HG | Chapter 32

“Oh, right… To have a baby, don’t you need to open up the milk ducts first?”

Whether Hakyung’s vision was blurring or not, Cheonghyeon spoke as if he had experience impregnating a man before.

Hakyung gave up thinking any further. Im Cheonghyeon was someone difficult to handle, whether in dreams or reality. It was amazing how he had hidden his perverted speech and unpredictable nature all this time.

Gulp.

A thick Adam’s apple moved visibly. Surprisingly, it was Im Cheonghyeon who swallowed.

“Ahh…! Hah, haa, ah, dad, ah!”

“Hoo… Why, dad?”

“Ahng! Ahh, mm, hngh, mm!”

Thrust, thrust!

The thrusting that had paused resumed. Hakyung tilted his head back again. Since he was leaning against him, it was better that way. Unless he had something like a bed sheet to hold onto, the best he could do was press his body against the broad support.

“Haha… Thinking about my baby’s milk makes me… hungry.”

“Hngh!”

Muttering as if to himself, Cheonghyeon lowered his head and continued sucking on the plump breast. He deliberately focused on one side, biting and scratching the small nipple persistently.

Jingle, jingle….

The nipple ring on the untouched side chimed clearly like a wind chime hung by the window.

“Hngh, mm, ah, ah!”

Hakyung closed his eyes and pushed the man away. Or perhaps he was pulling him closer. Trying to push him with his slender arms didn’t budge him, so it was indistinguishable from resting his arms on him for support.

Smooch.

“Come to think of it. I remember hearing something interesting before.”

“Haa, hngh….”

“They say delaying ejaculation helps when opening the milk ducts….”

Fortunately or unfortunately, Hakyung was so focused on the tingling nipple that he didn’t fully hear what he said. He covered the chest that had barely escaped the sucking with his hand. The nipple felt swollen and hard against his palm.

“Hngh….”

The nipple was particularly sore. Moreover, since he wasn’t alternating, focusing on one side made it seem like the skin would soon peel off.

Even the tongue, which was gentle at first, felt stinging after continuous friction. He worried whether the tender flesh had been damaged by his father’s fierce nibbling. Given past experiences in reality, it was a credible concern.

He had heard somewhere that a strong shock could jolt you awake from a dream.

‘Is it because it’s a lucid dream that I don’t wake up?’

It was a plausible guess. Since he was aware it was a dream, perhaps he wasn’t perceiving the shock as a shock. The awareness that ‘anything can happen in a dream’ might be acting as a mental barrier.

If that hypothesis were true, how much stronger a shock would it take to break this dream…. Whether the hypothesis was true or not, it was an unfortunate result for Hakyung.

“Nothing to lose, so should I give it a try?”

“What, what?”

What is he trying….

Hakyung’s eyes snapped open. Only then did he realize he had missed a significant part of Cheonghyeon’s words.

Shiver. Before he could think, his body trembled. He was anxious. Had anything he attempted recently ended normally?

His groin was starting to hurt. His thighs were spread too wide, making the insides of his thighs and groin throb and ache.

“Mm…. Hah…!”

Lost in thought, Hakyung arched his back. Cheonghyeon had changed his movements. Instead of thrusting hard, he was rubbing and rotating at the junction, stimulating the inside, causing Hakyung to melt helplessly.

“Hngh, ah… hngh, mm….”

Moans of agony flowed from his delicate lips. His fingertips tingled as if they had cramps, and Hakyung kept panting and drooling. His lips parted involuntarily, and his eyes glazed over, easily allowing the man’s touch. He opened his chest, which had been throbbing with pain, and spread his thighs as much as he could, moving his waist first.

Chuckling, Cheonghyeon let out a low growl from his throat. He nibbled on his son’s well-shaped ear and poked his tongue into the ear canal.

“Our baby is whining for daddy’s seed…? Are you annoyed because I stopped fucking your pussy?”

