The thick cock drove deep into the soft, pale mound of flesh. The sight of him lifting only his hips to take it in was obscenely erotic—beyond words.
“Huu, ah, ah…! Not—not here!”
“Huu? Why not?” He whispered, thrusting his hips in deep. “Worried about moaning in front of those clingy bastards?”
“Huu, ah, ahh…! I-In the room…”
“I have to fuck you here—so there’s no confusion.”
He muttered as he roughly pressed against the sensitive spot he’d earlier teased with a fingertip.
“Whose hole is this?”
“Huu, ah, ahh…! Ah! Huu!”
The relentless thrusts against that tender spot were enough to drive him mad. Moaning uncontrollably, he lifted his hips instinctively with each movement. The hole opened wider, swallowing the blazing-hot length plunging in and out.
Jin Mu-seong straightened up and pressed down on Eun-jo’s back. With swift force, he flipped him onto his stomach and yanked up his hair, making sure everyone could see clearly.
“Look closely. Look at who’s fucking you, and where.”
“Huu, ah, ah…! Ugh!”
“With this cock.”
As he rammed the sensitive spot again, Yeo Eun-jo’s body shuddered. Every muscle from his thighs to his toes was taut. His flesh trembled with every thrust.
“Who’s the one fucking you right here, with this cock? Huh?”
“Huu, ugh…”
He demanded an answer, pounding shallowly and fast against the bulging spot inside. Every time the glans rubbed against it, Eun-jo’s vision blurred—going bright, then dark. Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes as the mind-breaking pleasure washed over him.
Whimpering helplessly, Yeo Eun-jo reached out blindly—
“Ahh! Ah, huu…”
His trembling fingers gripped the hand of Jung Tae-seok, who lay asleep on his right.
“Hah…”
As he looked at Jung Tae-seok’s sleeping face, a wave of guilt surged through him. The face of the man he once loved so dearly flickered in his mind—and the tight inner walls involuntarily clenched.
Watching him take his cock while staring at Jung Tae-seok, Jin Mu-seong let out a guttural growl.
He slammed his hips in harder. With a slick, chilling sound, the glans pushed in like a blade. It felt like his lower belly would be pierced. Yeo Eun-jo gripped Jung Tae-seok’s hand tightly and screamed.
Reaching the entrance of the colon, Jin Mu-seong tapped it with the glans and threatened in a low voice,
“You’d better answer. Huu… or I’ll stop my ability and ask that guy before you do.”
“Huu, ugh, ah…”
“Should I ask him whose cock is buried inside you? Should I show him what you’re doing while clinging to that bastard’s hand?”
“No, no…! Huu, haaaah…!”
Tears trickled down as panic set in. But worse than the threat… was the way his body wanted it deeper. His trembling voice rose in desperation, begging him to go further in and tear the inner wall open.
“It—it’s your cock…! Huu, I’m getting fucked…! Hic!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Jin Mu-seong gripped his waist tight. Before Eun-jo could even inhale, the glans that had been teasing his entrance rammed in deep.
“Ah, ahhh…! Huu, it’s open…! Ugh!”
His colon stretched wide, the sensation like being ripped apart. Overwhelmed by the searing pleasure, Eun-jo thrashed uncontrollably, mouth falling open in a scream.
Finally, Jin Mu-seong bottomed out, letting out a deep moan. The tight inner walls clung to his cock and sucked it in like a kiss. Savoring the sensation, he began to move—fast and rough.
“Haa, hiik! Ugh, ah, it’s tearing! Huu…”
As soon as Mu-seong let go of his hair, Eun-jo collapsed to the floor, lying face-down. With his hips still raised, Mu-seong continued thrusting into him relentlessly. Each time his cock slid in and out, slick arousal splashed in every direction, and raw, animalistic moans echoed through the room.
Every thrust rubbed Eun-jo’s lower body against the floor. He had long since stopped just dripping cum—clear fluid was now pouring out of him in streams. Spotting the puddle beneath him, Jin Mu-seong let out a savage grin.
“Leaking from both ends and getting split open. Damn.”
“Hnn… Ah! Ahhn…”
“You’re clenching around my cock while holding some other guy’s hand. What the hell, baby.”
Shame was a distant memory—he was too far gone. With each hard, pounding thrust, Eun-jo let out shaky moans, his hips jerking instinctively.
“You better not be pissing too… Fuck.”
Filthy little thing. His already ruined face looked sinfully erotic. Grabbing him by the nape, Mu-seong yanked him up and kissed him roughly.
He shoved his tongue deep into Eun-jo’s throat, driving his cock up to the deepest part of his insides. When he twisted inside those scorching hot walls, Eun-jo’s eyes rolled back as he trembled violently. Mu-seong, barely restraining his climax, finally pulled out of the clenching hole.
