“Ha, aaah—!”
A thick spurt of milky semen erupted from Han-gyeom’s cock. The clear fluid that had pooled on his stomach was now joined by heavy drops of semen splashing over it. His overstimulated skin shivered with a tingling jolt.
The hot sensation of semen splashing up to his chest made Han-gyeom’s climax feel all the more intense. His chest stood taut, and his waist trembled as if it might snap. The nipples, already hardened from Seo Won’s earlier touch, were now standing erect.
Seo Won’s hand didn’t stop even as Han-gyeom came. It moved differently now, not with the intense strokes meant to bring him to orgasm, but more slowly, more tenderly—just enough to let him savor the aftermath of climax at his own pace.
Starting from the base, Seo Won gripped and drew upward like he was pulling at a pillar, coaxing out the remnants of semen that trickled out in sputters, like a cough. Each time, Han-gyeom’s body shuddered and a sweet, breathy moan escaped his lips.
Soaking Seo Won’s embrace with the force of his release, Han-gyeom trembled through the lingering aftershocks of his still-fading climax.
‘That was… strange…’
Throughout his orgasm, his vision had blurred in and out, fading in flashes. The deep, mellow resonance of climax left behind by that storm of pleasure was addictively gentle—so much so that he already craved to feel it again.
Was it because he had held back for so long? Or was it some odd effect triggered by Seo Won’s teasingly delicate touch?
Either way, Han-gyeom had to admit—it was so good he lost himself completely.
“Did you like it?”
Seo Won’s gentle question reached him as Han-gyeom stared up at him in a daze.
Seo Won had watched his face the entire time he came—relentlessly, with unwavering focus. Maybe he’d wanted to see Han-gyeom’s expression at the peak of climax?
‘That’s kind of embarrassing, actually.’
Avoiding Seo Won’s gaze, Han-gyeom kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to respond—he simply didn’t know what to say. Yet even that hesitation seemed to stir something in Seo Won.
“Was it… not good?”
Just from the sheer amount he’d released, that clearly wasn’t the case.
As Han-gyeom turned his face away, Seo Won’s lips brushed the corner of his eye, gently wiping away tears that had nearly spilled over—as if it pained him to see them fall.
“Don’t cry.”
There was a rawness in his whisper, layered with tangled emotions. Han-gyeom looked back at Seo Won, only to find him with a slight furrow between his brows, wearing an anxious expression like he didn’t know how to fix what was wrong.
“If there’s something you didn’t like, just tell me. I’ll fix it.”
Seo Won’s nervous tone caught Han-gyeom off guard more than a little.
‘What… is this?’
Something had changed.
Han-gyeom had known exactly what had triggered Seo Won’s first major shift—but this time, he couldn’t figure it out at all.
The moment that changed Seo Won—the one who used to despise and loathe him—was right after the sonic terror incident.
It had been Han-gyeom who threw himself forward and saved Seo Won, who clung obsessively to life and was hypersensitive to death, just as he was on the verge of losing control. Han-gyeom was the one who reached out and stopped the ticking countdown, giving Seo Won a chance to grasp onto the life he so desperately clung to.
How could anyone continue to hate and scorn the person who had done that for them—as if nothing had changed?
Especially when that person had collapsed in utter exhaustion, unable even to speak.
Given the situation, even someone like Seo Won couldn’t help but waver.
There’s nothing quite like being a “savior” to flip contempt into affection and hatred into attachment.
And it wasn’t like Han-gyeom hadn’t played that role before at the facility—he was familiar with it, knew how effective it could be, and had used it more than once.
From then on, it was clear that Seo Won had begun to open up to him. His feelings had evolved from mere interest to something close to genuine affection.
But this—this overly cautious way he now acted, as though Han-gyeom were fragile and might break at the slightest touch—this wasn’t what he had wanted.
He had wanted Seo Won to use him, to soothe his own emotions through him.
Back then, he’d been able to read the situation and capitalize on it easily. But this time… he honestly had no idea.
The only thing he could think of was Seo Won’s intense panic attack in front of Kang Woo-chan. That was all.
‘How many times has he had seizures in front of this guy? And now, after just one panic attack, he changes this much??’
Han-gyeom’s thoughts became a tangled mess.
Compared to full-blown seizures, panic attacks were practically nothing.
When a seizure hit, his internal organs would begin to melt in seconds, and he’d end up coughing blood again and again. If left untreated for even five minutes, he’d die. That’s how horrifying they were.
Compared to that, a panic attack—one that didn’t even physically damage him—felt like a hundred times the better option.
In short, it felt far too simple a trigger to cause such a major shift.
‘It’s too early to say he’s truly changed. This could just be a temporary whim… something that’ll fade the moment the incident passes.’
Even though facing Kang Woo-chan had been part of a carefully planned setup, it didn’t mean it hadn’t been dangerous. Maybe Seo Won was just experiencing a moment of concern—some fleeting burst of sympathy.
That, at least, would make sense.
“…Hey.”
After a long silence and a sigh, Han-gyeom finally spoke, letting his head fall gently against Seo Won’s shoulder.
“Could you stop acting so unlike yourself?”
