“I can still take it. Just bring the equipment.”
Jung Tae-seok’s eyes drifted back to Eun-jo, who stood frozen in place.
“You get out.”
“You’re the one in danger right now.”
“And who the fuck do you think is actually in danger here…?”
Eun-jo snapped back, his tone sharper than usual. It wasn’t like him. Jung Tae-seok muttered a curse under his breath. He wanted to kiss him—crush their mouths together and lose himself—but if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to stop until Yeo Eun-jo was completely broken.
“Even if my vitals spike, it doesn’t matter. I can just use my ability. Doesn’t matter if I get crushed.”
The Center treated healing-type Espers like disposable tools. Sure, they were powerful healers—but their real value lay in their absurd regeneration. Broken bones, ruptured organs—it didn’t matter. They could recover from anything. That’s how it had been since the day he awakened at twenty, and nothing had changed since.
“Please, help me. Save m—Aaaagh!”
Pain like nothing he’d ever felt before. His power surged out of control, and it felt like his whole body would burst apart. During the ride to the Center, the researcher stared down at him with a blank, unfeeling gaze.
Clinging to the man’s leg like a lifeline, he begged.
“Researcher-nim, I think I’m going to die…”
“You won’t die.”
“I can’t feel anything below my leg. Right now, I—”
The researcher finally glanced down. After a quick check, he replied calmly.
“Yeah, your right leg’s blown out. But it’s not fatal yet.”
For the first time during the entire ride, the researcher smiled casually.
“With your ability, should take about five minutes to heal, give or take?”
Tae-seok, pale as death, finally let go. Later, he’d learn that most newly awakened Espers received guiding as soon as they were in the transport—everyone except healers.
People with more than one life. That’s how the Center saw healing Espers.
In his two years working as an Esper, the first thing Jung Tae-seok learned was how to give up. Eventually, even he stopped treating his body like it mattered.
No one else gave a damn anyway.
But Eun-jo… Eun-jo looked at him like he was the one hurting. Like he’d taken the pain himself. His expression twisted with sorrow as he silently stared.
“Why do you look like this is the first time you’re hearing it?”
Tae-seok panted as he spoke.
“You knew, didn’t you? That’s why you never came to the training center.”
“I didn’t know it hurt this much…”
Eun-jo’s big eyes welled up, ready to spill over.
“I didn’t… I didn’t know it was this hard for you…”
He walked over slowly, while Tae-seok gritted his teeth and endured. His trembling gaze revealed something Tae-seok never expected—pity.
Pity?
From Yeo Eun-jo?
The Guide who’d crumble if you so much as nudged him—he was pitying him?
Tae-seok’s chest twisted. It was a feeling he hadn’t known since awakening.
Before he realized it, Eun-jo was right in front of him, arms thrown around him in a tight embrace. Their chests pressed together—and the Guiding began.
“Let’s do it. Okay?”
Cradled in his arms, Eun-jo tilted his head up and whispered.
“I’m sorry, Tae-seok.”
“……”
“I didn’t know you were hurting like this. Hic… I didn’t know…”
With each blink, tears spilled freely down Eun-jo’s cheeks. And as if trying to soothe him, he gently patted Tae-seok’s back.
At that moment, Jung Tae-seok’s eyes rolled back. One large hand clutched Eun-jo’s head, the other cradling his cheek, as he shoved his tongue between Eun-jo’s lips. He forced it deep, aggressively licking every corner inside.
“Mmm, ahh…”
A slick, lewd sound slipped out. The more he tasted Eun-jo’s lips, the more parched his throat felt, his insides drying up with heat. Whether it was shame or something more primal, he couldn’t tell. As if trying to quench an unbearable thirst, Jung Tae-seok pushed his tongue in even deeper, gripping Eun-jo’s cheek tighter.
His tongue slid deep into Eun-jo’s throat, moving with obscene rhythm—like a sexual act in itself. He thrust again and again, drawing out gasps until Eun-jo was breathless, only to pull back slightly, then do it all over again. He repeated it several times, relishing how Eun-jo, despite his struggles to breathe, didn’t push him away.
“Hngh… ahh…”
“Just sticking my tongue in, and you’re already about to cum.”
Jung Tae-seok muttered under his breath as he stared at Eun-jo’s drenched, flushed face. The waves of pleasure pulsing through him were already starting to ebb, just from a few thrusts of his tongue.
It was enough to knock him out for hours—machine and all. Just as he was about to let go of Eun-jo’s cheek, Eun-jo wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and clung even closer.
