Squelch, squelch, squelch!
The wet slap of skin echoed lewdly through the room. At the same time, the desk scraped harshly against the floor in sync with every thrust. Eun-jo’s body jolted with each ruthless push of the cock driving deep inside him.
“Haa, ah—ahh! Ah…! Ugh!”
Each time he was pounded into, the semen that had built up inside splattered out in messy streaks. His mind was a haze. It felt like someone had shoved a cock straight into his skull and stirred everything up. The unbearable ache from not being allowed to cum mixed with the sharp jolts of pleasure from his ass until he couldn’t tell where it hurt and where it felt good anymore.
“Aah—ngh! I—I need to cum, please, let me…!”
“I told you to cum from your ass.”
Jung Tae-seok’s voice came low and punishing as he slammed into him with brutal force.
“Or are you asking me to cum for you?”
“N-No…! It—it hurts—ahh, not in the front…!”
Tae-seok ignored him completely. Pressing down hard on the back of Eun-jo’s neck, he shoved his face into the desk, cutting off his breath. Feeling how tight Eun-jo was clenching around him, Tae-seok started thrusting even faster.
Each time his cock filled him up, more of the sticky mess was forced out, dripping heavily to the floor with wet plops. It pooled around Eun-jo’s toes, which curled from the overwhelming sensation. Even the plug still lodged in his slit started to pump in rhythm with the brutal thrusting, mimicking the penetration.
“Ah—ahhng! A-Ahh! Haaah…! Nngh!”
With both holes being rubbed raw and stuffed to the brim, Eun-jo lost all control. His body shook like it was being electrocuted, his mind blanking out entirely. Tears streamed down his face as he thrashed beneath him, overwhelmed.
“Haa… Teacher…!”
Sensing he was about to cum again, Jung Tae-seok didn’t even pull out as he flipped Eun-jo over in one smooth motion. He hooked Eun-jo’s long, trembling legs over his shoulders and folded him in half, driving back in deep.
“A-Aah! Haaahk…!”
As hot cum burst inside him, the plug popped out from his overstretched slit. A clear liquid gushed out from the hole—neither piss nor semen, but a sudden, transparent stream that sprayed as if something inside him had finally given way.
Squelch, squelch—splurt!
With every deep thrust of Jung Tae-seok’s hips, clear fluid sprayed out in wet, uncontrollable spurts. Eun-jo’s eyes rolled back, his legs shaking violently as more poured from him. He didn’t even know what he was leaking anymore. The pleasure was so overwhelming, it was impossible to bear with a sound mind.
His lips were parted obscenely, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes unfocused and glassy. His entire face was the picture of debauchery. Jung Tae-seok stared, drinking in every inch of it before finally lowering the legs draped over his shoulders.
“Teacher… mmh… it feels so good…”
As if he hadn’t just been spewing filth, Tae-seok wore the most innocent expression as he wrapped Eun-jo in his arms, nuzzling against his chest.
“I love this. I love it so much, I feel like I could die…”
I think I already have.
But Eun-jo didn’t have the strength left to say it aloud. All he could do was slump into Tae-seok’s arms, still trembling from the fading aftershocks of pleasure.
His arm twitched like a lifeless doll’s, tingling with a strange sensation. He couldn’t even turn his head, so he just shifted his eyes—only to see the vines creeping back toward his limbs.
“No way…”
The words rasped out, rough and dry. Tae-seok looked up at him with that same wide-eyed innocence, so at odds with the man who had just ravaged him.
“It has to be no, Tae-seok…!”
But before he could finish, Eun-jo’s body was yanked upward.
He didn’t know how much time had passed. Suspended in the air, arms and legs bound by tendrils, his body swayed gently with every thrust.
He couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. His pale thighs were crusted with dried cum, and the abused hole between them was red and swollen. From behind, Tae-seok shoved his cock back inside, thick and unyielding.
“Hhnngh… mmh…”
Even his moans had grown faint. Eun-jo trembled once before letting his head hang. Half-conscious, his body barely clinging to awareness, he was nothing more than a limp rag doll in Tae-seok’s grip. And still, Tae-seok kept moving, fucking him like a beast in heat.
With feral, single-minded obsession, Tae-seok thrust into him over and over again, pumping him full of cum. It was relentless, like he wouldn’t stop until Eun-jo was bred—until he belonged to him completely.
Gripping Eun-jo’s waist, he yanked him back hard. The fat head of his cock slammed into the deepest part inside him.
“Ahh—haaah… ngh…!”
The shock of it hit dead-on. Eun-jo cried out and dropped his head again, tears spilling freely.
Clear liquid trickled from between his legs, flowing in quiet streams.
“Ngh… ah… ugh…”
Every fresh wave of pleasure sent his mind spiraling. Feeling himself filled yet again, Eun-jo honestly thought he might die this time.
I haven’t even formed a single Imprint. There’s still so much I haven’t tried—so many things I wanted to do!
As Tae-seok’s grip tightened on his hips, Eun-jo shut his eyes, resigned—
Click.
The classroom door slid open. Footsteps echoed in.
Eun-jo barely managed to lift his head. Park Se-yul and Lee Sang-heon had entered the room.
I’m saved.
Their eyes met, and Eun-jo forced every last ounce of strength into his body. His lips parted, trembling.
“Team Leader…”
“……”
“I was waiting for you…”
And with that, Eun-jo passed out. Before his head could slump forward, Park Se-yul sprinted forward and caught him in his arms.
Sharp blades of ice sliced through the vines, and Eun-jo’s limp body dropped—straight into Park Se-yul’s waiting hold.
“What the actual fuck…”
The words hissed out, half-spoken and shaking with fury. The more of Eun-jo’s broken body he saw, the hotter Park Se-yul’s rage burned.
His eyes darkened as he turned to Jung Tae-seok.
“Jung Tae-seok.”
“Give him back. He’s mine.”
Tae-seok lunged at him like something precious had been stolen.
“I said give him back!”
Park Se-yul’s hand sliced through the air. In the blink of an eye, pillars of ice burst up from the ground, locking Jung Tae-seok’s limbs in place. His body slammed into the wall with a thunderous crack.
Park Se-yul approached slowly, Eun-jo still limp in his arms. But even now, Jung Tae-seok’s eyes never left him. His gaze was glued to Eun-jo, clinging like a parasite.
“Brought down by some monster like this…”
Park Se-yul ground his teeth, voice low and sharp as a blade. He wanted to rip those eyes right out of his skull—the ones that dared to keep looking at Eun-jo. He was furious. So furious it shocked even himself.
“Looks like I’ve let you off too easy. That’s on me.”
“Sir! Please, sir—!”
“I didn’t assign you a team Guide so you could abuse your authority like this.”
Jung Tae-seok writhed, twisting his body in a desperate attempt to reach out.
“Sir…!”
Crack! A brutal sound rang out as his head was snapped to the side from an unseen blow.
“Team A is disqualified. This is on you, Jung Tae-seok.”
In that moment, the floor beneath Park Se-yul iced over in an instant. The frost spread like wildfire, devouring the classroom floor, shattering the cave walls, and destroying every last root and tendril that had been writhing through the gate.
And finally, the creature hidden beneath it all was revealed—
Lee Sang-heon launched himself down from above, striking with lethal force.
The gate didn’t take long to collapse after that.
