‘father,’ he had to discern through subtle differences in attitude, but the boundary was very unclear.

He chuckled habitually and pulled out his cock from his pants. Even if only instinct existed, a son was a son. The cock, covered in the familiar taste and scent of his body, pulsed with excitement, demanding to know where its cock sheath was, splattering fluid here and there in frustration.

While catching his breath, his cock was fully erect. Judging by its state, it needed to be thrust and released to calm down. The veins bulged grotesquely, and if it didn’t taste his son’s pussy, it seemed ready to burst with anger and pee.

Cheonghyeon’s eyes suddenly gazed into the distant void. The memory of the day he had peed into his son’s pussy flashed vividly.

The taste that felt like it melted his brain.

The taste of his son on that day, which resurfaced whenever he was about to forget, lingered vividly.

Today was, of course, different from that day. Hakyung was sound asleep, unable to gather his wits, and the hole he was supposed to enter hadn’t been properly loosened yet. Meanwhile, his cock was so veined that it signaled immediate insertion was impossible.

He knew that in his head, but the problem was he wanted to do it anyway.

He pressed his son’s hole firmly, lost in serious contemplation.

‘If I put it in now… would I be raping my son?’