HG | Chapter 28

Embarrassingly, as soon as the obscene thought crossed his mind, his cock throbbed and twitched significantly. This was a reaction even Cheonghyeon hadn’t anticipated.

The idea of ravishing his sleeping son was already twisted, but a father getting aroused and erect at the sight of his sleeping child?

As a parent, he was disqualified. Yet, he couldn’t deny the fact that seeing his son asleep had made him hard, and the sight of his relaxed, supple body made his mouth water.

The slender body, with bones slightly protruding, was entirely to Cheonghyeon’s taste. Specifically, it was only after holding Hakyung that he realized he liked slender bodies that fit snugly in his embrace. More precisely, ‘Im Hakyung’ was his taste.

Had he ever considered someone his ‘type’ before?

As far as Cheonghyeon could remember, never. He had seen enough of others’ naked bodies and had enough sex, but the more he did, the more empty and irritated he felt. The urge to constantly devour a particular human was a first for him.

If he had cherished humans as he loved Hakyung, he would have been at the forefront of protecting humanity.

Coincidentally, since that affection was concentrated on one person, his obsession with Hakyung was much stronger and darker than he himself realized.

In reality, he often felt the urge to swallow Hakyung whole. To make his son’s flesh, bones, and every cell part of him, becoming one.

However, he could still manage that impulse without much difficulty because he overwhelmingly preferred being able to touch, feel, and see the tangible form.

He wanted to cherish this body. At the same time, he wanted to leave his mark on it until it was ragged.

Having two desires coexist was now familiar. The former was a natural feeling as a parent, and the latter as Hakyung’s only esper and lover.

Cheonghyeon repeatedly caressed from his son’s armpit down the inward curve of his waist, over the rounded buttocks, and down to the slender thighs. With his other arm, he wrapped around his back, pressing between the buttocks.

That butt hole was the problem.

‘At this rate, it’ll take forever to get wet.’

To insert, it first had to be wet. Without that, insertion would be impossible, and it would only be a time of pain for both Hakyung and himself. After all, rape is an act that caters solely to the pleasure of one’s cock. But if no one feels good after insertion, what is the point of the act?

Hakyung, being naturally sensitive, would squirt pussy juice profusely, but in other words, he had a body that only opened up when made to squirt pre-cum.

Moreover, it was originally a man’s body. Even if pre-cum came out, it wasn’t an organ designed to receive a cock, so the hole’s passage and the connected belly were too narrow.

‘It can’t be helped.’

Cheonghyeon decided to release his esper energy for the first time in a while. He emitted a wavelength as gently as a breeze, so as not to wake the child.

“Haa…!”

Sure enough, the guiding energy that had been coiled inside Hakyung resonated with Cheonghyeon. His belly hollowed and returned several times. Hakyung arched his back as if electrocuted, several more times.

“Huh…”

A sticky scent wafted up from below. The finger that had been rubbing the hole was also sucked inside.

The inside began to open.

“Good, my good child. You’re listening well.”

Cheonghyeon pulled out the middle finger he had inserted deep into the inner wall and held it up to the light. Transparent fluid wrapped around the entire finger like a film.

Instead of reinserting his finger, he sat up. He took the opportunity to lay Hakyung flat and removed the clothes he had barely been wearing.

Before he knew it, both of them were completely naked. Cheonghyeon gazed at his sleeping son, who had his mouth slightly open, and pushed his slender thighs up towards his chest. The plump, swollen hole gaped, welcoming Cheonghyeon. It was the hole he wanted, moist with pre-cum.

At that point, he could have inserted two or three fingers and started widening the inner wall, but his pattern was entirely different.

Grabbing the tightly pressed legs with both hands and pressing the thigh flesh even closer,

“Hoo…”

He thrust his flesh cock between them.

“Mmm…”

Hakyung spread his arms like he was surrendering and gripped the pillowcase. This time, his eyelids fluttered as if he might open them.

“Shh… A good child should sleep well, right?”

Cheonghyeon leaned forward slightly and kneaded Hakyung’s chest flesh. His thin, long calves were neatly folded, pressing against his upper body.

His sleeping son, suddenly in a position with his thighs and knees folded, received his father’s cock. The soft thigh flesh, different from the inner wall, enveloped the man’s cock.

The taste of fucking between the thighs, not the pussy hole, was quite peculiar.

Slap, slap!

“Huh, ah, ah…”

The soft flesh, as tender as the inner lining, melted his cock, while the bulging genitals of the same man pressed against Cheonghyeon’s cock, reminding him of its presence.

Cheonghyeon unconsciously bit his tongue and deliberately changed his rhythm to rub against his son’s cock. Until then, he had thrust straight, focusing on the taste of the thigh flesh, but afterward, he moved his hips as if digging a shovel to press more firmly against the soft balls and cock root.

“Hoo, hoo.”

