A hand reached from behind and grabbed Hye-seong’s cock. Startled like he’d been electrocuted, Hye-seong thrashed, clutching Yoo Ji-ho’s arm in panic.
“Haaagh!”
“Haa, fuck… You’re hard again.”
“Ah, aah! Don’t touch it!”
Despite his desperate plea, Yoo Ji-ho didn’t let go—matching the pace of his thrusts with the rhythm of his hand.
“Hhngh… It’s gonna get dirty…!”
It was agonizing. At this rate, he was going to make a mess all over Ji-ho’s car.
After spending the past few days with him, Hye-seong had come to understand just how meticulous and clean Ji-ho really was.
Even though they were doing this inside a car—technically outside—it was still spotless enough that anyone would believe it had just rolled off the lot yesterday. Considering how particular Ji-ho was, this situation just didn’t add up.
But of course, this had all started because he’d suddenly needed guiding…
“Aah, please, Yoo Ji-ho—ah!”
Just as he tried to pull his thoughts together, his mind scattered again—pummeled by the thick shaft pounding into him, each thrust rougher than the last.
He was on the verge of climaxing, yet Yoo Ji-ho continued pumping him while slamming into his body hard enough to collapse it entirely. Hye-seong’s vision started to blur.
“Hhngh, nn, aah!”
Teetering on the edge of release, Hye-seong shook his head frantically and cried out again.
“Nngh, please! The seat—it’s gonna get dirty—ahh!”
“And that’s what you’re worried about right now?”
“Ahgh…!”
Yoo Ji-ho grabbed Hye-seong’s cock so tight it seemed like it might burst, slamming into him with such force that wet smacks echoed through the car. Hye-seong tried to cover himself, but he was far too overwhelmed. Moments later, Ji-ho’s body slumped over him in a trembling heap.
“Haa, ahhh…”
He paused briefly—but didn’t give Hye-seong a chance to recover. With his hand still slick with cum, he gripped Hye-seong’s cock again and pressed firmly down on his lower belly.
“Ghk—ah! W-wait, ahh!”
Their cocks rubbed together through the thin skin of his stomach, the sensation making Hye-seong gasp like he was suffocating. Meanwhile, Ji-ho kept thrusting inside him, chasing the renewed tightness that came from the changed sensation.
Now that his body had gone slack, the cock pushing into him was slipping in with even less resistance. It should’ve felt easier—but instead, it only made his body more sensitive, more overwhelmed.
“Too—nn, too fast, hngh…!”
“……”
Eyes fluttering as he fought to stay conscious, Hye-seong blinked rapidly. Slowly, other sensations came into focus.
In the confined space of the car, every little sound echoed with stark clarity.
Ji-ho’s low groans, ragged breaths, the lewd slap of skin hitting skin—it all filled his ears. When he pulled out, leaving just the tip, then slammed back in down to the base, there was even a squelch as liquid splashed inside.
At this point, it wasn’t just their bodies that were shaking—it felt like the whole damn car was rocking. No matter how isolated the location, if someone happened to pass by…
“Ah…!”
Mouth slightly agape, Hye-seong let out a stunned gasp, his body shuddering.
When he suddenly started trembling uncontrollably, Ji-ho wrapped both arms around him even tighter from behind.
Still trapped and now with his wrists pinned, Hye-seong cried out in panic.
“W-what do I do, aaah!”
“Haa, what are you talking about?”
“Nggh… what if someone sees—!”
“……”
Ji-ho’s hips suddenly stopped cold. Hye-seong exhaled in relief.
He must’ve gotten carried away—overwhelmed by the intensity of the guiding. Ji-ho was normally so strict about control…
“This is bad, nngh, let’s just stop…”
“Haa.”
At this rate, he wasn’t helping Ji-ho’s lifestyle—he was about to turn into the reckless kind of Guide who dragged people into chaos without even meaning to.
“Okay? Yoo Ji-ho…”
Still panting, unable to even open his eyes properly, Hye-seong spoke in a worried voice. Ji-ho let out a breathless laugh.
Despite what Hye-seong expected, Ji-ho didn’t pull out. Instead, he hugged him even tighter and began grinding his hips in a slow, deliberate circle. As the thick shaft stirred inside him, pressing against every part of his inner walls, Hye-seong’s lips parted again.
“Hhnngh—why again—ahh…!”
“Seriously… what should we do?”
With every lazy thrust, the rough hair at Ji-ho’s base scraped against his skin. But more than that, it was the shaft inside him—pressing against every nerve-ending, filling his gut—that made his entire body convulse.
“A-ah, if you move like that…!”
The pressure from within was building again, growing stronger and tighter. He didn’t understand why Ji-ho was doing this all over again.
