Even though he was already buried to the hilt, he didn’t stop. He pressed his hips down even harder. Eun-jo’s bruised ass was ground into the mattress, his entrance stretched wide open as the cock was shoved deep inside.
“Uwaaah…! Ugh, hrrrk…”
His inner walls, smooth and tight, were forced open. His lower belly bulged grotesquely, and a wave of nausea surged up—but so did an overwhelming wave of ecstasy that drenched his entire body.
Eun-jo tensed, legs stiff, head thrown back. His face twisted in climax as Jin Mu-seong grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard, shoving himself in even deeper. Thunk. Thunk. Milky-white fluid trickled down from between Eun-jo’s legs, dripping to the floor.
Jin Mu-seong, having devoured even the last of Eun-jo’s moans, held his trembling body tightly as he nearly collapsed.
“Haaah…”
Still panting, Eun-jo leaned against Jin Mu-seong’s chest. He could still feel the other man inside him, but now that he’d come, his thoughts began to clear.
Ah…
He was so fucking screwed.
He’d lost count of how many times that thought crossed his mind today. The bastard had shown up out of nowhere, without so much as a text. It all made sense now—if Jin Mu-seong had been using his time stop ability just to bide time, then the radio silence explained everything. Eun-jo’s face went even paler.
Jin Mu-seong kissed his forehead and hair with the kind of care one might show to something precious. Eun-jo looked up at him with half-glazed, almost defeated eyes.
“Jin Mu-seong…”
“Yeah?”
“Did you… release the time stop?”
“Mhm.”
Still calm, he continued kissing him—smack, smack. With each kiss, Eun-jo’s face turned paler and paler.
“I just wanted to spend some time with my boyfriend. Is that a problem?”
“When… when did you release it?”
“Right around the time I started cumming. Should be any minute now.”
“…What?”
A terrible premonition shot through Eun-jo. He jerked his head up. Park Se-yul was still fast asleep.
Then who…?
“I wasn’t the only one feeling impatient, you know.”
And then—BANG! A deafening crash. The door burst open.
A man stormed in, drenched in sweat like he’d sprinted the whole way. Jung Tae-seok.
“Hyung!”
His eyes swept over Eun-jo instantly—his body covered in bite marks, his chest still adorned with bells, and down below, still connected to Jin Mu-seong. Just like the first time they met, his expression twisted into something feral.
“Get the fuck off him. Now.”
Breathing heavily through clenched teeth, Tae-seok’s fist flew without hesitation.
“You psycho fuck!”
“‘Psycho fuck’? That’s no way to talk about someone’s precious boyfriend.”
Jin Mu-seong easily dodged the punch. With a languid motion, he pulled out his still-thick, slick cock and moved Eun-jo behind him, shielding him.
“Put this on.”
He handed Eun-jo a T-shirt that had been lying on the floor. As Eun-jo hurried to dress himself, both men stared him down like wolves.
Amid the choking tension of the standoff, a faint rustling came from behind them. Park Se-yul had woken up—finally roused by the sheer insanity unfolding in the room.
He sat up in bed, eyes scanning the intruders.
The air in the room was thick, suffocating. Semen had pooled across the floor. Eun-jo stood like a criminal, eyes fixed on the ground. Se-yul’s gaze slowly swept across everything—the state of the room, the tension in the air, the guilt weighing on Eun-jo. Once he’d taken it all in, his jaw clenched.
“Who gave you permission to enter?”
Wearing only a pair of training pants, he got out of bed and stepped forward.
“I don’t recall granting any of you access.”
“I don’t remember sending an invitation either,” Tae-seok snapped. “Isn’t this a bit much? Picking on a couple who just started dating?”
“A couple?”
Tae-seok practically shouted.
“Yeah! A couple!”
“……”
“Fucking hell—what kind of couple gets torn apart the moment they get together? All because of their job, no less!”
His furious eyes swung toward Eun-jo—or more accurately, toward the man shielding him: Jin Mu-seong.
“You snatched him up, but couldn’t even protect him. And instead, you left him with that asshole—”
“A ‘couple,’ huh?” Jin Mu-seong, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, finally let out a low chuckle. He was still unapologetically naked.
“You got any proof?”
“What kind of bullshit is that?! Why would we need proof?”
“Shouldn’t there be some evidence that you’re together? Something like…”
“……”
“Like this, for example.”
