Cha Han-gyeom’s insides clenched tightly around the cock buried deep within him, pulsing angrily as if it had a will of its own. It was already big, but for some reason, it kept twitching and swelling, growing even larger inside him. Han-gyeom gasped, unable to even let out a moan properly.
His hole, stretched to its very limits, kept clinging tightly to Seo Won’s cock—pulling it out only to have it slam back in again. No matter how fast Seo Won thrust, Han-gyeom’s soft inner walls clung desperately, sticking to him as if to say don’t go. Almost as though they were begging—harder, deeper.
Just like Black Vein, how it cried out for more when it accepted Han-gyeom’s guiding—desperate, insatiable.
“Cha Han-gyeom… Cha Han-gyeom…”
Seo Won, completely out of it, kept chanting Han-gyeom’s name like a prayer as he mercilessly pounded into him.
Even without guiding, the ecstasy was overwhelming. In fact, the sheer gratification of this moment—of being fully immersed in Han-gyeom’s body and nothing else—felt incomparable, something that couldn’t be replicated with guiding.
The fact that he could be connected to Han-gyeom like this, without the chain of guiding binding them, made Seo Won’s chest tingle with joy. That Han-gyeom would open his legs and receive him like this—willingly, without needing any kind of influence—drove him into a maddening euphoria.
His heart pounded like it was about to explode.
Whether this heartbeat belonged to his former Imprinter or to himself—none of that mattered anymore.
All that mattered was that it beat for Cha Han-gyeom.
Seo Won held Han-gyeom tightly in his arms and thrust into him like a man possessed, as if desperate to bury himself deeper, to be fully consumed by him.
Han-gyeom’s entire body burned with the heat of Seo Won’s relentless cock as it drove into him, threatening to split him apart. The raw friction—so fast and so rough—tickled unbearably deep inside, not just in his body but in his very mind, melting everything down to a haze.
So… hot…
Everywhere Seo Won touched radiated searing heat. His voice—chanting Han-gyeom’s name like he was under a spell—his breath, every little thing felt scorching.
Tears welled up in Han-gyeom’s eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. The cabin ceiling of the cruise ship was clearly different in structure, but to his blurry gaze, it looked just like the blindingly white ceiling of the research facility.
That thought made his body tremble more violently. Something inside him creaked like it was about to snap in a seizure.
He reached out, overwhelmed by the fear that began to rise through the heat. He wrapped his arms around Seo Won, pulling him close.
It’s okay… It’s okay…
Whispering to himself, he clung tightly to Seo Won’s body. Even as they moved as one with every thrust, Han-gyeom’s dim eyes were locked on that same vacant, merciless whiteness.
I won’t be trampled like that again… not this time…!
Han-gyeom swallowed down the vow he’d made to endure, then pressed his lips to Seo Won’s neck. As he buried his mouth against the searing skin, a ragged moan tore from him, and he sucked hard enough to leave a mark. That was all it took—Seo Won’s grip around him tightened even more, as if trying to crush him, and yet it still held a devastating gentleness.
“Cha Han-gyeom…”
His fevered voice trembled, as if teetering on the edge.
“Han-gyeom-ah…”
At some point, that call had softened into something tender, and the change made Han-gyeom’s body jolt. His lips parted, halting a moan mid-breath.
As if about to call out someone else’s name.
He quickly shut his mouth tight. To stop anything else from slipping out, he bit down again on the mark he’d left on Seo Won’s neck. But even that wasn’t enough—he pleaded, voice cracking with desperation.
“More… ngh… harder… ah—!”
As if in answer to Han-gyeom’s begging, Seo Won’s cock, already nearing climax, began to move more violently. Its thrusts grew frenzied, intense enough to seem like he could come at any moment.
“Ah, haahk! Haa…!”
“Han-gyeom-ah… fuck, Cha Han-gyeom…!”
Seo Won’s affection and brutality blurred together in a violent thrusting rhythm that shattered Han-gyeom’s mind. He was being pounded so mercilessly he couldn’t think straight, his lower half drowning in the endless, lewd squelching sounds.
The climax hit without warning.
As their stomachs ground together, pressure crushed against Han-gyeom’s prostate, flooding him with pleasure that made his cock erupt in thick spurts.
“Aaah—! Ah…!”
His vision blacked out, then exploded into flashing bursts of light. In his head, it felt like tiny bombs kept going off in rapid succession. Waves of pleasure, so intense they were almost frightening, rolled through his entire body, kneading and melting his brain into mush.
As Han-gyeom came, his inner walls clenched uncontrollably, squeezing so tightly it felt like he might cut Seo Won’s cock off. The spasms inside him transmitted that overwhelming pleasure directly to Seo Won.
