“Ahhh! Ah—!”
The lips, once wrapped around the head, didn’t stop—they bit down just beneath the tip and stabbed at the urethra with the tip of the tongue. There was no way a tongue could slip into such a tiny opening, but it was an exquisitely sensitive spot, and the reaction was explosive.
“Haa, aah…! Hah! Stop…!”
His back arched, neck thrown all the way back. Muscles in his thighs and buttocks tensed to their limits, and his chest, puffed out as though he’d taken a deep breath, exposed his now erect nipples.
The tongue swirled around the head, licking in slow circles, before the teeth closed in and devoured it all the way to the base. The jolt from the scrape of teeth made Han-gyeom’s hips twist, and the overwhelming thrill of the head plunging deep into the throat dragged a broken moan from his lips.
“Ugh, haaah… p-please… stop… haah~!”
Even as Han-gyeom begged, trembling and crying out, the stimulation to his member didn’t cease. His cock was sucked so fiercely it made wet, obscene sounds, and inside the mouth, it was ruthlessly ravaged. All the while, Seo Won stared up at him with possessive, ravenous eyes, burning every expression of ecstasy on Han-gyeom’s face into memory.
Seo Won’s hands played with Han-gyeom’s chest, relentlessly teasing. He pressed in with firm fingers, rubbing circles before pinching hard enough to hurt, then, just when the sensation peaked, his nails scraped or slapped the sensitive buds. The once pale nipples flushed deep red like raw flesh, abused into a feverish hue. As much as they’d been stimulated, Han-gyeom’s moans had taken on a lewd, breathy quality.
With stimulation coming from both above and below, Han-gyeom couldn’t keep a grip on reality. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking—or if he’d even been thinking at all—and he didn’t want to understand the situation. The only thing he could feel was the terrifying rush of overwhelming pleasure.
Seo Won, who had been fondling Han-gyeom’s chest, was just as swept up in the tide of ripened guiding and ecstasy that flowed through him from Han-gyeom. Especially when Han-gyeom’s cock was in his mouth—just the act of pleasuring him seemed to transmit the sensation back to his own body, a reflection of shared lust. Even the acceptance of the guiding came naturally.
Even without intention, Han-gyeom was giving Seo Won more than enough guiding.
It depended on the level of arousal, but most guides, once consumed by lust to the point of losing rationality, instinctively fulfilled their duties. Through the places where skin touched, they sought communion with their partner, pursued them, and sent warmth radiating into every corner of the Esper’s body.
Guiding was, in essence, the red energy of a Guide intimately communing with the black channels within an Esper, gently caressing every part of them.
Though the Guide knew this instinctively, they still buried themselves in the Esper’s embrace, seeking to share the sensory overload that made them lose all sense of reason.
Could any Esper truly refuse such an intoxicating bond?
It’s almost frightening.
From now on, he really shouldn’t summon his clone when receiving Han-gyeom’s guiding. The guiding being absorbed from both sides was so rich and overwhelming, it felt like his brain might melt.
And if it already felt like this—just imagine how sweet it would be to shove his fully engorged cock into him now.
Like a beast salivating in front of a delicious prey, he couldn’t hold back the hot, heavy breaths pouring from his lungs.
Seo Won, his neck flushed red, pressed his lips to Han-gyeom’s throat, where soft skin met searing heat. The warmth exchanged between their bodies pulsed through every point of contact.
He traced the long, slender neck with his lips, licking upward with his tongue until he reached the jaw and finally captured his lips. When he licked away the saliva that had trailed from Han-gyeom’s mouth during his moaning, a sweet, heated taste spread through his own.
Unable to hold back, he seized Han-gyeom’s face and turned it toward him. Even in his dazed state, Han-gyeom’s crimson eyes still shimmered, and Seo Won stared into them as though he were ready to devour them, crashing their lips together.
Han-gyeom’s panting breath spilled into Seo Won’s mouth, slipping down his throat like a tickling wisp of heat.
Seo Won plunged his tongue deep into Han-gyeom’s scorching mouth. His tongue, invading the small, trembling space, stirred and toyed with the soft flesh inside. Every time he flicked, rubbed, or wrapped around it, Han-gyeom’s moans and breaths twisted and overlapped.
He gently teased the roof of his mouth before thrusting his tongue hard toward the back of his throat. The sudden jolt of stimulation made Han-gyeom’s body flinch.
The sensation from the clone transmitted clearly—Han-gyeom’s cock was already so swollen, it could explode at any second.
The moment Seo Won’s tongue stabbed at Han-gyeom’s throat, his clone simultaneously deep-throated him with a powerful spurt.
“Mmgh! Nngh!”
Han-gyeom’s back jolted. Seo Won pinched his conveniently exposed nipples, all while plunging his tongue deeper. In perfect rhythm, the clone sucked Han-gyeom’s cock faster and harder.
