Gotta make it worth teasing.
Tears welled up in Yeo Eun-jo’s wide, trembling eyes. His lashes drooped as he looked up at the man with a pitiful expression. Then, gently, he placed his hand over the one that was caressing him below. The unexpected move made the man flinch.
“No…”
Eun-jo slowly shook his head, his voice trailing off in a murmur.
“Down there… ngh, I don’t like sucking cock…”
He muttered weakly, then closed his eyes. And right then—at the emotional peak—tears that had been gathering spilled down his cheeks.
“It’s just… ngh, too big.”
“Ah, fuck.”
The man growled low, then lightly flipped Eun-jo over. He pressed him flat against the mattress and pushed his cock between Eun-jo’s soft, rounded cheeks.
“Ahhk! Ah—ahhh!”
Thud, thud! The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The bed creaked as if it might break apart, shaking violently with each deep thrust. His cock plunged into Eun-jo, splitting through tender walls and pounding straight into every sensitive spot.
Eun-jo gasped and writhed, overwhelmed by sensation. Each thrust sent flashes across his vision, his lips falling open helplessly. Before long, drool trickled down his chin as his insides clenched tight around the relentless invasion.
“Hnngh!”
With a deep thrust and a sharp smack, the man buried himself completely and came. Hot seed flooded Eun-jo’s belly—and at that very moment, Eun-jo collapsed with a trembling gasp, his own cum spilling out helplessly.
The man exhaled heavily and slowly pulled back. As he slid out from the pink, flushed entrance, thick cum oozed out in a slow stream. Gazing down at the twitching hole, still fluttering as if begging for more, he muttered,
“Filthy little thing.”
Done.
Click. The man clicked his tongue, yanked a few tissues from the box, and wiped himself off with a few rough swipes. Then he stepped away from the bed and pulled on the pants and shirt scattered on the floor. Both were made of matching navy fabric—probably some kind of uniform.
Now perfectly dressed and put together, he turned back to face Eun-jo, who was still lying in bed, quietly watching him.
“What?”
“……”
“Tissue?”
Misreading the vacant look in Eun-jo’s eyes, the man tossed the box of tissues at him. It rolled across the bed and landed beside Eun-jo’s face. But even then, Eun-jo didn’t break eye contact. The man scowled in irritation.
“What, you want me to heal you or something?”
“……”
“You think a little guiding magic is gonna fix that loose hole of yours?”
“……”
What the fuck is wrong with this asshole’s mouth?
Eun-jo had no idea what was going on, how he got here, or what any of this meant—but one thing was crystal clear: the guy in front of him was a complete piece of shit. Still staring him down, Eun-jo finally opened his mouth.
“Feel better now that you’ve said all that?”
He parted his legs slightly, and the cum that had been pooling inside spilled out. The man’s gaze dropped, sticking to the creamy mess slowly running down Eun-jo’s thighs.
Deliberately, Eun-jo shifted, letting the blanket fall away. He made sure to expose the marks—the handprints, the bite marks—trailing across his neck, shoulders, and thighs. Tilting his head, he bit his lip gently, doing his best to look small and pitiful. Sure enough, the man’s expression changed.
“You were pulling this shit earlier too…”
“……”
“What, are you actually in pain?”
The sudden shift in Eun-jo’s demeanor made the man hesitate. He reached out, but the moment he did, Eun-jo flinched and curled away from his touch.
“…Tch.”
It was obvious—he was scared. The man let out a short, bitter laugh. But there was nothing amused about the twisted look on his face.
“I asked you a question. Hyung.”
His voice dropped—deep, cold, and far more dangerous than before. But even then, Eun-jo didn’t lift his head. That was when the man grabbed him by the ankle and yanked—hard, like he might snap the bone.
Eun-jo was dragged straight to the edge of the bed, pulled right up to the man’s feet.
“When I ask something, don’t fucking ignore me.”
He forced Eun-jo’s legs apart, revealing everything between them—still slick and raw from where he’d just been inside.
“When I say spread, you spread. Got it?”
“Nnngh…”
“How else am I supposed to see if you’re actually hurt, hyung?”
Swallowing down the urge to just shove himself back in, the man leaned in and inspected him. Other than the swollen, red entrance stretched from taking something so big, there were no visible injuries.
Like examining a product, he ran his eyes carefully over Eun-jo’s thighs, his ass, and all the way up to his belly. Only when he was satisfied did he finally let go.
The moment his grip loosened, Eun-jo shivered and disappeared beneath the blanket.
The man glared down at the lump under the covers. Only a pair of pretty, delicate feet poked out—just enough to look like they were mocking him.
“There’s training tomorrow. Don’t skip it.”
With that, the man turned on his heel. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang, a perfect punctuation to his irritation.
Only after the sound faded did Eun-jo lift his head from beneath the blanket. The pitiful expression from earlier had completely vanished.
“…What the fuck kind of bullshit situation is this?”
The echo of that final explosion still rang in his ears. Groaning, Eun-jo tried to piece together the chaos in his head.