“Are you talking about me?”
“Well, unless there’s someone else here I didn’t notice.”
Still catching his uneven breath, Han-gyeom closed his eyes.
“Just go back to how you usually are. Tease me, be rough, fuck me with that stiff dick of yours—whatever you want.”
He spoke while very much aware of Seo Won’s cock still pressing firmly against his ass. It was even bigger than before—so swollen it looked like it could rip through his pants at any moment. The pressure where it pressed against him hurt.
“And if you’re going to do it, don’t just half-ass it. Strip down and fuck me, properly. Focusing all that guiding on such a tiny area—it’s more exhausting than you think. And it’s not like putting all that effort into it makes the guiding any more effective.”
The only places Seo Won had touched were Han-gyeom’s small, sensitive nipples and his cock. Sure, with the arousal and the orgasm, it had been enough to generate a decently intense guiding session, but even then, the contact area was way too small. On top of that, Seo Won had deliberately worn leather gloves on the hand holding Han-gyeom’s bare body.
“At this level, it’s barely different from just making out for a while.”
As Han-gyeom spoke in a tone tinged with frustration, Seo Won quietly wiped his belly with a tissue. While dabbing away the semen that had splattered up to his chest, the tissue brushed over his nipple.
“Ugh!”
His overly sensitive nipple twitched from the soft graze of the tissue, sending a jolt through him. Seeing that, Seo Won leaned down and pressed his lips against it.
“Mmh…”
The warmth of his mouth, followed by the slick brush of skin, rubbed against Han-gyeom’s body. The soft, teasing sensation sparked a pleasant tingle that made him shiver faintly.
Seo Won then moved up to press a kiss to Han-gyeom’s flushed cheek.
“Then next time, how about kissing for an hour straight?”
“…Are you out of your mind?”
Han-gyeom rolled his eyes at the comment, unsure whether it was a joke or not. In response, Seo Won just smiled warmly.
He finished wiping all the fluids that had landed on Han-gyeom’s body and pulled him gently into an embrace.
“That’s enough for today.”
“…What?”
Seo Won untied Han-gyeom’s bound wrists and gave his back a gentle pat.
“You haven’t even slept properly today.”
And Seo Won was right—Han-gyeom hadn’t slept a wink. He’d spent the whole night wide awake in bed until midnight, then left with Jae-woo to confront Kang Woo-chan. After that was over, he returned and immediately had a conversation with Ah-young. Then he proposed the overseas plan to a now-sane Jae-woo, and by the time he made it back to this bedroom, the sun was already rising.
He was running on zero sleep, and the fatigue was real. Just from that one orgasm, his eyelids were already drooping.
“Just get some rest after the guiding. Let me go.”
Han-gyeom tried to push Seo Won away with his now-free hands, his eyes heavy with sleep. But Seo Won’s arms were too strong, and after some half-hearted struggling, Han-gyeom ended up flopping limply in his hold.
“I did what you wanted—I let you guide me. Just sleep.”
“You didn’t even let me do it properly. Do you even realize how much energy you used today?”
“I do. And I also know it wasn’t enough to be dangerous.”
“So what if it wasn’t dangerous? That guiding stream that had finally started to shrink—bet it’s spreading again already.”
Letting out a sigh, Han-gyeom leaned his face against Seo Won’s shoulder.
The Black Vein that had spread through Seo Won’s body was now almost half of what it had been when he first saw it. If they kept going like before—having sex almost every day, occasionally pushing it until morning—it seemed like they’d be able to wrap this up even faster than expected.
Maybe that’s why he felt so dissatisfied, like the day had been wasted. Ending it with such a teasing, half-hearted guiding session just didn’t sit right.
He had already exhausted himself today—using his clone and multiple abilities—so the Black Vein had likely spread significantly. Which meant there would be several more days of guiding required. He didn’t want to end it with such a barely-there session like this.
Maybe Seo Won had sensed that urgency in Han-gyeom’s mind.
He pulled Han-gyeom even closer, holding him tightly as if to soothe him, and slowly stroked his back.
“Just sleep for now. We’ll do it again after you wake up.”
“But now’s the best time to guide. If we wait, the efficiency—”
Seo Won gently ran his fingers through Han-gyeom’s hair, interrupting his words, and whispered softly against his ear.
“Shhh… It can wait. For now, just get some good sleep.”
His deep, velvety voice resonated low and smooth, tickling his ear in a strangely calming way.
Han-gyeom really did need sleep—he’d stayed up all night, and the come-down from the guiding left his limbs weak and his body heavy.
“You’re okay. Just close your eyes. Don’t think. Just rest.”
With all the tension drained from his body, Han-gyeom slowly let his eyes close, guided by the warmth of Seo Won’s voice.
Soon, the steady rhythm of Han-gyeom’s breathing filled the air.
“Good night, Cha Han-gyeom.”
Seo Won watched him sleep with gentle eyes, then leaned in to kiss the corner of his eye—just like a habit. The dampness clinging to Han-gyeom’s lashes brushed against his lips.
But when Seo Won finally lifted his head again—For some reason, his gaze had turned icy cold.
