A pale-skinned man with sharp, upturned eyes opened them slowly. His bare upper body rose from the bed, sinewy muscles flexing with balance and control.
“….”
Eeee—
An unbearable ringing filled his ears, making his brow furrow in irritation. The feel of the blanket brushing against his skin was so vivid it bordered on discomfort.
Lately, the symptoms had grown worse—so much so it felt like his insides were twisting. As if the whole world had decided to torment him.
Joo Cheong-gyeong swung his legs over the edge of the bed with a tense, irritable motion. He sat there breathing heavily, hands covering his face as he waited for the dizziness to subside.
He’d been using his ability more frequently as of late. Possessing another’s body came with a heavy price. It was something he avoided unless absolutely necessary…
“Chief.”
A composed knock came at the door, followed by a familiar voice. He already knew the person standing outside was one of his most trusted aides.
Lowering his hands, he spoke in a flat tone.
“Come in.”
Click. The door opened. A quiet, elderly man stepped inside and bowed respectfully before getting straight to the point.
“Cha Eun-hyuk’s team is wrapping up their training.”
“They’ll be entering the base within a few days, then.”
“Yes, sir.”
The old man nodded, voice polite and steady.
“We’re fully prepared on our end as well.”
“….”
Joo Cheong-gyeong gave a slow nod.
The plan he’d laid out with Cha Eun-hyuk was detailed in execution but simple in its overall structure. Before Cha Eun-hyuk’s specialized counter-terror team and support forces raided the base, Joo Cheong-gyeong’s own organization would move first—at the agreed-upon time.
The dual objective was to deliver a heavy blow to Jang Hee-gang’s faction and, at the same time, keep the alliance between himself and Cha Eun-hyuk hidden from outsiders.
…Jang Hee-gang.
His expression turned glacial.
Jang Hee-gang was utterly unfit to lead. He was an aged man whose warped aura reflected the twisted path he’d walked for far too long. Whatever rationality had once existed in him was long gone. Joo Cheong-gyeong knew this better than anyone—he’d been taken in by him as a child and stayed by his side for years.
There was a time, long ago, when Jang Hee-gang had cherished Espers and Guides—those with awakened powers—as precious human assets. But now… now, he killed them without hesitation, depending on his mood.
When he was in that state, it wouldn’t be wrong to call him outright deranged.
The Espers who were repulsed by this behavior began to rally around Joo Cheong-gyeong instead. And one day, Jang Hee-gang tracked down and slaughtered nearly all of them.
Wasn’t that enough?
He had every reason he needed to stand against Jang Hee-gang.
But even so, Joo Cheong-gyeong had no intention of following the plan with Cha Eun-hyuk to the letter.
Instead of heading for the base, he was planning to go to Cha Eun-soo’s residence.
…And really, wasn’t it a little enviable?
How, out of all the countless people in the world, did Cha Eun-hyuk end up with a sibling who was not only a Guide—but one who likely matched him in rank? A younger brother who, even after having his mental state wrecked, still defended the very brother who caused it.
Cha Eun-hyuk, who had beaten the odds of an impossibly rare probability and received salvation early on—Joo Cheong-gyeong found himself both jealous of him and burning with resentment.
But whatever. It no longer mattered.
Cha Eun-soo was no longer just Cha Eun-hyuk’s younger brother and Guide.
From now on, he would live as his Guide.
He would carry out his revenge against Jang Hee-gang through Cha Eun-hyuk… and in the meantime, he would claim Cha Eun-soo for himself. The old man’s comment about being fully prepared had meant one thing: they were ready to retrieve the Guide.
This time, he would not let him go.
Joo Cheong-gyeong recalled the look of surprise on that delicate face when he’d first taken hold of him.
His eyes darkened, sinking into unfathomable depths.
***
Wasn’t this—just maybe—the exact situation he’d been wishing for?
Shim Tae-seong found himself thinking that.
Waking up in the morning in complete emotional stability, with the young man he loved fast asleep in his arms, and the two of them alone in a secluded house with no neighbors in sight…
Truly, these were precious, irreplaceable days.
Even if the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth… he knew that if Cha Eun-hyuk returned, they wouldn’t be able to share a bed like this every night anymore.
Shim Tae-seong looked down at Cha Eun-soo’s bare body, still marked from the night before. His long lashes cast soft shadows over his cheeks, face serene in deep sleep.
Unable to resist the surge of tenderness, he gently pressed his lips to that pale, round forehead.
“Mmm…”
A drowsy sound slipped from Cha Eun-soo’s lips as he stirred, his eyelids fluttering faintly before those lovely eyes came into view.
“…Good morning.”
That sleepy smile was enough to steal his breath. Given the way they’d explored each other completely—skin to skin—it didn’t feel awkward at all to be waking up this way, entangled and bare.
With playful affection, Cha Eun-soo nuzzled his cheek against Tae-seong’s chest. Even knowing it was just the looseness of half-sleep, the softness of his touch and his warm body made Shim Tae-seong’s lower half stir in a very inconvenient way.
“…Ah.”
Cha Eun-soo’s eyes widened. He had clearly felt it—the thick, solid weight pressing against his thigh.
