“Even if it was mostly C-ranks, you’re saying it was… fun?”
“You really do remind me that you’re an S-rank. I heard you didn’t even bother checking Matching Rates and just accepted whoever showed up.”
“Yes. But I think the A- and B-rank Espers probably checked their Matching Rates before coming. No way they’d have shown up if it wasn’t even 20%.”
“No… I’m sure there were people who came just to mess with you.”
“I agree with that. You didn’t fail to Guide a single person, right? You pulled it off in the end?”
“Yes…”
“I bet he just assumed the low Matching Rate meant the Esper was in bad shape and brute-forced it by pouring out his energy, didn’t he?”
“With Tae-rim’s wide Guiding range, that sounds entirely plausible.”
“There’s a reason Central keeps singing praises of S-ranks. There really is.”
The three of them clicked their tongues as if struck by renewed amazement. Lee Tae-rim felt awkward under the attention. The conversation soon drifted to a new topic.
That afternoon, Tae-rim ended up stopping by the ward during lunch to get a muscle ache injection. As soon as the shot kicked in, his back felt light—like he’d never been in pain to begin with.
Whether the rumors had reached the medical wing or not, the doctor prescribed him a generous supply of muscle relaxants. It was a bit embarrassing, sure, but the doctor explained that the Center’s in-house formula worked far better than anything you’d get at a pharmacy. Letting go of his embarrassment, Tae-rim gratefully took the meds, already deciding he’d come back for more when he ran out.
Apparently, Seon Juho had caught wind of the gossip too. He kept glancing at Tae-rim nervously all day. Tae-rim, knowing full well that Juho couldn’t control the literal glow and halo around his face, chalked it up to something he couldn’t help—but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t feel bad about it. Tae-rim hoped he was at least a little remorseful, so he let the guilt trip run its course.
If Juho had any conscience at all, he should feel guilty. Tae-rim had been asleep, and yet the man still went and did that. Feeling guilty was the bare minimum.
Dinner was, in a word, a meat feast. It usually was, but tonight’s table was packed with medicinal meat dishes. They’d planned on drinking wine after the meal, but Juho brought out ginseng liquor instead. Tae-rim had no choice but to drink it.
When he got home after work, he found that another liquor shelf had been added to the house. This one was packed with all sorts of medicinal alcohols.
While Tae-rim sipped from his glass and watched a drama, Seon Juho was busy browsing health food recipes and filling out meal requests. The man was utterly sincere—dead serious about it all.
“Juho. I’m not weak. I’m in perfect health—healthier than anyone could possibly be.”
“But still…”
In the end, Tae-rim had no choice but to stop him when Juho started adding all kinds of superfoods to the order.
“It’d be better if you just searched for positions that don’t strain the lower back.”
At Tae-rim’s words, Juho’s eyes lit up. “Okay!” he chirped and dove right back into his search with renewed focus.
At least he listened well. Smiling faintly at how cute he was, Tae-rim turned back to his drama.
***
Most positions that didn’t strain Tae-rim’s back ended up being variations of doggy style. Seon Juho seemed a little disappointed but went along with it without complaint, putting Tae-rim’s comfort first.
Tae-rim also wasn’t thrilled about not being able to see Seon Juho’s face, but after experiencing more than enough with just the missionary position, he didn’t stop him from experimenting. Still, this new position was proving to be a bit challenging.
“Do we really have to do this?”
“Why? We’re just switching things up.”
After going at it twice in doggy style, Seon Juho had paused for some foreplay, letting Tae-rim catch his breath. Then, out of the blue, he swapped positions with him. Tae-rim was caught completely off guard.
Lying back on the bed, Seon Juho pulled Tae-rim on top of him and guided him to lift his hips.
Tae-rim swallowed hard. He knew being on top meant the penetration would be deeper—but he wasn’t sure if Seon Juho realized that. Juho had simply smiled, saying this position was easy on the back too. He even said he’d studied up on it…
Eventually, Tae-rim raised his hips. Seon Juho held his own cock and slid it between Tae-rim’s cheeks. Tae-rim bit his lip as he felt himself being filled again. It had only been their second night since last week, and though they’d practically kept it inside all day back then, he still wasn’t used to the size.
Once he was in deep enough, Seon Juho grabbed Tae-rim’s hips and gently pulled him all the way down. Tae-rim inhaled sharply—he could feel it reaching so deep it felt like it was pressing against his stomach.
“Hngh!”
