Chapter 129
“Did you do it by yourself, senior?”
“Of course I did it alone, who else would help me…”
Although he was the one who asked, Song Ji-hyeok’s eyes widened.
“If anyone else helped you, that day would become their death anniversary.”
“I also… Ah!”
I tried to say I wouldn’t think of letting anyone else do it, but I inhaled sharply due to the noticeably increased pressure. Up to two fingers had been relatively manageable, but with one more, I felt the entrance stretching tightly. Song Ji-hyeok must have felt it too, as he withdrew all his fingers that had been moving in and out.
“You loosened yourself with your hand, right? How many fingers did you use?”
The sudden embarrassing question left me speechless, but Song Ji-hyeok’s expression remained serious. It briefly occurred to me that if I acted more embarrassed, this might turn into actual humiliation play, so I tried to answer as naturally as possible.
“Three.”
“Yet it’s still tight. Maybe because your hands are more slender than mine.”
Song Ji-hyeok muttered, then raised himself above me.
“This won’t work. I’ll get some gel.”
Song Ji-hyeok headed toward the desk. He picked up the gel tube that I had used earlier and carefully put away, then returned to where I was. Contrary to my expectation that he would straddle me again, Song Ji-hyeok wrapped his arm around my back as I was half-raised on the sofa and said:
“Put your arms around my neck.”
As soon as I did as told, my body was lifted with ease. Though I’m no longer an Esper, I’m still an adult man, yet he carried me as effortlessly as a child, walking steadily to the bed. Realizing our destination, I smirked playfully and said:
“The bed is better after all, right?”
“Yes. If we’re going to do this, I want to do it properly.”
As if to demonstrate what he meant by “properly,” Song Ji-hyeok opened the gel tube and squeezed a generous amount onto his palm. Then he liberally applied it to my backside before diving in again.
I could feel the movement becoming much smoother thanks to the gel. Song Ji-hyeok repeatedly inserted and withdrew his fingers as if having sex, occasionally burying them deep and stirring inside. Each time he firmly pressed somewhere inside, waves of pleasure strong enough to make my abdomen throb washed over me. More droplets of pre-cum flowed from my erect dick.
“Ah, Ji-hyeok…”
When I involuntarily twisted my body and tightened around him, Song Ji-hyeok cursed under his breath and abruptly pulled out his fingers. Then he spread my legs and pressed his body tightly between them.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
At these welcome words, I gladly welcomed Song Ji-hyeok.
“Yes. Come in quickly.”
Song Ji-hyeok stroked his own fully erect dick a couple of times before positioning it below. The opening that had been twitching from repeated stimulation suddenly widened and swallowed Song Ji-hyeok’s dick.
“…!”
The magnificence of the reality matched its overwhelming visual impression. Despite Song Ji-hyeok’s efforts to loosen me up as much as possible, I instantly felt a tightness that almost took my breath away.
The unbelievable thing was that even while it hurt, I felt anticipation. Knowing what pleasure awaited just a little later, I smiled gently and urged Song Ji-hyeok, who was restraining his movements out of consideration for me.
“Do whatever you want as much as you want.”
The effect was immediate.
“Don’t you dare take back those words.”
Song Ji-hyeok’s hands reached for my waist like a declaration of war. He held me firmly as if binding me and began to stir inside.
There was some resistance for the first few thrusts, but once the inside opened up after repeated insertions, Song Ji-hyeok bounced his hips relentlessly. Each time his thick, hard dick thrust inside, the sound of flesh colliding was loud.
Wet, squelching sounds also came from where we were joined. Those sounds seemed to announce what we were doing, doubling the excitement.
“Come here.”
When I extended my arms, Song Ji-hyeok lowered his upper body toward me. As I embraced his broad back and kissed him, I remarkably remembered my duty and resumed guiding.
The efficiency was still incredible. I could feel the energy I generously released circulating throughout Song Ji-hyeok’s body, dispersing the Unfist energy. Even as we frantically intertwined our tongues, Song Ji-hyeok continued to move his hips wildly without stopping.
This caused unintentional moans to keep escaping me. With the pleasure of sexual intercourse combined with the distinctly fluffy sensation of guiding, I truly couldn’t keep my senses.
“Haah…”
After an intense kiss that made my tongue tingle, Song Ji-hyeok raised his head, and a strand of transparent saliva stretched between us. After one quick bird kiss, Song Ji-hyeok straightened his waist.
