After seeing the news broadcast that vividly showed both my and Kang Biso’s faces, silence fell over us. It wasn’t until a long moment later that Kang Bijun finally broke it.
“…Wow. They even showed our faces.”
The footage didn’t just expose me—it clearly showed Kang Biso as well. His photo must’ve been taken after his capture; he looked rough, but still recognizable.
“Neither of you should even think about going outside right now.”
“…Yeah.”
“Understood.”
Kang Bijun was right. With our identities out in the open, stepping outside would mean immediate exposure—and likely capture.
“Let’s rest today. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Maybe it was because we’d been up all night, but Kang Bijun brought the conversation to an abrupt end. All three of us, strung tight with tension, wore the exhaustion plainly on our faces.
After Kang Bijun left, Kang Biso and I collapsed onto the bed. As soon as we hit the soft mattress, the strain from the day seemed to melt from our bodies. It had been brutal—I couldn’t even remember how the day had passed.
“…How are you feeling, Kang Biso-ssi?”
“…I’m okay. Just… really tired.”
He was lying motionless, barely moving, and his voice was drained. Kang Biso never showed weakness unless he was being especially affectionate, so hearing him like this made my heart ache.
Maybe a bit of guiding would help relieve his fatigue.
“Kang Biso-ssi… would you like me to guide you?”
“You must be tired too…”
“I’m fine.”
“Then… could I ask for just a little?”
Kang Biso shifted and instinctively reached out, wrapping his arm around me. I returned the gesture, circling my arm around his waist as I began to guide him.
“Haah…”
We hadn’t even been at it long, yet Kang Biso clung to the guiding, his breath already turning hot and ragged. Meanwhile, my brows furrowed with concern.
He’s worse off than I thought…
I had assumed he was stable after the guiding before the operation. I even gave him a bit more while we were on the run. I thought it would’ve been enough to help him recover, at least partially. But it hadn’t. His energy was a chaotic mess—so volatile that one misstep could’ve pushed him into a rampage.
He must’ve pushed himself to the limit…
Even in that condition, he’d calmly treated his wounds and reported the situation like nothing was wrong. I clicked my tongue inwardly at how much he’d endured. But more than that, it hurt to know he’d been suffering in silence, never once asking for guiding—until I offered.
I poured more focus into the guiding than usual. Slowly, a flush of color returned to Kang Biso’s face. My own breathing started to quicken, slightly heated from the feedback of his energy.
Then, suddenly, Kang Biso—who had been holding me—lifted his upper body. The guiding wasn’t finished yet… but he seemed to have something far more urgent in mind. With a restless urgency, he fumbled with my belt buckle.
“W-What are you… ah, doing?”
He quickly pulled down my pants, revealing my underwear, and lowered his head to slowly lick over the fabric.
“Ahh!”
He wasn’t stopping there. Spreading his mouth open wider, he took both my underwear and the shape beneath it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over me.
“Huhh!”
The sensation, dulled only slightly by the thin fabric, sent a jolt of madness through me. I instinctively rolled my hips, craving more stimulation. As Kang Biso finally raised his head, I could see my underwear—utterly soaked from how hungrily he’d sucked.
Still gripping me, he stroked my cock through the damp fabric. The clingy wetness was uncomfortable, but the friction—those teasing jolts of sensation—made it strangely even more intoxicating.
“Ah… Kang Biso-ssi!”
“Haah… I’m sorry. I know you’re tired, but I couldn’t hold back.”
His every move—tongue licking at his lips, hand persistently stroking over the soaked fabric—was animalistic. No, even more than that. His gaze was raw, lustful, dripping with want. And maybe that look in his eyes was what finally pushed me over the edge. The guiding-induced tension and desire surged, taking control of my body.
“Haah… take it slow…”
The moment those words left my lips, Kang Biso yanked down my underwear without hesitation. My cock, flushed and throbbing, stood fully exposed, on the verge of climax.
He gripped it gently, giving it a few teasing strokes, then opened his mouth wide—swallowing it down whole. Everything he’d done up until now had just been a prelude. What followed was something entirely different—deep, urgent, unrelenting.
“Ahh!”
The pleasure hit like a shockwave. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—the sensation was overwhelming.
The wet, obscene sounds of him sucking filled the room, mixing with the moans I could no longer suppress. I reached out to gently hold his head, thrusting up into his mouth, chasing that ever-mounting bliss.
God… it feels so good.
I was completely consumed by the pleasure Kang Biso stirred in me—every nerve from head to toe alight with sensation.
More… more… I want more…
With each intense pull of his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with effort, I finally hit my limit. A sharp cry escaped me as I climaxed, releasing into Kang Biso’s mouth. Dazed and breathless, I stared at him in stunned disbelief.
He smiled at me, his eyes curving with mischief, and then swallowed with an audible gulp.
“Why did you swallow that? It’s… dirty…”
“It’s not dirty. Everything about you tastes good to me.”
