Flinch.
Feeling something stir within, Seo-ha forced a smile as his eyes darted nervously. Back when he used to yap on about his spot, he’d learned to brush off the situation because too many jerks had tried to pull tricks on him. He hadn’t said it after confirming anything—it was just something to deflect.
‘It’s there… it’s definitely there!’
But now, as Han Ju-oh subtly pressed and probed to confirm something, Seo-ha was the one who felt the change first. A vague ticklishness just beneath the surface—it felt like if it went just a little deeper, something serious might happen. That creeping sensation started making him uneasy.
‘It’s supposed to feel good… but if it keeps going, I don’t know if that’s a good thing. I’ve never actually felt it before, so I’m hesitant.’
This was like peeking into a mysterious new world, unsure if it was safe to step in. That’s why he couldn’t just come out and say, If you go just a little further in, I think you’ll hit the right spot.
But the world doesn’t only communicate through words. That meant…
“Hiiik!”
Ju-oh saw it—the twitch of Seo-ha’s brow, the fear-laced glint in his eyes, the lips parted as if pleading—and so, he pushed straight in.
Like someone being shoved from behind while teetering on the edge of the unknown, Seo-ha tumbled forward. His body lost balance and took that first step into unfamiliar territory—and the result was a blinding burst of white overtaking his vision.
“Uh…”
“It’s way in deep.”
Seo-ha felt vaguely grateful that Ju-oh had found the wellspring buried so deep inside, but if he kept hacking away at it with a metaphorical axe, it’d be a disaster…
He tried to distract himself with every random thought he could summon, anything to avoid immersing himself in what was happening—but Han Ju-oh wasn’t one to stand by idly and watch.
“You’ve still got the energy to think about other things?”
“Uh… Hey! Hngh—”
When Ju-oh began deliberately pressing into that spot, Seo-ha didn’t just see white—his mind emptied completely.
“Hngh. Ah. Auh. Hhh…”
Seo-ha was on the verge of losing it. Each jolt slammed through him like a pounding heartbeat, mouth hanging open, drooling unnoticed. Every time Ju-oh entered him, his body crumpled inwards, the tender inside quivering violently, legs splaying helplessly.
“Sl-slow down…”
The rough pubic hair grazing his ass or the hands sliding over his chest and nipples weren’t even the issue anymore. The raw intensity of what was happening inside was so overwhelming, Seo-ha couldn’t even think about pushing Ju-oh away.
Guiding?
What even was that?
There was no room in his overloaded brain to think about anything other than what was happening now. He couldn’t possibly focus on guiding in this state.
“This is… hngh… driving me crazy. Why is this so… d-dizzying… ah!”
Was the whole world going mad? Seo-ha panted, melting in waves of pleasure. Everything about him was being bent to Han Ju-oh’s will. There was no strength left to fight back, no room to reclaim control. Seo-ha could do nothing but drown in the relentless stimulation.
Fingers clenched the sheets, his head thrown back as lightning-sharp ecstasy surged again and again, gulped down without pause.
“Hhh, uh… seriously…”
Words didn’t come out right. Every time Ju-oh thrust deeper, Seo-ha’s whole body lurched in response.
What felt like endless sex kept dragging on until Ju-oh’s rhythm sped up—and all that built-up desire finally exploded at once.
“HhhAH—!”
Seo-ha hadn’t even been touched there, but his cock had grown flushed and hard, and now, a cloudy stream of cum spurted out. Dazed, he stared blankly as Ju-oh remained still, pressed flush against him, unmoving like a statue—yet the inside was tingling.
His insides and the raw skin around them, worn down by Ju-oh’s back-and-forth, now throbbed and stung. Just from the residual sensation, Seo-ha knew that if he were touched now, it’d burn. And yet, despite that, the itchy tingling inside…
“Hey! You’re supposed to pull out!”
Seo-ha snapped irritably as he realized Ju-oh had finished inside him—but then something clicked in his mind.
“You—!”
Ju-oh grinned.
Seo-ha, catching on to exactly why Ju-oh had finished inside, could only let out a delayed, stunned breath. It was too late. The deed was done.
It wasn’t an imprint. There was no mutual emotional resonance, so imprinting shouldn’t occur. But during insertion-based guiding, if it’s the first time—it could still create a recognition trigger.
Seo-ha glared.
That only worked the first time. And Han Ju-oh had clearly done it on purpose.
“You think this means I’m gonna fall for you?”
Huffing in frustration, Seo-ha shoved his hand against Ju-oh’s chest to push him away—but froze.
“You…”
Han Ju-oh’s heart was pounding.
Sure, it’s not like people’s hearts actually stop, but Ju-oh’s was beating way too fast—and that was the problem.
“You’re not gonna burst or something, right?”
