Cha Eun-soo’s hips arched higher with each brutal thrust. His arms failed to hold him up, collapsing against the mat as the thick shaft drove mercilessly into him from behind. His face, however, was forcefully held up in a firm grip, not even allowed the solace of hiding.
Joo Cheong-gyeong leaned over him, pressing his cheek against Eun-soo’s twisted face—warped with pain and pleasure alike.
The way his twitching, clenching hole gripped around him… it was almost unbearably euphoric. Joo Cheong-gyeong relentlessly pounded the spot that provoked the strongest reactions, ensuring even a Guide could feel pleasure.
“Ahhkh…!”
Tears streamed down from Eun-soo’s wide, upturned eyes. His insides spasmed, clamping down hard around the pulsing shaft, and Joo Cheong-gyeong let out a low, guttural sound from his throat.
“You love this so much, and yet…”
He whispered the words while grinding his teeth against the flushed cartilage of Eun-soo’s burning ear, almost like he’d bite clean through.
“Why were you trying to give everything up?”
“Haa… nghk.”
“You don’t just get to die on your own.”
Each word dropped like a punishment, his hips thrusting upward with cruel force. Eun-soo convulsed from the relentless rhythm, mouth open in a silent scream.
Staring down at those flushed, trembling lips, Joo Cheong-gyeong tightened his grip and turned Eun-soo’s face toward him. Then, he bit down hard, leaving clear teeth marks on the swollen lips. Eun-soo’s lower body trembled beneath him, too overwhelmed by the throbbing impact to even register the pain.
Joo Cheong-gyeong recalled the moment he found Eun-soo teetering precariously on that ledge, a man seconds away from disappearing forever. His face, soaked in fear and despair, had made him freeze.
It was a look he’d seen too many times—the face of someone pushed to the edge. But Eun-soo’s case had been both physical and mental. Everything about him screamed collapse. It seemed like the decision to jump had been born from a sudden surge of unbearable stress.
But how could someone like Cha Eun-soo—his Guide, the very person holding up Joo Cheong-gyeong’s world—belong in the same category as those who vanished without consequence?
A Guide was his partner. They couldn’t allow themselves such thoughts so recklessly.
He had killed someone who tried to help him right before his eyes. Someone like Eun-soo—soft, gentle—probably felt like he no longer had the right to ask for help, even though everyone around them now belonged to the faction that had kidnapped him.
So now, it was Joo Cheong-gyeong’s turn to make sure he never thought of surrendering to death again. He needed to drill it into him—he had no reason to despair. No need to throw himself away.
“Ugh!”
The relentless thrusting finally found release, burying itself deep and spilling hot into his core. The sensation of semen spreading inside made Eun-soo clutch the sheets and sob.
“No… nghh… I said no… aah…!”
Muttering protests through tear-soaked lips, his cries were licked away by Joo Cheong-gyeong’s tongue. Finally, he released Eun-soo’s face, kissing down along his pale back before straightening up again.
With his cock still buried deep, Joo Cheong-gyeong slammed it in once more even as he finished. The inner walls, tightened to their limit, clenched hard around the shaft. A wave of brutal satisfaction, immediately followed by insatiable desire, surged through him—and with it came a simmering anger, impossible to ignore.
The unruly, chaotic waves of his Esper abilities, which had raged as though they were the ones in control, calmed obediently through the act of Guiding. Joo Cheong-gyeong found it almost comical how easily that happened, even from his own perspective.
“Ugh… ha…”
The Esper tilted his slackened face back slightly, savoring every last drop of the pleasure flooding his senses. Outside of sex with Cha Eun-soo, he had never once experienced this level of ecstasy. And it was clear that nothing else would ever come close again.
His thick, towering length slid out from inside the limp young man. It scraped roughly along the tender inner walls with no care, causing a sharp mix of pain and residual pleasure that made Cha Eun-soo let out a faint whimper.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the Esper flipped him over. Now on his back, Cha Eun-soo stared up at the bedroom ceiling—until his eyes locked with Joo Cheong-gyeong’s, who loomed over him. As shame and helpless despair twisted his expression, Eun-soo tried to turn his head away.
But the other had already anticipated it and seized his jaw, stopping him.
“I told you not to look away.”
“Our Eun-soo… really doesn’t listen, does he?”
Joo Cheong-gyeong cast his gaze downward, like he was pondering something. Then, after a beat, he reached out toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. From inside, he pulled out a small case.
He opened it. A single pill lay nestled inside.
Just need to break in the body first. The thought crossed his mind as he picked it up.
Cha Eun-soo, who had been eyeing the object with trembling, wary eyes, now began to struggle in earnest—as if some deep instinct screamed at him that this was wrong. He clawed at the hand holding his jaw, trying desperately to pull free.
“Let me go… please, let me go…!”
Joo Cheong-gyeong watched the pitiful resistance with detached amusement, then popped the pill into his mouth. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against Cha Eun-soo’s.
With a crushing grip tight enough to bruise, Eun-soo’s jaw opened just slightly—enough.
A long tongue pushed the pill past his lips. Eun-soo twisted, doing everything he could not to swallow it, but Joo Cheong-gyeong’s tongue was relentless, swirling and teasing inside his mouth, giving him no room to breathe.
“Mmgh…! Nnngh!”
Gulp.
The pill slid down his throat.
Color drained from Cha Eun-soo’s face. Joo Cheong-gyeong finally pulled back, lips curled in a satisfied smile.
“Don’t worry. As if I’d give you something dangerous.”
