Clearing the dungeon had taken a full month. Everyone emerging from the Gate looked grimy and exhausted, but their eyes still burned with fierce, unwavering light.
A few had gone back inside to collect salvage, and as they reported through their radios about the sheer number of corpses littering the area, the press leaned in, clutching the security line for a better angle.
“It’s been a month since your entry! Can you tell us what kind of monsters you faced?”
“How did you survive all that time?”
“Who made the biggest contribution?”
“Was there any rank reassignment this time?”
Questions flew in from all directions, blocking the Espers and Guides who desperately needed rest. Even though managers from the guilds and Centers had already arrived, the reporters showed no signs of backing off.
“We’ll respond later.”
“Sorry, but Esper Baek Yeol-jin needs rest. Interviews will have to wait.”
Managers stepped forward, pushing the crowd back behind the line.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“You were in there so long. We were worried.”
Officials greeted their Espers and Guides one by one and began escorting them out. Seo-ha looked around, searching for whoever had come to pick him up—only to meet Han Yeo-on’s gaze as she stepped forward and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
“You did good.”
The senior who’d once been cold and sharp now offered a brusque, but sincere farewell before walking off. And once Han Yeo-on had done it, everyone else followed her lead. One by one, people offered Seo-ha their thanks, until it got embarrassingly excessive.
‘Would’ve been nice if they were this friendly from the start.’
They had no problem snapping at him back then—but now? Seo-ha muttered under his breath, trying to mask his embarrassment as he scanned the area again.
“Director? Guild Leader Kim Mi-yeon?”
No one responded. He pulled out his phone, which had been useless inside the dungeon.
“Do you really have to call them?”
“Of course I do. Everyone else had someone waiting for them—why are we the only ones left behind? Isn’t that ridiculous?”
Han Ju-oh, completely unfazed, simply turned his head away. Undeterred, Seo-ha found Kim Beom-hak’s number and made the call.
—You made it back alive.
“That’s all you’ve got to say? What about a bonus? When does my vacation start? And you fixed my contract, right?”
—If you’re referring to the contract you wanted rewritten like you were going to rip the Center out by its foundation—yes, it’s still here.
“So you really didn’t show up because you were sulking over that? I almost died in there! And it was an unclassified Gate!”
—Would I really hold a grudge over that?
‘Yeah, you probably would.’
Seo-ha had called half-jokingly, but now he was genuinely feeling hurt. He knew Kim Beom-hak was the type to stay planted, but he could’ve at least sent a friend or someone. Seo-ha’s lips started to pout just as a smooth, knowing voice spoke again, almost like it had been waiting.
—Your vacation starts today.
Seo-ha’s lips pulled into a grin so wide it nearly split his face. Han Ju-oh shook his head beside him. His husband’s ability to flip moods like a light switch was honestly pathetic.
Seo-ha winked playfully at him. Even covered in filth and looking like a complete mess, he still managed to act cute. Not that he was without reason—Han Ju-oh hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Seo-ha’s lips the entire time.
—I’m giving you a whole month. What are you planning to do?
“It’s vacation, but it’s not like I’ve got anything special lined up.”
Still holding the phone, Seo-ha spoke as if to the air, not even sure who he was answering.
“I’ll probably just… do some Guiding.”
He’d barely had the chance to Guide properly inside the dungeon. This time, he planned to take his time with it—do it slow and deep.
***
“Haa… ngh, ah—”
His voice echoed against the bathroom tiles, and he quickly slapped both hands over his mouth. But Han Ju-oh caught his wrists with one hand and pinned them overhead, rendering the effort useless.
“Let… let go.”
“No can do.”
Han Ju-oh stared down at Seo-ha’s flushed face and kept stroking his cock. His hand moved smoothly along the shaft, then pressed down on the swollen tip. He teased under the glans, then massaged the soft, twitching sac. Seo-ha whimpered beneath the relentless touch.
“I already came three times…”
Seo-ha turned his head, pleading. They’d only come in to wash up, but before he could even rinse off properly, Han Ju-oh had pounced on him—again, and again.
It was like Han Ju-oh wouldn’t stop until every last drop had been wrung out of him. He kept coaxing more out, as if determined to leave him completely emptied. Washing up clearly meant something else entirely today.
“It’s… not gonna come out anymore, even if you keep touching it…”
His skin wasn’t raw, but after being hard and soft so many times in a row, the stimulation had crossed over into pain. And Han Ju-oh hadn’t even entered him yet. Seo-ha had only climaxed outward—never once filled. It left him unable to fall completely into the pleasure he craved.
Because of that, he hadn’t been able to fully deliver his Guiding. He’d intended to hold him close and transfer energy slowly, thoroughly—but Han Ju-oh hadn’t given him the chance.