“You’re… it’s hard for you, isn’t it?”
A kiss alone wasn’t enough. Dragging out his words, Eun-jo looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. A single tear slid slowly down his cheek, tracing along his jawline. Jung Tae-seok stared, entranced by his seductive expression.
“I’m okay, so… even here, ahh…”
“So, you want to do it here?”
Eun-jo glanced shyly to the side, his face red. Though clearly embarrassed, he nodded slowly, giving his silent consent if Jung Tae-seok was willing.
“Yeah…”
Shit. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Jung Tae-seok reached behind his waistband and pulled out a training pistol. One by one, he shattered the nearby surveillance cameras. The sudden gunshots sparked a commotion in the office above—but none of it reached him. Tossing the pistol aside, he grabbed Eun-jo and turned him around.
“If you want it that badly, I’ll give it to you.”
“Why… why do you talk like that, ahh…”
“You’re the one who said it. You want me to fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t it… hurt if I fucked you?”
Hearing Eun-jo clumsily parrot his words nearly broke him. Damn it. Jung Tae-seok cursed under his breath instead of replying. Eun-jo turned back toward him and whispered.
“Then… it’s okay to do it…”
Did he even realize what he was saying? Jung Tae-seok grit his teeth, staring at that innocent face. Not the researchers, not his teammates, not even Team A’s leader had ever worried about him like Yeo Eun-jo did.
It stirred something strange in him. For the first time, someone’s concern made his head burn.
Pressing Eun-jo against the wall, he slid a hand down his slender waist.
“Bend over and raise your ass.”
His deep voice grazed Eun-jo’s ear, sending a jolt through his whole body. He trembled, the anticipation heightened by yesterday’s lingering memory of pleasure.
Following the command, Eun-jo braced both arms against the wall. As he bent over and lifted his hips, Jung Tae-seok swiftly pulled down his pants and underwear. The round, firm cheeks and the pink, twitching hole nestled between them made his heart race.
“Ah, fuck…”
Cold air brushed his skin. Eun-jo shivered, trembling with both chill and anticipation. He knew they were indoors, inside a training room, but it felt so real—like they were out in the open.
Second time, and already outdoor play. Hiding his rising excitement, Eun-jo glanced back at Jung Tae-seok. Time to set the mood for the final act.
“Be gentle with me…”
Those soft words shattered Jung Tae-seok’s last shred of restraint. He drove his index and middle fingers into the tight hole without warning.
“Ahh!”
“Tightened up already. Damn…”
Even after how hard he’d been pounded the night before, his hole had shrunk back like it had never been stretched—like it had never known a man.
Forcing his way through the clenching entrance, Jung Tae-seok shoved in his thick fingers. Eun-jo let out a sharp cry.
“Hhiik! A-Ah, it hurts! It hurts!”
“Hurts, huh? Give it a second—you’ll be choking down something even thicker in no time.”
He curled his fingers into a hook and gave them a firm twist. The tight inner walls, clenched shut just moments ago, now gripped at him almost playfully, clinging to his touch. But he didn’t go easy. He pressed hard against the sensitive spot just inside the rim, and Eun-jo’s cries changed pitch.
“Nngh, uh—ah! Aahhng!”
Slick warmth began to leak from deep within. Yeo Eun-jo’s ass acted shy, almost like it had some modesty, but the moment the right spot was touched, it gushed a mess of lewd, sticky slickness. It was a hole made for cock—eager, needy, obscene.
Squish, squelch! Every thrust dragged swollen, twitching flesh outward. Jung Tae-seok drove his fingers in until his palm was flush against him, then reached around with his other hand to stroke Eun-jo’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re filthy. Seriously.”
He stroked all the way from the fat base to the flushed, swollen tip, coaxing another moan from Eun-jo as his hips jerked helplessly. He teased the slit with his fingertip, drawing all of Eun-jo’s attention, then stuffed even more fingers into his twitching hole.
“Haah—nngh! Ah! Aahhh!”
“You’re this sensitive just from fingers? How the hell are you gonna take a cock?”
“I-I don’t… I don’t know…! Hnnn…!”
Before they even realized, three fingers were moving in and out of him with ease. The inside had gone soft and slick, melting open in need. Feeling that, Tae-seok suddenly yanked his fingers out.
“Ahh!”
All three popped free at once, and Eun-jo let out a broken cry. The memory of the previous night’s ecstasy hit him hard, making his toes curl.
