“Doesn’t seem like there are many Guides out there who’d be into your twisted tastes.”
“……”
“I’ll Guide you. But you’ll owe me when I need something.”
“When you need something?”
“Yeah. Like earlier.”
He was talking about the footage he’d taken the liberty to edit himself. Jin Mu-seong let out a low hum, sounding lazy and amused. The terms weren’t bad, but this clever little hamster was still way too suspicious.
After mulling it over, he asked,
“You’re not planning to Guide me just once a month or some crap like that, are you?”
After a beat, Eun-jo mumbled,
“……Every two weeks.”
Tch. Jin Mu-seong almost laughed. Close one—he’d nearly fallen for it.
“Nope. Four times a week.”
“What, trying to kill me or something?”
“Then twice.”
“Once.”
“Twice. Final offer.”
Eun-jo stared at him like he was about to curse him out, but then reluctantly caved.
“Fine. Twice. But I want a card too.”
“A card? What kind of card?”
“What, you think I’m asking for a Mother’s Day card?”
With a look that screamed “Seriously?” Eun-jo thumped him in the chest with his fist.
“As you probably know, I got cleaned out by embezzlement. I’m broke as hell.”
Gotta get a few straws in while I can. He kept punching at Jin Mu-seong’s solid chest like he was venting his rage, which only made the man laugh harder.
He wasn’t just looking to use Mu-seong as a safety net—he wanted to milk him dry, too. It was totally absurd, but somehow the idea didn’t sound half bad. Jin Mu-seong found himself liking this feisty little Guide. Way more than he expected to.
“Fine. We’ll do it your way.”
He pulled a card out of his pants pocket and tossed it onto the table. It landed with a light slap—gold, shiny, and definitely not for Mother’s Day. Eun-jo’s head jerked toward it instinctively.
“You probably didn’t realize it, but…”
Before he could finish, Eun-jo’s body twisted—suddenly flipped. In the blink of an eye, their positions had completely reversed.
Staring up at him wide-eyed, Eun-jo found himself pinned beneath Mu-seong, who was now grinning darkly above him.
“You’re the one getting the short end of the deal here, sweetheart.”
You seriously walked in here without even knowing what I’m into?
Those thick arms locked around him tight. With Eun-jo’s head resting against his rock-solid chest, Mu-seong carried him to the bed without breaking stride.
As soon as they hit the mattress, he hovered over him, eyes dark and hungry. Cupping Eun-jo’s cheeks in both hands, he kissed him—tongue diving deep between parted lips.
It was a messy, desperate kiss.
“Mmmph, nn…”
His tongue claimed every inch of Eun-jo’s mouth while one hand slid down, pulling at his clothes. As soon as his fingers touched bare skin, Mu-seong let out a low breath, eyes lighting up.
“Hah…”
Softer than he’d imagined. He bit Eun-jo’s lower lip lightly, then let it go, mouth trailing down past his chest, his stomach, and even lower—straight for the most sensitive spot.
Lifting both ankles with ease, he exposed him completely in a flash. Eun-jo let out a flustered gasp, grabbing his hair.
“Ah, wait—! Ngh…”
He didn’t even get a chance to refuse properly. Mu-seong’s mouth was already there, lips pressing between the soft curves of his ass. The hot breath brushing his twitching hole sent shivers racing through his whole body.
Getting sucked off from the front had nearly fried his brain—what the hell was it going to feel like back there?
His heart thumped so hard it hurt. Still, Eun-jo shook his head weakly, trying to resist.
“No… no, ngh, that’s so—so dirty…”
“Dirty, my ass.”
He grabbed both cheeks with brute force and spread them wide, eyes gleaming with hunger. Smooth and bare, flushed a delicate pink—Eun-jo’s back entrance was just as perfect as his face. When the tip of Mu-seong’s tongue flicked against the puckered rim, Eun-jo gasped sharply.
“Looks like it was made to take cock.”
His hot tongue pushed in without warning. Like he was kissing him down there, Mu-seong’s tongue stirred inside the narrow channel, swirling greedily. It was almost like he was carving out space with each thrust—slicking the tight walls with spit while his tongue pressed firmly into every fold.
