Seo Eui-woo relentlessly thrust into Kwon Jae-jin without pause, making him climax repeatedly. He showed no intention of controlling his strength. With his thick glans, he vigorously stirred Jae-jin’s insides, thrusting wildly and chaotically.
“I love you, Jae-jin. Ah, your hand… it’s mine.”
“Yes, ugh! Ah!”
“Your eyes are mine too. Everything… every piece of Kwon Jae-jin belongs to me!”
“Ow, it hurts! Ah, ah! Ugh!”
Even after Jae-jin climaxed twice in succession, Eui-woo didn’t stop. Watery semen trickled out, and eventually, nothing came out, yet he didn’t cease. He penetrated deep into the rectum, blatantly marking his territory.
This place was only for Seo Eui-woo, it belonged to him.
Jae-jin was only for Seo Eui-woo.
It wasn’t just the flesh inside. Kissing, sucking on his tongue, and leaving red marks all over Jae-jin’s body, Eui-woo wished these traces would last forever, like tattoos.
No, he even felt the urge to carve his name into the imperfect core lodged in Jae-jin’s heart.
The sticky emotions lurking within him were defined by words like obsession, restraint, possessiveness, or monopoly.
The feelings that Seo Eui-woo had divided and distinguished as affection and lust stemmed from the same root but were distinctly different in nature.
The name of that emotion was jealousy.
***
Kwon Jae-jin had been injured after a long time, four months to be exact.
The relentless pounding from Seo Eui-woo had torn his entrance. From the start, it was forcefully stretched and swollen red, so it was inevitable that he would get hurt from such intense thrusting.
Moreover, it wasn’t on a comfortable mattress but on a hard metal floor with just a single sheet.
Eui-woo, unaware that Jae-jin was injured, continued to thrust fiercely until he saw blood mixed with semen. His expression changed.
“…Jae-jin. You’re bleeding.”
“Ugh…”
Jae-jin trembled in Eui-woo’s arms.
Breathing was difficult, his chest heaved heavily, and his joints were bruised all over. His inner thighs trembled violently as if seized by cramps. And at the point of their connection, bright red blood was smeared.
Seo Eui-woo froze, his eyes wide open in shock.
He had been punching the steel wall of the bunker until his knuckles bled, not caring about the pain, but seeing Kwon Jae-jin injured made his mind go cold, as if doused with icy water.
His gray eyes flickered with anxiety.
“Are… are you okay? Does it hurt?”
As he pulled out his member, which had been deeply embedded inside Jae-jin, blood that had pooled within dripped down his thighs, staining the sheet red. Panicked, Eui-woo frantically searched for a healing factor.
A small, square healing factor flew in with a whooshing sound like a bullet, and Eui-woo roughly tore the cap off with his teeth, injecting it into Jae-jin’s neck. Still anxious, he vigorously massaged Jae-jin’s limp arms and legs to help the medicine take effect quickly.
Jae-jin hung his head, panting heavily, his arms dangling limply. His heart pounded fiercely.
The aftermath of their violent intimacy still lingered throughout his body, and the wounded flesh inside him burned as if cut by a knife. The sensations, whether pleasure or pain, were overwhelming. Jae-jin’s current situation was no different.
‘Mon… ster…….’
Jae-jin coughed, the motion causing his body to jolt painfully.
Seeing Jae-jin’s pained expression, the color drained from Eui-woo’s face.
“…Eui-woo.”
Jae-jin called out to him, his tongue dry.
“Yes, yes. Jae-jin.”
“Water, please…”
Before he could finish, two bottles of water swiftly arrived. Eui-woo hastily opened one and carefully tilted it to Jae-jin’s lips, ensuring he drank slowly to avoid choking.
After quenching his thirst, Jae-jin leaned weakly against Eui-woo.
The healing factor was taking effect, making his entire body feel heavy and warm, his mind hazy.
