With his head tilted back and a soft groan slipping past his lips, Park Woo-jun gradually opened wider, inch by inch, until he finally took it all the way to the base. The swollen glans was shoved deep into his throat, squeezed tightly by the constriction.
Without an ounce of resistance, Park Woo-jun kept his mouth full, compressing the length as if molding it to fit. Lee Han-seo felt lightheaded. Kneeling obediently, the Esper had his cock buried in his mouth, and Lee Han-seo trembled as he clutched the Esper’s hair with all ten fingers. The large hand gripping his thigh tightened, locking him in place.
“Mm, ah, Woo-jun, babe, wait, I-I think I’m gonna… ah, I’m gonna cum…”
His longtime boyfriend knew exactly how Lee Han-seo’s body reacted. With his hot tongue snaking along the underside of the shaft, it only took a few minutes before Lee Han-seo was panting and begging for release.
Just as his vision was about to go completely white, Park Woo-jun abruptly pulled back, letting the cock slip from his mouth with a wet pop.
Without hesitation, Lee Han-seo grabbed his slick, throbbing cock with the same hand that had been tangled in Woo-jun’s hair. He assumed Woo-jun wanted him to finish on his face instead—it wouldn’t be the first time he’d asked. But this time, things took a different turn.
Pressing a firm finger to the glistening tip, wet with pre-cum and saliva, Park Woo-jun looked up and unexpectedly ordered, “Turn around.”
A strange unease prickled through him. “What? You’re not gonna finish it here?”
“When have I ever done you wrong, Han-seo? Trust me, baby. Now turn around—good boy.”
That damn older brother tone always did something to him. Gritting his teeth, Lee Han-seo decided to just go with it and slowly turned around.
Facing the wall, he felt Woo-jun press against his back, nudging him forward. With a foggy mind and no suspicion, Lee Han-seo took a hesitant step closer. Soon, faint moans leaked from his tightly sealed lips.
“Hnn…!”
“You’d better hold it in. If you cum on the wall, that’s just nasty. Got it?”
The raw, overstimulated head of his cock dragged against the cold, gritty cement wall—an unbearable sensation that left him breathless.
With a smirk, Park Woo-jun spread his firm cheeks apart with both hands. The hole, still puffy from the night before, looked slightly swollen. The sight made something primal stir in him. He leaned in and gave it a gentle kiss. Lee Han-seo’s hips twitched in place.
Each twitch rubbed his cockhead against the wall. If he pulled his hips back, his ass ended up right in front of Park Woo-jun’s face, trapping him in a lose-lose situation. He stood awkwardly—caught between the wall and the heat behind him.
“Han-seo, baby. You remember this room isn’t soundproof, right?”
“Yeah. I know. Damn it.”
“Hehehe…”
The thighs and ass cupped in his palms were firmer than ever, more fun to play with. Woo-jun kneaded the exposed flesh eagerly, then dipped low to lick the hole—broad strokes, teasing probes, and deep sucks. The muffled moans overhead grew louder, less restrained.
It wasn’t enough. The twitching entrance looked like it was begging for something more. Abruptly pulling back, he slid a finger in deep, and Han-seo’s whole body jolted.
He knew it wasn’t from pain, so he teased, “What’s wrong, baby? Hurts that bad?” In reply, the inner muscles only clamped tighter around his finger.
“Haa… uhh…”
When he looked up, he saw Han-seo’s glazed eyes, his mouth covered with a trembling hand. It was a beautiful sight.
Silently, he added another finger. He massaged the sensitive ring, the tight channel eagerly gripping around his fingers. Thanks to the generous coat of spit, he moved with ease.
When his long middle finger brushed the sensitive lump deep inside, Han-seo’s hips bucked forward. His cock rubbed against the wall again, making him flinch and bite down hard on his fingers. Woo-jun didn’t even have to chase him—the reaction came naturally.
“Hiiik… uh, uh…”
The urge to hoist Han-seo up and slam into him surged inside Park Woo-jun, but he restrained himself. For now, he took his pleasure in exploring with his thick fingers. Inside, it felt like warm fruit jam, or thick, melted peanut butter.
It hadn’t been long when the sharp beep signaling the end of visiting hours echoed through the room. Outside, someone jiggled the locked doorknob.
“Huh? That’s weird. Why’s the door locked…?”
Trembling, Lee Han-seo grabbed Park Woo-jun’s wrist, still moving deep inside him. He didn’t say a word, but the desperate grip begged for mercy.