For a moment, their eyes met—and clashed.
“…I’m sorry.”
Lately, he’d already been putting Cha Eun-soo through enough. At the very least, he didn’t want to be rough with him in the morning. He was just about to sit up, forcing down his own urges.
“Bodyguard-nim.”
Cha Eun-soo’s voice stopped him. His cheeks were flushed, a soft pink blooming across his face.
“You don’t have to apologize. I… I want it.”
“….”
Shim Tae-seong froze, gazing down at him.
Still under the blanket, Cha Eun-soo climbed on top of him. His silky skin pressed gently against firm muscle, his plush thighs and soft body blanketing Shim Tae-seong’s abdomen. The man’s erect cock nestled neatly between his round cheeks.
Shim Tae-seong let out a long breath, his abs twitching at the sensation.
“….”
Cha Eun-soo gave a breathy, lewd little sigh as he leaned forward, bracing himself against the mattress. Their faces were so close, they were nearly touching.
Shim Tae-seong’s eyes traced the sensual flush in Cha Eun-soo’s features, then turned his head and swallowed down a groan.
“Hngh… mmph…”
Lowering his arms, he gripped the supple curve of Cha Eun-soo’s ass and spread it wide. His cock, already painfully hard, slid easily along the slick cleft, finding the entrance. And then—like he was returning to his rightful place—he began to push in without hesitation, grinding deep.
The small, familiar hole slowly stretched to fit the shape of that massive cock once again.
“Mmph…! Hahh… aaah…!”
As always, Cha Eun-soo moaned out instinctively, unable to stop the sounds from spilling from his lips every time he took that cock inside.
Even after fully inserting, Shim Tae-seong didn’t release his grip on those firm, bouncing cheeks. He kneaded the flesh roughly in his palms and began to thrust upward.
“Huuuh… mmph.”
“Ahh—hah… nnngh!”
Shim Tae-seong’s relentless hips sent Cha Eun-soo bouncing, up and down, again and again. The motion made the blanket slip off, baring the pale curve of his glowing shoulders—and stealing Tae-seong’s breath.
Feeling that tight pull around his waist, Shim Tae-seong reached one hand up along Cha Eun-soo’s spine, wrapping firmly around the back of his neck, pulling him down.
The face that reappeared above him was overcome with pleasure—eyebrows knit tightly, lips parted in broken gasps. The expression only stirred Shim Tae-seong’s arousal further.
“Haa… ah…!”
Cha Eun-soo surrendered to the bliss, letting himself ride it out, trembling and pliant.
But it didn’t take long for his demeanor to shift.
Still seated astride him, Cha Eun-soo tensed his legs and began to roll his hips slowly. His movements were more confident now—he seemed better adjusted than the last time. His practiced rotation made his tight hole greedily work around the thick cock inside him, squeezing and rippling with obscene precision.
“Hnnngh! Ahh—hah…!”
Each time he dropped down, his insides clamped tight around him, squeezing in rhythmic bursts. Shim Tae-seong gritted his teeth, nearly losing control.
“F-Fuck…!”
“Nnnh—It’s so hot—ahh…!”
Cha Eun-soo’s breathy murmurs, paired with his eyes clouded over in lust, were overstimulating—visually overwhelming.
The blanket, which had slipped earlier and now lay draped around his hips, added to the sweltering heat between their joined bodies, trapping it right at the point of contact.
No matter how often they did it, there was never any room for composure. Shim Tae-seong, once again, surrendered completely.
“—!”
Without warning, he sat up. The sudden movement drove his massive cock brutally deep into Cha Eun-soo, slamming into his inner organs. Cha Eun-soo’s eyes flew wide open as his body jerked, legs flailing in reflex.
“Ah—AHH!”
He’d already been on the verge of tears from the intense pleasure, but this sudden, overwhelming jolt left him gasping, body arching uncontrollably. This, too, was part of what always drove Shim Tae-seong wild.
Effortlessly restraining that slender frame, the man let out a low groan through clenched teeth.
Thrust. Thrust.
He began pounding into him again, obscene and vicious. The thick, dark-red cock disappeared between those wet cheeks, plunging deep into the tightened walls with no restraint. It was already hot inside, but with the constant friction, the heat became unbearable.
Cha Eun-soo found himself genuinely wondering if his insides might melt from the temperature.
The bed never once stayed still—it trembled constantly beneath them.
Like a machine revving into high speed, Shim Tae-seong’s relentless thrusts grew sharper and faster. His cock pressed so deep that the outline of it faintly showed through Cha Eun-soo’s taut abdomen. Breathless, Cha Eun-soo gasped and curled his toes as sensation overtook him.
Shim Tae-seong bit down hard on the young man’s pale, slender neck, then seized those flushed, ripened lips once more. Sweet, broken moans were swallowed into the kiss, coming out as soft whimpers through their noses.
Their tongues—hot, mismatched, greedy—slid and tangled together, guided only by primal need.
It was still early morning, the first rays of sunlight just beginning to spill into the room.
And the two of them greeted the new day with nothing but raw, consuming desire—devouring and being devoured.