Seo-ha muttered, finally noticing something else about Han Ju-oh he’d been too caught up in climax to realize.
And especially now—when they should be in a post-climax daze—Ju-oh’s state made absolutely no sense.
As Seo-ha stared, dumbfounded, Han Ju-oh finally opened his mouth.
“I like you, Baek Seo-ha.”
“……”
“I said I like you.”
“You crazy bastard…”
Why the hell would he say that while still buried inside?
Seo-ha was caught between sheer disbelief and secondhand embarrassment as the unexpected confession landed on him in the most inappropriate of moments. He couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“I swear, Han Ju-oh… you’re the reason I’m laughing right now.”
Even though he already knew how Ju-oh felt, hearing it again with that serious expression didn’t feel bad at all. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t as sharp as usual—he didn’t catch on immediately.
The change unfolding inside his body.
***
“So…”
How the hell was he supposed to explain this?
He checked the numbers on his watch. Then checked again. Took a screenshot. Checked again. Shook his wrist. Checked again.
“Did I really guide this much?”
He was usually hyperaware of energy flow, but the overwhelming stimulation from being so physically close to Ju-oh made him miss it—several times.
And that wasn’t all.
When the actual penetration happened, he’d pretty much blacked out halfway through.
“I had way too much faith in myself.”
He thought he could track the flow perfectly, like always. He’d been obsessed with energy control for so long that this caught him totally off guard.
“Still… this can’t be right.”
Sixty-five percent?
He should be pleased—but instead, something felt off.
“Was sex really the answer all along?”
He remembered back when Espers used to crowd around him, trying to convince him to try insertion-based guiding. But even kissing hadn’t raised the numbers, so he figured going further wouldn’t help. But what if he’d been wrong?
Thunk. A weight settled on his head, and Seo-ha looked up.
“Drink some water.”
Having already showered, Han Ju-oh handed over a bottle of water. Seo-ha accepted it while Ju-oh twisted the cap off his own and drank. Watching the cool, smooth motion of his throat made Seo-ha realize just how thirsty he was.
“Baek Seo-ha, drink and rinse off with cold water.”
As Seo-ha twisted open the bottle without much effort, he found Ju-oh’s words a little irritating. If he’d already opened it, he could’ve just said so. Still, while drinking, he mulled over what Ju-oh had said.
“It’s hard enough just getting up… and now you want me to shower in cold water? That’s kind of cruel.”
Despite his grumbling, Seo-ha didn’t really mean it. Ju-oh had been taking care of him—he couldn’t pretend not to notice. And honestly, part of his heart had already started to lean toward him.
“Get a grip.”
“What? Do I look like I’m still out of it to you?”
Seo-ha paused mid-sip and looked over at Ju-oh. Clean and refreshed, his face practically glowed—and Seo-ha awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Just looking at him made Seo-ha want to wash up too, so he figured he’d wrap this conversation up quickly.
“If you were thinking clearly, you wouldn’t say weird shit like that.”
“What the hell are you even talking about? Are you trying to pick a fight now that you’ve gotten what you wanted? Seriously, Ju-oh, if this is how you’re gonna be—”
“What you said about sex being the answer.”
Seo-ha froze.
Ju-oh had heard him.
He’d muttered it to himself, thinking Ju-oh was in the shower… and yet…
“It’s just—the matching rate went up a lot. Honestly, I was really… upset about it.”
He changed the subject midway.
‘Upset’ didn’t even cover it—he’d nearly quit everything altogether. The depression he’d felt from that single number had been crushing. So what he’d said slipped out without thinking.
But he knew it probably didn’t sound great to Ju-oh, so Seo-ha’s voice grew smaller and smaller.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that… even to myself.”
Especially now, when the heat between them hadn’t even fully cooled off—it wasn’t the right time. He apologized.
If he’d known it would end like this, he’d have been more careful…
While fidgeting with the bottle, he caught a whiff of Ju-oh’s familiar scent—and suddenly, Ju-oh was right there.
When Seo-ha looked up to see him, his body was lifted along with his gaze.
“What are you doing?”
“You need to shower.”
“I can do it myself.”
He flailed his arms, trying to get down, but Ju-oh didn’t so much as flinch. Even though he’d already washed up and his still-damp skin was now pressed against Seo-ha’s, he didn’t seem to care.
“You’re gonna need to shower again anyway.”
“Then I’ll just shower again!”
Ju-oh strode into the bathroom and gently lowered Seo-ha into the tub.
Warm water wrapped around him, and Seo-ha let out a deep breath without even realizing it. He looked up at Ju-oh, surprised he hadn’t just gone in to wash himself.
Seo-ha was the type to take care of others—but being taken care of like this?
It wasn’t something he was used to. And maybe that’s why his face lowered, awkwardly flushed with unfamiliar warmth.
