For a brief moment, Ji-ho found himself oddly relieved that Hye-seong had his eyes closed and couldn’t see his face. He didn’t even know what kind of expression he was wearing, but the thought just popped into his head.
If Baek Hye-seong—who believed so firmly that he was a good person—ever started to suspect otherwise…
He didn’t want to think about it. Pressing his face into Hye-seong’s shoulder, Ji-ho wrapped his arms tightly around him and slammed his hips upward.
“So hurry up and make me sick of this, Hye-seong. Okay?”
“Haa, ngh, it’s too deep—ah, aah!”
He knew full well that what Hye-seong had said earlier didn’t mean this. But something twisted inside him, some petty defiance bubbling to the surface.
Just like Hye-seong had said—this was something an Esper could experience temporarily. Just a phase to pass through.
“Until then, just behave. Open when I tell you to. Suck when I say so.”
“Ahh—hngh, aah…!”
“That’s your job, isn’t it? Got it?”
Each time Ji-ho thrust in straight from above, Hye-seong’s hips bounced upward.
Every time Ji-ho pulled out and filled him again, cum leaked from their joined bodies and dribbled down his skin.
When he buried himself deep enough to crush his balls against Hye-seong’s body, he could feel the stretched inner walls clinging so tightly they seemed to follow him out when he withdrew.
By now, Hye-seong’s insides were so full of Ji-ho’s cum they were overflowing. But to Ji-ho, it still wasn’t enough.
Not even close. He was going to keep filling him until he felt full—completely, undeniably full.
“You’re going to keep doing this until I get sick of it.”
“Hhngh… okay…”
So he’d get tired of it faster. Ji-ho kept pushing his cock in deeper and repeated himself again and again.
***
Ever since Ji-ho had admitted—even to himself—that he was acting like he was in heat, his behavior had grown even more animalistic.
As if determined to get it all out of his system during this window of time, Ji-ho hadn’t left Hye-seong alone for even a second since they got home. Like people who’d forgotten time existed, they moved from room to room in the massive house, never once separating.
After gently washing the limp Hye-seong, Ji-ho would slip right back in, pushing his cock into that still-damp entrance.
While Hye-seong dozed off in sheer exhaustion after sunrise, Ji-ho had sent the staff at his private residence away early. Then he’d made Hye-seong eat with his cock still inside him at the dining table.
When he saw Hye-seong struggling to chew properly, Ji-ho had clicked his tongue—and only then did he stop touching him, if just for the duration of the meal.
He fed him porridge and water on schedule to keep him from passing out, coaxing and soothing him through every moment.
His legs had long since lost their strength, but he didn’t even have time to feel discomfort. He didn’t need to walk on his own, after all. Even then, Ji-ho’s cock never lost its presence.
They were practically never apart. Aside from the time it took to swallow food or pass out in sleep, they spent every waking second having sex.
Hye-seong hadn’t even set foot in the room Ji-ho had prepared for him. The luggage he’d brought from home was still sitting in the car, untouched.
“H-Hold on, I need… I need a break…”
“Sure. Let’s take a short break.”
Panting, Hye-seong collapsed against him. Ji-ho grabbed a water bottle from the bed and took a swig. Then he held Hye-seong’s jaw and let the water pour gently into his mouth. Hye-seong gulped it down, one swallow at a time.
“Haa…”
Ji-ho always claimed it was Hye-seong who couldn’t go without his cock, but if anyone was desperate to keep it inside, it was Ji-ho himself.
It almost seemed like Ji-ho had taken this vacation solely to get as much guiding as possible. Wanting to match his pace, Hye-seong had done his best—but this was beyond excessive.
“We’re done. For now.”
“Uuugh…”
Hye-seong whimpered like he was about to cry, and Ji-ho let out a low laugh. His fingers pressed into the backs of Hye-seong’s knees, and his back hit the mattress again.
Do all Espers do this? Is it normal for them to be this insatiable for days on end?
If so, being an Esper sounded exhausting.
Or maybe they just had such absurd stamina that increased desire was a natural side effect.
As a Guide, Hye-seong could only judge from experience—he wasn’t an Esper himself. But with Ji-ho, he had no frame of reference. Everything he’d experienced in this area had happened after becoming Ji-ho’s Guide.
At first, he’d constantly questioned it all. But soon enough, he hadn’t even had the strength left to wonder. He felt like his whole life now revolved around this.
Sometimes, he really did start to feel like Ji-ho wanted him—not just for guiding.
If he hadn’t been thoroughly trained, he might’ve gotten the wrong idea. Might’ve let himself hope. Might’ve gotten hurt.