Ji-ho, still flush against him, whispered in a low, gravelly voice right beside his sensitive ear:
“If people knew Yoo Ji-ho pulled over on the side of the road just to fuck his Guide… haa, what would they say?”
“Ahh—no, don’t say that! Nngh!”
“What am I, some horny mutt in heat…? Right?”
“Aaah, stop…!”
Horrified, Hye-seong shook his head violently. But Ji-ho’s cock kept pounding into him without hesitation, battering him from the inside. He slammed his hips down hard again, fucking Hye-seong deep and fast.
“Huh? What’s so good about this that you’re losing your mind? In broad fucking daylight.”
“Ugh, Yoo Ji-ho…!”
“I seriously wanna know—fuck—haah…!”
Grinding between Hye-seong’s thighs, now raw with red marks from the rough belt and pubic hair, Ji-ho finally came—his cock buried deep as he poured everything inside.
The insides that had been pounded mercilessly were now filled, every inch coated in thick, hot cum. Overwhelmed, Hye-seong tried to grab himself again—but ended up making another mess all over Ji-ho’s car.
Only then did Ji-ho finally release the tight hold he’d kept on him throughout. He straightened his upper body as Hye-seong slumped forward, shaking, completely spent.
“Haa… hngh, ah…”
Watching the sight, Ji-ho ran a hand through his disheveled hair and clicked his tongue quietly.
“…Tch.”
The oversized hoodie had ridden up to his chest, leaving his pale waist fully exposed. Below that, his round ass was blotched with red marks from pubic hair and belt buckles. When he’d first dressed him, Hye-seong had looked like any ordinary college student. Now, not so much.
Honestly, compared to his usual ratty clothes or that ill-fitting Guide uniform, this suited him way better. Still, it was a shame—the entire outfit, from the underwear to the socks, all newly bought by Ji-ho, was now a mess.
If he’d known it’d end up like this, he would’ve had Hye-seong wear his own old clothes instead—then he could’ve tossed the whole thing later with some excuse.
Ji-ho spread the bruised cheeks apart. Sure enough, the abused entrance was twitching, still dribbling his cum.
He stripped off the hoodie, leaving only the t-shirt underneath, and used it to wipe the mess from Hye-seong’s thighs and his own cock. Then he cleaned the seat where Hye-seong had spilled and casually tossed the ruined hoodie into the backseat.
As for what was still inside Hye-seong… Ji-ho only wiped off the parts that had leaked out. The rest, he left in.
He pulled up Hye-seong’s underwear and pants in order, gently dressing the limp body. Hye-seong, completely drained, didn’t resist. Once moved to the passenger seat, he lay slumped, breathing heavily.
Then, realizing how light he felt, he blinked and looked around.
“……”
He glanced at the hoodie thrown carelessly into the backseat, his eyes filled with disappointment. It was the outfit he’d gotten as a gift today…
Ji-ho leaned in to fasten his seatbelt and rubbed his lips against Hye-seong’s cheek as he whispered:
“Keep it all in until we get there. Okay?”
“…Huh?”
Only then did Hye-seong’s dazed expression shift into surprise as he looked at Ji-ho.
Shit. He realized too late. His already large eyes went even wider, and Ji-ho chuckled under his breath.
He’d thought Ji-ho had cleaned everything up, but now, fully aware that the cum was still inside him, Hye-seong instinctively tensed up. Eventually, he nodded. Ji-ho patted his head and turned back to the steering wheel.
Just earlier, when Ji-ho was wiping down the mess Hye-seong had made on the seat, he’d wanted to die from the embarrassment. That’s why he hadn’t been able to lift his head since. But now, he was about to mess up his pants and the passenger seat, too.
Why did he do that…?
Hye-seong glanced toward the driver’s seat. Ji-ho looked… positively content.
He really must’ve needed that guiding…
At least the emergency was over. Once they got there, he could wash up. He still felt like something was about to spill out of him any second, so he closed his eyes and clenched down.
***
A short while later, Ji-ho opened the passenger door and looked straight at Hye-seong.
“Time to get out.”
Even with the door open for him, Hye-seong didn’t move. He just sat there quietly, hunched over. His neck, visible under the bowed head, was flushed redder than ever.
Ji-ho couldn’t tear his eyes away. Then, in a sweet, innocent voice, he asked:
“What’s wrong?”
“…I think it’s going to come out…”
“Ah.”
Only then did Ji-ho seem to realize. He stared into space for a second, then replied in a calm, gentle tone:
“There’s no one around to see Baek Hye-seong leaking cum out of his ass.”
“…!”
At his utterly shameless words, Hye-seong’s head snapped up.
