“This—I can’t do this.”
Just as Eun-jo was about to refuse even now, the cock slammed all the way in to the root in a single thrust.
“Huuk…! Ah, hngh!”
A scream burst out of him. The cock that had slipped back out to the entrance rammed deep inside again with a wet thwack! As the thick shaft drilled into the narrow hole like it would tear it apart, the slick fluid pooled inside splashed out.
The vicious cock burrowed brutally into his stomach. Every time Jung Tae-seok snapped his hips forward, Eun-jo could vividly feel his organs being pushed aside and his inner walls spreading open. It felt like his lower belly might actually split apart at this rate.
“Hngh, ah, it hurts! It hurts…! Hhk!”
“You like it when I fuck you right here, don’t you?”
After burying his cock in until their pubic hair touched, he lifted Eun-jo by the waist. The moment the head rubbed against the swollen sensitive spot on the upper wall, Eun-jo’s eyes flew wide open.
“Hnghaa! Ah, ahng!”
His vision flashed white. The tingling pleasure robbed him of his senses. His thighs trembled violently, his toes curling tight. Before he could even adjust to the pleasure—
Thrust!
The blunt cockhead slammed inside again.
“Hngh, ah, nghh! Hah!”
A beastlike cry tore past his lips. He couldn’t feel the pain of being stretched open anymore, nor the heavy ache in his lower stomach.
Only pleasure remained.
Instinctively, Eun-jo rocked his hips, fitting that sensitive spot against the cock. At the clumsy movement, a harsh grinding sound escaped from between Jung Tae-seok’s teeth.
“Fuck, you did this even the first time you took a cock.”
“Hhk, ah, ahhhn… ngh…”
The thought that Eun-jo had acted this obscenely even during his first time made his head spin.
Unfortunately, the one who’d taken Eun-jo’s first time wasn’t him—it had been Park Se-yul. Because the team leader always tested the abilities of their team Guide first.
“I’m the one who opened this place up for you. Don’t remember?”
As he relentlessly ground only against that sensitive spot with his thrusts, Eun-jo convulsed and sobbed.
“Hnghhhk! Ah, stop! Hngh, ah!”
“And this too—hngh—I’m the one who found it. If I fuck you here, you come all over the place.”
“Ungh, hngh, ah!”
The instant the huge shaft jabbed upward inside him, his vision went white again. His entire body shook violently, his waist arching. Eun-jo climaxed, semen spurting from between his legs.
“Fuck, look at you making a mess again.”
Like a fountain, fluid splashed everywhere. There was enough to thoroughly soak Jung Tae-seok’s lower stomach, thighs, and even the sofa. Too thin to be semen, but too colored to be just water.
“And you pissed yourself too. Hm?”
“Ah, hngh, hhk…!”
At the word piss, Eun-jo—who’d been squeezing his eyes shut—looked downward. The sight of the drenched sofa made shame come crashing over him.
Not semen, but piss…
No one but a pervert could do something like this. And despite it being his first time, instead of pain, it felt so good he thought he might die.
Maybe I really am a pervert…
This was all because of that fox-like husband of his.
Even now, with that weapon-like cock still buried inside him, Eun-jo let out a choked sob.
“Hngh, that’s why I told you to stop… hngh!”
When he pushed against the solid chest, the cock lodged deep inside slid out with a wet shluurp. The sensation of his inner walls being scraped sent another shiver of pleasure through him.
“Hngh, ah…!”
The moment he saw the cock spring free outside him, he hurriedly tried to get up. But just as he swung his legs off the sofa, strong arms wrapped around his waist.
“You piss yourself and now you’re trying to run away?”
“Uh, hngha!”
His body flipped over in one motion. His head ended up below the sofa while his legs lifted above it. Holding Eun-jo upside down like he was doing a handstand, Jung Tae-seok spread his legs even wider.
The hidden hole between his ass cheeks was fully exposed. The slit gaped open, making wet noises as strings of saliva-like slickness dripped from it. Smacking his lips, Jung Tae-seok shoved the tip in without hesitation.
“Ahhhk! Ah!”
Eun-jo’s lower stomach bulged noticeably. The moment his eyes rolled back and his body trembled, the cock pierced deep inside him again.
Like pounding grain with a mortar, Jung Tae-seok rapidly rammed into his rear hole. Compared to before, his movements were impossibly rough and urgent. Every slap of skin against skin sent desperate panting spilling out, and Eun-jo’s eyes rolled back completely. Maybe because of the position, the cock felt even deeper than before.
Caressing the swollen lower stomach, Jung Tae-seok drove his hips forward.
Thrust.
The cock punched in, and Eun-jo’s stomach swelled outward like a pregnant belly.
“Hngh… there’s something in here, Yeo Eun-jo.”