Woo-jun licked his lips, then turned Han-seo around once more. As his fingers continued to probe, he took the swollen, leaking cock back into his mouth. That was all it took. Han-seo came instantly, as if he’d been holding it in for hours.
“Hnn, hnn… ah…!”
A thick stream of cum filled his mouth, accompanied by a choked moan. Woo-jun swallowed it all without spilling a drop.
“Team Leader? Are you in there? Team Leader Park Woo-jun!”
As the knocking continued, Park Woo-jun sucked on the still-twitching cock like he was drawing the last of a drink through a straw. Only then did he pull up the boxers and pants that had fallen around Han-seo’s ankles.
Lee Han-seo crumpled to the floor, spent.
Picking him up in his arms, Park Woo-jun returned the camera to its original angle before unlocking the door. Outside stood a bewildered staff member, fumbling with the master key on his waist.
“Ah, sorry about that. We had something personal to talk over.”
“Ah, I see. Sorry to interrupt. By the way, the next time slot’s open too. Would you like to extend your visit?”
Woo-jun cast a sidelong glance at Lee Han-seo, who was panting like he’d just been hit by a truck, looking completely dazed. Then, with a surprisingly composed air, he gave a slight shake of his head.
“No, it’s fine.”
He spoke with the calm elegance of someone who could easily pass for a textbook example of a high-ranking official—dignified, composed, and thoroughly respectable.
***
[From: Ministry of Interior and Safety – Planning & Coordination Office, Disaster Response Coordinator
To: Esper Affairs Center – Chief of Espers and Guides
Subject: Participation Notice – “Global Symposium for a Better World and Safer Tomorrow: Reassessing Dungeon Control Systems”
- Regarding the International Disaster Safety Agreement (March 19, 20xx).
- The “Global Symposium for a Better World and Safer Tomorrow: Reassessing Dungeon Control Systems” will be held on November 7, 20xx. Please review the details and submit the list of participants along with related documents via internal report by end of day, Wednesday, October 26, 20xx.
Attachment 1: Participant List & Pre-Simplified Materials.xlsx
Attachment 2: Event Overview – Global Symposium for a Better World and Safer Tomorrow.pdf
End of message.]
“Hmph…”
With a sigh that sounded like he’d just been handed a school assignment he had zero interest in, Park Woo-jun leaned back in his chair and stared at the document. Across the table, Park Kyu-gwan looked equally unenthusiastic.
“Sunbae-nim. They’re not seriously planning to form a continental alliance team, are they?”
“I wouldn’t call it a ‘maybe’ anymore. Chances are, it’ll be finalized by early next year at the latest, Team Leader Park.”
Following top-down orders was the nature of public service—but still, something about the way the higher-ups were acting lately, combined with the way the international atmosphere was shifting, felt off.
In the past few months alone, countries hadn’t even finished adjusting to the growing number of dungeons before a new threat emerged—monsters with intelligence. The sudden appearance of these entities caused several nations to completely collapse, unable to maintain even the semblance of sovereignty. The list was growing too long to count.
Even the nations still hanging on were abandoning the defense of smaller inland cities, instead consolidating their populations around capitals and major urban hubs.
International video conferences had become a weekly ritual, but they never led to any real solutions. The only consistent outcome was the widening gap between areas that had managed to survive and those that hadn’t.
South Korea, despite its small size, was one of the lucky few. With three S-Class Espers and one S-Class Guide, it had manpower to spare—placing it solidly among the world’s top-tier survivors. Not just in the group, but clearly one of the front-runners.
The proposed continental alliance team was the World Government’s idea—scrap the nation-based management system entirely and build a more utilitarian model to manage broader populations across multiple regions simultaneously.
What had once seemed like nothing more than a vague thought experiment had suddenly surged into serious consideration. Most of the countries pushing the plan were large enough to benefit from such a system, so naturally, the momentum behind it wasn’t slowing down anytime soon.
“A continental alliance team, out of nowhere? Are they serious? We’re already stretched thin as it is. How are we supposed to manage domestic affairs if they keep pulling our people for this?”
They were already grinding Guides and Espers into the ground just to hold things together. It wasn’t sustainable. Woo-jun knew he was being selfish, but he couldn’t stop himself from muttering under his breath.
“So we’re locking in the Guide-side participant list with this?”
“Yes.”
“Got it. I’ll collect the rest and submit it all at once, sunbae-nim.”
The deadline was next Wednesday, so there was still some breathing room. Woo-jun stood up slowly, not feeling particularly rushed. Even if someone did get picked for dispatch, it wasn’t likely to concern him. After all, unless the South Korean government had gone completely insane, there was no way they’d send an S-Class abroad.
