He let out a self‑mocking laugh and breathed hot air between the white legs. The hole that had only been twitching finally allowed his soft tongue to slip inside. The moment it did, he felt a pleasure as vivid as if he were inserting his cock at the same time. When the tight entrance twitched, almost biting at his tongue, and pushed him out, Yoo Ji‑ho pulled his lips away and urgently thrust his cock into Hye‑seong’s body.
“Ha— aah…!”
“Ah…!”
Once he pushed past the tight ring, the inner walls immediately adapted, clinging and sucking him in.
Driving himself all the way to the base in one go, he let out a beastlike groan, his thighs trembling. The moment he entered, thick spurts of cum burst out uncontrollably, flooding deep inside Hye-seong’s belly. He couldn’t hold back even a second longer; using that as lubrication, he snapped his hips forward.
“Ah…!”
Because he’d entered faster than usual, the inner walls—still unadjusted—clenched around his entire cock as if wringing him dry. And although the deep part of Hye-seong belly was drenched with cum, none of it had flowed outward yet; from the shallow walls to the entrance, everything was still too dry.
“Hye‑seong, do you feel how you’re clinging to me?”
“W‑wait, aaah, ngh…!”
“Hm? You feel it?”
Hye‑seong couldn’t even open his eyes, now a mess of tears, let alone answer him. His whole body trembled as the cock slowly slid out.
Ji‑ho, who had been pounding him with fierce force, slowed his hips as if savoring that sensation again.
“Fuck— it’s like you’re telling me not to pull out….”
“Ah— hhiik…!”
When the thick shaft that filled his belly dragged out slowly along the dry inner walls, his hips trembled on their own, completely beyond his will.
Once the cock that had slipped out over a long stretch drove back in, the cum that had dripped from deep inside helped ease the entry. As the same motion repeated, it felt as though Ji‑ho was deliberately spreading his cum through every corner of his body.
“Agh!”
At the same time, Hye‑seong’s mouth fell open on its own. The cock twisted in angle without warning—thud—slamming down and crushing the deepest point inside him. There wasn’t even the slightest gap at their joining; they were locked together as one.
After a moment, his vision—which had flashed white—gradually returned, and still impaled to the root, Hye‑seong began to whimper weakly.
“Hhngh… why— aah…!”
The shaft buried to the hilt had suddenly gone still.
It felt like time stopped with every point inside him crushed all at once. It hurt, in a different way. Every nerve felt focused entirely on the cock stuffing his belly full. Every time his pale shoulders trembled, his still‑tight inner walls clenched and shifted around the entire ridged length.
Seeing that reaction, Ji‑ho laughed even as he let out rough breaths.
He gave a low groan, then untied the robe still covering Hye‑seong’s body and took his nipple into his mouth. When he thrust up hard again, Hye‑seong jerked his hips and let out a loud moan.
With one hand braced on the headboard, Ji‑ho pounded him fast and brutally. Today, he seemed obsessively determined to push his cock even deeper than usual.
With the relentless thrusts, the cum that had trickled down the shaft gathered at their joining point little by little. Each sharp snap of his hips sent the frothy, milky fluid bubbling and pooling before it slowly rolled down Hye‑seong’s white ass. Every time Ji‑ho drove in, there was a wet, squelching sound—like liquid being kicked up.
The hand braced on the headboard soon moved to the side of Hye‑seong’s head.
He lowered his body, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around him completely. Hye‑seong instinctively clung to him, grabbing onto his neck. The moment he did, Ji‑ho’s thrusts grew even rougher. Whenever Hye‑seong’s body was forced upward, his strong arms pinned him in place. Holding him tight against his chest, Ji‑ho drove into him more mercilessly than ever before.
In that position, there was no escaping anywhere. Pinned beneath Ji‑ho’s weight, Hye‑seong came undone several times.
After the long, drawn‑out act finally ended, Ji‑ho sat up and drank some water from the minibar. He tilted the bottle to Hye‑seong’s lips as well, letting him drink, and Hye‑seong swallowed it down with small gulps.
The cold water sliding down his parched throat helped him regain a bit of clarity.
