The bed provided for Guiding came fully stocked with everything necessary to immediately increase physical contact if an Esper’s condition took a turn for the worse. In plain terms, it meant that lube and condoms were always within easy reach.
“Hnngh, mmn… nn…”
As Park Woo-jun gently sucked on his tongue and slathered a generous amount of lube between his cheeks, Lee Han-seo instinctively closed his eyes, letting out a strained moan.
Maybe it was because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other throughout the entire vacation, bickering constantly about whether to use a Recovery Ampoule or not. Whatever the case, his tight entrance opened up like it was waiting, easily swallowing two thick fingers to the knuckle.
“Woo-jun, I said… just kissing, mm, only kissing…”
His voice came out in a whiny murmur as he squirmed, subtly rubbing himself against the pressure below. If he’d meant to stop things, it completely missed the mark. Woo-jun simply responded, “Mm, okay. Just kissing,” and proceeded to stamp kisses all over him—his cheeks, forehead, lips—anywhere he could reach. Meanwhile, the number of fingers working him open just kept increasing.
“Haa… ngh, there, nnngh, ah!”
Han-seo had been quietly gasping for air, letting the kisses rain down, but the moment Woo-jun’s middle finger brushed that swollen spot inside him, his head snapped back with a cry. The sight of his sweat-slicked throat flexing was downright lewd. Without needing to be told, Woo-jun instinctively expanded his kisses—from cheek to jaw, jaw to neck, and then, inevitably, from neck to chest.
While nibbling at his chest. While digging deep from behind. While Han-seo stood there with his cock fully hard, dripping pre-cum like a faucet. The sheer visual was so overwhelming, Woo-jun felt a primal urge to ruin him completely. He had to grit his teeth again just to hold himself back.
It was a meaningless fantasy, but sometimes, he let himself imagine—if Han-seo weren’t a Guide but an Esper instead… someone who could handle all of Woo-jun’s rough, insatiable desires without getting hurt…
“Woo-jun, haa, ah! I—I’m gonna, ngh, I’m gonna come—!”
He hadn’t even been touched in front, yet Han-seo’s legs were twisting, his body on the verge of tipping backward.
Knock knock.
“……!”
“Guide-nim? Are you there?”
The sudden knock made Han-seo gasp, startled. His inner walls clenched tight around Woo-jun’s fingers, and Woo-jun reflexively swallowed hard.
“That’s weird. He’s still logged in… and he hasn’t been assigned any Guiding yet. Where’d he go?”
Judging by the familiar voice, it sounded like someone from the Guide Management Department. Han-seo weakly raised his head and whispered into Woo-jun’s ear, “Hey, wait… just pull back for a sec.” The door was locked, and the soundproofing was on, but in his panic, he couldn’t feel completely sure.
“No. Why should I back off?”
“Just—just a second. It might be something urgent. Let me at least ask wha—!”
You crazy bastard!!
Han-seo nearly screamed—with extra exclamation points and all—if Woo-jun hadn’t quickly slapped a big hand over his mouth.
“It’s fine. The door’s locked. They can’t hear a thing.”
If it weren’t for Woo-jun clamping down on his mouth, Han-seo definitely would’ve let that scream fly.
“Mmm… ngh, mmph!”
Woo-jun’s cock, fully hard and twitching, slammed inside him in one smooth thrust. His loosened entrance took it in with little resistance, and Han-seo’s vision blurred as his body struggled to cope.
“Baby.”
“Ahhk, mm, ngh!”
“Even if you don’t Guide me… I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t care—nnngh—I can’t, ah, ahhh!”
Every inch of his skin lit up like a live wire. Wherever Woo-jun touched him, it felt like electricity, impossible to describe and impossible to endure. That burning-cold sensation consumed him, leaving no room for rational thought.
The grip behind his knees was brutal, slamming him down with force. Bone collided with bone, hips crashing, making every sensation feel blindingly raw. It was so intense, his eyes stung with the pressure.
But what truly overwhelmed him was the sheer size of Woo-jun’s cock—far too big for his smaller frame. Each pounding thrust sent pain blooming through his belly, like being struck from the inside. And yet, from that pain bloomed pleasure… something Han-seo couldn’t deny anymore. Whatever he’d been before, he wasn’t normal now.
