It seemed like he still needed to be loosened up a bit more… Cha Eun-soo cautiously pulled his fingers out.
His fingers, warm and slick from having been inside, cooled rapidly as they met the air.
As if forced to rise, he hesitantly got to his feet and approached the body of Joo Cheong-gyeong, who lay still and quiet nearby. He straddled him, spreading his legs as he sat atop him, when a curt command flowed in from beyond the bars.
“Get it up.”
The tone, laced with the edge of someone whose patience had run dry, was more than enough to make the listener shrink back. There was no room to misinterpret what was being demanded. Cha Eun-soo lowered his head.
It was as if he’d realized that surrender brought a strange kind of relief. A sense of resignation now hung about him, but the sting of humiliation surged up reflexively, reddening his eyes. Joo Cheong-gyeong’s gaze, sharp and unrelenting, missed none of it.
Eventually, Cha Eun-soo slowly bent over. As he leaned in, the view was filled with the groin that lay beneath the defined abs. Even in its flaccid state, Joo Cheong-gyeong’s cock was thick and bulging, even more impressive up close.
Cha Eun-soo swallowed dryly and took hold of the shaft with both hands.
It felt different from when it had been pounding inside him—slightly squishy, almost yielding.
But he’s basically soulless right now.
He seemed to be breathing and still showed signs of life… but was it really okay?
Cha Eun-soo found himself distracted by the troubling thought that he might fail to get it erect. But just like Joo Cheong-gyeong had passed his curiosity onto him, that curiosity now stirred in Cha Eun-soo as well. He started by brushing the pad of his thumb along the length of the cock.
Then, pressing in along the soft outline, he began to massage it with a bit more pressure.
He parted his lips and extended his tongue, licking the tip.
His movements were timid, lukewarm, but still enough to stoke the raw lust of the one watching.
The eyes of the Esper wearing someone else’s skin began to blaze.
The flushed tongue, flicking over the head like it was melting ice cream, gradually widened its reach. Finally, he ran his tongue from the base, nestled in the pubic hair, all the way up to the glans in one long stroke.
As if he couldn’t bring himself to take it into his mouth, he just kept repeating the same motion. Meanwhile, his fingers gently kneaded the scrotum to add stimulation.
Tsut, chup.
The sticky sound of tongue and flesh rubbing together faintly spread through the air.
Soaked with saliva, the cock slowly began to harden.
Startled, Cha Eun-soo widened his eyes slightly and paused.
He looked up. The face he saw remained unchanged—calm, eyes still closed.
The fact that he’d managed to elicit a sexual response from an unconscious body was… fascinating.
Well, even when someone’s asleep, they can still get hard from stimulation.
It wasn’t like erections only happened from intent. Sometimes it was just a physical reflex. Maybe there hadn’t been any reason it wouldn’t work in the first place.
While Cha Eun-soo remained still, holding the cock in his hands, Joo Cheong-gyeong spoke.
“Are you just going to stay like that?”
Joo Cheong-gyeong wasn’t particularly surprised. What mattered more than satisfying a fleeting curiosity was what came next.
To be honest, he wasn’t in any position to feel composed right now.
Cha Eun-soo, straddling him like this, looking like he was about to go into heat—it was maddeningly intoxicating, even if it was all being forced.
Or maybe because it was being forced, it felt even more euphoric.
He wanted to dominate him—to ravage him—but at the same time, he also wanted to gently hold that fragile body in his arms.
“It’s standing because of you, Eun-soo-ssi. You’ve got to take care of it.”
“……!”
Cha Eun-soo’s lips quivered as he thought, So it’s come to this.
His brown eyes slowly filled with dread and hesitation.
“Don’t make that pitiful face. It just turns me on more.”
Fucking pervert…
Cursing him internally for what that bastard probably thought was a compliment, Cha Eun-soo bit down hard on his lip. No matter how many times he faced this, he still had to brace himself. This was something entirely different from using his fingers.
I just need to get used to it. That’s all—just get used to it.
He lifted his hips and positioned himself just above Joo Cheong-gyeong’s groin. The massive cock, now fully engorged from the heat, swelled on its own as he fumbled to align it with his own perineal entrance.
Even after being stretched, the tight, narrow hole resisted the dull, bulbous tip pressing against it.
The sensation of it not only touching the entrance but spreading across the surrounding skin made the nape of his neck go cold.
His pale back trembled as the tension surged through him.
Joo Cheong-gyeong watched in silence as Eun-soo stalled, unable to bring himself to lower down. That silence weighed on him like pressure.
Eventually, Cha Eun-soo slowly began to press his weight down.
His hole strained open, barely accommodating the glans as it was forced inside.
“Aghk…!”
His delicate face twisted in pain. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his lips going pale.
In contrast, the tight squeeze of his narrow insides sent waves of arousal through Joo Cheong-gyeong’s cock.
Cha Eun-soo, who was now swallowing the fully swollen shaft, held his breath.
He had only gotten the tip in, but it already felt unbearable.
Fuck… maybe it’d be better to just shove it all in at once?
His fingers trembled as they pressed against Joo Cheong-gyeong’s finely sculpted abs. In the end, he made his decision.
“……! Hnnngh!”
The wet shaft vanished completely between his cheeks.