Thrust, thrust! Slap, slap!

“Haa…!”

The back door, which had been left alone for a while, spewed pussy juice again. The area under Hakyung’s eyes flushed with heat. It was proof that his body was feeling it properly.

Cheonghyeon unceremoniously thrust his fingers into the pussy hole. The inner wall, which accepted two fingers as if it were nothing, was slick with pre-cum.

Even so, it wasn’t thoroughly loosened. He would have to scissor with his fingers for a while to stretch the entrance or shove his tongue in and suck until the tongue’s papillae wore out for the tight flesh to go limp and open its mouth.

He was momentarily lost in a happy dilemma. Should he savor the thighs a bit more or wet his throat with pussy juice?

The thighs were a new taste, and the hole was a familiar but always desirable taste. It was the difference between a new menu and the best signature menu.

The decision was quick.

“Huh!”

Hakyung arched his back, pulling his waist taut. Cheonghyeon, as if he had never hesitated, spread his son’s thighs wide and brought his face to his groin. With four fingers, excluding the thumb, he rubbed the inner wall and sniffed deeply at the small, round balls, the damp cock, the even wetter pussy, and the reddened perineum.

His caress, like sniffing before eating, particularly resembled the process of dining.

Smooch.

He pressed his lips deeply against the taut perineum and then lifted the corners of his mouth slightly.

“Son, your pussy smells strong. Did I wash you a bit hastily today?”

Cheonghyeon knew that Hakyung would retreat into sleep when under extreme pressure. Hakyung had been in a deep sleep since the day he returned to school. Having experienced a similar pattern several times recently, he couldn’t help but notice.

Still, it was better for him to stay at home, even asleep, than to be at school, so he took care of him contentedly. However, today, he had been busy dealing with the bugs in the morning, so he hadn’t washed him as thoroughly as usual.

‘This is nice too.’

Cheonghyeon, being somewhat of a neat freak, had been washing his son thoroughly every morning and evening. Though it wasn’t necessary, he had continued the routine out of habit.

Then, in a situation that happened by chance, the strong scent of his son…

“Hmm…”

It was temptingly intoxicating enough to make his head tingle.

He smeared the pre-cum he had scraped from his son’s intestines onto his cock. Then, with the glans that seemed to emit steam, he traced over the flat belly, navel, naturally divided chest line, and plump nipple.

Even when just touching and sucking, the breast flesh was delicious, but when eaten with his cock, it was a delicacy. When the plump nipple touched the glans, it felt as pleasurable as fucking a clitoris. It was similar when he scratched with the veins on his cock or simply rubbed with the smooth shaft. It even felt like the small pussy balls were toying with his cock.

Cheonghyeon suppressed the urge to shove the protruding nipple into his pee hole and moved smoothly. With the tip of his long cock, he gently pressed against his son’s lips.

“Damn…”

The sensation made him curse involuntarily.

Moreover, since he was sleeping with his mouth slightly open, a small tongue was peeking out near his lips. It wasn’t sticking out beyond his lips, but it was caught between his lower teeth and lips, enough to be touched if he wanted.

Cheonghyeon knew the sensation of those lips and tongue sucking his cock.

It was just last week. On the other hand, it felt like it had been so long that it seemed like a distant past.

Swoosh, swoosh.

“Would using cum lip balm keep the bugs away? What do you think, son?”

As a father, he couldn’t bring himself to lift the tongue directly. He first traced the lips with the glans. They were thin and soft lips. Even when kissing, they were so soft that they drove him crazy, and rubbing them with his cock intensified that feeling.

“Kuh…”

Cheonghyeon’s brow suddenly furrowed deeply. Hakyung’s tongue, unconsciously trying to lick his lips, brushed against the man’s cock.

It was a miraculous coincidence. Cheonghyeon struggled to control his urge to shove his cock into his son’s mouth. As a result, veins bulged in his arms, temples, and neck.

Drip…

But in the end, he failed to hold back his ejaculation. The urge to ejaculate came much earlier than usual. It wasn’t a climax that built up from accumulated pleasure but was almost like a physiological urination. So the amount of semen was less than usual, but the important thing was that Cheonghyeon had involuntarily spilled his seed.

“Huh.”

The situation, deviating from his intention, wasn’t entirely welcome. Nevertheless, Cheonghyeon couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Drip. The semen slid down, thoroughly soaking his son’s face.

The sight of his face drenched in his seed was immensely satisfying.

He chuckled as he wiped the freshly ejaculated glans on the small protruding tongue. The sensation was refreshingly pleasant.

“Maybe I should forget about cum lip balm and have him drink cum milk every day?”

So that every time he exhales, the scent of male semen reminds him of who this body belongs to.

He could talk to others while wearing a mask.