Wiping his wet lips with his fingers, Hye‑seong collapsed back onto the bed. With eyes fluttering half‑shut, he stared at Ji‑ho under the warm lighting.
Unlike himself, Ji‑ho didn’t look tired at all—if anything, he seemed deep in thought. His furrowed brow made him look almost serious.
What was he thinking about? Was he thinking about what would happen to him? Or was it about what they had talked about earlier?
As his mind cleared, the hopeful feelings he’d impulsively let himself indulge in while drunk began to fade.
Even if the pleasure had been real, Ji‑ho right now didn’t look like someone responding to a one‑sided crush. If anything, he looked troubled.
“…Anyway.”
Lost in thought, Ji‑ho suddenly turned his gaze from the empty air to look at him.
“What did you mean when you said you can’t be my Guide?”
“…What?”
“You like me, but you can’t guide me.”
“……”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
For a moment, it felt like he was trapped in those pitch‑black eyes—he couldn’t say a word.
“Why do you start thinking about leaving me the moment you say you like me?”
“Ah, that’s….”
The unexpected, absurd question made Hye‑seong blink wide like a startled animal. Struggling to sit up, he carefully spoke.
“I just don’t think it makes sense for me to keep working at your side like this. It’s such an important position….”
Seeing Ji‑ho at the banquet with another Guide had triggered it.
Even though Espers and Guides weren’t exclusive partners, Hye‑seong still wanted to monopolize Ji‑ho. He’d thought he didn’t expect anything, but he’d already been harboring a ridiculous desire. His feelings were nothing but a hindrance to Esper Yoo Ji‑ho.
That’s why he wanted to step away before he caused even more trouble.
“It’s my fault, so I think quitting is the right thing to do. I’m sorry.”
His eyes were just red, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the sheet—like a child waiting to be scolded.
“So you’re abandoning me? Because you like me?”
“…Huh?”
The cold voice broke the silence. After being quiet for so long, Ji‑ho asked something Hye‑seong had never even imagined—whether he was trying to leave him.
“…How could I ever abandon you?”
“In your confession, there’s always some bullshit decision attached at the end, isn’t there.”
As Hye‑seong stared blankly, Ji‑ho raised one corner of his mouth. It looked like he was mocking his feelings… yet also like he felt betrayed.
“Quitting that position because of that shitty excuse doesn’t make sense.”
“……”
“You tell me you’re quitting not because you hate me but because you like me? Instead of promising you’ll stay by my side? Or is there some other reason and you’re lying to me right now?”
“What? No— it’s not like that, what do you mean…!”
Hye‑seong inhaled sharply and shook his head in panic, his whole body twitching restlessly.
“No? Because right now, it sounds to me like you don’t care at all if you stop being my Guide. Am I wrong?”
“No! That’s not it! I mean— I’m doing this for you, Ji‑ho. And it’s what a Guide should do. Not being able to separate work and personal feelings is just….”
Under Ji‑ho’s unrelenting stare, Hye‑seong’s voice lost strength and trailed off.
“A Guide shouldn’t… do that….”
“……”
Ji‑ho’s eyes looked like he was hearing the dumbest bullshit of his entire life. But Hye‑seong was just as flustered.
“Forget duty and whatever. Throw that crap out.”
“Th‑then what should I….”
At a loss, Hye‑seong blinked rapidly. Duty wasn’t something he should throw out—so why was Ji‑ho suddenly saying that?
Ji‑ho rose from the bed.
“It’d be better if we pretended this never happened.”
“…What?”
Unable to understand, Hye‑seong could only let out a foolish sound. Seeing his dazed expression, Ji‑ho sighed deeply.
“Hye‑seong.”
“…Yes.”
“If confessing is just your excuse to leave me, then don’t confess to me again.”
He said something impossible to interpret, then reached the door—only to pause. His face looked troubled, his mouth refusing to move for a long moment.
“I’m taking back what I said earlier too.”
Not in a good mood at all. With that final line, the door shut.
Yoo Ji‑ho’s answer to Baek Hye‑seong’s one‑sided love wasn’t rejection—it was cancellation.