Cha Eun-soo arched his back, mouth open in a soundless cry.
Tears spilled from his wide, desperate eyes.
From the outside, his entrance was stretched wide, crudely molded to the shape of the cock stuffed inside.
Joo Cheong-gyeong let out a heated sigh as if the sensation were directly linked to his own body.
“Haah, mmgh.”
Cha Eun-soo panted heavily, completely unaware that he was crying.
The pain had long passed the threshold—it felt like his insides were burning.
The overwhelming pressure of the cock filling his belly sent a shiver through his whole body.
Now that he was actually taking it in, the foreignness of it hit him even harder, making every tiny hair on his body stand on end.
He couldn’t move at all for a while.
It was only after some time that he managed to calm his breathing.
“Haah… haah…”
His tear-streaked, ravaged face turned toward the bars.
The man in the unfamiliar body watched quietly from the other side, his face smoldering with barely restrained lust.
He looked like he could snap at any second, yet somehow he held himself back.
Even without being told, Cha Eun-soo naturally understood what came next.
If it’s in, then I should move.
…Or maybe I should just stay like this a bit longer, make the bastard squirm.
He looks like he’s enjoying this way too much—it’s pissing me off.
The thought didn’t last long.
After everything he went through to get it in, didn’t he deserve a moment to move at his own pace?
He reached his pale, trembling hand back, feeling the solid bulk of Joo Cheong-gyeong’s thigh fill his palm. As he slowly straightened his back and lifted his hips slightly, the cock followed, dragging upward with him. The obscene sensation made his heart pound.
“Ugh….”
With a flicker of fear in his eyes, Cha Eun-soo lowered himself again. The cock slid back inside, swallowed by his body. Pretending not to know how to move, he clutched at the firm muscles of the thigh, his breathing shallow as the dick inside him shifted subtly with every heave of his chest. That strange, slippery movement sent an unfamiliar jolt through him—and then, it brushed against a particular spot inside.
“Aah…!”
His body jolted with a start, the feeling undeniable. The dull ache of his entrance, stretched to the limit, momentarily faded under the intensity of that spark. His instincts surged forward—he had to hit that spot again.
“Ah… mmf…”
His spine arched faintly as his hips began to rock, hesitant but deliberate, as if grasping for pleasure in the middle of a battlefield.
Color returned to his pale lips, and a blush began to bloom over his tear-streaked cheeks. His movements grew slightly bolder, his slender waist starting to sway. His ass began to grind slowly against Joo Cheong-gyeong’s groin, producing soft, rhythmic smacks with each motion.
Cha Eun-soo let out a small moan. Compared to the other man’s thrusts, it was weak, almost laughably so, but this teasing rhythm wasn’t so bad either. It seemed the sense of psychological satisfaction played a big part in it. Having the Esper who’d once ruthlessly violated him now lying there utterly defenseless, while he used that cock however he pleased… there was something deeply perverse—and gratifying—about that sense of conquest.
Even if the entire situation had played out exactly as the Esper intended.
His sweat-slicked body glistened as he continued to roll his hips. Then, he glanced once more toward Joo Cheong-gyeong, who was still possessed by someone else.
“…!”
His hazy eyes widened. The body that had stood stiffly upright just moments ago was now slumped over on the ground, like a discarded puppet.
“Why’d you stop? It was just getting good.”
That voice, thick with lust, sounded right beside him. At the same time, pale hands clamped tightly around his waist.
Cha Eun-soo sucked in a sharp breath and turned his head. The owner of the cock inside him was now raising his upper body.
“…So it’s my turn now, huh?”
Eyes lit with a flickering red glint came inches from his face. The gaze was drenched in feral hunger and unrelenting obsession, sending a shiver racing down Eun-soo’s spine. Frozen in place, he instinctively reached to brace himself against Joo Cheong-gyeong’s shoulders, trying to create space.
But it was useless.
His lips were seized in a rough, devouring kiss.
“……!”
It wasn’t just passionate—it hurt. Teeth sank into him, biting down hard, followed by a tongue that pushed in with pure force, parting his lips violently. The wet inner flesh was greedily explored as their tongues tangled in a messy, chaotic swirl. No matter how much he tried to swallow, the saliva spilled out, dribbling down his chin.
Joo Cheong-gyeong wrapped his arms around Cha Eun-soo, locking him in place as if restraining him. Then, with a brutal thrust, he rammed his hips upward.
Caught off guard, Cha Eun-soo’s knees buckled as his body jerked from the impact.
The fully hardened cock rammed into him, burying itself completely inside.
A moan tore from his throat, sharp and raw like a scream.
Cha Eun-soo dug his nails into Joo Cheong-gyeong’s shoulders as the man lunged into him with a force that felt like it might crush him.
The stimulation was blinding—his mind went white, wiped clean by the relentless onslaught. The difference in power was undeniable.
With each thrust, Joo Cheong-gyeong lifted and dropped him like he weighed nothing, timing it perfectly with the in-and-out motion of his cock. The sheer depth of penetration left Eun-soo breathless, each stroke knocking the air right out of his lungs.
He realized in that moment—Joo Cheong-gyeong’s pent-up desire wasn’t going to stop.
Not until it had been completely, brutally unleashed.
