Eyes wide like a doll’s, lips parted, Eun-jo took the cock deep into his throat. He couldn’t even moan properly—barely able to breathe. Jin Mu-seong gripped his hair with both hands and started thrusting, treating him like nothing more than a sex toy.
“Ugh, mmph, uu…!”
It felt like his throat might rip open. Every time Jin drove in, Eun-jo’s slender neck bulged with the force. Spit dribbled past his lips, coating Jin’s cock in a slick sheen.
The sight only turned Jin Mu-seong on more—his pace growing rougher, more savage. He wasn’t treating Eun-jo like a person anymore. Just a hole. He slammed in until his pubic hair brushed against Eun-jo’s upper lip, then pulled out in one harsh motion—only to drive back in again.
Drk, drk. The way his cock scraped down Eun-jo’s throat sent shudders of pleasure through him. The Guiding energy worked like a drug—cranking up his body heat, sending his arousal skyrocketing.
“Where the hell have you been, baby?”
Grinning with a flushed, feverish face, Jin Mu-seong slammed all the way in.
“I waited so fucking long…”
He pressed his hips down hard, muttering low.
“Thought my cock was gonna fall off.”
Letting out a lazy moan, he grabbed Eun-jo’s chin and forced it upward. Then, with a rough thrust, he rammed himself deep into his throat again.
His throat felt like the perfect fit—like it was made to be a cock sleeve. Wanting to bury himself even deeper, Jin Mu-seong clung tight, breathing hot against him.
“Hoo…”
Eun-jo’s face was crushed against Jin Mu-seong’s lower abdomen. His breath hitched. His throat ached, like it might tear apart. He forced back the tears, eyes wide open. If he hadn’t trained himself to control even that, Jin Mu-seong would’ve realized a long time ago that the time-stop wasn’t working.
Jin Mu-seong finally pulled out, slow and deliberate, flashing a filthy grin. Then he pried open Eun-jo’s lower lip with one hand and tugged out his tongue with the other.
“Pretty.”
Despite the blank look on his face, the way Eun-jo had his tongue sticking out like some dumb little pet was downright obscene. Jin Mu-seong tapped the thick, weapon-like length of his cock against it—tap, tap—before finally unleashing a heavy load.
“Ugh!”
Thick, hot cum poured onto Eun-jo’s tongue in bursts. Only after squeezing out every last drop did Jin Mu-seong pull back and put himself away.
Then, acting like nothing had happened, Jin Mu-seong straightened his clothes and gently pushed Eun-jo’s tongue back into his mouth. Thoughtful to the bitter end, he even closed Eun-jo’s lips for him.
Is this guy seriously out of his mind?
Eun-jo, having witnessed the whole thing unfold with chilling clarity, could only think that. If someone suddenly gained the ability to stop time, shouldn’t they be robbing banks or stealing government data or something? But no—this man used it to shove his cock in the mouth of someone just trying to eat at a restaurant.
Eun-jo couldn’t understand it. Not even a little. Before he could process it further, Jin Mu-seong leaned in close, his breath ghosting over Eun-jo’s ear.
“But you know, baby…”
That voice—low, amused, and way too casual—slid into his ear like it belonged there.
“When I use my time-stop… people’s eyes don’t turn red.”
Eun-jo’s pupils flicked to the side in panic.
And then, Jin kissed his cheek and whispered:
“Jin Mu-seong.”
“……”
“The guy who just came in your mouth.”
A quiet scoff slipped past Jin Mu-seong’s lips, and in the very next moment, time lurched forward again. The restaurant line inched forward, people resumed talking behind them, and the hum of life picked up as if nothing had happened.
Eun-jo shot to his feet, hands slapped over his mouth.
Fucking psycho. Fucking psycho!
There was no way in hell he could spit it out here. Not in front of everyone.
Panicked, he bolted toward the restroom—and Jin Mu-seong watched him go with a lazy, amused look.
Fucking bastard!
Clutching the toilet, Eun-jo gagged and swore between heaves. No matter how many times he rinsed, that thick, bitter taste still clung to his tongue.
“Did he rip my throat or what?”
That cock had been massive. His throat still burned, sore and raw from the brutal pounding. Cupping his neck, Eun-jo replayed the scene, seething.
“So he knew. That bastard knew the whole time.”
That piece of shit must’ve realized his power didn’t work on Eun-jo from the start. Or maybe—maybe he deliberately didn’t activate his own ability just to fuck with him.
The thought made Eun-jo feel sick. And all the while, he’d been fighting to keep quiet, thinking time had frozen.
Unbelievable.
The fact that Jin Mu-seong had just sat there and watched him play along like a fool— The rage that surged through him made his blood boil.
He slammed the toilet flush, breathing hard, scrubbing at his lips like he could scrape the memory off. If he were the kind of protagonist from a novel, like Jung Tae-seok, maybe he’d have some kind of backup plan. But he knew next to nothing about Jin Mu-seong—just that he wasn’t on Team A, but the leader of Team B.