“I’m sure… I saved Seung-hwan hyung. I heard the blast…”
And then, the memories began to trickle back. The scenery flying by outside the window. The acrid stench of smoke. The pain—like his entire body had been crushed.
Eun-jo ran his hands over himself carefully. Even if the car didn’t explode and they somehow escaped, his body shouldn’t be this intact. At the very least, he should’ve had a few broken ribs, maybe a shattered leg or two.
But aside from the traces that man had left on him, he was… perfectly fine.
Eun-jo’s eyes scanned the room. It looked more like an office than a bedroom. On one side was a desk, cabinet, and computer; on the other, just the bed he’d woken up in. The place was completely unfamiliar.
No way this is a hospital.
No patient needing complete bed rest would be placed in a room with a computer setup.
A place I’ve never seen… and my body’s totally fine?
Eun-jo’s mind was racing. Sex with a stranger. A room he didn’t recognize.
“…Don’t tell me I’ve been possessed into some novel or something?”
He let out a dry laugh, but as the seconds ticked by, the smile quickly vanished from his face.
“…Wait. Seriously?”
He thought back to the BL webnovels he always read. Lately, the popular trope was “RePossRe”—short for regression, possession, and reincarnation. In the possession variant, the main character usually died in the real world and woke up in the body of someone from a novel, drama, or game.
Recently, the trend had gone further—people were getting possessed not just into side characters, but into extras, NPCs, even the dildos used by the submissive bottom. Face going pale, Eun-jo scrambled off the bed.
“Shit—ah.”
As he stood, a warm, sticky trickle of cum slid down his inner thigh.
“Fucking hell.”
He grabbed some tissues from the box that asshole had thrown and quickly wiped himself down. There was still more inside—he could feel it—but he wasn’t about to go fishing around in there. Resigned, he hobbled awkwardly over to the desk.
A white nameplate sat on top.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Eun-jo let out a hollow laugh and picked it up.
He ran his fingertips across the engraved letters.
B-Rank Guide, Yeo Eun-jo.
Yeo Eun-jo… a name he remembered from the last novel he’d read, The Guide of Pleasure. The guy wasn’t even a real side character—just a disposable footnote. A B-Rank Guide who died while trying to guide Team A, the country’s top Esper unit.
The only reason Eun-jo even remembered him was because they shared the same name.
In the story, Yeo Eun-jo’s energy quickly ran out from overexertion and he died. His death served as the reason the Center stopped assigning B-Rank Guides to S-Rank teams. Instead, they deployed an A-Rank Guide—who just so happened to be the story’s main bottom, Park Hee-won.
And, of course, in classic 19+ BL fashion, Park Hee-won ended up getting absolutely railed by Team A. Day and night, hole filled to overflowing, barely leaving the bed.
“…Yup. I’ve been possessed.”
Eun-jo let out a long sigh and sank into the chair. There was no time to sit around in shock. In a possession scenario, the first step was always the same:
Make. A. Plan.
“I am not dying again.”
Once was more than enough.
“Last time, at least I managed to save Seung-hwan hyung before I went. But seriously—what am I, some kind of saint? Why should I die just so someone else can drain me dry?”
And it wasn’t like any of it even benefited him. Thinking of Park Hee-won’s endless moaning and debauched sex scenes, Eun-jo grabbed a pen and paper. In every possession story, the protagonist started with a detailed plan—and he was going to do the same. He began jotting things down.
“First off, I can’t survive as a B-Rank.”
Yeo Eun-jo had died because he was a B-Rank Guide forced to handle a team made up entirely of S-Rank Espers. Worse yet, that team didn’t have a shred of self-control—just beasts in human skin.
“I need to be at least A-Rank… no, higher.”
He tapped the desk with his pen, then suddenly paused. A tiny breath slipped from his lips.
“…Wait. There was a way.”
In this world, a Guide’s rank was supposed to be fixed at birth. But near the end of the novel, Park Hee-won—a naturally born A-Rank—awakened as an S-Rank Guide.
Why? Because he fulfilled a certain condition.
Receiving Imprints from four S-Rank Espers.
Four Imprints? That’s nothing.
Park Hee-won had gone through hell to earn them. But Eun-jo? He had all the spoilers. He knew exactly what turned each of them on. And above all—he was Yeo Eun-jo, a lifelong actor. If anyone could play the role, it was him.
He circled the word IMPRINT over and over again.
I need all four within six months. I don’t know exactly when Yeo Eun-jo dies.
There weren’t many S-Rank Espers in the country, but lucky for him, there were four of them on his current team. He carefully wrote down their names, just as he remembered from the novel.
The moment he finished writing the last one—Jung Tae-seok—another stream of cum leaked from inside him.
“Son of a bitch.”
Eun-jo cursed under his breath as he got up to grab more tissues.
“That bastard’s first on my list.”
Leaving without so much as a word, without even cleaning up… What kind of jerk just puts his clothes back on and walks out?
Eun-jo clenched his fists. Yeah. He was getting payback.