Strictly speaking, he hadn’t stopped, but Cheonghyeon spewed vulgar words like semen.

Hakyung’s nape flushed red. His cheeks and ears turned a rosy hue without distinction. Of course, the reddest parts were his lips and lower hole, making it hard to tell which was the upper mouth and which was the lower just by color.

Both were red, plump, and moist.

“Ah… ah, mm, hurry….”

Squish, slurp, squelch. The man watching his son ride his cock let out a hollow laugh. Then, as if making a decision, he took out the urethral catheter and cock ring from his jacket pocket.

Even as he made them, he wondered if he’d ever use them. After all, Hakyung’s cock was so pretty that watching it squirt semen from the urethra was quite a sight. How much semen could he possibly ejaculate, and blocking it forcibly seemed like a terrible thing to do, so he hadn’t tried it immediately.

But….

Cheonghyeon pressed his son’s chest against him with his palm.

“Hngh…?”

The wet face turned toward his father. It was a look asking why he wasn’t using the pussy scraper.

Cheonghyeon kissed the cute tip of his nose and gently grasped Hakyung’s cock. Compared to the hairless, childlike groin, the erect cock was quite long. It was a cock that suited the expression ‘straight.’ Smooth, light, and extending in a straight line.

And how cute the balls were. Two small, round beads that didn’t sag but were firmly attached, just looking at them whetted the appetite.

Whether man or woman, who could pass by his naked body indifferently?

Even if it wasn’t just his bias, the transparent white and clear body touched the base human desires that lay dormant beneath reason. Unlike simply being pretty and pleasing to the eye, there were bodies in the world that particularly stimulated lust. Coincidentally, Hakyung was like that.

“Baby. Hold onto daddy tightly.”

“Ahh! Ahhh!”

Cheonghyeon wrapped his large hand around his son’s cock and fondled it. The smooth shaft and soft balls fit into one hand.

Squish, slurp. To prevent his son from getting tense, he gently teased the soft flesh. With shallow penetration, Hakyung wiggled his toes. Pressing his calves tightly against his thighs, he seemed to be holding back ejaculation.

Hakyung was almost lying down, leaning against Cheonghyeon. Cheonghyeon aligned the end of the catheter he held in his left hand with Hakyung’s glans hole. The catheter was a thin, long stainless steel material, a basic type suitable for beginners.

When the cool object touched the sensitive glans, Hakyung sensed something strange and lifted his head.

That was the moment.

“…!”

Ah, ah…!

Hakyung let out a silent scream. When extremely surprised, the throat closes as if the breath is caught.

His already large eyes widened to the limit in shock and astonishment. His spine stiffened at his father’s actions, trying to poke every hole.

That shock was enough to break Cheonghyeon’s brainwashing. Ironically, it was the ‘strong shockwave’ Hakyung had been waiting for.

……Thrust! Thrust, thrust, thrust!

“Hngh!”

With a jolt, as his back arched upward, Hakyung returned to reality. To Cheonghyeon, who was fucking his sleeping son, it seemed like the kid who had been sleeping well suddenly snapped! awake.

“Baby, you’re awake.”

“Hah, haah, mm, hngh!”

Startled, panting, and taking his father’s cock, Hakyung was swept away by pleasure, unable to sort out what was happening.

The man, who had been thrusting deep into Hakyung’s waist, smiled broadly.

“Did you have a good dream?”

“Ah…!”

His father’s question was enough to calm Hakyung’s confusion.

‘I’m back…!’

And he realized belatedly that his father had been involved in that dream.

Of course. There was no way he would have such a vivid and bizarre dream without Cheonghyeon’s interference.

If he had been a moment late, his cock hole might have been pierced, and Hakyung shivered unknowingly.

Cheonghyeon pressed Hakyung’s thighs gently, bringing their lower bodies together. The heavy weight pressed down on Hakyung, flattening him.

“Ah, dad, mm….”