“Ngh, ah—no, wait, nngh…! Haaah!”
It wasn’t anything like when fingers had been inside. Every time that wet tongue burrowed deeper into his soft inner walls, Eun-jo’s toes curled, and his lower belly clenched tight. Wet, lewd sounds echoed through the room, and the tongue only moved faster, more insistently.
“Aah! Ahh, aah…!”
Mu-seong kept thrusting his tongue in and out, like he was fucking him with it. Every rush of pleasure had Eun-jo groaning, moaning, clawing at his hair, too overwhelmed to think straight.
“D-Don’t… don’t suck it…! Ah, ahhn…!”
“I’m not the one sucking.”
With his tongue dripping, Mu-seong pulled back and whispered low against his slick hole.
“It’s your ass doing all the sucking, sweetheart.”
He hadn’t even put his cock in yet—and Eun-jo was already losing it. Mu-seong actually looked troubled for a moment as he pulled back, a long, sticky strand of saliva stretching between his lips and Eun-jo’s thighs.
“Now it’s your turn to suck me.”
He pulled his cock free, hard and heavy—like it had been ready to go since the second he stuffed it in Eun-jo’s mouth under the excuse of “medicine.”
The moment something thick brushed against him, Eun-jo glanced down—and froze.
What the hell.
The thing in Mu-seong’s hand was massive. It barely even looked like a cock—more like a damn weapon. Eun-jo swallowed a scream.
It was thick like a training bat, long enough to make his stomach twist in panic, and worst of all—the shape. The head curved unnaturally upward, built to grind against every sensitive spot inside without even trying.
You’ve got to be kidding me…!
Even as panic set in, something deep inside thrilled at the sight. Eun-jo widened his eyes and shook his head violently.
“T-That thing’s never going to fit! Nghhh…!”
“What, you think we stop after a little tongue action? You’ve got a hole—now let’s fuck it.”
“No! Nngh, it’s gonna tear me apart…!”
“Don’t worry.”
He lifted Eun-jo’s smooth legs up over his shoulders and aligned himself without hesitation.
“You’ll be sucking me in soon enough.”
Holding him in place by the waist, Mu-seong pressed the swollen head to the twitching entrance—and pushed.
The thick cockhead stretched him brutally wide as it slid in.
It felt like he was being ripped apart. Eun-jo couldn’t even cry out properly—his breath caught in his throat as his whole body trembled from the pain.
Mu-seong ran his hands gently along trembling thighs and gave a calm order.
“Relax. I can’t stuff it all in if you’re clenching like that.”
“Nnngh… ah… ngh…”
The monstrous shaft inched in deeper, spreading him open with each slow, grinding thrust. Every time it shoved through more resistance, Eun-jo gasped, mouth falling open in pain.
It felt like his entire body was being split in two. Like that thick cock would punch straight through him and tear out of his throat. His stomach twisted and he gagged involuntarily. Tears slipped freely down his face.
Mu-seong clicked his tongue in mild irritation.
“Guess I’ll just shove it all in at once.”
Before Eun-jo could even respond, a huge hand came down hard on his lower belly.
“Hnghh—!”
The pressure made him flinch—and that’s when Mu-seong drove in with a single, brutal thrust. His hips slammed flush against Eun-jo’s ass, and he let out a low, drawn-out groan.
Despite all his time as a Guide, Eun-jo’s body clenched tight like it had never taken a man before. Mu-seong groaned, savoring the way the tight heat gripped him, and began to move—slow, steady, deep.
“Nnngh—ah! Ahhh, ahh…!”
Every time that massive cockhead pounded against places even Jung Tae-seok hadn’t reached, fear surged in Eun-jo’s chest. It felt like his hole would rip open and never close again. He wrapped both arms around his lower belly, trying to keep himself from falling apart.
“Nnngh, ah—i-it’s tearing! Aah, aaahk!”
“Yeah? Want me to rip you open? That far?”