A total side character. One of those background extras barely mentioned until the later chapters.
If he has time-stop, he’s gotta be S-Rank…
So why the hell had he hidden it until now? Why reveal it now of all times—what was the reason behind that?
Cough!
A sharp cough tore from his throat—and with it came the sharp, metallic taste of blood. Son of a bitch. The guy had pounded into him so hard, it actually tore something inside.
Fucking psycho.
Still cursing, Eun-jo wiped his lips with a tissue—right as someone shouted his name.
“Yeo Eun-jo!”
BANG!
The bathroom door slammed open and Jung Tae-seok stormed in. His eyes locked instantly onto the bloodied tissue in Eun-jo’s hand.
His face went rigid, lips parting as realization set in.
He snatched the tissue and looked toward Eun-jo’s mouth, disbelief etched across his face. This was the same man who stayed calm while beating down monsters the size of buildings. Now his hands were visibly trembling.
“What the hell…?”
Why is there blood? No—why are you coughing like that…?
His words came out fragmented, scrambled in panic. But the evidence was right there in his hand—undeniable.
Blood. The kind of blood you only see from someone who’s seriously, maybe fatally, injured.
His mind went completely blank. He’d seen blood before—his own limbs severed, blood spraying like a fountain—he was used to that. But this was different. Seeing Yeo Eun-jo spit blood made his heart drop straight to the floor like dead weight.
Jung Tae-seok held up the bloody tissue like an accusation, voice sharp.
“What the hell is this?”
“…It’s nothing.”
Like he was trying to erase the evidence, Eun-jo hurriedly tossed the tissue into the trash. Then he scrubbed at his lips with the back of his hand, not realizing how much more suspicious that made him look.
“My lip just split a little…”
The lie was flimsy, but Eun-jo forced a weak grin.
“Maybe we kissed too hard earlier.”
“……”
“Your fault, so you better buy me lip balm tomorrow.”
“…Hah.”
“Get the expensive kind. Fifty thousand won or more.”
Lip balm? Really?
Jung Tae-seok stared at Eun-jo’s trembling smile and clenched the edge of the sink with white-knuckled fists. With a loud crack, the marble split under his grip, a jagged fracture shooting through it instantly.
“Hey.”
His voice dropped, low and dangerous.
He wasn’t glaring at the sink. He was looking at Eun-jo—like he was the thing Tae-seok wanted to break.
“You split your lip and bled that much?”
“…It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?”
Crack. Crack! More lines spread across the sink, like it was about to shatter. Eun-jo’s eyes widened in alarm. He quickly reached out and grabbed Tae-seok’s hand.
“Let’s just go, okay? If it breaks, you could get hurt.”
“Yeo Eun-jo!”
The way he raised his voice—it wasn’t just anger. It was fear. Panic. Even while coughing up blood, Eun-jo was worried about him. Tae-seok tried to pull his hand away, but Eun-jo grabbed it again, tighter this time.
“Fine, call me whatever you want. Just… please, listen to me…”
His eyes flicked toward the fractured sink, clearly anxious, and finally managed to pull Tae-seok out of the bathroom.
It was almost laughable. Even if the sink shattered, it wouldn’t so much as bruise him.
Esper bodies were different. Even for a healing-type like Tae-seok, their physical resilience, their reflexes, even their senses were far beyond any normal human. He’d only found Eun-jo to begin with because he’d heard him retching from the other side of the hall.
It was like watching a hamster worry about a tiger.
Even after dragging him out, Eun-jo was still on edge, eyes darting around like he expected trouble at every turn. So Jung Tae-seok swept him up into his arms.
“Ah—!”
Without warning, he lifted Eun-jo bridal-style and started striding down the hallway. Eun-jo squirmed in surprise, twisting in his hold.
“Where are you taking me?!”
“The hospital.”
“I told you, I’m fine!”
He pounded on Tae-seok’s chest with both fists, but it was like hitting a wall—he didn’t budge. Across the dining hall, other Guides stared openly, eyes brimming with envy as they watched Eun-jo cradled in Tae-seok’s arms.
After a long, fruitless struggle, Eun-jo gave up and rested his head against Tae-seok’s broad chest. The corners of his mouth twitched.
This is kinda fun.
The only Guide who ever worried about him—gentle, caring—and now suddenly weak and sickly, too? What a ridiculous character setup. Totally unhinged.
Staring up at Tae-seok’s thick, masculine neck, Eun-jo licked his lips.
Forget a collar…
His gaze, laced with heat, slid down from his throat to his shoulder, then across that solid chest.
I need to tie him up in an X—across the chest, tight.
Jung Tae-seok wouldn’t be able to handle it. If even an S-Rank healing Esper like him couldn’t fix this illness…
Then it had to be terminal. No doubt about it.