“Kgh…!”
Gritting his teeth, Seo Won moaned harshly as he, too, reached his peak. He buried himself as deep as possible into Han-gyeom’s trembling body and released. Hot, viscous semen spilled inside, flooding the space between his cock and Han-gyeom’s tightly gripping walls with a white-hot thickness.
A brutal wave of pleasure that started from his cock consumed Seo Won whole. His pale blue eyes shook wildly, clouded in hazy heat.
He couldn’t think. Everything in his mind shut down, as if time itself had stopped. His brain wasn’t a mess—it was simply blank.
A bone-deep satisfaction, a peak of pleasure he had never known before.
Seo Won had no idea how he was supposed to suppress this ecstasy that now ruled every part of him.
He pulled Han-gyeom even tighter into his embrace. In response, the fragile arms wrapped around his back added their own strength, clutching him just as fiercely.
Their heartbeats overlapped in erratic rhythm, drumming out of sync in a way that felt oddly perfect.
A satisfied smile spread across Seo Won’s face. As if savoring the moment, he closed his eyes softly and pressed his lips again and again to Han-gyeom’s soft black hair and the small crown of his head.
Han-gyeom, now no longer trembling, gazed up at the pristine white ceiling.
Feeling those different heartbeats through their joined chests, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
***
“Fuck!”
The man spat out a vicious curse and began furiously hurling whatever junk he could get his hands on, as if taking his rage out on the room. A rickety old wooden chair floated up into the air—no one had touched it—before slamming violently to the ground. A crucifix-shaped stone statue, which must have been lifted at some point as well, flew across the room and shattered into pieces.
“Yeah, go ahead. Break it all, break everything.”
A woman sitting in a wheelchair at the entrance of the cathedral clucked her tongue, arms crossed.
Normally composed, the man’s biggest flaw was how hot-headed he became whenever something didn’t go his way. And once again, he was throwing a tantrum.
She sighed at the man, then glanced down at herself.
I am getting better… but who knows when I’ll fully recover.
Their plan to abduct Han-gyeom aboard the cruise ship had ended in complete failure. While the unexpected appearance of Seo Won had definitely thrown a wrench into things, it wasn’t just that—their downfall had come at the hands of “Unregistered Guide Cha Han-gyeom.” He had utterly dismantled them.
What kind of Guide does that…?
She shivered at the memory. Her body, still not fully recovered, continued to throb and tingle.
Han-gyeom’s abilities had been nothing short of astonishing.
Not only had he ripped open ESP pathways like paper, but he had also slammed down barriers with terrifying force. She never could’ve imagined a Guide’s power being used like that. Depending on the method, his abilities could be wielded as weapons against Espers—an idea that was both frightening and incredible.
She recalled something Han-gyeom had said, and her shoulders involuntarily twitched.
“Undo this. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you can’t move for days.”
If she hadn’t undone it, would he really have paralyzed her for days?
Just imagining enduring this agonizing, tingly discomfort for that long was unbearable. Thankfully, the numbness had been fading with time, and even the young man who had taken the brunt of Han-gyeom’s power was now at least able to crawl—so it probably wouldn’t last much longer.
As she shuddered again, someone approached from her side.
“Looks like it didn’t go well?”
She flinched and looked up cautiously. Seeing Kang Woo-chan beside her, she replied with an awkward, slightly embarrassed tone.
“Well… his abilities were a lot more unusual than I expected.”
“I told you he might have some special traits. I said not to let your guard down.”
As always, Woo-chan wore a soft smile. But his eyes were utterly cold.
Facing him, she raised her voice a bit in defense.
“I knew that, but he’s a Guide! Of course I assumed his powers would be more focused on supporting Espers—”
“Ji-hye.”
Woo-chan called her name, his gaze cutting sharply downward.
She froze instantly and instinctively hunched her shoulders. For a moment, she felt like his gaze alone had wrapped around her throat.
“A Guide isn’t born to care for pitiful Espers.”
Woo-chan’s frigid words pierced the woman like a blade.
“They exist to leash the strays—to put collars on wild dogs like them.”
The woman swallowed dryly as she looked up at Kang Woo-chan, who stood above her, looking down on her—an Esper just like herself—with blatant condescension.
His words were so cold they carried a palpable killing intent, and yet, Woo-chan’s eyes curved gently as he offered her a soft smile. Only then did the oppressive air around them suddenly lighten.
“I’d like to hear a detailed report—are you okay to talk now?”
“Ah… yeah…”
Reassured by his kind tone, the woman cautiously began to speak.
As she recounted everything that had happened aboard the cruise, Kang Woo-chan’s gaze took on a strange glint.