Jin Mu-seong casually raised his left hand. On his ring finger sat a silver band, inlaid with a large diamond—its design unmistakably similar to a wedding ring.
Eun-jo’s eyes widened. It was the first time he’d ever seen that ring.
What the hell is that ring?!
Before he could react, Tae-seok shoved past Jin Mu-seong and stormed up to him. Grabbing Eun-jo’s left hand, he raised it—and there it was. The exact same ring, on his finger.
“What the fuck is this?!”
Eun-jo shouted in pure panic. He was just as confused as everyone else.
He swore on everything—he had never been given a ring, let alone worn one. Mouth agape, he looked at Tae-seok and shook his head violently.
“No, no—this isn’t—!”
“Eun-jo hyung…”
“I swear! I’ve never seen this ring before! This is the first time—I swear!”
“……”
“Why the hell is it even on my finger?!”
The more he spoke, the more it sounded like a lie. He was seriously about to lose his mind. Frantically grabbing the ring, he tried to yank it off—but it wouldn’t budge. Whether it was a trick or an Esper ability, it clung to him like it was fused to his skin.
Tae-seok’s expression darkened, little by little. In that stormy gaze, something terrifying began to take root—a seed of fury.
Panicked, Eun-jo turned to Jin Mu-seong.
“Jin Mu-seong! Say something—anything!”
“What would you have me say?”
That bastard actually had the nerve to look forlorn, his eyebrows knitting together as he murmured,
“If you’re going to deny what we have… then I suppose there’s nothing I can do.”
“You son of a—!”
Eun-jo was about to scream at him, but Tae-seok suddenly yanked him backward, pulling him into his arms.
Just like Jin Mu-seong had done earlier, Tae-seok used his body to shield Eun-jo completely from view.
If I knew this would happen, I would’ve locked him away.
Team or no team, rules be damned. I should’ve just run away with him.
Then he wouldn’t be wearing this damn leash. Wouldn’t have those twisted bells dangling off him right now.
Why the hell hadn’t he done it when he had the chance?
Cursing under his breath, Tae-seok lifted the hem of Eun-jo’s shirt. Bite marks, hickeys, and a chest swollen from overstimulation were revealed.
“I should’ve done this from the start. From the goddamn start…”
Tae-seok pulled the piercings out from Eun-jo’s swollen nipples and activated his ability. The bite marks and kiss bruises faded slowly, and as they vanished, so did the sharp edge in Tae-seok’s breathing.
But his expression still looked off—like he wasn’t fully present. His eyes were unfocused, his face pale and drawn.
Eun-jo, watching with growing concern, reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around Tae-seok’s hand.
“Tae… Tae-seok…”
“You said you’d stay,” he muttered. “Did you think it was all over just because we watched one movie together?”
“……”
“You think I’m that easy?”
The hurt in his voice hit Eun-jo like a slap. His heart dropped. Tae-seok’s eyes—usually warm and earnest—were cold now, sharp with disappointment. The unfamiliar glare made Eun-jo flinch.
“I didn’t mean to—”
Did I really not mean to?
The words caught in his throat.
The truth was, he hadn’t been thinking about Tae-seok’s feelings. He’d been too focused on the Imprint. Too busy trying to survive.
Panic started to rise in his chest. He had to fix this—calm him down, do something. The only thought in Eun-jo’s head was to soothe him.
He took a step forward—only to be yanked back.
“Ah—!”
Something icy and solid wrapped around his waist and pulled him away. In the blink of an eye, Eun-jo was dragged across the room and fell straight into Park Se-yul’s arms.
Without a word, Se-yul slipped his hand beneath Eun-jo’s shirt, fingers brushing over the spot where the piercing had been. His expression hardened.
“Who gave you permission to use your ability?”
“Give him back,” Tae-seok growled, voice low and threatening. “He’s my lover.”
“He’s my Guide.”
Tension crackled in the air like a live wire. Then Jin Mu-seong, who had been silently watching the exchange, chimed in with a lazy grin.
“He’s my darling. So what exactly are we arguing about?”
That did it.
Tae-seok lunged.
Se-yul immediately pushed Eun-jo out of his arms and launched himself into the air. The two clashed with a thunderous crack, like stone hitting stone. Se-yul landed cleanly, drawing an icy pillar from thin air as he hit the ground.
Taang!
Shards of razor-sharp ice burst toward Tae-seok, slicing through the air. He dodged instinctively, twisting his body in tight, practiced movements. The projectiles whizzed past, missing him by inches.
