Continuing the guiding process through insertion guiding naturally led to a change in position. In that sense, Seo-ha was mentally prepared to go through with it—at least, he thought he was…
“Don’t let go of your ankles.”
With his ankles held apart in a position that exposed everything below, Seo-ha looked as though he was waiting for Han Ju-oh. The image alone crushed what little composure he had left.
“Ju-oh, you know, right? That people’s hearts are like reeds—they change easily. Please, have mercy…”
What began as Seo-ha trying to reason with Han Ju-oh quickly devolved into pleading.
“You can handle it.”
Seo-ha’s eyes sharpened. Was that all he got in response when he was clearly asking for some compassion?
“And what if I can’t?”
“Don’t think about failing. Focus on enduring.”
“Are you my drill sergeant now?”
Even with Seo-ha’s pitiful whining, Han Ju-oh refused to let go of his ankles. Seo-ha, whose legs kept trying to slip down as his strength faltered, tensed his entire body just to keep them in place.
“No. I can do this. This is still part of guiding…”
It was filthy and humiliating, but he’d endure it no matter what. And if his stats went up because of it, all the better. Seo-ha opened his eyes wide, forcing himself to focus.
“This is all for the future. I refuse to let the matching rate stall here.”
Muttering the words like a mantra, he looked more like someone casting a spell. Han Ju-oh simply gazed at him in silence.
“I’m ready.”
Now, all that was left was for him to enter. Han Ju-oh aligned his tip with Seo-ha’s entrance. Though Seo-ha said he was ready, the tension had his entrance tightening back up, even after it had already loosened once from earlier release.
Han Ju-oh slowly stroked along Seo-ha’s side. Seo-ha squirmed at the ticklish touch, and in the moment he let his guard down, Han Ju-oh pushed inside. The entrance, which had begun to close again, stretched open tightly, and Seo-ha’s mouth parted with it.
“This… ngh, it feels weird.”
If it were just the insertion, it might have been different. But with his ankles restrained, stripped of his freedom, the sensation struck him differently. It felt like he was spreading himself open to accept it, and Seo-ha turned his head away to press his face into the pillow.
“I hope this is actually helping… If the matching rate goes up as weird as this feels, then fine, no complaints—ah.”
He exhaled a breath filled with tension. The hands holding his ankles trembled slightly. As he struggled with the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled, Han Ju-oh fiddled with Seo-ha’s watch with a serious expression. Though he wasn’t touching skin directly, the light taps on the watch made Seo-ha glance over—only to lock eyes with him.
“Let’s take this off.”
“Huh?”
Seo-ha didn’t catch on right away and just shook his head.
“I’m already completely naked…”
He said there was nothing left to take off, but Han Ju-oh met his eyes steadily.
“There’s still something left.”
And when Han Ju-oh repeated himself, making it clear that Seo-ha shouldn’t pretend not to understand, Seo-ha twisted his body in protest.
“No. Everything on me is right where it should be. Don’t even think about taking anything. Absolutely not…”
Though he objected, Seo-ha quickly fell into a sulky silence.
He knew why Han Ju-oh was being this way. It was because Seo-ha kept obsessing over the matching rate.
“I just… I just wanted it to go up a bit more. And if I take this off, won’t I stop seeing the matching rate altogether…”
He mumbled the words like excuses, and then bit his lip shut, staring up at Han Ju-oh.
“You can let go of your ankle for a moment.”
Instead of answering, Han Ju-oh simply grabbed his ankles for him. He could’ve just let Seo-ha move freely, but no—Seo-ha gave him a sharp look before sighing and reaching for his watch.
“This really feels like a part of my body…”
While Seo-ha hesitated, Han Ju-oh subtly shifted his hips below, teasing him. After driving in with full force earlier, this slow, barely-there movement only made things more frustrating. Seo-ha knew this was his way of urging him to hurry up and remove the watch, and so, frustrated, he moved irritably.
His hand, removing the waterproof watch—something he’d never taken off even when the matching rate never changed—was full of reluctant hesitation. But in the end, he took it off.
The moment he set it down on the bedside table, Han Ju-oh pulled back and thrust forward with a firm, deep movement.
“Hhk—”
The intense thrust gave Seo-ha no chance to speak another word about the watch. The emptiness on his wrist, he tried to forget by wrapping his arms tightly around Han Ju-oh’s neck.
“Ah—ahng!”
Seo-ha held one ankle himself, while Han Ju-oh controlled the other. Their lower bodies slapped together with wet, rhythmic sounds.
His ass stung from the relentless impact, and his insides were being pressed and poked so deeply that the matter of the watch quickly faded from his mind.
One layer at a time, the stacked pleasure built to a peak, turning into a hazy white high.
