He grinned, lips stretching like a snake sighting prey, then lowered his head. Spreading both of Se-min’s knees without a hint of hesitation, he took his one and only Guide’s cock into his mouth—and Se-min’s hips jerked hard.
“Ahk!”
The reaction was immediate. Shaking uncontrollably beneath a kind of pleasure he’d never known, Se-min trembled. The look he turned on Cha-hyeon seemed part surprise, part fear.
With Se-min’s cock in his mouth, he smiled. Embarrassment flushed Se-min’s face. You really do love my face, huh. With that throwaway thought, Cha-hyeon began to bob his head up and down, careful not to scrape with his teeth.
“Ah, ahh, h—hngh…!”
Naked, shameless moans poured out. Staring as if he still couldn’t believe Cha-hyeon was sucking his cock, Se-min looked about to burst. Feeling the cock in his mouth twitch like it could spill at any second, Cha-hyeon guessed the situation alone had pushed Se-min right to the edge.
“Ah, Hyung, Hyun—ngh, mmph….”
Groping for Cha-hyeon, back arched and body shaking, Se-min clapped a hand over his own mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. When Cha-hyeon tightened his mouth like he was drawing him in, the tremors wracking Se-min only worsened.
“Ungh, uhh, ha…!”
At last, unable to fight instinct, the shivering Se-min began to thrust his hips. The sight of him—still a man, after all—trying to shove into his mouth made a filthy, inexplicable delight rise up.
The pressure against his soft palate and beyond triggered a gag reflex, but once he relaxed, the discomfort was bearable. Brow pinched at the corners of his eyes, Cha-hyeon still couldn’t help feeling sorry for him as he watched Se-min silently buck.
Right. Bound as pair partners for life, Se-min was someone who’d never get the chance to thrust into him.
Even so, Se-min—so long as you’re with me, this is where you go.
Cha-hyeon lifted his face from between his legs. Deprived of stimulation, Se-min’s cock gave a shivery, regretful twitch. Eyes filmed with wet, he stared as if asking why he’d stopped.
“Why, why….”
Wetting his lower lip, keeping his gaze locked on Se-min’s, Cha-hyeon pressed his mouth to the plump, tight-drawn balls, then stuck out his tongue and slid down along the perineum. His hands tightened on the insides of Se-min’s knees.
“W—wait! Hyung, no! Hh—ugh!”
Realizing what was coming, Se-min tried to lift his head, but Cha-hyeon’s mouth found the entrance first. He set his lips to the still-flushed, swollen rim—and his tongue moved.
“……!”
The reaction was even more explosive than when he’d been sucking. With a sound close to a thud, the back of Se-min’s head hit the mattress as he shook it side to side. When a pointed tongue-tip teased into the puffed entrance, what came wasn’t pain but pleasure so fierce it felt like his brain was melting.
“Ah, aaah! Agh! No, it’s dirty, don’t—hngh, s-stop…!”
The greedy, wet sound of him devouring that hole was obscene. Crying out in near-screams, Se-min writhed, back bowed. Tears tracked from the corners of his eyes and dampened his temples. With a soft tongue, Cha-hyeon overran the fiercely resisting rim.
“Ha-eut…!”
He hadn’t even speared his tongue in more than a few times, but Se-min peaked fast.
Thin semen splattered messily over his belly. As his chest heaved visibly, the muscles behind him clenched and released, over and over.
Watching the traces of that high up close, Cha-hyeon let go of the knee he’d been holding. Straightening and wiping his mouth, he noticed a fleck of Se-min’s semen had landed on him too. He smeared it onto his hand, studied that watery fluid for a beat, then brought the hand to his own cock and leaned back down over Se-min.
“Nngh….”
Their lips met. Slack from the aftershocks, Se-min accepted the kiss with effort. Tongues tangling, Cha-hyeon stroked himself up and down with the hand slicked in Se-min’s semen, and soon he hit his peak as well. Another spray scattered across Se-min’s belly.
“Ha….”
With a small, cute smack, their mouths parted. The room that had been full of moans and every filthy sound now held only their roughened breathing. Still caught up in each other, they rode the fading waves.
Maybe it was because this was a wavelength that settled after a single night. Joke or not, Cha-hyeon’s wavelength energy was strikingly stable. Sensing it too, the hand that had been fumbling around his shoulder blades dropped at last, as if Se-min had spent the final scraps of his strength.
Cha-hyeon chuckled softly. Even now, he wasn’t forgetting a Guide’s duties. Truly, his pair partner was diligent. Feeling a sudden urge to tease him, Cha-hyeon said,
“Feels like you’ll get used to it.”
At the random, contextless line, Se-min’s brows rounded. But the words that followed made his lax body go taut with alarm.
“I mean me going down on you. If I practice, I’ll probably get even better at eating out your ass.”
