#4
“Ugh, nng… mm… chuup.”
Ui-jin sucked on Seung-oh’s plump lower lip, hooking his left leg around his waist. Naturally, Seung-oh’s large hands cupped his pelvis before slipping back to the stretched-open hole. It wasn’t as satisfying as his cock, but fingers brought a different kind of pleasure.
“Ngh, ah—! Mmm, ahh—! Seung-oh, nng, hng—!!”
Ui-jin finally came from the relentless fingering, grinding his cock against Seung-oh’s hard abs in aftershocks. Seung-oh rubbed his soaked fingers around the rim, tracing every delicate fold. Each brush sent Ui-jin’s scattered guiding energy surging—thin waves of excitement, like ripples in a breeze. As an esper, Seung-oh could feel everything: the heat of his sweat-slicked skin, his ragged breaths, the sticky cling of his flesh. Ui-jin was ready—desperate to cling to his cock, slick and needy.
“Ui-jin, feel good?”
“Mmm—hah—so good… nng….”
Even after the rushed shower, they couldn’t leave the bathroom. The next kiss left Ui-jin dizzy. Seung-oh’s water-glistening muscles were torturous foreplay.
Ignoring Ui-jin’s trembling, Seung-oh knelt and pressed his mouth to his rock-hard cock. He teased the softest part of his inner thigh—where Ui-jin’s scent was strongest—until pre-cum beaded thickly at the tip. The wrinkled sac brushing his cheek only stoked his arousal further.
“Ah, ah—hurry, put it in… please?”
“I said I’m doing whatever I want.”
“Ugh, fine—just fuck me already…. I want you inside—”
Ui-jin’s hole was drenched. Seung-oh spread his cheeks, revealing the pink, puckered hole, the dark inner walls fluttering open. He knew exactly how that tight heat would clamp around him—no gap, no mercy—swallowing him whole no matter how many times they’d done this.
Seung-oh was at his limit too. The urge to shove his cock into that slick depths and pound mercilessly sent a throb of pain through him. His thick, veined length—barely fitting in his own grip—nestled between Ui-jin’s legs.
“Hah—ah—nng! Ang!”
Ui-jin’s review of Seung-oh’s penetration: Step one to ultimate pleasure. His cock was prettier than any silicone toy—longer, thicker, the perfect shape to stretch him wide. The blunt, slightly split crown pressed in, and Ui-jin’s thighs spread obscenely to take it, his pale ass swallowing the monstrous shaft inch by inch.
“Fuck—so good, nng—!”
“Relax. Don’t want you hurt.”
Seung-oh pushed in slowly, halfway, before rocking his hips with deliberate slowness. Ui-jin’s eyes burned red as he nodded frantically.
“Hng, yeah—do what you want… I’m helpless—hng!”
The moment Seung-oh bottomed out, Ui-jin’s words dissolved into a scream. Pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave, his scalp tingling.
“Nngh—ha—hiik! Ah—! Aang!”
“I said relax—”
Ui-jin’s body surrendered to the relentless thrusts, each one slamming his prostate and fracturing his thoughts. Their 100% matching rate made every sensation more—breathing in the steam of their shared arousal like oxygen. Every time Seung-oh’s cock dragged over his sweet spot, Ui-jin’s tip leaked pre-cum like a broken faucet.
Thwack, thwack. The wet slaps of flesh filled the air with Ui-jin’s broken moans. Seung-oh adjusted his grip on his thighs, lifting him higher. Ui-jin wrapped his arms around Seung-oh’s neck, clinging on.
“Hng—!”
Seung-oh drove up hard, nailing his spot. Ui-jin’s lean body convulsed, his abs heaving as he panted. Seung-oh’s sharp eyes flickered—Ui-jin’s climax was a symphony, their energies syncing without a single misstep. The guiding energy radiating from him poured into Seung-oh like a meteor shower, drowning him in ecstasy. Ui-jin’s boneless, pleasure-drunk body only made Seung-oh’s stamina surge higher.
“More… more—”
Half-lidded, Ui-jin watched Seung-oh’s chest muscles ripple with exertion, slick with sweat. He’d never looked more obscene.
As requested, thick, milky fluid seeped from his stretched hole, coating them both. Seung-oh tightened his grip and fucked him harder. The sticky sounds of their bodies and Ui-jin’s lewd cries filled the room.
“Seung-oh, nng, yes—! Ah, hiik—!! Ah, aaah—! Too—nngh!”