“Hhk, uh, ahh…! Hngh!”
When no answer came back, he pressed down on the bulge shaped like his cock beneath Eun-jo’s skin.
“Uaaah! Ah!”
The pressure transmitted perfectly. Eun-jo’s inner walls clenched as if trying to bite the cock off, the shape of it becoming even more distinct under his skin. Groaning, Jung Tae-seok shoved even deeper.
“Ah, ahhhk! H-hyung’s…! Hngh!”
Terrified that something inside him might break, Eun-jo blurted out words in panic. Realizing he’d just answered with whatever came to mind, Jung Tae-seok smirked crookedly.
“You should call it a cock, Eun-jo.”
“Ah, ahhh! Hyung’s cock—hngh—is inside me! Hngh, right here…!”
Eun-jo slapped weakly at the back of the hand pressing on his stomach.
“I like… having your cock inside here. Hngh, hnghaaa! Ahh!”
He thrust in until their pubic hair touched. Penetrating deeper than seemed physically possible, tearing past the inner walls and pushing farther inside, he made Eun-jo cry out while gasping for breath.
Again and again, Jung Tae-seok drove his cock into that place.
Thunk. Thunk.
As the cockhead repeatedly battered against it, the entrance to the colon that had remained closed for days slowly began to open.
Finally, his cock pushed fully inside.
“Ah, ahuh, hnghaaa! Ah!”
The soft, wet entrance of the colon wrapped tightly around him. At the sticky pressure clinging to his cock, Jung Tae-seok let out a low groan.
“Hngh, Eun-jo.”
“Hngh, ngh, hhk…! Ah, hngh!”
He wanted to thoroughly ravage Eun-jo’s colon until it stretched permanently into shape, but seeing him doing nothing except shedding tears made it impossible. Wetting his dry lips, Jung Tae-seok desperately suppressed his urges.
Pulling his cock out, he laid Eun-jo down on the floor.
“Hngh, this… hngh… went too deep… hhk…!”
“Did it hurt?”
“No… hngh… it’s weird…”
As if trying to gauge just how far it had gone in, Eun-jo fumbled over his own lower stomach.
“Y-your thing reached all the way… here…”
At that moment, Jung Tae-seok heard the snap of his own restraint breaking.
His plan to go slowly so Eun-jo wouldn’t run away vanished completely. Before he knew it, Eun-jo’s ankles were already hooked over his shoulders.
He continued thrusting until Eun-jo’s body folded entirely in half. The ass being smacked repeatedly by his balls turned bright red, and Eun-jo unconsciously began rocking his hips back.
“Ah! Deep, too deep—hnghaaa! Ungh, ah, feels good…”
Gripping his ass tightly, Jung Tae-seok pounded into him like an animal. The instant the cockhead shoved back into the colon, hot, wet cum flooded inside.
“Hnghaaa! Ah, ahhh!”
Screaming, Eun-jo threw his head back. His legs trembled violently, his vision turning completely white.
He climaxed.
Breathing in ragged gasps, Eun-jo’s body collapsed limply onto the floor. There was no focus left in his eyes anymore.
“Ungh… Eun-jo… Yeo Eun-jo.”
Lowering his legs gently, Jung Tae-seok slowly rocked his hips. He intended to smear every drop of his cum against the colon walls. He kept thrusting for a long while so not even a little could leak out before finally pulling himself free.
Squelch.
The hole closed again with a wet sound. It seemed Eun-jo’s body even remembered how to hold his cum inside.
Lying down beside him, Jung Tae-seok pulled Eun-jo into his arms. Tucking him close against his chest, spoiling him after tormenting him, he even offered him his arm as a pillow while gently stroking his hair.
“Hngh…”
Only panting softly until now, Eun-jo finally managed to part his lips.
“Did we… do this every time…?”
“No.”
Jung Tae-seok answered after pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Normally we did it five times.”
“Five times?”
“We’re newlyweds. Isn’t five times kind of low?”
Even someone inexperienced like Eun-jo knew five times wasn’t normal.
Especially not sex this intense, this exhausting, repeated five times over.
The arm he’d been leaning against suddenly felt burdensome. As Eun-jo slowly tried to wriggle away, Jung Tae-seok abruptly pulled him back by the waist.
“Why?”
His eyes curved gently in a way that made it impossible to believe this was the same man who had just relentlessly fucked him moments ago.
“Want me to suck you off down there too?”
“Hyung is seriously…”
Staring blankly at him, Eun-jo added:
“Let’s get divorced… us…”
I can’t live like this.
With the sound of Jung Tae-seok’s low laughter as the last thing he heard, Eun-jo’s consciousness drifted away.
It was a provocative, overwhelming first time.
***
It would’ve been nice if things continued with them rolling around together afterward, but Eun-jo didn’t give in so easily.
