After dinner, Jung Tae-seok was the one who washed him. It took a while—mostly because Eun-jo had to keep dodging Tae-seok’s wandering hands as he muttered about needing to get a tattoo done somewhere.
When they finally finished, Park Se-yul helped him change into fresh clothes, and Jin Mu-seong came into the living room holding a hair dryer like a handgun. While Eun-jo was swept up in their chaotic care, evening had crept in unnoticed.
Am I still inside the Gate or something?
What else could explain this? Lying on the sofa, Eun-jo glanced around. The three men and one dog were sprawled around him like some kind of human barrier. Each of them had a part of their body draped over him. On his left, Jin Mu-seong was curled around his waist; on his right, Jung Tae-seok’s fingers were laced tightly with his; above him, Park Se-yul was gently stroking his hair; and below, Lee Sang-heon had his feet tucked in, resting on Eun-jo’s legs.
Four grown men, each well-built in their own right, crammed into one living room—it was a wonder there was even space to breathe.
They’re actually going to sleep like this? Seriously?
How was this any different from a public dismemberment? Eun-jo blinked, completely pinned down, his body sectioned off like territory. Judging by the closed eyes all around him, he seemed to be the only one who felt awkward. Not that he could tell if any of them were actually asleep.
“Haah…”
He sighed and let his body go slack. Ever since his time at the regional center, he’d been wired, constantly braced for a fight.
But this time was different. Like they’d formed some unspoken truce behind his back, no one raised their voice. Anytime tension started to rise, someone would quietly step away or shut their mouth.
I guess they’ve finally found something more important than arguing.
Just from the way they stuck to him like shadows, Eun-jo could tell how rough things had been while he was gone. Which is probably why he hadn’t had the heart to be any harsher. He couldn’t bring himself to push them away or tell them to go home. Even when he said he wanted to be reassigned to a new dorm, he just didn’t have it in him to be cold.
I’m not even a Guide anymore…
As night settled in, thoughts that had been pushed aside slowly began to surface.
How can they all act like nothing’s changed?
They were the ones who touched him the most—they had to know he’d lost his ability. And yet, not one of them had said a word. While Eun-jo pressed his lips together in silence and glanced up at Jin Mu-seong, the arm wrapped around his waist tightened.
Still pretending to sleep, Jin Mu-seong pulled him in closer and murmured, “What is it? Can’t sleep?”
“…You weren’t asleep?”
At Eun-jo’s whisper, the corner of Jin Mu-seong’s mouth curled into a familiar smirk.
“You really think anyone here could fall asleep like this?”
Eun-jo’s head snapped to the side, startled. The soft rustling of his hair brushing the cushion betrayed him again—those round eyes probably darting all over the place. Jin Mu-seong held back a laugh.
Buried deep in his arms, Eun-jo slowly looked up.
“Then… why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Because you might disappear while we are.”
As he opened his eyes, Eun-jo’s face came into focus in the dim light. Jin Mu-seong gently swept a few loose strands from his forehead and whispered, “It was hell. For me. For the others too.”
“……”
“So even if we’re not okay, we’re staying close. That’s the only way I can breathe right now.”
The man who always looked calm and relaxed now carried a deep fatigue. The sharp line of his jaw, more gaunt than before, said more than words ever could.
He’d held it together even when he’d seen Eun-jo with someone else—but now, seeing his face like this, something twisted painfully in Eun-jo’s chest. Without thinking, he reached up and touched Jin Mu-seong’s cheek.
The man didn’t flinch. Eun-jo’s fingertips slid gently across the rough stubble of his jaw, trailing down to his sharp chin, then brushing along his dry, cracked lips.
“……”
As he grazed the edge of his lower lip, it parted. A flash of red slipped out—a tongue, slow and deliberate.
“Nn…”
Like a snake, the tongue wrapped around his fingers, drawing them inside. Sucking softly, biting just enough to tease, as if his fingers were something far more intimate. All the while, Jin Mu-seong never looked away from him.
Just like the first time they met, Eun-jo couldn’t look away. Even breathing felt like something he needed permission for.
Heat surged up from deep inside him. Every spot Jin Mu-seong’s eyes touched felt like it had been branded—burning, tingling. His face, his chest, his stomach… As Jin Mu-seong licked his fingers, saliva trailed down in slow, wet strands.
“Want me to help you sleep?”
His voice was low, coiling in Eun-jo’s ear like a serpent.
At that moment, something clicked in Eun-jo’s mind. He flinched, body tensing, and quickly looked around. There was no way the other Espers didn’t know what was happening right now.
But all three had their eyes closed, perfectly still—as if frozen in time.
Spinning back toward Jin Mu-seong, Eun-jo blurted out, “Did you… you stopped time again?!”
“Mm-hmm.”
The answer was casual. Effortless. Then, Jin Mu-seong pulled Eun-jo upward by the waist—and just like that, Eun-jo toppled on top of him, squirming in protest.
