When he turned over, Heo Nan-gyeom came into view, kneeling with his head bowed. He looked like a puppy whose treat had just been taken away. That pitiful face made it hard for Eun-jo to speak.
“Th-That…!”
“What exactly did I do wrong?”
Still, they couldn’t spend all day just making out. He had decided to move forward. As the Guide, it was his job to take things all the way.
“…Come here.”
Steeling himself, Eun-jo reached out and pulled Heo Nan-gyeom toward him.
“I need to loosen you a bit more—”
“I said it’s fine. Quiet. Just hush!”
He laid Heo Nan-gyeom down and climbed on top, straddling his waist with legs spread. As his gaze dropped, he saw it—tensed, throbbing, standing hard.
So much for being a gentle top. There was nothing gentle about what was between Heo Nan-gyeom’s legs. It was dark, flushed, veiny—and massive. Eun-jo flinched at the sight, a shiver running through him.
“Why is your cock the only thing that doesn’t know manners?”
He always acted so polite—yet his cock was leaking precum, dripping as if begging to be let in.
“That’s not my intention…”
“Oh, so it’s my intention?”
“That’s not what I meant. Ngh…!”
Eun-jo grabbed him with both hands, and a moan immediately escaped Heo Nan-gyeom’s lips. He hadn’t even started moving yet, but the cock twitched and thickened in his grip.
It was massive—impossibly thick, almost too big to hold with one hand. The size alone made Eun-jo bite his lip. Will it even fit? He looked down, then glanced behind himself, gauging the stretch.
“Huuuh… Eun-jo…”
At that desperate voice, he looked up. Heo Nan-gyeom’s face was flushed a deep red, his normally calm expression now twisted with lust. Bloodshot eyes, parted lips, and a barely restrained look of desperation—it all lit a fire inside Eun-jo.
“Please… I can’t take it anymore…”
The raspy, low voice sent a shiver down his spine. Eun-jo couldn’t hold back either. Still holding him in both hands, he slowly lowered his hips. The swollen tip pressed hard against his loosened entrance and began to push in.
“Ahhh…”
It had been a while since he’d taken anyone. His breath hitched. Gritting through the sharp burn, Eun-jo lowered himself, inch by inch.
His entrance stretched wide, the thick cock slipping in slowly, surrounded by sticky heat. His inner walls clamped down tight, making Heo Nan-gyeom suck in a breath.
That scorching, wet pressure was maddening—but even more so was the view. Even while grimacing in pain, Eun-jo was steadily taking him deeper, his body swallowing inch after inch in the most obscene way.
From his perked nipples to his smooth thighs, there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t erotic.
Heo Nan-gyeom’s cock throbbed even harder at the sight, thick and pulsing. Feeling it stretch him inside, Eun-jo let out a soft moan.
“Haaah… Eun-jo…”
Heo Nan-gyeom sat up and pulled Eun-jo into a tight embrace, crashing their lips together. Then, without warning, he thrust upward.
“…!”
Smack! The cock slammed in to the base with a wet slap. The sensation of being split open made Eun-jo’s eyes roll back.
“Hngh! Ah, mmgh…!”
Heo Nan-gyeom moved his hips, swallowing Eun-jo’s moans into their kiss. The thick head rammed into his inner walls relentlessly, sending sparks dancing behind his eyes.
He broke the kiss and started pounding harder. Having never done this before, Heo Nan-gyeom had no concept of pace. It was all power, all drive—no holding back.
He plunged in deep, until their pubic bones touched, then pulled back until only the head remained. His cock dragged against every inch, forcing Eun-jo to moan helplessly, body shuddering.
“Hnnngh! Aah! Ahhh—ngh!”
“Haah… Ngh…”
Every time their hips slapped together, Eun-jo’s skin flushed red. When pulling out, Heo Nan-gyeom would lift him slightly, and when slamming back in, he’d yank him down tight, burying himself deeper. The wetter it got, the louder the obscene squelches became.
Then, the thick tip struck something deep inside, and Eun-jo’s thighs clamped down as he threw his head back.
“Haaaahh—nnngh! Nnngh, mmph!”
“Is this the spot that makes you feel it?”
As Eun-jo’s inner walls clamped down hard, Heo Nan-gyeom let out a breathless moan and rolled his hips. When he jabbed the swollen tip right against the spot he’d just found, Eun-jo’s voice pitched high in pleasure.
“Ahhhng! Yes, there—yes, yes…!”
“I—I think I’m gonna melt… Ah…!”
“Hnnngh, ah, ahh! Ah!”
It felt like his entire body was melting, like candle wax left too close to the flame. As Heo Nan-gyeom fucked him deep into that hot, slick heat, he panted harshly, sweat dripping down his back. He pulled Eun-jo in and crushed their lips together.