So, so heavy.

His legs spread wide enough to feel the strain in his flexible joints. Hakyung had no choice but to wrap his calves around the man’s waist. Crossing his ankles over his waist might have been more stable, but unfortunately, his legs couldn’t reach that far.

Squelch, swoosh.

“Damn….”

“Hngh….”

The man’s ejaculation was somewhat sudden. As if it wasn’t intentional, Cheonghyeon’s expression was fierce.

Why was that? Subconsciously trying to find the cause, Hakyung soon dismissed the thought.

“Ahng! Mm, haaang!”

Slosh, slosh. While Hakyung was asleep, the semen and bodily fluids filled his belly, sloshing uncomfortably. The man, as if his ejaculation wasn’t over, precisely targeted the hole, thrusting his pubic bone.

The coarse pubic hair scratched the junction and the plump perineum. The dizzying pleasure dragged Hakyung into the pit beneath reason.

“Hah! Ah! Hngh!”

Thump, thump. As if there was a womb inside Hakyung, the round cock end stirred his insides in a peculiar rhythm. But the thick flesh pierced a particularly narrow internal passage, making Hakyung feel increasingly strange. It seemed he was influenced by the erotic dream he had just had.

“Baby, what kind of dream did you have to become such a slutty pussy? You’re pulling a man’s waist without knowing how scary it is?”

Thrust! Thrust! Slap, slap, slap!

The man, who sharply scolded, tightened his grip on his buttocks and moved his waist. For Hakyung, who received that force entirely, it was torture.

“Hngh, mm, ah! Ah! Ahhh!”

Ah, I feel like I’m going to die. My butt, my insides feel like they’re going to burst.

Slutty pussy. The man’s words might be right. In reality, Hakyung couldn’t clearly distinguish between dream and reality. In both the dream and reality, he was entangled with his father, rolling around here and there, so he didn’t feel like denying it.

“Hmm, mm, ah, hngh!”

Look at that water splashing. Hakyung evaluated his hole as if he were a third party.

His stimulated inner wall and insides contracted on their own, trying to block the ferocious cock flesh. That attempt was good. The flesh, all mushy, created an effect as if sucking the cock with the soft flesh inside the lips.

The indistinguishability of the upper and lower mouths was something Cheonghyeon often said. To be precise, only Cheonghyeon said such things. Hakyung thought it was all part of a perverted play and never acknowledged it, but seeing this scene, he understood Cheonghyeon’s opinion.

The slippery flesh, soaked in bodily fluids, didn’t feel any pain even when fully spread. Just like when accepting a very large piece of food with the upper mouth, it was a bit difficult to move but not painful.

The legs that had wrapped around the man to support himself were now spread to the limit, opening his thighs. It was a gesture to accept him deeper and more comfortably.

Slap, slap, smooch. Every time the skin met and parted, it made a sound similar to a kiss. The place the man stirred was hot. As he reached the climax, his waist bounced violently, and the arc seemed like a movement to help receive the man’s seed and aid implantation.

Even after a long ejaculation, Cheonghyeon’s cock was still hard. The moisture sloshing inside his belly was the only evidence that he had ejaculated.

Cheonghyeon, seemingly dissatisfied with the ejaculation timing that went against his intention, hammered into Hakyung while holding him in his arms.

“Hngh! Ah, dad, mm, hngh, hngh!”

“No, Hakyung. It’s dad. My baby, are you making a baby with ‘dad’ right now?”

Not a lover, but a father.

Realizing reality, goosebumps rose, and a wave of urination surged.

“Hah…!”

The malicious whisper didn’t stop there. Sliding his tongue from Hakyung’s earlobe to his nape, he spoke lewdly.

“Then, if ‘dad’ wants to hold Hakyung, well… should I shoot something other than semen?”

My baby wants to receive only father’s seed.