Maybe that reaction turned him on even more, because the cock buried inside Eun-jo twitched—and swelled, getting even thicker. Mu-seong folded him in half, completely pressing him down, and pounded into him with brutal speed. As if commanding his body to hurry up and adjust. The cock moved fast and deep, mercilessly.
Eun-jo screamed, mouth wide open as his cries echoed through the room.
“Ah! Ahhh! Ah—aaah!”
Every time that thick tip slammed into his deepest point, it felt like his insides were being shoved around. His belly bulged with every thrust, vision flashing white and black over and over again. But still—his walls clenched, convulsing, like they were desperate to keep that cock inside.
Somehow, the pain bled into pleasure. It hurt, but it felt so good. And maybe it felt good because it hurt.
Moaning without even realizing it, Eun-jo wrapped his arms around Mu-seong’s neck.
“Ah… mmnh, haaah…”
“You like it there? Want me to rub it harder with my cock?”
Mu-seong had found the sweet spot—buried high inside. He angled his hips and rolled them in deep circles, dragging the fat shaft against it. Eun-jo arched, throwing his head back with a cry.
“Ahhh, nghh… right there…!”
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t take it? That you didn’t want to get fucked?”
He growled the words like a threat, all while teasing him—grinding the thick, swollen head of his cock against the most sensitive parts of his inner walls.
“Said you’d only suck it with that mouth of yours. Gonna suck my cock now, too?”
Mu-seong hoisted him up, flipping their position with ease. He sat back and pulled Eun-jo into his lap, chest to chest, face to face. As he helped rock his plump ass up and down, Eun-jo whimpered, clinging to him like he’d fall apart without something to hold onto.
Mu-seong pressed a kiss to his flushed cheek, then tilted his chin downward with a firm hand.
“Look down. See what’s filling your belly.”
Eun-jo looked—and his breath caught.
Between their tightly pressed bodies, he could see the thick shaft plunging in and out, slick with wetness, veins bulging, deep red and raging hard. It was massive—like something inhuman. The entire length disappeared into his hole with a wet shlk, only the tip lingering for a second before it slammed back in again.
Slick juices streamed from below, clinging to the cock and dripping down, splattering with every heavy thrust. When their bodies collided, droplets sprayed out like bursts of heat. Mortified, Eun-jo squeezed his eyes shut—only for Mu-seong to slam his hips up hard in punishment.
“Aah—! Nghh… ah, ahhh…”
The slap of flesh echoed violently. His ass stung, tingled from the impact. When Eun-jo’s eyes fluttered open again, the sudden clench of his walls made Mu-seong curse.
“Fuck… Eyes open. Watch. See whose cock is pounding your little pussy.”
“Nnngh… mmm—! It’s yours… your cock…”
With tear-soaked eyes, Eun-jo looked up at him. His cheeks flushed, lips swollen, face dripping with sinful heat. Like a kitten begging for affection, he nestled against Mu-seong’s chest and whispered softly,
“Your cock… ngh… it’s inside… mmm, it’s yours…”
Instead of smacking him again, Mu-seong grabbed his ass tight—and pounded into him with renewed force. That thick shaft rammed up into him over and over, making Eun-jo’s round cheeks bounce from the impact.
His brain was short-circuiting. Eun-jo moaned wildly, gripping him like he’d fall apart if he let go. The rougher Mu-seong fucked him, the louder his cries got—until words vanished, replaced with broken sobs of pleasure. He didn’t even need to be touched.
He came.
“I—I came! Haaah, I came! But… ngh—still—ahh!”
The sheets were already soaked, but Mu-seong didn’t stop. He couldn’t. That sinful hole kept sucking him in, pulsing and kissing around his cock like it never wanted to let go.
His thrusts sped up, rough and hungry. Lewd squelches filled the air. Eun-jo’s ass was bright red, swollen from the slaps and from being stretched wide open.
Even Mu-seong was stunned—where the hell had this little thing been hiding? Sure, the Guiding energy pulsing off him was amazing, but that wasn’t it. It was this greedy hole, sucking on him like it was starving.
Every time he thrust in deep, Eun-jo gasped like he was taking his first breath in days—and Mu-seong couldn’t look away.
