Hero Hunter is on Parental Leave C59

Chapter 59

One month later.

“Won Iheun…! Wake up—hurry! This is not the time for that!”

With a flushed face, Yeongung ran over and snatched the baby cotton diaper out of Iheun’s hand.

“What’s going on?”

Then he delivered the long-awaited, joyous news.

“Jaehee… walked…!”

After recently pulling himself up to stand, Jaehee had finally taken his first steps. Yeongung encouraged the child, who was wobbling forward one step at a time.

“Jaehee. That’s right. Come to Dad.”

Holding onto the dining chair, Jaehee filled his vision with his father’s radiant face. Won Iheun quickly joined in cheering.

With both parents’ support behind him, the child moved his chubby ankles. When he finally reached Yeongung, he tilted forward, his heavy head dropping—

“Well done, my baby!”

“Da…d!”

Yeongung caught Jaehee and spun around once. Iheun recorded the moment with a recorder.

It was one of Yeongung’s newer hobbies—born from growing tired of a world where everything could be solved with mana. He wanted his son to know how people had lived before the age of awakening.

Just then, the idiot duo returned from the market. Hamgyeol set the grocery bags down and read the room.

“Vice Guild Master—did something good happen?”

“Hamgyeol, Jaehee just walked! From the table all the way to where I’m standing—on his own!”

Startled, Sanghui dropped the drink he was holding.

“What? Our nephew walked? For real?”

Ignoring the spilled drink, he charged into the living room. For once, no one scolded him for being clumsy.

“Nephew, congratulations! When you’re bigger, Uncle will buy you a Tintinping bike!”

Overjoyed, Sanghui was already promising a bicycle to a child who’d just learned to walk.

“A bike is still a long way off. For now, let’s celebrate properly starting tonight.”

At Yeongung’s party declaration, Sanghui—who lived for fun—flared his nostrils.

Though labeled the “idiot duo” by their superiors, the two were top-tier active hunters outside. After coming to Muhaedo and doing nothing but childcare, boredom must’ve been suffocating.

Yeongung smiled gently at the two, who were already plotting party ideas.

“You’ve worked hard.”

For Jaehee, who had virtually no relatives, they’d become dependable uncles. At first, they’d only followed Won Iheun’s orders—but over time, their affection had grown deeper than that of blood relatives.

Knowing how hard they’d worked to open the child’s heart, Yeongung felt twice as grateful.

But the two men’s expressions darkened. Sanghui muttered, eyeing the extreme-dominant alpha standing right behind Yeongung.

“That guy’s possessed again.”

…Possessed?

Before Yeongung could question it, a solid arm wrapped around his waist. As he tried to turn, Iheun rubbed his nose against Yeongung’s nape.

“I told you not to smile so freely.”

So that was it. Iheun was jealous because Yeongung had smiled—at someone else.

Annoyed, Yeongung shot back,

“You’re the one I told to fix your mouth.”

Having experienced these verbal skirmishes before, Sanghui retreated with Hamgyeol to 302, saying they’d come back later.

The alpha pressed his hardened arousal firmly into the cleft of the omega’s hips. Elastic skin wrapped around him even through layers of fabric, heat bleeding through thin clothing and stirring dangerous sensations.

Suppressing a sound, Yeongung pleaded with moist eyes.

“…Won Iheun, please.”

The alpha gripped one of Yeongung’s hips hard enough to bruise, breathing rough. The omega’s neat, desperate expression—begging him to stop—was obscenely tempting.

Then Jaehee reacted to the sudden surge of his biological father’s pheromones.

“Big Da—!”

Thankfully, the child was held against Yeongung’s chest and couldn’t see Iheun standing behind him.

One warning was enough. Channeling mana, Yeongung threw Iheun onto the sofa. Today wasn’t for adults—it was for a child.

“Big Dad, let’s act like mature adults and respect time and place.”