Their moans tangled with wet kisses, tongues sliding, breath mixing—like he was trying to swallow him whole. As he drove in deeper and faster, he suckled on Eun-jo’s tongue, refusing to let go. Eun-jo could only whimper against him, voice caught in his throat, lips parted and helpless.
With a loud, wet smack, Heo Nan-gyeom finally pulled back and pushed down on his waist, sinking in to the hilt.
“Take it deeper. All the way.”
Eun-jo’s vision flickered—bright, dark, bright again. Every thrust against his lower belly made his toes curl. The pleasure was blinding, too intense to contain. With his face twisted and tear-streaked, he sobbed uncontrollably.
“Haah! Ah! Aahhh—ngh! So deep! Yes!”
Before he could even sense it coming, his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed and spilled, thick white cum spraying out in helpless bursts. But even as he came, Heo Nan-gyeom kept slamming into him, grinding in deep.
“Ngh—ah! Aahh—ahh!”
It gushed out like piss, a shocking amount pooling on Heo Nan-gyeom’s abs and running down the carved lines of his stomach. Watching it, Heo Nan-gyeom groaned low and deep, feral. His cock drove even harder into the overly sensitive heat.
Tears streamed down Eun-jo’s cheeks as he collapsed in his arms.
“Haaah… ah…”
Heo Nan-gyeom wrapped him in a sweaty embrace. Every part of him was unbearably beautiful—his trembling lashes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips gasping for air.
“Yeo Eun-jo.”
The low call pulled him from his daze. Eun-jo, eyes still unfocused, looked up at him.
“Sex doesn’t end until both people come.”
“Ngh… ah…”
“I haven’t finished yet.”
He gave a slow grind, stirring the thick head deep inside. Eun-jo hiccupped, breath catching, his body limp against the chest holding him. Heo Nan-gyeom whispered softly, almost reverently.
“Haaah… It’s so tight.”
“Ah—b-but I already came…! Ngh, ahh!”
“But you haven’t shown me yet. Not everything.”
He emphasized his words with a gentle jab of his cock, pressing right where it made Eun-jo tremble.
“You haven’t told me how much you want me to fill you. Or where it feels best.”
“Ahh—nngh! Wait, just—just a sec…!”
“I don’t have any preferences,” he murmured, “so please… teach me.”
In one swift movement, he flipped Eun-jo onto his back and mounted him again. Like a beast, he pressed close, grinding his cock slowly between the parted cheeks of Eun-jo’s ass.
Even after cumming, just being rubbed like that made his body react. His belly quivered with anticipation, his insides fluttered and clenched on their own. Eun-jo could feel it—his body twitching, pulsing uncontrollably. His face flushed bright red as he squeezed his thighs together.
And then—he felt something press against him. Thick. Round. Sliding between his cheeks like another cock.
But he’s already inside me…
There was no way—unless Heo Nan-gyeom had two cocks.
“Huh…?”
He turned his head. And there he was—Heo Nan-gyeom, hovering above, drenched in sweat. Below those sculpted abs… a second cock stood, thick and hard, flushed and veiny.
There were two.
No fucking way…!
Like lightning, a memory flashed through his mind—a half-joking conversation with his manager.
“Nan-gyeom’s got something weird going on. Real weird.”
His own voice echoed back at him.
“Heo Nan-gyeom has two cocks.”
A mutation caused by opening the wrong Gate. The only saving grace? It stayed hidden—until he got fully aroused.
How the hell did I forget this?
Eun-jo’s face went sheet white. He could barely handle one—
If I take both, I’ll die!
This was no longer just a matter of sex—it was survival. He scrambled forward on all fours in a blind panic, but a large hand clamped down on his waist.
“Ahh!”
Before he could even resist, Heo Nan-gyeom yanked him back in one effortless pull. His hands grabbed hold of Eun-jo’s ass, locking him in place, leaving no room to run.
“I can’t…! That—ugh, two at once is just not possible…!”
“But didn’t you say you’d take it?”
There was no reasoning with him now. Heo Nan-gyeom’s eyes were glazed over with lust, completely fixated between those soft, trembling cheeks.
“Haah… Yeo Eun-jo…”
One cock, wet and gleaming, pressed in. The hole, already used and stretched, welcomed it easily—sliding all the way in with a single slick thrust.
“Ugh—no! I can’t—there’s no more room…!”
Before Eun-jo could thrash away, Heo Nan-gyeom grabbed the second shaft. Then, without hesitation, he lined it up right against the already-filled hole and pushed forward.
The entrance, stretched to its limit, strained and quivered. Slick and tight, it began to open again—just enough to take the second tip.
“Aaahhhng!”
Eun-jo’s eyes flew wide open as his head snapped back. He screamed—but no matter how loud the protest, his greedy body took it all. Obscenely, impossibly, his hole devoured both cocks.
His entrance stretched past the point of reason, so tight it looked like it might tear—but even so, both fat tips pushed inside, side by side, sinking deep with a filthy, squelching sound.
omg, poor baby