“…I—I don’t think so.”
“How would you know when you haven’t really had it?”
“…….”
Quietly tucked in his arms, Se-min suddenly began thrashing like a cat before a bath. Cha-hyeon laughed out loud. Even with his composure slipping and him getting a little bratty about it, the sight still made him laugh.
“Try that again and see! I won’t let you off!”
“I’m kidding. Kidding.”
“Settle down,” he murmured, kissing Se-min’s cheek. Thankfully, that single kiss soothed him; he just eyed Cha-hyeon, suspicious.
Even as he narrowed his gaze to a glare, he couldn’t hide the deep affection swimming in his eyes. Strength slowly gathered in Cha-hyeon’s embrace.
“…….”
A possessive gleam slid toward empty air. Pop—the opaque, blue-tinged status window only he could see opened.
~Unclaimed Rewards List~
♦ …Clear Reward… (1/3)
That number would never go up again. Cha-hyeon would never let anyone take Se-min. Ji Se-min was his. He would be his alone—his Guide, forever.
“Se-min. Do you love Cha-hyeon Hyung?”
Pressing his lips to Se-min’s other cheek, he whispered in a ticklish tone. There was no answer, but even in the dark he could see the curve of Se-min’s ear and earlobe slowly warming again.
“I love you, Se-min. You know that, right?”
At that shy, well-behaved response, Cha-hyeon started spilling sugar he didn’t even mean, like candy bait for an ant. From that one sweet line, color crept up Se-min’s nape, and only after a long moment did he give the faintest nod.
Even that timid motion turned clumsy, like someone burned and pretending not to be—a bashful greenhorn. Grinning wide, Cha-hyeon burrowed into Se-min’s shoulder, satisfied.
Because of that, he didn’t notice the change in the status window right away.
~Unclaimed Rewards List~
♦ …Clear Reward… (2…?/3)
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~Unclaimed Rewards List~
♦ …Clear Reward… (1/3)
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3) Cha-hyeon and Sung Cha-hyeon
The rest of their vacation passed in peace. That was because Cha-hyeon kept his promise faithfully: no more slipping into dungeons without a word; he’d behave himself and stay by Se-min’s side.
“Ungh, hhhng!”
Maybe a little too faithfully….
Well, anyway.
As the calm vacation drew to a close, the two who’d been living like dungeons didn’t exist picked up a new appointment.
“You’re a bit late, aren’t you?”
Because they’d been doing something that practically guaranteed tardiness with the meeting just ahead, a preemptive blush crept up on Se-min. In contrast, Cha-hyeon answered evenly,
“Traffic.”
The roads were a little congested, sure—but not enough to make them late. It’s just that….
“Mmh, h—ah!”
“Se-min, if you keep this up, we’re gonna be late. Mmm, we should be out the door in, what, fifteen minutes at most.”
“Hh! I didn’t think… mm, it would be this… long—ha-eut!”
“Oh—Se-min, did you come?”
Those scorching scenes flipped through his mind like a panorama. As Se-min’s face grew even hotter, Deputy Chief Jeong only shrugged, like he’d asked without any hidden meaning.
The person they were scheduled to meet today was Deputy Chief Jeong. Se-min had informed the Center that Cha-hyeon had briefly recovered some memories and had also reported the matter of the Unclaimed Rewards. Only near the end of Cha-hyeon’s vacation—since the Secretary-General was swamped—did a meeting with Deputy Chief Jeong finally come together.
“Hello….”
Feeling a prick of conscience, Se-min mumbled and bowed deep from the waist. In stark contrast to his heavy, guilty shuffle, Cha-hyeon gave the conference room a once-over with a slightly cocky air. Sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the white blinds were drawn, and the space carried a faint dusty smell.
“Have a seat. Coffee? Tea? Water? We’ve got juice, too….”
As a courtesy, Deputy Chief Jeong pulled out a chair—then his face soured at once. Cha-hyeon, strolling over at an unhurried pace, caught the backrest, dragged it even farther out, and offered it to Se-min.
“…….”
Eyes narrowing like he’d chewed a bug, Deputy Chief Jeong ran his gaze up and down Cha-hyeon. The blatant curl of his expression—as if he’d seen something indecent—only made the red in Se-min’s face deepen.
Gentle by nature and a touch delicate-looking, he’d once topped an unofficial list: “Espers Espers want to protect.” (Another unofficial nickname: the Castrated Gym King.) It was the first time Se-min had seen him wear that sort of face. Come to think of it, he was also the man who’d sat beside Cha-hyeon at the press conference during that bombshell announcement.
The image resurfaced—his complexion bleached by flashing cameras, mouth dropped so far you could almost see his uvula—and suddenly Se-min had no idea where to rest his eyes.
