Eun-jo was bent over the terrace railing. Realizing the wide-open space exposed them to the outside, he began to struggle.
“Huh, here…?! Ah, Jin Mu-seong—uh!”
Eun-jo looked around in a panic, unaware that time had come to a standstill. If anyone looked up, they could see everything—from the neighboring room, from below, even from outside the hotel. As he clenched around him, Jin Mu-seong let out a low, wicked laugh.
“What? Do you want someone to watch?”
“Hngh, uh…! No, no…!”
But he did want it. Jin Mu-seong could feel it. The urge to release his power and declare Eun-jo as his burned in his chest. Fighting the temptation, he loomed behind Eun-jo like a sovereign claiming his throne and gripped his firm ass with both hands. As the cheeks parted, the hidden pink entrance came into view.
A thick, rough cock pushed into the tight hole. Satisfied with the snug heat, Jin Mu-seong began to slowly thrust upward. Each time he drove in, the delicate ridges stretched open—then clenched back down, refusing to let go.
“Haah, ah, ah! Ah…! Huh, it’s too much—ah, ahhh…”
Even knowing they were exposed, he couldn’t stop moaning. Eun-jo rose to his toes, his hips instinctively swaying to the rhythm. Smack—Jin Mu-seong slapped his ass hard and growled.
“Keep it down. Unless you want them to know I’m fucking you.”
“Huh, huh! Ah, ah!”
He pushed all the way in, pelvis pressed flush, and then began teasing shallow thrusts—targeting the prostate with sharp precision.
“Ah, ahhh! Aah, ah…!”
The moment the head of his cock struck the bundle of nerves dead-on, a wave of ecstasy exploded through Eun-jo’s body. His vision went white. He couldn’t breathe. Jin Mu-seong’s eyes rolled back in sheer bliss. He was coming.
Gripped by the inner squeeze, Jin Mu-seong sank his teeth into Eun-jo’s neck and rammed in deeper, burying his entire length. Then, groaning low, he started to cum.
It wasn’t just a spurt—it was a flood. The thick release dripped to the floor below. If Eun-jo could get pregnant, he would’ve been by now. Still not satisfied, Jin Mu-seong gave a few more shallow thrusts, stuffing the last of it deep inside.
“Haa… hah…”
Without pulling out, he lifted Eun-jo into his arms and carried him back to the bedroom. Sprawled on the bed, Eun-jo gasped for breath. As the haze lifted from his mind, his eyes caught the floor—stained white.
“Seriously, what are you always cumming like that for…”
He muttered under his breath, and a low chuckle followed behind him. It was Jin Mu-seong—who had just made Eun-jo climax—smacking kisses along his back. Turning his head, Eun-jo saw that familiar smirk and those sharp, focused eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up just like always.
“Now then, hmm.”
His voice came out hoarse. Eun-jo cleared his throat.
“Are you back to normal?”
“No.”
Jin Mu-seong answered firmly—and hugged him tighter. His cock, still fully buried inside, began to pulse and push deeper. Eun-jo’s eyes flew open.
“Wait, wait just a second—!”
It swelled again. Like he hadn’t even come yet. As it rubbed against the sensitive inner walls, Eun-jo swore under his breath.
If this keeps going, I’ll die. Screw the punishment—I’m seriously gonna die. Feeling it press up against his lower belly, Eun-jo crawled toward the headboard in a panic.
As his hips lifted, his hole was exposed once more—red, raw, and swollen from the rough pounding. Jin Mu-seong spotted the cum oozing from it and let out a dry laugh.
“Heh.”
In one swift move, he grabbed Eun-jo by the waist. And before Eun-jo could even react, his body was yanked back with ease.
The fully hardened cock plunged back inside. As it pierced deep, hitting all the tender spots, Eun-jo trembled and squirmed beneath him.
“No… I can’t… anymore. Huuu…”
“Then just lie down.”
Jin Mu-seong whispered against Eun-jo’s damp nape, his lips brushing the skin.
“I’ll handle everything.”
His body came down over him. On the bed, Jin Mu-seong braced himself with both arms, careful not to put too much weight on him. Eun-jo didn’t know whether to call it tender… or absolutely savage.
He squeezed his eyes shut. It had been a long day.
***
He had no idea how much time had passed.
Was it the third time? Fourth?… He couldn’t even remember when he’d blacked out. All he knew was that every time he opened his eyes, Jin Mu-seong was still there—grinding into his hips, relentless.
Eun-jo would moan with pleasure, only to pass out again. His training had improved his stamina, sure—but no way was it enough to withstand Jin Mu-seong.
Even before I died, I couldn’t have handled this. No chance.
