The sensation was driving him insane. Every time that secret spot was touched, waves of pleasure shot through him. At this point, he couldn’t even tell if what was splashing was ice water—or something else. His head tilted back as he bit back a moan, and Park Se-yul shoved the ice even deeper, as if punishing him.
“……Yes!”
At the louder moan, Eun-jo’s entire body stiffened. Someone outside must’ve heard it—footsteps approached the locker room where the two were.
“Excuse me, are you changing in here……?”
Just as a shadow passed in front of the door, the startled Eun-jo clenched hard around the ice.
“Wait outside for a moment. This is Esper Park Se-yul.”
“T-Team Leader Park?!”
Maybe a fan of Park Se-yul, the person at the door quickly turned and made their way to the lounge. As the last remaining staff member closed the door and left, Park Se-yul wasted no time.
“Clenching this tight just because it feels good, huh?”
He shoved the thick ice pillar deeper, spreading the folds apart until the entire thing disappeared inside. Fuck. Staring at the obscene sight of that needy hole, he slid a finger in right after.
“Ahhhn……!”
“Were you hoping to get caught? Why’re you squeezing like that, huh?”
His already feverish body responded with even more pleasure. That greedy hole welcomed the finger without resistance, swallowing him down to the knuckle. A dark gleam flashed in Park Se-yul’s eyes.
“Hah, you’re something else.”
Shoving Eun-jo against the locker room door, he began moving both hands fast and rough.
The thick ice pillar and his finger churned together inside. Every time they grazed a sensitive spot, Eun-jo tightened up and moaned helplessly.
At this point, the idea of hiding it was long gone. The only thing that mattered was the pressure coiling in his lower belly. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Eun-jo rubbed his flushed cheek against the door and screamed.
“Hic, ah, ah, ahhh……! Team Leader, hng! It feels so good, so good……! Inside, ngh!”
His cries echoed through the locker room. Park Se-yul yanked his finger out and twisted the doorknob.
Bang—the door burst open, and Eun-jo’s body collapsed forward.
Grabbing his raised hips, Park Se-yul lined up his cock against the hole where the ice was still embedded. He wanted to thrust in right then and there, but reason restrained him. He couldn’t do it for any reason other than guiding. Grinding his teeth, he stroked himself roughly.
“Hng, ah, ahhh……”
“Grab the base and move.”
Trembling, Eun-jo reached a hand down. After a few awkward tries, he managed to wrap his fingers around the ice lodged deep inside. He moved it in quick jerks, afraid it might slip out.
“Hahng, ah, ah, ahhh……”
The flushed pink hole stretched to its very limit, then squeezed tight, clinging desperately to the ice like it didn’t want to let go. The filthy sight made Park Se-yul’s strokes even faster.
“Ahhn, ngh—Team Leader! Ah, ahhhk!”
Squelch, squish, squelch!
Every time his ass was raised and his hole was pounded, white sparks burst behind his eyes. At some point, Eun-jo lost all sense of control, his hand moving frantically as he pressed down on his own sweet spot again and again. Drool streamed from his parted lips, and his already flushed eyes grew wetter and more dazed.
“I-I’m gonna come! Hrrgh, Team Leader, ah, aahhh…!”
Park Se-yul yanked Eun-jo into his arms like he was going to break him, holding him tight—and finally, he gave him permission.
“Come.”
“Nghh—ah, aaahhhng…! Uh, ahh, haaah!”
Just like pissing himself, thin streams of cum trickled out from his small, twitching hole. The overwhelming pleasure made Eun-jo tremble all over before collapsing onto the floor.
With rough, merciless hands, Park Se-yul pulled out the ice he had lodged deep inside. The hole that had been wrapped tight around the frozen object clenched as if trying to hold onto it. Still spread open and flushed a soft pink, the entrance fluttered helplessly as Se-yul brought his cockhead to press against it.
“Haaah…”
With a low groan, his thick release burst free. It splattered all over Eun-jo’s soft ass and even dripped inside his stretched hole.
Se-yul stared down at the mess he’d made—cum covering and filling the ruined hole—and slowly dragged his gaze over the flushed skin below.
He couldn’t explain it. This strange, primal sense of satisfaction—it went beyond reason.
***
Park Ji-soo, the editor in charge of today’s shoot, hadn’t slept a wink the night before.
And really, how could she have? This wasn’t just any Guide. It was Yeo Eun-jo, the infamous Guide of Team A.
She’d worked with other teams before, handled a few interviews and pictorials, but Team A was in a league of their own. Even inside the center, Team A didn’t participate in anything unless it was an official publication.
If this goes live, it’s going to explode.
This photoshoot would be a career-defining moment. Not only would the magazine sell like crazy, but people online would be talking about it for weeks.
And then, as if it wasn’t already a jackpot, Team Leader Park Se-yul had shown up. Her dopamine levels spiked through the roof.