As if to prove it, Kang Biso licked away every drop still clinging to my length. I normally would’ve stopped him, but the delicate touch of his tongue brushing over my sensitive skin post-release felt more like foreplay than cleanup. I could only lie there, dazed, watching him.
“Ah!”
Without warning, Kang Biso flipped me over onto my stomach.
Before I could even react to the sudden shift, I felt his firm hands spreading my cheeks apart. A moment later, something hot, hard, and heavy pressed against my entrance. I twisted around to look—Kang Biso’s cock was flushed red and stiff, rubbing impatiently between my cheeks.
His face was red, his eyes hazy with lust. The sight of him grinding so lewdly against me sent a shiver down my spine. Just that alone made my hips twitch, as if my entire body had turned into one raw, aching erogenous zone.
The slow, teasing rubs—deliberate and obscene—made my body heat rise. My breathing grew ragged. I lifted my head and met Kang Biso’s gaze.
Is this what it feels like… to be devoured by someone’s eyes alone?
In his gaze, I saw myself—completely lost in ecstasy, moaning and trembling, long since having forgotten pain, exhaustion, or fear. Maybe that’s why, hypnotized by those eyes, my arousal surged even higher.
Still clinging to the last shred of reason, Kang Biso gritted his teeth and growled in a low, hoarse voice,
“Haah… I want to be inside you. Right now.”
He thrust his hips again, aggressively grinding his cock between my cheeks. The pressure and motion made my entire body rock, as if he was already inside me.
“Haah… Hyung… Hwang Dae-heon…”
“Huh… Huhhh!”
Moments later, hot liquid splattered onto my back as he came, his ragged panting echoing in my ears. Then, without pause, Kang Biso scooped the semen off my back with his hand and spread it around my entrance.
“Euh…”
A finger slipped inside.
Quickly, one finger became two, then three. He skillfully located my sweet spot and pressed into it, again and again, stretching me open with increasing speed.
“Haah… Haung!”
Moans spilled from me involuntarily. My body was already strung tight with desire, every pulse crying out for release. But I hadn’t reached climax yet—I needed more. Faster. Deeper.
Just as I teetered on the edge, ready to come from his fingers alone, Kang Biso suddenly pulled out. It was just a moment too soon. I cried out in frustration and looked back at him.
He was smirking.
There was something twisted in that smile—dark with obsession and desire. His eyes gleamed with possessiveness, and it sent a thrill of fear and heat through me. He looked almost feral, as if the fragile thread of restraint he’d been holding had snapped completely.
I couldn’t hold his gaze—I turned away, eyes fixed forward.
And then, Kang Biso slammed into me.
“Ahhh!”
Even after being stretched, the sudden penetration was overwhelming. But the sense of fullness—so much more than fingers could offer—wiped away the discomfort.
Kang Biso began moving, his hips snapping forward with force.
“Ha… ngh! Aung!”
With just one thrust, he struck my sweet spot dead-on. The burst of pleasure was so intense that I came again, spurting onto the sheets before I could even think.
Had I ever come that fast before?
There was no time to wonder. Kang Biso kept going.
“Euh! Hih… Haang!”
Each thrust struck the same spot with pinpoint accuracy, sending tremors through my body and turning my vision hazy. My limbs gave out, but Kang Biso caught my hips and pounded into me even harder.
Thud, thud!
The lewd slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, blending with my helpless moans. Kang Biso lowered his body, angled for a deeper thrust, and captured my lips. His kiss was messy, consuming—drool dribbled down my chin, and he swallowed it without care.
At last, with one final deep thrust, Kang Biso groaned and came inside me.
Breathless and glassy-eyed, he pulled back just enough to meet my gaze and asked with a mischievous smirk,
“Haah… did you like it that much?”
I couldn’t even form words. All I could do was pant, trembling as his cock slowly slid out of me and the warmth of his release trickled down my thighs.
“Uh… euh…”
Then he flipped me over again. I found myself face to face with him, legs spread and lifted onto his shoulders.
“Haah… I’m sorry. Once isn’t enough.”
His eyes still burned with desire.
He crushed his lips to mine, devouring my mouth before slowly pushing into me once more.
This time, with the previous round and his own release still coating my insides, he slid in with smooth ease. He didn’t wait—his hips began snapping with speed and force.
I clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck, biting down on his shoulder as waves of pleasure drowned out thought.
“Haah… haah… Hwang Dae-heon…”
“Ahh… euh! Kang Biso—hngh… you’re too fast! Haa… uh! P-please… slow down…”
“Haah… I love you so much, I think I’m going insane… I love you…”
Even as my mind was slipping into haze, that one confession rang out, clear and sharp. I wanted to say it back—that I loved him too. But all that left my lips were endless cries of ecstasy.
My thoughts dissolved into white-hot pleasure, and before I knew it… I blacked out.