He spent two whole days bedridden and groaning in pain, and even after his body recovered, he kept avoiding Jung Tae-seok. They still ate together and visited places they’d gone before, but every time the atmosphere turned strange, Eun-jo would very obviously flee.
Of course he did.
His very first time had ended with…
Me pissing myself!
He couldn’t become some serial bedwetter at this rate.
Remembering the day they’d tangled their bodies together, Eun-jo blushed furiously. Fortunately, Jung Tae-seok didn’t pressure him much either.
Though he occasionally stared at him with dissatisfied eyes whenever Eun-jo started avoiding him, he never outright grabbed him.
Maybe he was taking Eun-jo being eighteen into consideration.
At least he has a conscience.
…No, that wasn’t right.
If he had a conscience, he wouldn’t have gone that rough in the first place.
Throughout the entire drive in Jung Tae-seok’s car, Eun-jo steeled himself while recalling that day.
The place they arrived at was the Center.
“This is the Guiding Room.”
Acting completely at home, Jung Tae-seok walked inside without hesitation and casually perched on the desk. His movements were so natural, like he’d always done this. Tilting his chin, he pointed toward a chair.
“Sit. No one comes barging in here carelessly.”
It wasn’t large, but the office had everything it needed. A personal desk and chair, and in one corner a sofa arranged almost like a lounge area.
But the thing that caught Eun-jo’s attention most was the bed further inside.
A bed?
It looked far too elaborate to just be for quick naps. A pale pink blanket covered the king-sized bed, and there were even two pillows and two cute little cushions on it.
When Eun-jo’s gaze wouldn’t leave the bed, Jung Tae-seok grabbed his hand.
“What.”
“……”
“Wondering why that’s there?”
Delight flickered in his eyes.
The old Eun-jo would’ve grabbed Jung Tae-seok’s cheeks and demanded, Who exactly are you calling hyung? But unfortunately, the current Eun-jo had no room for that.
At most, he could only vaguely sense:
At this rate, we’ll end up doing it again.
When Eun-jo avoided his gaze, Jung Tae-seok pressed further.
“Eun-jo, hyung’s asking you something.”
Still staring at the floor, Eun-jo muttered defensively:
“Normally offices don’t have beds in them.”
“All Guiding Rooms do. When urgent Guiding is needed, we have to quickly…”
He’d been about to say shove it in, but Eun-jo’s clear eyes lifted toward him.
Without realizing it, Jung Tae-seok swallowed the words back down and changed course.
“Anyway, stay here while I’m gone.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve got training, reports to write… Someone dumped all the work on me, so I’m busy.”
Apparently even people with supernatural abilities still had ordinary office work to do. When Eun-jo obediently nodded, a large hand ruffled his hair.
“If anyone comes in, tell them to fuck off and call me. Did you bring your pager?”
“Yes.”
“If they won’t leave, throw a chair at them. Tch—no, Eun-jo.”
Despite saying he had to go, Jung Tae-seok’s hand wouldn’t leave him alone. After stroking his hair, he started touching his cheek, and now he was teasing along his neck.
“Ah, fuck…”
A sigh escaped Jung Tae-seok’s lips. He wanted to sweep everything aside. Why hadn’t the Center collapsed today?
“Yeo Eun-jo cracked his head open and yet…”
“Hm?”
“It’s nothing.”
Shaking his head, Jung Tae-seok forced his heavy body upright. But seeing Eun-jo looking up at him with such an innocent face made his feet stop moving again.
“Stay here.”
He barely managed to leave those parting words before turning away. Then a small voice drifted from behind him.
“But…”
As though he’d been waiting for it, Jung Tae-seok immediately turned around. Eun-jo blinked at him before glancing toward the bed and asking quietly:
“Would it be okay if I lie down there for a bit later?”
“……”
“Um… I didn’t sleep properly last night…”
The more Eun-jo’s fingers fidgeted together, the stranger Jung Tae-seok’s expression became.
After hesitating briefly, he answered with a quiet, “Yeah,” and hurried out of the office.
The moment the door shut, Jung Tae-seok looked down at himself. The outline of his erection was painfully obvious beneath his pants.
“Haa…”
Forget being a hyung or whatever—he really needed Eun-jo’s memories to come back soon.
Running a hand over his face, Jung Tae-seok left the Guiding Room. Unlike when he’d walked here with Eun-jo, exhaustion was clearly written across his face now.
***
“I don’t think they’re actually married…”
Lying sprawled across the soft bed, Eun-jo muttered to himself.
That house they called their newlywed home didn’t have even the most basic things—no wedding photos, no wedding album.
“They’re not some couple who’ve been married twenty years. How does a newlywed house not have wedding pictures?”