My lips twitched at the ticklish sensation. Even though we had just been deep kissing and I still had Song Ji-hyeok’s dick inside me, the light bird kiss felt more embarrassing.
‘Feeling shy about a peck on the lips—this has to remain a secret even in my grave.’
Meanwhile, Song Ji-hyeok had straightened his waist. He embraced my thighs with both arms and began to thrust vigorously inside again. Words flowed from his mouth, whether unconsciously or intentionally:
“Ah, this feels so good.”
“For me too.”
While it was true that considerable pleasure had taken over my entire body, it was also somewhat painful. The intense movements already caused heat at our point of connection, and my insides felt raw, bringing physiological tears to my eyes.
But in this moment, even that was blissful. I had felt grateful yet slightly hurt by Song Ji-hyeok, who had been preciously careful with me and prioritized my wellbeing. Though I’m not sure if the comparison is appropriate, it felt like witnessing the neighborhood kid I’d always thought of as immature suddenly transform into a proper adult. Seeing him crave me now as if nothing else mattered, just like before, finally put me at ease.
“Don’t cry.”
Song Ji-hyeok wiped away tears that had flowed from the corners of my eyes with his long fingers. He lowered his waist again, caging me between his arms, and looked into my eyes up close.
“Senior.”
“Yes?”
“Say again what you wrote in the letter. I want to hear it from your lips.”
I almost shifted my gaze away subtly. It was already almost three months ago, so the content was a bit hazy. Still, I remembered the main points, so I voiced what seemed the most likely candidate.
“My Pair Esper?”
“No, that’s correct, but not what I meant.”
What? That’s not it? I thought it was definitely the right answer.
Song Ji-hyeok’s gaze was affectionate yet contained silent urging. Even his hip movements, which I thought would never stop, had paused, so I felt I needed to say something quickly.
“Let’s be together for life…?”
“Hmm, there was no such thing.”
“Really? I’m sure there was.”
“No, there wasn’t.”
His voice was still affectionate but firm. Because of this, I suddenly found myself throwing out various phrases as if taking a memory test. But they were all wrong answers. No matter what I said, Song Ji-hyeok kept shaking his head, saying it wasn’t right.
By this point, I was starting to think he might be teasing me, when Song Ji-hyeok brushed my hair aside and spoke again.
“Should I tell you?”
I was someone who knew when to retreat. Instead of stubbornly insisting I could guess it, I quickly seized the opportunity given.
“Yeah, tell me.”
Song Ji-hyeok’s eyes, now much less flushed, still held only me. Then a single phrase with a sweet resonance reached my ears.
“I love you.”
“…!”
“Don’t ever distance yourself from my side again. Understand?”
My eyes widened at these unexpected words, and then I felt a lump in my throat as I gently lowered my gaze. I now remembered what I had written at the end of my letter.
[I love you, and I will love you more in the future.]
I had written it with the utmost sincerity, pressing down firmly on each word—how could I have forgotten precisely that part?
Now that I knew the answer, there was no reason to keep him in suspense. Holding back tears that somehow threatened to flow, I gave Song Ji-hyeok my brightest smile ever.
“I love you, Ji-hyeok. Let’s love each other more in the future.”
“That’s a perfect score.”
Song Ji-hyeok, also with a smile on his lips, lowered his head toward me. As I felt his warm lips on mine, I embraced my one and only Esper, who was and would always be precious to me.
At that very moment, I felt a bright cluster of light-like energy enveloping both of us, spreading powerfully from head to toe. Though it was something I had never experienced before, I could instinctively recognize it as if it had been inherent in me since birth.
「imprinting」
It was the imprinting I had only heard about in words.
#Epilogue
Nam Ye-rim, aged 18, a second-year student in Class 4 at XX High School.
Born with a natural fangirl disposition, she had enjoyed various forms of fandom since childhood. From stickers in snacks, game cards that symbolized wealth among elementary school kids, limited-edition photo cards of idol singers, to rookie actors who appeared like comets each year—quite a number of objects of affection for her age had passed through her heart.
Recently, the object of her enthusiasm was awakened individuals.
Awakened ones. Saviors born in an age of chaos who fight monsters for the sake of the world.
Since the safety of both nation and individuals rests entirely in their hands, not only Nam Ye-rim but countless people took interest in awakened ones. Especially when a major Esper awakened or some significant incident occurred, it would be reported as main news for days, creating a buzz in Korean society.