Eui-woo looked down, his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
His eyes, rimmed with dried tears, and his disheveled black hair framed a face filled with dark melancholy.
“…I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jae-jin.”
Eui-woo’s feelings for Jae-jin were overwhelming. He desperately wanted to be in a relationship with him, to cherish and protect him. He had resolved to defy his own nature for Jae-jin’s sake. His intentions were sincere.
Moreover, they had just redefined their guiding principles together.
<Until now, guiding was for me. It was an act solely for my benefit, to ease my imbalance.>
<But now I understand. That’s not it… We guide for both of us, Jae-jin and me.>
Despite his grand declarations, Seo Eui-woo found himself in a situation where he had injured Kwon Jae-jin and was now using a healing factor to treat him, just like any other esper would.
He hadn’t intended for this to happen.
“I just…”
Moments ago, he had been blinded by rage, his reason clouded by violent passion. His blood boiled as if evaporating within him.
The thought of Jae-jin guiding another esper filled him with fury, consuming all rational thought. He was driven by a single-minded determination to stop it, to assert his claim.
If Jae-jin had insisted on guiding, Eui-woo might have gone to extreme lengths to prevent it. He might have even used restraints to keep Jae-jin from leaving.
He would have done anything, used any means necessary, to stop Jae-jin from guiding. If pleading didn’t work, he would have resorted to torment and coercion, even torture, to achieve his goal.
Eui-woo fell silent, unable to speak, as if choked.
He had believed he had no intention of hurting Jae-jin, but upon reflection, he realized his true nature was willing to break Jae-jin’s spirit at any cost, revealing a brutal and dominating will.
To Eui-woo, Jae-jin was uniquely precious, yet he was willing to hurt him to bend him to his will.
It was a contradiction, an incomprehensible paradox.
Eui-woo had not yet fully grasped the nature of his feelings, the jealousy that consumed him.
He was ignorant of love and its complexities, unaware that love had many facets beyond what Jae-jin had shown him.
Just as every object casts a shadow, and the moon has a dark side, love is not merely joy and happiness. The deeper the affection, the darker the emotions that follow.
Obsession, restraint, jealousy…
Such feelings are beyond anyone’s control, and for Eui-woo, they were even more intense due to his inexperience with love.
Love was not just about dates, anniversaries, and exchanging rings. Those were merely superficial aspects. The essence of love lies in forming a unique bond with another person.
It encompassed both the positive emotions stemming from affection and the inevitable negative ones. Eui-woo simply did not understand this duality.
Silent, Eui-woo embraced Jae-jin tightly, burying his face in his neck.
Seo Eui-woo’s lips pressed against Kwon Jae-jin’s bruised neck, his high nose and well-shaped lips buried in the skin.
Jae-jin calmly gazed at Eui-woo, who was kissing him in a mix of confusion and affection. He felt he understood what Eui-woo was trying to say without needing to hear the words.
“…It’s okay.”
Jae-jin paused to catch his breath before whispering softly.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“What…?”
“I don’t feel any pain at all… I didn’t even realize I was injured. So, it’s okay.”
Jae-jin flexed his limp fingers, slowly clenching them into a fist. The tingling sensation in his hand signaled that his bodily sensations were returning.
He struggled to lift his arm and wrap it around Eui-woo’s neck, pulling him closer in a comforting embrace. He gently stroked Eui-woo’s disheveled hair, soothing him.
“Jae-jin.”
Eui-woo blinked slowly, his dark eyes filled with shadows.
His face bore no trace of a smile.
Eui-woo had stayed up all night, not sleeping a wink or eating anything.
In that state, he had used his abilities extensively and remained on high alert to protect Jae-jin from the center.
Jae-jin had inadvertently sparked Eui-woo’s fiery reaction.
In truth, Jae-jin also felt guilty.
He had thought that merely holding hands with other espers would be better than guiding them, believing it was a clever way to challenge fixed notions.
He should have considered that Eui-woo would vehemently oppose it.