“Han-seo, look at me. Don’t close your eyes, okay?”
His voice was soft, almost sweet, in stark contrast to the relentless thrusting below. Even as Woo-jun drove him to the edge, the knocking at the door continued persistently. Every time Han-seo glanced that way, Woo-jun, as if annoyed, pulled him close—without pulling out—and stood up.
“Hnnngh, ahhh, AAAH!”
The sudden shift in angle pushed deep enough that Han-seo came on the spot, his toes curling as sticky fluid splattered up, even hitting Woo-jun’s face. Without pause, Woo-jun walked boldly toward the door, positioning himself right in front of it, right where the knocking continued.
“You crazy—fucking psycho, why here, haaah, why here of all places…?”
“Felt like you wanted to answer them. Should I turn off the soundproofing? Let you talk? Wanna do that?”
Woo-jun’s voice was all bright and sunny as he rubbed his cheek—still streaked with cum—against Han-seo’s face. The way he asked so innocently made it all the more infuriating. Han-seo bit down hard on his lip, glared at him for a beat, then grabbed the back of Woo-jun’s neck and smashed their mouths together in a messy, impatient kiss.
The cum smeared between their faces made everything taste bitter and metallic. Han-seo couldn’t exactly complain—it was his—but he held it in, lips pressed tightly together. Woo-jun, on the other hand, smiled like it was the most delightful thing in the world, happily nibbling and sucking on Han-seo’s soft cheeks.
“Hehe. Kissing tastes like cum.”
“Can you not say shit like that?”
“Ah, right. You mean shut up and move? Got it.”
“No, that’s not what I—ah!”
“Mhm, mhm. Love you too.”
With zero finesse, Woo-jun lifted him and slammed in. Han-seo came again, legs giving out under the relentless pounding. Neither of them had a clue what they were doing—both being each other’s firsts—but somewhere along the way, their clumsy, instinctive rhythm had become second nature. And God, it felt so fucking good.
***
“Team Leader! It’s been so lon—oh…”
The Esper, just back from a mission at another branch, froze mid-sentence the moment he stepped into the office. The air was thick, oppressive. So that’s why the whole department had been eerily quiet today…
“R-Right. The deployment went well. Yep. Everything’s fine, totally fine.”
“……”
“W-Well, I’ll be heading out now.”
He slammed the door shut and took off at a sprint, hands and feet moving way too fast to be casual. It was true what they said—the quiet ones are scariest when they’re angry. And this wasn’t even anger. That made it worse.
He shuddered hard, trying to shake off the dread crawling down his spine.
When Park Woo-jun had first been appointed Chief of Espers, the department had buzzed with rumors. He was young—absurdly young—and looked way too soft. Everyone figured the new management would mean easier missions and lighter workloads. Compared to the previous chief, who had been sharp and merciless, this guy just seemed like a Guide-chasing puppy. How hard could he be?
That illusion shattered in under a month. You couldn’t even think about crossing the line with Lee Han-seo lurking around—always watching, always ready to pounce if someone mistreated their Esper.
“Hey, Chief Park, about the next quarter’s budget—”
“……”
“Chief?”
“Do I know you?”
“…Huh?”
“Why are you speaking casually? That’s fucking rude.”
“…I-I’m sorry, sir. I’ll watch myself.”
No Esper with half a brain dared test Woo-jun when his Guide wasn’t around. It wasn’t like he had two faces—he wasn’t putting on an act, pretending to be sweet one minute and terrifying the next like the last chief. It was just… instinctive. Without Han-seo nearby, something inside him dimmed.
And while Woo-jun wasn’t the type to lash out physically—or even raise his voice—unless he was on duty, his presence alone as an S-rank Esper was more than enough to shake people up. Especially Espers with high sensitivity to others’ energy. Just being near him made their skin prickle and their nerves scream for escape. No amount of mental prep helped.
“He was fine before I left. What the hell happened now?”
Sure, he usually got like this when Han-seo wasn’t attached to his hip, but today? Today was worse. If anyone walked up to him right now, they’d probably get dragged into a full combat simulation just for breathing wrong.
The Esper bolted from the Esper Affairs Division, which—unsurprisingly—was empty. His mind was made up. No matter what, he wasn’t stepping foot near this place again anytime soon.