The man, grinning mischievously, flashed his golden eyes. He licked his lower lip with a bright red tongue. He licked his son’s grotesquely twisted face. He bit his cheek greedily and even stole his lips.

“What should we do, Hakyung? The one here is dad, not father.”

Thrust.

“Still,”

“Hngh!”

“Tasty, right? Daddy’s cock. Seeing your pussy sucking on daddy’s cock as if it doesn’t want it to leave…. Or do you still think it’s father’s cock?”

“P-please, hngh… don’t say such things… ahng!”

Thrust, thrust, smack!

Hakyung squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the back of his head hard against the bed sheet. The veins on his slender nape provoked the male’s biting. Cheonghyeon hurriedly buried his face in Hakyung’s nape. He bit and licked the thin skin and flesh, soaking it in his scent.

“Mm, hngh, ah!”

Before they knew it, the two were entangled as one, sharing their entire bodies. Now, the hole wasn’t just a hole but an umbilical cord accepting the father, communing with dad.

With the cock umbilical cord buried in his son’s soft flesh, Cheonghyeon confessed.

“Baby, I love you.”

Thrust!

“Hngh…!”

As if timed with the confession, the second ejaculation began. Splat, splat! Hakyung, too, released all the pent-up pleasure upon receiving the warm stream.

But it was strange.

The semen was too hot. It was different from the usual temperature of the semen he received. Thinking it was because his flesh was heated, Hakyung soon flailed his limbs.

“Ah, ah…!”

“Haa….”

Gush, the hot and fishy bodily fluids swirled inside Hakyung’s belly. His father’s semen and dad’s urine mixed.

The same person yet a different entity, Im Cheonghyeon.

When all the hot and dirty heat flowed through the umbilical cord he provided.

Cheonghyeon curved his eyes like a young man bitten by excitement.

“Hakyung said… he didn’t want to eat daddy’s semen.”

Really… unbelievable.

The ‘dad’ shyly blushing under his eyes was truly absurd, dizzying, and yet lovable… Hakyung let out a short, hollow breath.

And for the first time since becoming an adult, he pouted in front of his father.

“Dad, you’re a pervert.”

***

After the long sex, to conclude, Hakyung was confined. It was an outcome achieved half voluntarily, half involuntarily. Hakyung, who had stubbornly insisted on getting his diploma, thought it was difficult to handle the recent incident, and Cheonghyeon eagerly encouraged him to drop out.

“You don’t need to attend that kind of school to do guiding, you know?”

“……”

“If you really want to learn guiding… should daddy teach you?”

Hakyung glanced at him with a doubtful look. The content itself was very tempting, but after the recent sex, when he referred to himself as ‘daddy,’ it didn’t sound as straightforward as before.

It was clear that Cheonghyeon distinguished between ‘father’ and ‘daddy.’ However, how he differentiated was very ambiguous, making it difficult for Hakyung to quickly catch on. Honestly, it felt like he was whimsically changing and attaching meanings.

The two were sprawled in Hakyung’s room for the first time in a while. Hakyung had fled to his room after lying in Cheonghyeon’s bed all along, and Cheonghyeon followed him.

Squish, squish.

Cheonghyeon deliberately sat behind him, hugging him from behind. He seemed to have taken a liking to fondling his soft cheeks, and while Hakyung found it cute, it was also a bit annoying.

‘Well… it’s better than him fiddling with the hole.’

Startled by the thought that came to mind, he shrank his neck. Then he leaned back against his father’s chest and chuckled.

‘Yeah… saying it’s annoying, in the past, it would’ve been more than I deserved, and I’d be thinking of getting slapped. But dad loves me so much like this.’

Smooch.

“My baby, you’re so cute I could die. Who told you to be so adorable? Do you like daddy’s arms? Hm?”

“Yes… mm….”

The way he naturally leaned in as if this was the only place he could rely on was so cute. Cheonghyeon habitually bit his son’s cheek.

“Even if daddy’s a pervert?”