“Ah…! What are you—”
His forehead smacked right into Jin Mu-seong’s groin. Flushed with embarrassment, Eun-jo turned his head away, scowling.
But he didn’t even get the chance to complain—Jin Mu-seong had already yanked his pants down.
His pale ass glowed in the dark, soft and round, like something sculpted for display. A work of art. Jin Mu-seong cupped it in both hands, and Eun-jo let out a sharp yelp.
“Jin Mu-seong!”
“Baby.”
Jin Mu-seong cut him off with a quiet murmur, the word slipping from his lips like a vow.
“You know stopping time takes a hell of a toll.”
“……”
“I need guiding, but right now, drugs are the only thing that’d work.”
Eun-jo’s squirming suddenly stopped.
“Already got you wet. You can finish the prep yourself, right?”
Smack—the slap rang out, firm and sharp against his ass. Eun-jo bit his lip and lowered his head. But unlike what Jin Mu-seong might’ve expected, he wasn’t hesitating. He was thinking.
Through the thin black training pants, he could see it clearly—the full shape of Jin Mu-seong’s erection. It had been straining against the fabric for a while, hard enough to rip through.
Should I just bite it?
Maybe that would break the time-stop spell. Eyes narrowing, Eun-jo considered it for half a second… but then Jin Mu-seong’s fingers kneaded his ass again, and he shook his head.
Knowing that guy, he’d just get more turned on.
There was only one way to end this quickly.
Gritting his teeth, Eun-jo lowered his head until his cheek pressed against Jin Mu-seong’s groin.
“Nngh…”
Ignoring the man’s groan, he bent down even further and lifted his hips high. That man had sharp eyes—there was no doubt he was staring straight at him, drinking in every exposed inch.
Swallowing the embarrassment, Eun-jo reached between his legs. Just like Jin Mu-seong had done earlier, he rubbed spit over his entrance and slowly pressed a finger inside.
“Hghk…!”
It was tight. The moment his finger pushed in, the ring of muscle clamped down hard, a dull ache spreading through his lower back. He pushed forward slowly, his body tense and trembling.
Once he managed to sink the full finger in, he started moving it—shallow thrusts, slicked by the saliva Jin Mu-seong had left behind. Gradually, the resistance softened, the muscles loosening bit by bit. Still, the strange pressure inside remained.
Just as he was pushing in again, Jin Mu-seong—who had been silently watching—reached out and caught his hand.
“Not there. Here.”
He guided Eun-jo’s finger up, deeper, toward the inner wall. And the moment he pressed in—
There. Something bulged under the pad of his fingertip.
“Aah—Ahhhgh!”
“Yeah. Right there. Hit that spot and you’ll spill like a faucet.”
Jin Mu-seong’s voice was low, almost teasing, as he wrapped his hand around Eun-jo’s and helped him move. Up and down, back and forth—every press against that spot sent jolts through his body. Eun-jo’s cock twitched, toes curled, the sensation impossibly intense. The more his fingertip rubbed the tender inner wall, the more his body gave in.
“Hngh… h-hnng…”
His hips rocked helplessly as moans slipped from his lips.
Jin Mu-seong’s expression darkened. He slipped two more fingers into him, curled them like hooks, and started grinding right into that sweet spot. Hard. Relentless.
“H-Haaah… Aah—wait—!”
Eun-jo’s voice cracked as he squirmed, overwhelmed by the brutal stimulation. He could barely breathe. When he kicked his legs, Jin Mu-seong delivered a sharp smack.
Smack.
“Don’t wriggle when you’re this soaked.”
“Ah… nghhh—A-Aahh!”
With every thrust, slick sounds echoed in the room. Fluid splashed out—his own arousal, pooled deep inside and now dripping from overstimulation. Jin Mu-seong stared at the glossy, glistening mess and drove his fingers even deeper, faster.
The hole that had once resisted him was now wide open, twitching and slick. Part of him wanted to shove his face in, to taste every inch—but he was just as desperate now.
As Eun-jo pulled his fingers free, Jin Mu-seong did the same—and revealed his cock.
Eun-jo’s breath caught at the sight of it. Even after all this, the sheer size made his stomach clench.
Jin Mu-seong grabbed his waist and pulled him down, then spread his cheeks and lifted him up.
The thick, swollen tip pressed against his entrance.
And with one solid thrust, Jin Mu-seong pulled him down onto it.
Schlck—
“Khh—Aahhh!”
The massive head sank deep with a wet, obscene sound. Eun-jo’s stomach visibly bulged, his neck thrown back as he gasped for breath.
“Aah—ah, ahhgh!”
“Fuck…”
Jin Mu-seong cursed under his breath as he was swallowed whole. The tight walls gripped him like a vice—unyielding, clenching hard like they’d never been stretched before. It didn’t matter how many times they’d done this—Eun-jo’s body was always desperate to devour him.
Groaning, Jin Mu-seong grabbed his hips and started to move.