This is like hitting the damn lottery.
Half out of her mind, Ji-soo stared at the waiting room door. What the hell were they talking about in there? It had been forever, and neither of them had come out.
At first, she’d been thrilled just to see Park Se-yul. But as time dragged on, her excitement turned into unease.
No way… Her legs trembled like a groom waiting for a runaway bride.
“They’re not canceling, right?”
“No way. Maybe they’re just going over the interview questions?”
“It’s not like they’re dating in secret. What’s there to go over?”
She was murmuring anxiously to the staff when, at last, the waiting room door cracked open. Eun-jo peeked out.
His face was flushed—completely different from when she’d seen him earlier. Maybe it was the makeup, but the soft pink tint around his eyes and the slight pout of his lips looked oddly sensual. More than anything, his eyes were darting around like he was guilty of something.
“Guide-nim!”
She walked over quickly, and Eun-jo blinked wide-eyed in surprise. Behind him, Park Se-yul stood like a statue.
“I’m Park Ji-soo, the editor for today’s shoot.”
“Ah, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Even though he probably hadn’t had time to look at any magazines, Eun-jo responded like he knew her, flashing a charming smile.
“I’m Yeo Eun-jo.”
He offered his hand, and Ji-soo shook it warmly. Things were off to a good start. When she turned her eyes to the stoic Park Se-yul, he gave her a small nod in greeting.
“Uh…?”
That’s when she noticed—their outfits were different.
Park Se-yul was now wearing just a shirt, unlike when he’d first arrived at the studio. Sure, it looked good on him, but the problem was with Eun-jo.
Eun-jo wasn’t even wearing his Guide uniform—he had on an Esper combat jacket. The white shirt a staff member had brought earlier was nowhere to be seen. Ji-soo’s gaze froze on the name stitched into the jacket’s chest: Park Se-yul.
“Oh… your outfit’s different?”
“I spilled water on the shirt,” Se-yul said calmly, holding up the completely soaked garment.
“He’ll need to change. Is that going to be a problem?”
That was when inspiration hit Ji-soo like a lightning bolt. She immediately waved off the concern, her brain moving a mile a minute.
“No, this is actually better. Let’s keep it like this.”
There was nothing sexier than seeing Eun-jo wearing an Esper’s uniform—especially the Team A leader’s. In a flash, she scrapped the original concept and steered both men toward the set.
This was a golden opportunity. A chance to get Park Se-yul in front of the camera and add him to her portfolio.
She crumpled the old concept notes and chucked them into the trash. Then she started flipping through her couple shoot archives, her mind already projecting the image of the two entangled in frame.
“We had a wardrobe malfunction, so we’ll need to switch the concept,” she said casually.
Immediately, Se-yul’s brows drew together, his aura turning ice-cold. Ji-soo, sensing the shift, quickly turned to Eun-jo instead.
“So I was thinking—what if we turned it into a couple shoot?”
“……”
“We already have a suit in Team Leader’s size. And Guide-nim’s uniform is available too. You could just drape it over your shoulders.”
Eun-jo looked away, eyes flickering. It was Park Se-yul. The man who refused center interviews, let alone something like a fashion spread. And not just any fashion spread—a couple shoot. There was no way.
He opened his mouth to politely decline, but—
“Will it be quick?” came Se-yul’s low voice.
Ji-soo’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Yes! We’ll wrap it as fast as humanly possible.”
“……”
“If you’re included, Team Leader, we’ll reduce Guide Yeo’s portion too.”
“Fine.”
His answer came so fast that both Ji-soo and Eun-jo gaped in disbelief.
“Huh?”
“Team Leader?”
While the two stood there flustered, Park Se-yul calmly turned to a nearby staff member.
“Hair and makeup—done in the waiting room?”
He nodded at their reply, then placed a firm hand on Eun-jo’s shoulder and gently guided him toward a chair.
“Sit. Don’t fall over.”
Still stunned, Eun-jo found himself sitting without resistance, watching as Se-yul walked away—calm, composed, like he was just heading to another meeting.
What is with him today?
His legs still weak, Eun-jo sat there staring at the closed waiting room door for a long time.
The new shoot concept wasn’t complicated. Since Team A was extremely cautious about exposure, only a few cuts were needed, and the set was kept minimal.
The theme was a team office. Heavy velvet curtains covered one wall, and a plush beige carpet stretched across the floor. The overall atmosphere was dim, lit softly with ambient glows that gave the space a moody elegance.
As Eun-jo sat at a polished wooden desk posing for his solo shots, a quiet murmur stirred the air. He turned—and there was Park Se-yul, walking toward him.
“Ah…”
Even Eun-jo couldn’t hold back a soft breath.
He’d thought Se-yul looked good in uniform, but this—hair styled with pomade, a tailored suit hugging his frame, silver-rimmed glasses framing his sharp features—he looked breathtaking.