Lost in the wave of pleasure that hit his brain like a jolt, Seo-ha lay with his mouth slightly agape, eyes unfocused as his body trembled in fine shudders. Han Ju-oh’s entire body was stiffened as well, signaling that he, too, had reached his end.
As the second release came to an end, Seo-ha sank into exhaustion. Slowly, he opened up his arms and straightened the knees he had kept bent. He sprawled out completely, limbs spread wide—and thankfully, Han Ju-oh pulled back at the right moment so he no longer had to keep anything inside.
While catching his breath, Seo-ha glanced over at the heavy length of Han Ju-oh’s still-throbbing cock, which hadn’t gone down yet, and subtly turned his head away. Seo-ha’s own was already limp and lifeless.
“This really isn’t something you can endure without serious stamina…”
They had done it two days in a row. And it wasn’t even the first time. Regardless of his readiness or the posture, it was still physically taxing. And once it started, it always continued until he was drained to the bone, the duration never anything short of punishing. He spoke partly to distract himself from the embarrassment of having seen Han Ju-oh’s still-hard cock.
A bottle of water was suddenly offered in front of his eyes.
“Drink.”
Seo-ha didn’t hesitate and took a swig. He drank eagerly, parched from the exertion. Just as the water was beginning to feel refreshing, Han Ju-oh’s voice came again.
“Drink it and get on your stomach.”
“Pfft—!”
The water he’d just swallowed came rushing back up, spraying forward. He coughed violently, choking as water went down the wrong pipe, and Han Ju-oh gently wiped the spill from his chin.
“This… isn’t what I meant by ‘help me,’ you know…”
Seo-ha swatted Han Ju-oh’s hand away and continued coughing.
“God… What are you talking about, telling me to lie down? You gonna give me a massage or something?”
With a gentle smile, Han Ju-oh stroked his hair.
“Of course not. I’m going to put it in from behind.”
“…You’re doing more?”
Seo-ha stared at him in disbelief. So that thing really wasn’t going soft.
“You think just doing it once more is enough to know your matching rate? Seo-ha. Come on, you can’t expect results without effort.”
“When did I ever say I wanted to slack off? I’m literally sacrificing my body here to find out, and you—how could you say that…”
Despite his murmured protests, Seo-ha kept glancing anxiously at Han Ju-oh.
“Ju-oh, calm down. If you keep this up, I’ll drop dead of overexertion before we see any change in the matching rate.”
“You’ve only gone twice. A few more times won’t kill you.”
“…”
“Or should we just keep going until you really feel like you might die?”
“Ju-oh…”
Realizing persuasion wasn’t going to work, Seo-ha looked like he was on the verge of tears. He racked his brain, desperate to find something that might change Han Ju-oh’s mind—and then a thought struck him.
“Wait… Did you plan for this? Did you expect me to react like this?”
Back when Han Ju-oh had suggested “we’ll know more if we try a bit more,” Seo-ha had naively called him smart for it.
“I’ve totally jinxed myself…”
Seo-ha slumped in resignation.
“Our Seo-ha’s getting clever.”
Han Ju-oh chuckled and poked Seo-ha on the cheek. The faint scent of sex still lingered in the air, and the heady, night-blooming aroma that wafted from Han Ju-oh’s hand as he leaned in erased all of Seo-ha’s remaining hopes of escape.
“I’m seriously going to die like this, so please… have some mercy.”
Fully grasping the situation, Seo-ha smiled weakly as he begged.
***
Han Ju-oh quietly looked down at Seo-ha, who had fallen into a deep sleep. Despite all his bluster about being able to handle more, he’d passed out the moment they did it again.
“Maybe he needs to build more stamina.”
Han Ju-oh gently caressed the bite mark on Seo-ha’s shoulder, contemplating the idea with uncharacteristic seriousness. Had Seo-ha been awake to hear that, he would’ve been utterly speechless.
Han Ju-oh set aside the towel he had used to clean Seo-ha’s body and picked up the watch.
Naturally, the watch only read the energy flow when it made contact with the body through wave patterns. Since it had been taken off, the values hadn’t changed. In fact, a reboot notification had popped up.
Still, he had left it off because he could feel the guiding directly flowing inside Seo-ha’s body. Moreover, by monitoring the runaway risk shown on his own watch, he could track the fluctuations in guiding levels—so there was no real need to keep Seo-ha’s on.
“Seems like he’s really hit his limit…”
Seo-ha probably hadn’t realized in the whirlwind of it all, but doing it repeatedly back-to-back wasn’t accomplishing anything.
So was this the end of their matching potential through physical contact? The thought cast a shadow over Han Ju-oh’s expression.
Not that it mattered for him personally. As long as Seo-ha could guide him through a rampage event, that was enough. He had no complaints about their current setup.
But Baek Seo-ha was different.
Now that he knew there wasn’t much energy to gain through touch-based guiding, would he still insist on entering a Gate with just the two of them?