Ropes of cum splattered across Eun-jo’s pale ass. The sheer volume could’ve been mistaken for piss. The heat of it made Eun-jo moan again as he climaxed, collapsing onto the floor. From his flushed, sensitive cock, semen dripped steadily.
“Hhng… nn…”
Like he was marking his territory, Mu-seong smeared the cum across Eun-jo’s ass. The way his ass had turned red from all the spanking was deeply satisfying. I really scored big with this one, he thought. Still grinning, Mu-seong finally pulled his tongue out of Eun-jo’s throat.
“Haa…”
Eun-jo let out a ragged breath, body limp on the floor. His ass still throbbed with a ghostly ache, like Mu-seong’s cock was still buried inside.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, Mu-seong pulled him into his embrace. Then he started kissing him again—his forehead, cheeks, neck, back—everywhere.
“You’re seriously… a pervert.”
“Took you long enough to figure that out.”
Mu-seong chuckled and bit playfully at Eun-jo’s neck with a loud chomp.
“No take-backs. You’ve got the wedding ring on.”
“I didn’t put it on. You put it on me…”
“And who else is supposed to? Isn’t the groom the one who puts the ring on?”
Jin Mu-seong had a strange ability to make even the most ridiculous logic sound convincing. Eun-jo almost nodded in agreement before biting down on his lip.
He didn’t have the strength to argue. When he groaned softly, Mu-seong’s hand slid to his lower stomach.
“Does it hurt anywhere?”
His rough fingertips gently rubbed below Eun-jo’s navel. The lingering heat in his touch was undeniable. Eun-jo shook his head weakly and whispered.
“My head hurts. Because of you, Jin Mu-seong…”
With that infuriating grin, Mu-seong stood up and casually disappeared into the kitchen like he owned the place. Eun-jo could only stare, speechless.
When he returned, he brought a towel soaked in warm water and carefully cleaned Eun-jo from the waist down. The tenderness of his touch made it hard to believe this was the same man who had just been pounding into him like an animal.
Then, dressing him gently, Mu-seong laid him back exactly where he had been before. He placed Park Se-yul’s hand above Eun-jo’s head, Jung Tae-seok’s hand in his right hand, and finally, Lee Sang-heon’s arm down by his feet. He chuckled to himself.
“You’re completely insane…”
Eun-jo’s heart pounded like he’d just committed a crime. As he glanced at the sleeping men around him, a large hand came down over his eyes.
“You’re about to cry, aren’t you? Close your eyes.”
Not wanting to be caught, Eun-jo quickly shut his eyes. The muffled, underwater-like pressure in the air vanished—Mu-seong must’ve released his ability. There was no way the others would know. No one besides Mu-seong even knew what his power was, so the idea of him freezing time wouldn’t even cross their minds.
His head understood it, but his heart couldn’t catch up. Eun-jo’s body stiffened as his heartbeat pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest.
Then, the sound of the front door opening echoed softly through the room.
Huh?
Startled, Eun-jo cracked one eye open. A silhouette stood frozen in the doorway.
Heo Nan-gyeom.
What the hell are you doing here…?
He had no reason to be here this late. Sure, the place was furnished like a home, but the team office was still just that—an office. Normally, after hours, everyone returned to the dorms.
Nan-gyeom looked just as confused. He stood motionless at the entrance for a long moment, clearly thrown off by the change in location. Eun-jo, curious what he was up to, cautiously opened his eyes a bit wider—
Shit.
Their eyes met in the darkness—piercing, lucid, unmistakable. Panicking, Eun-jo immediately shut his eyes tight.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. He could feel the gaze now—Nan-gyeom was standing over them, looking down at the five of them tangled together.
“……”
Eun-jo swallowed hard. His brain was already on the verge of short-circuiting. The last thing he wanted was a conversation. Please just ignore this. Just go. He silently pleaded and shifted slightly, turning toward Jin Mu-seong.
That’s when something cool brushed against his lips.
Shocked, Eun-jo’s eyes flew open.
Nan-gyeom’s face hovered just inches away in the dark.
“…You missed a spot.”
He raised the back of his hand. It was smeared with something thick and white—something Eun-jo recognized immediately.
Nan-gyeom stared at him silently for a beat before adding in a low, flat voice:
“You should clean up properly. Anyone could recognize it.”
If he said one more word, the others might figure out everything that had happened. Just as Eun-jo opened his mouth in panic, Nan-gyeom turned without another word, like he’d said all he needed to.
He disappeared into the side room. The door shut behind him, plunging the office back into silence.
What the hell is his deal?
His mind, which had barely begun to settle, was spiraling all over again. Blinking at the closed door, Eun-jo stared in disbelief.
He saw the cum and just… wiped it off and left?
Was he actually insane?
There was no going back to sleep after that. Eun-jo lay wide awake until the first light of morning finally crept in and exhaustion dragged him under.
And so began their uncomfortable cohabitation.