It was nothing more than a potent aphrodisiac—one strong enough to drown his mind in heat. The remnants of the pill, slightly melted from Joo Cheong-gyeong’s own mouth, still clung faintly to his tongue. He licked the taste from his lips and swallowed.
He wanted to have him while fully conscious, but right now, this Guide needed to be broken in—at least to a certain degree. It wasn’t something that would make him lose memory or awareness. That’s why he’d deemed it acceptable.
“…Well. Maybe some part of you is in danger.”
Joo Cheong-gyeong nipped lightly at the tip of Eun-soo’s nose.
“Your hole, for instance.”
“…!”
“You’ll be begging me to fuck you… crawling your way back under my cock like a bitch in heat. And when you do…”
“I won’t hold back.”
“What are you even saying…?”
Humiliation flared across the young man’s face, tinting his eyes red with shame. Tears welled up once more, and that trembling look—so drenched in vulnerability—only fueled lust. Joo Cheong-gyeong slid a hand down and pushed his middle finger between Cha Eun-soo’s cheeks. The passage, slick with cum, clung lewdly to the intruding digit.
“It means this might already be torn to shreds.”
Feeling his own hole twitch and quiver, Eun-soo shivered as if jolted.
A sudden rush of heat bloomed through his entire body.
No—not just a feeling. His whole pale form, white as snow, was beginning to flush a soft, feverish red from head to toe.
“Fast-acting, huh.”
Joo Cheong-gyeong’s lips curled in amusement as he observed Eun-soo’s reactions. His breathing grew increasingly ragged, chest rising and falling in sharp, erratic motions. The expression on his flushed face—mouth parted, eyes glazed—was breathtaking.
Those eyes, already beginning to lose focus, would flicker into brief moments of clarity, only to dim again with every second. A futile struggle to remain lucid, already doomed.
“Ugh!”
Without warning, Joo Cheong-gyeong pulled his finger out and replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing it just against the rim. He teased it there, lightly dipping in and pulling back, barely breaching him.
The unfamiliar sensation made Eun-soo bite down hard on his lip.
He didn’t want to admit it, but his body was reacting—taut muscles clenched tight around the intrusion, as if craving more despite himself. His entrance stayed stubbornly clenched, but it was no match for the aroused, thick cock that forced its way in with ease, parting him and stirring him up from the inside.
Shlk, shluk.
The slow but steady plunges grew deeper, and Eun-soo’s eyes started to glaze over completely.
“Don’t… aaah… I-I said… no…”
His long legs trembled violently. Joo Cheong-gyeong grabbed both and lifted them, throwing them over his shoulders before slamming in hard enough to rattle the bed.
A wet, heavy sound echoed through the room as he bottomed out. Eun-soo shook his head desperately, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation.
“HuaaAAAH!”
His voice rang out, high and breathless, sweet and dripping with heat. His overly sensitive body, already on edge, now writhed under the drug’s overwhelming effect.
“Fuck… haa…”
Joo Cheong-gyeong’s brow furrowed, exhaling a hot breath. Eun-soo’s tight heat clamped down on him like a vice, pulsing and spasming around him so violently it felt like he might come again.
It should’ve been Eun-soo reeling from the effects of the aphrodisiac—but at this rate, it felt like he was the one getting drunk on it.
“Ah! Nngh!”
Joo Cheong-gyeong pulled out, dragging his cock along the inner walls just enough to skim against vital spots without fully striking them. The tease of it—almost brushing against something deep inside, then retreating—was maddening. Each thrust in did the same.
If he’d still been fully conscious, Eun-soo might’ve sighed in relief.
But now, lost in the memory of that searing pleasure that bordered on agony, he found himself wanting it—needing it back.
“Haahh…”
His pink-stained heels pressed gently into Joo Cheong-gyeong’s shoulders.
That subconscious signal didn’t go unnoticed. A knowing smile played across Joo Cheong-gyeong’s lips.
“What is it you want, mm? Tell me.”
He asked knowingly, feigning ignorance. Eun-soo opened his mouth as if to respond—then clamped it shut.
The fading scraps of reason in his drug-fogged mind barely held back the words he knew he’d regret.
Joo Cheong-gyeong narrowed his eyes at the refusal to respond so easily.
“…! Hii—ah…!”
He fought down the savage urge to pound into him mercilessly, even going so far as to slow the thrust of his hips. As the thick, monstrous cock began to pull out in a drawn-out motion, Cha Eun-soo’s trembling body followed after it—only for his greedy inner walls to cling desperately the moment it eased its way back in.
Squelch… schlk.
The slow, slick sounds of skin sliding against wet skin echoed through the bedroom, sticky and indulgent. The obscene squelch of movement, accompanied by the slick heat of their sweat-slicked bodies, filled the room with debauchery.
The shaft now moved in such a way that it just barely grazed over Eun-soo’s most sensitive spot—never hitting it directly, just teasing, tormenting. The young man clenched his fists and covered his eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming sensation.
But it didn’t last.
Before long, Joo Cheong-gyeong seized his arms and pulled them up, exposing those hazy, glassy eyes.
His gaze trailed languidly down to Eun-soo’s waistline, tracing the curve with a sensual flick of his eyes.
“Hnn… haah…”
Bound and rendered helpless, Cha Eun-soo let out a whimpering moan through his nose. His hips twitched, his hole tightening and fluttering uncontrollably—as if begging for more.
His unfocused eyes rolled in their sockets, finally settling on the man desecrating him from the inside.