While her vigilance of the awakened world was the same as others, Nam Ye-rim’s fandom had a distinctly different texture from ordinary people. She, in vulgar terms, wasn’t interested in the “rank” that became the standard for awakened ones’ value. Nam Ye-rim’s criterion for evaluating awakened ones was solely their “face.” Just their face.
If they had a good body too, that was the icing on the cake, but even there, she had her own firm and strict preferences. A pure face as if soaked in melancholy when summer drizzle falls, eyes moist enough to film a melodrama at any moment, body type absolutely must be slim but not skinny. Should look thin when clothed but reveal manly muscles when slightly undressed, and height must be between 175cm and 180cm. If they deviated even 5mm from that range, her interest would plummet—she was quite a picky person.
To put it politely, she was picky, but honestly speaking, she was fastidious and difficult, which Nam Ye-rim knew well herself. It made finding someone to fangirl over extremely difficult, but she had no intention of changing her preferences anytime soon.
Then about two years ago, she miraculously saw an awakened one who pierced the very center of her preference strike zone. Not in person, but in a group photo displayed in a PPT shown by her teacher as reference material during class.
As soon as she saw the photo, Nam Ye-rim, struck by Cupid’s arrow, rushed to the teacher after class and asked for that person’s name. The kind teacher showed her the photo again, which she had saved on her phone, and Nam Ye-rim pointed at someone standing in the back row, saying, “This person here!”
But she failed to learn his name. The teacher said it looked familiar but couldn’t recall, which slightly disappointed her, but that wasn’t enough to make her give up. She turned on a face search app and pointed the camera lens at the person’s face, and fortunately, search results appeared immediately.
[Lee Su-hyeon, Dual Awakened of Sunrise Guild]
‘Holy crap! A Dual! His name matches his face perfectly. Wow… damn, he’s so good.’
As mentioned, his Double C-rank wasn’t important to her at all. His appearance alone, being her ideal type, was enough reason to fangirl, and the “Dual Awakened” title that described him added another layer of rarity.
From that day on, Nam Ye-rim fell into deep fandom after a very long time. She found and saved all the few articles available, and despite knowing there wouldn’t be any new content, she searched his name whenever she was bored. If she found negative comments among the few comments, she would attach a motor to her fingers and write rebuttals. She was misunderstood as being the person himself a couple of times, but nevertheless, she spared no effort in defending Lee Su-hyeon.
Time spent this way soon surpassed a year, and as if heaven was moved by her heart, Nam Ye-rim recently became what’s called a “blessed fan.” She got to meet Lee Su-hyeon in person at a mart parking lot where she had gone with her mother.
Even though twilight had dimmed the surroundings, it seemed as if a halo shone only on Lee Su-hyeon’s face. The brave Nam Ye-rim didn’t miss this golden opportunity. Pretending not to know for sure, she approached him and asked:
‘Excuse me, are you perhaps Guide Lee Su-hyeon?’
‘Yes, that’s right.’
She let out another internal scream. Damn, his voice is amazing too.
There was no room for pretense anymore. Nam Ye-rim, with a broad smile on her face, expressed her unbridled fan sentiment.
‘I’m a total fan. You’re my favorite face, and seeing you in person, you’re so cute and handsome.’
She barely swallowed the words “as pure as morning dew.” If possible, she wanted to be remembered as a good fan, not a crazy one.
Anyway, that day Nam Ye-rim had the honor of taking a photo alone with her favorite, and that picture still occupied her phone’s background to this day.
She had quietly thought to herself that no one else would fangirl over him like she did. But what was this? For various reasons, his name appeared in the media a few times, and now everyone was calling his name and showing explosive interest. It was thanks to him acquiring the title of South Korea’s first S-class Guide.
Now his face and name appeared whenever she turned on the TV, and his photos and articles were frequently featured in social news. Video apps were the same. Previously, when she searched his name, videos with modest and cute view counts would appear, but now they were flooded with videos recording hundreds of thousands of views.
And what about the reactions of people around her? Before, when she mentioned her fandom subject’s name, they would respond with indifference, asking “Who’s that?” But now, they were busy talking about him competitively.
Even during today’s lunch break, watching her friends making a fuss over a video about his imprinting, Nam Ye-rim looked out the classroom window with a slightly empty heart and a small smile.
‘…My personal Guide oppa has become everyone’s oppa.’
But she was someone who knew how to wish happiness for the person she liked. The inexplicable regret was momentary, and she decided to sincerely congratulate her favorite oppa who now received attention and love from numerous people.
Thinking this way made her feel good, as if she herself was being loved.
It was on a day when white sleet was fluttering down.
< The End >
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