Since their inner-world exchange, Jaehee had started calling Won Iheun “Big Dad.” Yeongung remained simply “Dad.”

Appropriate—and satisfying, since Iheun was taller.

Iheun lay sprawled where he’d landed, making no effort to defend himself, as if staging a protest.

“So you’re going to act like that? Fine. We’ll enjoy ourselves.”

Humming a favorite pop song, Yeongung went to the wardrobe and pulled out the cute clothes Lee Chahyeon had gifted at Jaehee’s first birthday.

While deciding what to dress his little angel in, Iheun suddenly held out a shopping bag.

“Matching outfits. For the three of us.”

Yeongung’s eyes sparkled at the winged baby outfit. The fabric was luxuriously soft, lightly scented, pristine.

“This would look so good on Jaehee. When did you prepare this?”

“Don’t just look at the baby’s. Look at yours and mine too.”

Inside were pale-blue shirts and well-fitted white summer pants—designer pieces that Sayoung would’ve drooled over. Oblivious, Yeongung simply hung them up.

“Huh? Why bother changing? What we’re wearing now is fine.”

Iheun immediately tried to undress him.

“So you’re saying you won’t wear them?”

“Fine! I’ll wear them!”

Satisfied, Iheun headed to the kitchen to make picnic bento boxes.

“…I’m definitely going to be teased.”

Yeongung’s worry proved unfounded.

The idiot duo showed zero interest in the leaders’ matching outfits.

Their attention was entirely on the baby angel.

Click, click.

“Magnificent. I can’t stop pressing the shutter.”

“Baby angel, please purify my filthy soul.”

“Jaehee, look this way! Peekaboo! Cheese!”

Hamgyeol, armed with a film camera, went wild taking photos. Sanghui knelt in mock repentance. Jaehee laughed brightly at his eccentric uncles.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore played like a movie soundtrack.

“I think I want to be a dad. I want a baby.”

Hamgyeol shot Sanghui a look, covering Jaehee’s ears.

“Are you insane? Get a girlfriend first. And who’d marry someone as promiscuous as you? Take care of your junk—it looks like it’s about to rot.”

Infuriated, Sanghui grabbed a handful of sand.

“What? Rot?! You little—just because I let you off easy!”

“Still clinging to being ‘hyung’ because you were born a week earlier? People want to be younger, you know. Voluntarily aging yourself—what a weirdo.”

After landing the final blow, Hamgyeol patted Sanghui’s trembling shoulder.

“I’m saying it because I care. Settle down with one person.”

“Bastard. Giving poison then medicine.”

Just then, Jaehee tapped Hamgyeol’s hand that was covering his ears.

“Uncle!”

Smiling sweetly, the child made the idiot duo swear allegiance.

“Cuteness really does save the world.”

“I’d die for Jaehee.”

Watching them from afar, Yeongung laughed softly.

The sand felt good on bare feet; Jaehee wiggled his toes. Holding his uncles’ hands, he walked carefully across the shore—so proud, so steady.

A cool breeze brushed past.

Lately, Yeongung worried things were too happy—but felt grateful every single day.

“It’s nice having the place to ourselves, but it’s a little empty.”

Though the area was quiet, today there wasn’t a soul in sight.

“Technically, it’s not leased—it’s purchased.”

Yeongung looked up at the man walking beside him.

“…Don’t tell me you bought the beach.”

“It wasn’t expensive. Thought we could use it as Jaehee’s playground later. I bought it as our companion beach.”

Who lets a child use a beach as a private playground?

But Iheun spoke as casually as ordering brunch.

“Right now he’s too young to understand money—but later, don’t throw money around like this. You’ll spoil him.”

“That won’t happen.”

“How are you so sure?”

“He’s your son. He’ll grow up kind—just like Yeongung Hunter.”

Iheun’s unwavering trust made Yeongung’s chest itch. He looked away, gruffly hiding his embarrassment.