But what Ji-ho wanted wasn’t him. It was the guiding. He had to keep reminding himself of that.
Even though his mind knew it, his body had already adapted. The cock driving into him no longer even hurt. As his vision swam again, Hye-seong clamped a hand over his mouth and shut his eyes.
“Ahhh, mmgh, nngh…!”
During the day, Ji-ho was at least gentle—talking to him, pretending to care.
But at night, it was terrifying how relentless he became.
The faint light seeping in through the window was dawn. Another full day had passed like this. Like an idiot, Hye-seong started crying.
Ji-ho licked the tears from the corners of his eyes as he kept thrusting into him.
Mouth agape, Hye-seong panted. It felt like all the moisture had been drained from his body. His eyes, soaked from repeated pleasure, stung from how raw they’d become. He didn’t even have the strength to sob anymore.
“Ugh… Yoo Ji-ho, I’m gonna die, seriously… please… stop…”
His voice cracked, barely holding together. Ji-ho let out a breathless laugh.
“Don’t lie. You’re leaking like this, haah…”
“Ahh—haa…!”
Even now, after all that, his body—completely broken in—still responded to Ji-ho’s touch.
When Ji-ho’s wet tongue touched a swollen nipple, Hye-seong arched up automatically.
He no longer tried to stop him from touching his cock or nipples. He’d given up, telling himself there was no point in being embarrassed over something necessary for energy transfer. But instead of embarrassment fading, all that happened was his body started reacting faster.
The hole that once seemed impossibly tight now took in the thick cock with ease. Ji-ho lifted Hye-seong’s light frame and slowly sat him down on top.
As he moved his arms, he could feel the slick inner walls massaging every vein of his cock. Watching Hye-seong tremble on top of him, Ji-ho smiled faintly. Meeting his eyes, he whispered low:
“Can you feel how tight it’s clinging?”
“Mmngh… yeah…”
Still locked in eye contact, he pressed him down hard—until the twitching entrance swallowed him all the way to the base. Hye-seong’s pale thighs trembled.
“Haa… It’s like your body’s telling me not to leave.”
Bathed in moonlight, Hye-seong’s pale body was a mess of flushed blotches. Meanwhile, Ji-ho looked fresher than ever. That beautiful face hadn’t changed. His stamina, of course, showed no sign of waning—in fact, it seemed to get better.
Too exhausted to hold himself upright, Hye-seong reflexively rested his hands on Ji-ho’s firm chest—then gasped and pulled back.
“……!”
But eventually, he reached up and wrapped both arms around Ji-ho’s shoulders. His ears, without fail, turned a bright, glowing red.
“…Fuck…”
As if responding to a signal, Ji-ho groaned and started thrusting wildly again. He licked and bit down on the nape of Hye-seong’s neck, muttering nonstop.
“Ahh… so good… aah…”
“Hhnn, slow down, ngh, wait—aaah!”
Ji-ho always got excited when Hye-seong looked at him with those clueless eyes. And when Hye-seong started to move on his own, chasing the pleasure, he groaned like an animal.
Grabbing fistfuls of his messy hair, Ji-ho pulled him in for another kiss. Hye-seong, who’d been clenching his teeth to hold back his moans, opened his lips the moment Ji-ho’s tongue slid in.
Not just his mouth—his entire body was melting.
More than anything Ji-ho did, it was kissing that made Hye-seong lose his mind. Even when he cried like a child saying he couldn’t do it anymore, if Ji-ho kissed him, the tears would stop.
As he kissed him feverishly, Ji-ho flipped him over and pressed him down, moving like he wanted to leave a mark with every thrust. He cupped Hye-seong’s cheeks, locking their eyes together as he drove in, over and over.
“Haa… It’s all I can think about. I’d be fine dying like this.”
“……”
His ragged voice, thick with moans and breathless heat, filled the bedroom.
“Every time I saw those freaks acting like they’d die without fucking their Guide, I thought they were pathetic.”
“Hngh, slow down…!”
“But fuck… I guess now I’m one of them.”
Letting out a bitter laugh, he pried open Hye-seong’s lips and plunged his thick tongue inside. He licked up the saliva that had spilled out and dove deeper, like he wanted to claim everything.
“I don’t even know why I’m like this.”
Ji-ho whispered.
Hye-seong’s eyes quivered wildly. He shut them tight, like he was scared of what he’d see.
When the arms around his neck slackened, Ji-ho pulled him into a tight embrace—holding him like he never wanted to let go.