“Haaah, nngh…! Ngh—!”
Han-gyeom’s unfocused eyes grew desperate. He twisted his hips as though trying to wriggle free from the bindings at his back. The climax coiled at the root of his cock was pulsing like a time bomb about to go off.
And in the end, despite his struggle to hold it back, Han-gyeom erupted inside the clone’s mouth, releasing a thick torrent.
“Uunngh~!”
His hips jerked, his ass lifting from the bed as he came, and the clone opened its throat wide to swallow every last drop. The sensation of the semen gulping down seemed to reverberate even to the nearby Seo Won.
While the clone swallowed Han-gyeom’s cum, the real body drank in his moans and saliva—both of them consumed by the ecstasy of a doubled guiding.
Spent to the point he couldn’t even twitch a finger, Han-gyeom lay sprawled in the center of the bed.
As always after a guiding, Seo Won had his back turned while he straightened his disheveled clothes.
“You seemed to enjoy that quite a bit.”
“…What?”
“You came a hell of a lot.”
Having finished dressing, Seo Won turned back to Han-gyeom, now perfectly composed.
“My clone’s blowjob must’ve really hit the spot.”
“You’re seriously…”
Han-gyeom’s tear-reddened eyes glared upward in frustration, lips twisted into a resentful expression. But soon after, his face crumpled with exhaustion, and he abruptly turned away. With his back to Seo Won, he curled his bare body tightly, not even bothering to pull the blanket over himself.
As he silently urged Seo Won to just leave already, he heard his irritated voice from behind.
“You’ll catch a cold sleeping like that. Wash up properly and get under the covers.”
“…I’ll take care of it myself.”
He barely had the strength to respond.
Seo Won grabbed Han-gyeom’s arm roughly and yanked him up.
“Agh!”
“Your body isn’t just yours. What if you get sick and can’t guide when you’re supposed to?”
Han-gyeom smacked Seo Won’s arm away with force, eyes burning with fury.
“Even if I’m in fucking agony, I’ll still guide. So don’t worry.”
Normally, the conversation would’ve ended there. But tonight, even Han-gyeom was in a foul enough mood that it felt like acid gnawed at his chest.
With a cold, unflinching stare, Han-gyeom looked up at Seo Won in open defiance.
“My imprinted one’s heart is in there. Of course I have to guide. Maybe not you, but I’ll do it for that heart.”
Seo Won’s brows twisted into a deep scowl.
Han-gyeom knew all too well—how much Seo Won resented him, and how he still came crawling for guiding because of that heart.
So he threw it back at him.
I hate you, but I guide you because of that damn heart.
Seo Won already knew, but Han-gyeom said it anyway—just to make sure it hurt. It was the only way left to protect the last shred of his pride.
Seo Won’s eyes narrowed to slits. This time, his hand gripped Han-gyeom’s hair, yanking his head back hard.
“Ghk—!”
His throat was bared, long and vulnerable, as Seo Won’s breath hovered just above it.
“If you know that much, then get your shit together. Next time you piss me off, I won’t stop at this.”
With venom laced in every word, he threw Han-gyeom back onto the bed. Han-gyeom collapsed with a thud, his shoulders trembling as he gasped for air.
Seo Won didn’t even glance back as he walked out of the room.
Down the hallway, Han-gyeom’s words echoed endlessly in Seo Won’s head.
“My imprinted one’s heart is in there. Of course I have to guide. Maybe not you, but I’ll do it for that heart.”
The words clung to him like a thorn.
He was right there, right in his arms, and yet he kept looking toward the dead.
He’s my Guide!
Like a child throwing a tantrum over a stolen toy, Seo Won clenched his jaw, furious that Cha Han-gyeom—undeniably his—remained so incomplete.
He knew this obsessive possessiveness and twisted attachment stemmed from the imprint buried in his heart.
He knew it was all fabricated emotion.
And yet, day by day, it was swelling, growing—morphing into something that felt unmistakably, terrifyingly real.
Seo Won pressed his fingertips against the lips that had just kissed Han-gyeom. It still felt like the warmth the man had left behind lingered there.
If I’m going to cling to him like this, then he needs to become just as desperate for me.
He needed something more than just guiding done in penance.
Something that would bind Cha Han-gyeom to him completely, until death—an unbreakable chain that would never loosen.
“Director Seo.”
As Seo Won walked down the hallway, a bodyguard approached him at a brisk pace.
“Director Shin has arrived.”
“At this hour?”
“Yes, sir. He’s waiting in the reception room.”
It was unusual for someone to visit so late. Seo Won lifted his wrist to check the time—half past ten.
For him to come at this hour, it must be urgent.
Suddenly, Han-gyeom’s medication came to mind.
Because if Director Shin had come looking for him, there could only be one reason.
