What had once been a pale, soft pink was now so red it looked painful.
“Hhh… You don’t have to do… that, so please, stop now…!”
Frowning, he pressed down on Hye-seong’s nipple with his fingertip, scraping lightly as he asked:
“Don’t have to do it?”
He straightened up from where he’d been leaning close. His abdominal muscles gleamed—some of the semen splattered across Hye-seong’s stomach had apparently gotten onto him as well.
With a sigh so faint it was barely audible, Ji-ho brushed his fingers along Hye-seong’s waist. Then his hand slid down, wrapping around the slick, shiny cock sticking up from Hye-seong’s belly. He stroked it gently. When his hips made a small thrust upward, even more glistening fluid gathered at the already-soaked tip.
Hye-seong shook his head and tried to push Ji-ho’s hand away from his cock. But it was impossible.
“Why would we rush through something we can enjoy just because it hurts a little? We’ve never done that before.”
Once, Hye-seong would’ve agreed with him. But now that wasn’t what he wanted at all.
What he wanted was simple necessity.
Something done purely for guiding—nothing more.
“This is guiding…”
“……”
He wanted to feel—physically, unmistakably—that what Ji-ho wanted from him was only guiding. He wanted it to feel like work, not pleasure. He wished desperately that none of this felt good.
At those words, Ji-ho let out a short, disbelieving laugh. Hye-seong had never known a smile could look so unpleasant—until now.
“Right. To you, it’s always been just guiding.”
“…I’m sorry.”
He had said he’d try to adapt. And now he’d only proven to Ji-ho how inexperienced and unprofessional he truly was—nothing but a clueless rookie who couldn’t keep feelings separate.
The shame made tears threaten to spill.
For a seasoned Esper like Ji-ho, who had lived in this world for years, this was nothing special. Natural, even. But for an inexperienced Guide like him, it simply wasn’t. And Ji-ho would understand that now—clearly.
“And now I’m confused again.”
“…What?”
Silently, Ji-ho dragged his eyes across Hye-seong’s entire body, staring so long it felt endless. Then he exhaled deeply and spoke to the air.
“So because you like me… I can’t suck your chest anymore?”
“…What?”
“How does that make any sense?”
He genuinely looked wronged.
“It’s all guiding anyway. I can put it in your ass, but I’m not allowed to suck your chest…?”
“……”
“How am I supposed to know what I’m allowed to do with rules like that?”
There was nothing Hye-seong could say. And right now, he didn’t have the will to draw new boundaries either.
“Then what about this?”
Settling between his legs, Ji-ho pulled out—his cock sliding free. He pressed the flushed, swollen tip against the entrance and asked:
“Is rubbing my cockhead on your hole allowed?”
“Hhh—ahhk!”
The tip nudged in like it was about to pierce him, pressing insistently before rubbing over the opening. Every time it tried to push into the spot that had been wrapped around him moments ago, Hye-seong’s shoulders twitched violently—but Ji-ho didn’t thrust in.
At the same time, his hand gripped the back of Hye-seong’s thigh sharply. With that force, Hye-seong’s body folded upward, his hips lifting off the mattress.
His knees nearly touched his shoulders, and a strained cry escaped him. Ji-ho looked utterly relaxed, folding his body like it took no effort at all.
His gaze scanned the exposed entrance before shifting to Hye-seong’s face. When Hye-seong finally realized what he intended, he shook his head frantically.
“N-no, don’t—! Ahhh!”
Ji-ho only lifted an eyebrow—knew it—and lowered his mouth between Hye-seong’s legs without hesitation.
“Hhha—ah, no, stop—ahh! Please!”
“Your rules are too weird.”
“What rule—why would you even—!”
His large hand gripped Hye-seong’s ass hard, lifting it into the air and adjusting it easily. Each slight movement dragged the soft perineum and the entrance across his nose and lips.
How could he be so calm—rubbing his face into a mess of fluids that didn’t even belong to just one person anymore?
Watching Ji-ho lower his eyelashes, savoring him as if in leisure, stunned Hye-seong so deeply he had to squeeze his eyes shut.
Every time he spoke, hot breath spread across the wet flesh. Humiliation burned through Hye-seong like fire. Moments later, his head snapped back. Ji-ho’s tongue had begun teasing the entrance before gently prying it open.
“Ahh—nn, ahh…!”
After days of being filled over and over, the hole was softened; even having a tongue at the entrance made it flutter as if trying to pull it in. When Ji-ho pressed his tongue more firmly, the pliant rim opened instinctively, nibbling around it.
“Hnn—no, that feels weird, please, stop—!”
But the thick veins bulging on Ji-ho’s arms, pinning his legs down, told him everything—Ji-ho was feeling too good to hear anything.
Even when Hye-seong pushed weakly at his shoulders, letting out a near-cry, Ji-ho didn’t seem to notice. The sight of that red, swollen entrance twitching had completely taken him over.
He devoured the space between Hye-seong’s legs for a long time—lapping at the mixture of fluids coating him so thoroughly it was impossible to tell whose was whose. When he wrapped his hand around Hye-seong’s cock like gripping a handle, Hye-seong’s hips jerked upward, his perineum smearing across Ji-ho’s lips.
A hot hand stroking his cock, and below that, lips sucking at his perineum and hole—everything concentrated between his legs burned with pleasure.
“Hh—ngh, ah…!”
His brain felt like it was melting away, vision whiting out. A moment later, his body collapsed weakly. As he came, semen splattered into Ji-ho’s waiting hand, and Ji-ho let out a heated groan with his mouth still buried between Hye-seong’s legs.
Tears pooled in both his eyes, spilling down his temples. Unable even to open his soaked lashes, he spoke in a trembling voice:
“Yoo Ji-ho… I’m done… Please… just the necessary part, that’s all…”
“What’s necessary?”
“Well… that is…”
He wanted it to be simple. Straightforward. Contact of mucous membranes, insertion, release—nothing more. That was the bare minimum guiding required.
Maybe Ji-ho read it in his eyes, because his gaze sharpened. He grabbed Hye-seong’s waist with both hands and yanked him down onto his lap.
“Aahhk!”
Still trembling from orgasm, he couldn’t fully control his breathing when suddenly pulled down. He flailed. Ji-ho climbed over him, kissing up his neck before licking the curve of his ear.
“So you’re saying… you want me to slam into you and come.”
The wet sound of him speaking so close made Hye-seong’s shoulders shake. Then Ji-ho pushed his cock—slick with spit—back into the entrance.
“Fine. I’ll put it in. I don’t need permission for that, right?”
He said it even as he was already pushing in. His smoothly lifted lips still looked faintly angry—so much so that Hye-seong couldn’t look at them.
And the moment the cock that had just made him climax drove back inside, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful ripped through him.