As a lover, Cheonghyeon also agreed with Hakyung making friends and living a peaceful life. It was just that his possessiveness and vigilance made him want to place a thick barrier between ‘friends’ and Hakyung.

Of course, he could accompany him to every meeting with others….

But he preferred to leave his mark on Hakyung, hoping he would control himself.

‘If I insert it, he might wake up.’

Cheonghyeon planned to savor his son’s pussy flesh while he slept. The inner lining seemed adequately loosened, but given the girth of his cock, there was a high chance of waking him during the process.

Then, an intriguing thought occurred to him.

‘Should I use brainwashing to interfere with our son’s dream?’

Could it be possible?

He would have sex with the real Hakyung, while Hakyung would have sex with him in his dream.

Even if he used the <Brainwashing> skill, he couldn’t peer into the other’s dream or read their thoughts like palm lines. Brainwashing was a strong command, not a mind-reflecting ability.

However, he had heard that when ‘unification’ occurred between an esper and a guide, it was possible to read the other’s history, life, and thoughts for a moment, like a soul synchronization. Cheonghyeon didn’t know if there were actual cases of this. Juhyeong and Seonyeon had told him it was theoretically possible, so he only understood the concept.

Anyway, what he wanted wasn’t unification but to create a ripple in Hakyung’s subconscious. If he could gauge how far brainwashing could influence, it would be possible to mold the child more to his liking.

‘I’m curious about what kind of sex he has in his dreams.’

In reality, the subject of sex was both of them, but Hakyung had always been swept along by Cheonghyeon’s lead.

But in dreams, the subject was Im Hakyung.

Whether Hakyung was aware or not, whatever he desired or even a slight wish would come true. That’s the nature of dreams.

Cheonghyeon, filled with anticipation, hooked his arms under Hakyung’s knees. He aimed the cum hole at the slightly closed entrance.

Finally, just before entering, he wrapped Hakyung in esper energy and applied brainwashing for the first time.

“Dream of dad, my son.”

Whoosh!

As the skill was activated, the golden haze that Hakyung was so fond of swept through the room. Similarly, the guiding energy, reacting to its partner, naturally emerged and intertwined like clasped hands.

“Ah…!”

Hakyung’s back arched in a curve. Between his spread legs, fresh pussy juice gushed out. At precisely that moment, Cheonghyeon opened his son’s body.

Thud! Without mercy, he thrust in to the root.

“……!”

A cock hammer pounding the intestines.

That was the signal for Hakyung to suddenly feel as if his soul had been expelled, and he snapped his eyes open.

‘Is this… a dream?’

It was definitely a dream.

When Hakyung regained consciousness, he found himself at school.

***

“How did this happen?”

School, of all places.

Hakyung looked around in confusion.

“I definitely came home…”

And then he hadn’t returned to school, just sleeping for several days. He wasn’t sure exactly how many days had passed, but he remembered the general sequence clearly.

Where he was now wasn’t even outside the school.

“Our Hakyung, looking so damn pretty today too?”

Thud.

“…Han Hee-gyeom?”

“Oh? Expensive Hakyung is kindly calling my name today, what’s the occasion?”

‘Guiding practice class…’

Hakyung found himself in a class he wasn’t particularly fond of. Was it a relief that it wasn’t a repeat of the last class he attended?

He didn’t know why he was suddenly dreaming this. As he racked his brain to find a reason, he finally came up with a hypothesis.

‘Is it trauma…?’

Since his father had come and resolved things in reality, was his subconscious now trying to shake off the nightmare by bringing them back?

Was it too exaggerated a guess? But if not, he couldn’t fathom why they had appeared in his dream.

To be honest, he was secretly afraid. Afraid that his father’s visit was a dream and this was reality.

It was a natural worry for Hakyung, who didn’t yet know what fate had befallen Han Hee-gyeom’s group. He also had no idea why Cheonghyeon hadn’t called a healer for nearly a week and let Hakyung’s injuries linger.

Say you won’t attend the awakener school. Promise you won’t go to places teeming with espers.

Injuries remind you of painful memories, and painful memories develop into a desire not to face that subject again.

Cheonghyeon’s contradictory actions of wanting him to make friends but also wanting him to quit school ultimately led to this dream. Cheonghyeon’s guess that he would be having intense sex in bed, having commanded ‘Dream of dad,’ was way off the mark.

“Damn, Im Hakyung. I knew it. Ignoring people again.”

“Ugh.”

What kind of dream is this vivid?

Hakyung shuddered internally at Han Hee-gyeom’s behavior, which was no different from reality. In some ways, it was impressive that this guy only thought of humiliating and screwing him, whether in dreams or reality.

The grip on his shoulder hurt. It was a very realistic pain. Along with it, his cheek seemed to throb with phantom pain, and Hakyung unconsciously covered his injured cheek with his hand.

At that moment, a deep voice interjected from behind.

“Stop. That’s enough.”