Back when he’d been hitting the gym daily to stay in shape, even that body wouldn’t have made it through this. Psycho. He must’ve kept going even while Eun-jo was unconscious—because there wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t hurt.
“Fucking lunatic…”
Eun-jo muttered weakly, resting against Jin Mu-seong’s chest.
“Isn’t that a little too sweet for the first thing you say after coming to?”
“…Be glad I’m not cursing you out.”
With a pained groan, Eun-jo lifted his head—and spotted Jin Mu-seong sitting in the bathtub.
That body was insane. Wide chest, thick abs—he looked like he’d been sculpted out of sheer muscle. Not elegant, but overwhelmingly massive. Judging by the way they were pressed together, he must’ve been washing Eun-jo just now.
No wonder he felt so damn cushy…
Eun-jo shot him a glare, then leaned back in. He wanted to sock him in the face, but he didn’t have the energy left to even lift a hand.
Jin Mu-seong pulled him in without resistance, holding him firmly.
“How’s your body?”
“Feels like I’m dying. I think I can actually locate my fifth vertebra right now…”
“Still got enough life in you to complain, huh?”
Jin Mu-seong chuckled softly, slowly rubbing down Eun-jo’s back—right over the exact spot he’d just mentioned.
“Want me to press it for you?”
“No, just hold still. My head’s spinning…”
“What am I, a couch?”
“No, a chair… Sigh, baby…”
Eun-jo dragged a hand through his soaked hair, exhaling hard. Then, with a finger, he gently pushed against the chest in front of him.
That downward gaze—long lashes glistening with droplets—was utterly mesmerizing. Jin Mu-seong couldn’t help but admire it. No one had ever looked down on him like that before, and yet, the contempt in Eun-jo’s eyes somehow suited him perfectly.
“Is now really the time to pick apart what I’m saying?”
Jin Mu-seong shut up the moment Eun-jo poked between his pecs. If this was the cost of being pinned down and talked to like that every day, he’d pay it gladly.
Unaware of the dirty thoughts running through his head, Eun-jo leaned forward and sank his teeth into the chest in front of him—softly, like a nibble. Jin Mu-seong didn’t flinch. Instead, his arms tightened around him.
That massive hand stroked Eun-jo’s head with surprising gentleness. It was hard to believe this was the same man who’d just ravaged him like an animal. Water sloshed quietly around them, the heat soaking deep into their skin. In the silence, they could hear each other’s hearts beating.
It was peaceful. Whenever he was with Jin Mu-seong, all the nerves he kept on edge just… relaxed.
He didn’t have to act. He didn’t have to beg for affection.
Though he seriously pisses me off sometimes.
Eun-jo peeked up—and there he was, Jin Mu-seong, looking straight down at him. Those pitch-black eyes were filled with his reflection.
“So, what the hell pushed you all the way to Overload?”
As soon as Eun-jo came to his senses, the question hit him. If it were anyone else, maybe—but Jin Mu-seong, of all people, losing control of his waves and nearly hitting Overload? That didn’t make sense. And the fact that there hadn’t been another team Guide or even an emergency Guide on-site meant the gate hadn’t been particularly difficult either.
“That wasn’t the kind of situation that would’ve caused it.”
He tilted his head, eyes locked with Jin Mu-seong’s.
“You’re not that weak.”
“……”
“It’s not like you’ve been missing regular Guiding. And you’re a team leader—there’s no way the Center wasn’t keeping tabs on you.”
“Hm.” Jin Mu-seong gave a low grunt and leaned back lazily in the tub. Then he reached out and gently swept back the wet strands of hair clinging to Eun-jo’s forehead.
“Who knows.”
His fingers drifted down from Eun-jo’s temple, past his swollen eyes, and stopped at his cheek. He gave the soft flesh a playful poke.
“Maybe I just missed someone.”
“Who? God?”
The sarcasm dripped from Eun-jo’s voice like silk—polite, refined, and absolutely savage. Jin Mu-seong burst out laughing.
When he pulled Eun-jo closer with both arms, Eun-jo gave his chest a few weak slaps.
“No—don’t just gloss over this!”
“……”
“I’m part of this mess too, okay? Hello?”
I gave you my back, my hips—my whole damn body! Eun-jo splashed him with water in protest, but Jin Mu-seong didn’t let go. He just smiled, like none of it fazed him.
“Haha…”
That calm, slightly pouty voice… the way Eun-jo’s cheeks puffed out with frustration—it was all too endearing. Jin Mu-seong almost couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to realize how much he cared.
Eun-jo wriggled a little in his arms, and Jin Mu-seong leaned down to kiss the top of his head. It wasn’t just a peck. His lips pressed down, firm and full of weight.