“Ju-oh… Put yours in.”
Unable to wait any longer, Seo-ha pleaded and reached behind himself. Though untouched, the entrance twitched eagerly—yet it was still too tight to even take a single finger. That he could feel disappointed about not experiencing this part of himself was absurd… but the moment that thick cock forced its way in and the flow of energy aligned with the sensation inside him, the pleasure was beyond anything else he knew.
“Our little Seo-ha is in trouble.”
As he slid his longest finger inside, Han Ju-oh clicked his tongue. It was an incomplete statement, but Seo-ha understood the rest.
“I can’t live without you.”
It wasn’t like before—when just 3% of Seo-ha’s Guiding would leave Han Ju-oh trembling. There was no going back now. A life without Han Ju-oh wasn’t even imaginable anymore.
“So you finally get it—how sweet. Then stretch yourself.”
At Han Ju-oh’s teasing refusal to help, Seo-ha leaned forward with both hands braced against the wall and pushed his hips back. It felt like the only way he could get his fingers in properly. As he shifted, Han Ju-oh stepped back slightly, and the cock he’d been gripping sprang free—still fully erect, still angled upward.
“Mmngh… ah, hff…”
It felt different from when Han Ju-oh used his fingers to stretch him, but the sensation was still undeniable. That had to be why his cock kept lifting on its own, seemingly defying gravity. He worked in up to three fingers, then slowly withdrew them all as if none had ever been there.
With both hands still on the wall, Seo-ha turned to look back at Han Ju-oh.
“This should be enough.”
Han Ju-oh’s eyes traced from Seo-ha’s stretched hole, up the curve of his ass, across his back—and locked onto his gaze. And just then, Seo-ha felt the ruthless pressure of that cockhead forcing its way in, stealing his breath. No matter how relaxed his body was, taking in that thick tip was always hard. And the way it pushed in this time—it really felt like it was tearing through him.
“Haa… Ju-oh…”
His breath exploded from his lungs as he called out to his husband. Along with it, he gave everything he had—every last bit of Guiding he’d held back. He could feel the energy stirring, moving like it had been waiting all this time. That alone brought some comfort. But Han Ju-oh still hadn’t moved.
Growing impatient, Seo-ha looked back at him again.
“Why aren’t you moving?”
“Dunno.”
He knew exactly how much more intense it got when they moved—how much deeper the Guiding sank in—but he still played dumb. Seo-ha shot him a look full of frustration.
“You came in here and split me open—so move already.”
“Well, if the leader says so, I’d better obey.”
“Leader, my ass… ah—!”
Did he still think they were in the dungeon? Seo-ha started to retort, but the moment Han Ju-oh pulled out halfway, a chill ran down his spine and arousal flared. Expecting that thick cock to slam back in, his mouth watered involuntarily. Each thrust slammed into his inner walls, and Seo-ha let out high, desperate moans, clinging to him.
He hadn’t touched the spot directly, yet every inch inside lit up like it was all one sensitive zone.
“Ah… hngh… it feels good, but—it hurts.”
His front kept bumping against the wall, even though nothing more should’ve been coming out. But the relentless pleasure slamming into him from behind left him overwhelmed. As the heat built to a peak, something spilled from Seo-ha’s cock—not semen, just clear fluid streaming down. His face flushed even deeper red.
“P-please… stop…”
His voice trembled as he tried to say he’d had enough, and he started to pull his hips forward—but…
“I’m just getting started.”
Han Ju-oh caught him by the hips, gripping tight as if to say there’d be no escape. The firm grasp that locked him in place made Seo-ha’s face go pale.
“I… I can’t anymore. I’m done…”
His front had already given out, and now his rear was melting from overstimulation. His whole body had gone soft and shaky. That should’ve been enough—but Han Ju-oh wasn’t letting it end.
“You came so much—I should at least match you.”
“Well, yeah, but…”
If he really thought about it, it wasn’t unfair. Han Ju-oh just wanted things to be even. And Seo-ha, being a man himself, couldn’t exactly argue against that logic.
“But Ju-oh… you come like I do. If you finish inside me—I might actually die.”
Seo-ha genuinely voiced his concerns, knowing full well what Han Ju-oh’s release could be like. He gave a real reason—one he hoped couldn’t be ignored. But Han Ju-oh didn’t even flinch. He raised a brow slightly. That was it.
“Ah—! Don’t just move all of a sudden—!”
As that thick cock drove in again, pounding his inner walls from every angle, Seo-ha cried out, drowning once more in the fire of overwhelming heat.
***
He’d been so lost in Guiding, in the heavy, clinging warmth between them, that he hadn’t noticed.
By the time he woke up—the world around him had completely changed.