“You don’t have to move, hyung. Just stay still.”
“Huh?”
No sooner had he said it than Seon Juho bucked his hips sharply, smacking against him from below. Tae-rim gasped—he’d thought it was all the way in, but apparently not. The damn thing was annoyingly huge.
“Ugh, uh, mm…”
Seon Juho was doing all the work himself, thrusting up while holding Tae-rim’s waist in place. Sure, it didn’t hurt Tae-rim’s back—but every other part of him was another story.
Looking up at him, Seon Juho’s face was wild, beastlike. But that raw, feral expression was strangely thrilling. Tae-rim glanced down at where they were connected and shivered—Seon Juho’s gaze was locked on it with a dizzy, lust-drunk look, like he was feasting on something delectable.
Slap, slap. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room. Seon Juho was pounding into him at a terrifying speed, showing no signs of fatigue. The hole, already loosened by foreplay and two prior rounds, greedily swallowed his thick cock.
“Ah…!”
Just then, Seon Juho gripped Tae-rim’s waist tightly. When he couldn’t hold back anymore and pressed him down a bit more, his cock slid in even deeper. Tae-rim let out a loud, involuntary moan, covering his mouth in shock.
“Hyung… did you feel that?”
“…”
His voice was high, almost feminine. Tae-rim could only widen his eyes, still feeling the dull throb that echoed inside him.
“Hyung…!”
“Ah! Ah!”
The slap of flesh grew louder. Seon Juho was thrusting with brutal intensity, trying to bury himself even deeper. Tae-rim couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his mouth. His body eventually collapsed forward.
“Ju, Juho… ah! Ah!”
Resting against Seon Juho’s chest, Tae-rim moaned helplessly. It felt like his vision was going white. The pleasure was even more intense than when he’d been an Omega. His mind blanked out completely. His toes curled involuntarily. The way Juho’s cock pounded into him from below was overwhelming.
“St–stop! Ah!”
He wanted to pull away, but Seon Juho’s grip on his waist was too strong. All Tae-rim could do was scratch at Juho’s chest. The pressure of release kept building. He wanted to scream at him to stop, that he was going to come, but only moans spilled out.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
In the end, Tae-rim’s cock erupted, spraying out in a hot burst. His mind went blank, drowned in the waves of pleasure. But even as he climaxed, he had to dig his nails into Seon Juho’s chest—because Juho wasn’t stopping.
“Hyung, uh…!”
Tae-rim’s orgasm had made his inner walls clamp down hard around Seon Juho’s cock. Gripping his trembling waist, Juho thrust up once more—and finally came. His cock twitched violently, squeezed so tightly it almost hurt, and emptied inside him.
Gasping, the two of them lay there in silence for a moment. Seon Juho was the first to speak.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
Tae-rim didn’t answer. Worried he might’ve passed out, Seon Juho quickly sat up.
“Hyung?”
His cock slipped out naturally. Seon Juho supported Tae-rim’s back and looked at his face.
“I told you to stop…”
Tae-rim’s face was streaked with tears. He glared at Seon Juho, stammering.
“Did it hurt?”
“…”
That wasn’t it. It had hurt—but more than that, it had felt too good. Tae-rim bit his lip.
“Should we not do that again?”
Seon Juho asked cautiously. Tae-rim bit his lip again, unable to answer. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it either. Pouting, he muttered:
“Just… take it easy next time. I was just caught off guard…”
“Okay. Got it.”
Seon Juho gently laid Tae-rim down and leaned in for a kiss. Though he was being careful, the sweetness of the kiss made it clear—he’d thoroughly enjoyed himself and wanted more.
Slowly, his cock began to press into Tae-rim again. Feeling the familiar girth enter him once more, Tae-rim instinctively wrapped his arms around Seon Juho’s neck.
Seon Juho started to move his hips, gently this time. Tae-rim’s body trembled as his sensitive inner walls were grazed again. Juho moved with care at first, easing in and out—but the pace soon picked up.
“W–wait…!”
Tae-rim’s startled cry made Juho stop immediately. He looked down at him in alarm.
“What is it? Does it hurt?”
Seon Juho asked with concern. Tae-rim bit his lip.
“It keeps… hitting that spot.”
“Huh?”
“It keeps hitting there. W–what am I supposed to do…?”
“…”
This time, Seon Juho’s expression grew serious. He sat up and gently held Tae-rim’s waist, starting to move in and out slowly—testing the depth.