“Hah—fuck—kngh!”
Every withdrawal pulled strings of cum between them. Seung-oh hoisted his legs wider, slamming in deep enough to make his ass clench violently. The angle hit his spot directly—Ui-jin’s head snapped back, throat bared.
“Ah—! Hng, nng—! Haang, ang! Yes, yes—haaaang!”
Ui-jin’s moans triggered another wave of guiding energy, crashing into Seung-oh like a storm. The overwhelming rush left him breathless, his body trembling with the force.
“Nng, nng—! Ah, hng! Nng—! Ang, haang!”
Seung-oh’s slow, grinding hips made his inner walls clench greedily. Instead of resisting, Ui-jin’s hole pulled him deeper, tighter than the first thrust. The longer they fucked, the more Seung-oh’s stamina peaked—guiding energy healed him, but Ui-jin’s endurance somehow matched his own.
The sex—disguised as guiding—ended long after the energy transfer was complete. As always.
“Ah, best… Ju Seung-oh, seriously—”
“That good?”
“Mmm. So good. I love you so much I could die. Now—fuck me again. Harder. Deeper. I can take it.”
Seung-oh bit his flushed nape once more before lifting his head. In the dim light, Ui-jin’s post-orgasm face was adoring. Does he mean my cock… or me?
“I love you too, Ji Ui-jin. To death.”
They’d stayed up until the early hours, but for the first time since moving into the shared dorm, they fell asleep in the same bed. Ui-jin, barely cleaned up, clung to Seung-oh, stealing kisses.
“I love you. Your sex is amazing—obviously—but that’s not all of it. I love you. Misinterpret that again and I’ll kill you.”
Ui-jin wiped his spit-slick lips with the back of his hand, beating him to the punch. Seung-oh just stared before nodding.
“Got it. Won’t happen again.”
Ui-jin smiled shyly at the promise.
***
Despite only three hours of sleep, Seung-oh’s condition was through the roof. Every step felt weightless, his vision razor-sharp. Even the usual post-training soreness was gone.
“Good morning.”
He greeted the Esper Training Room with uncharacteristic cheer. Yeoul, the trainer and doctor, froze mid-step, eyes widening. His colleague, Yeon-jae—already checking ability stats—gaped like he’d seen a ghost.
“What’s up with you?”
“…Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
Yeonjae shuddered. “Seung-oh’s in rare form today.”
Yeoul forced a smile and beckoned him into the exam room. Seung-oh unzipped his training top without hesitation. Electrodes were placed across his broad frame, connecting to the monitor. His mental abilities usually hovered above average unless heavily drained, but today, the graph spiked abnormally, the numbers flashing blue.
“Ju Seung-oh.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s re-test your rank.”
—Esper Rank Assessment commencing. Time limit: 40 seconds. Neutralize 117 virtual soldiers. Starting in 3… 2… 1.
Behind a thin barrier, Seung-oh systematically halted the soldiers flooding the screen. Dominating over a hundred minds in seconds—even simulated ones—was no small feat. Yeoul watched intently as he twisted their actions: making them stumble, change direction, or turn on each other.
—Assessment complete.
The barrier retracted. A water bottle rose from the floor; Seung-oh downed it in one go.
“What’s going on?”
Yeoul emerged from the monitoring room, clutching thick records. “You know the Center’s been watching for your awakening. Esper evolution depends on guides—and your matching rate with Ui-jin is perfect.”
Without looking at him, Yeoul sent an urgent protocol report: Esper. Re-evaluation. Promotion. The words were stark.
“Downgrades happen, but promotions—especially to the top tier—are rare.”
Seung-oh’s gaze flicked to the monitor. The final word glared back:
esp grade : S(++)
S-class. The rarest, most coveted rank—the Center’s ultimate prize. Seung-oh stared at the letters, dazed.
“I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. Trust me to control it.”
Yeoul’s gentle words earned a smirk. “Of course I trust you, Sunbae.”
“Brace yourself. You’ll be called in for every test under the sun. Stay sharp.”
Yeoul sighed. Strategic Planning needed mental-class espers. The moment the team lead heard, Seung-oh would be dragged into high-risk ops. God, I hope it’s nothing dangerous.
“Awakened subject confirmed?”
Before the report even sent, half a dozen suits stormed in—Center executives Seung-oh barely recognized. The room, alive with chatter moments ago, fell deathly silent.
“Mental-class Esper Ju Seung-oh, reporting.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
