The Worst-Matched Guide 94

“Seo-ha.”

“I want to be alone right now. Can you give me a moment?”

He asked for a little time alone, hoping to soothe the chaos in his chest. Just a short breather. But of course, that didn’t work—Han Ju-oh wasn’t the kind to back off so easily.

“You didn’t pee yourself.”

It was entirely different when he thought that he might’ve peed versus hearing the word come out of Han Ju-oh’s mouth. So different that, while earlier it might’ve just been an embarrassing moment he could bounce past with a bit of fidgeting, now it made him want to bolt out of the room.

“Look. It’s clear. And there’s no smell.”

Han Ju-oh wiped the liquid pooled on Seo-ha’s stomach with his palm and showed it to him—like he couldn’t just tilt his head and see it himself. How very considerate.

“It’s not sticky either. Just water came out.”

Han Ju-oh, oblivious to Seo-ha’s desperate wish not to hear any of this, was fully focused on proving his point. He wasn’t even speaking loudly, but his enunciation was so sharp and his tone so firm that the words lodged themselves straight in Seo-ha’s ears. His entire body must’ve turned red.

“Let’s clean this up first.”

When the sheets had only been stained with semen, he’d pretended not to see it. It was already on his body—of course it’d gotten on the bed too. He figured he’d clean everything up all at once later. But now that he took a closer look, it wasn’t pee. Just as Han Ju-oh had said, it wasn’t sticky, and it was clear. Either way, Seo-ha quickly turned his gaze away. Now wasn’t the time to think about what to even call it.

As he braced himself against the bed to sit up, he felt the liquid run down from his stomach. His face, already burning red, felt like it might explode.

“I didn’t do that on purpose. You know that, right? Even when I black out from drinking, I’ve never been the type to piss on a wall or something.”

“Getting aroused from drinking is fine, but losing control and cumming from the pleasure? That’s not okay.”

Seo-ha was trying to emphasize that even when drunk, he never lost control. But Han Ju-oh took it a different way—as in, you can’t go around doing this kind of thing out in public…

“Are you trying to make fun of me or something?”

Seo-ha’s voice finally rose. He was embarrassed, but Han Ju-oh wasn’t playing along—he refused to ignore it. Just as Seo-ha was about to snap and yell, Han Ju-oh suddenly raised his hand in front of him.

“…What?”

Why is Han Ju-oh’s danger level… zero?

“What did we just do?”

They had sex. They guided. He ejaculated. He even released that clear fluid… Whatever that was. Seo-ha, murmuring in a stunned voice, couldn’t believe how low the danger level had dropped—it had never been this low before. His gaze shifted sharply, and he lifted his head.

“I kept feeling weird, you know?”

His senses had been flickering, like someone was flipping a switch on and off. Everything about Han Ju-oh was a stimulus, a surge of pleasure. But it had felt oddly distant, like the sensations weren’t fully his. That had been bothering him the whole time.

What if that was part of the imprinting process?

Maybe that moment—when he’d been overwhelmed with intense, peak-level pleasure—was when it happened.

As he organized his thoughts, Seo-ha looked over at Han Ju-oh.

“When you imprint, do the other person’s words sound louder? Like even though we’re just talking face-to-face, it feels like you’re whispering right into my ear.”

With a flushed face, he reached out and touched Han Ju-oh’s cheek, ear, neck, and shoulder. Then, with a hint of awe, he spoke honestly.

“It even feels different to touch you. Maybe because I love you… my heart won’t stop pounding. Doesn’t it feel the same for you?”

He pressed his thumb to Han Ju-oh’s lips and asked. Seo-ha had said plainly that every part of him was stimulating, irresistible. But what if he was the only one feeling that way? A sudden anxiety bubbled up.

At that moment, Han Ju-oh flicked out his tongue and licked his lips. His tongue brushed against Seo-ha’s thumb too, and Seo-ha’s eyes fluttered shut, trembling faintly before reopening.

“Our souls have been imprinted on each other. That’s why everything feels even more intense.”

Han Ju-oh explained, gently easing Seo-ha’s curiosity.

‘Imprinted on each other’s souls.’

Imprinted.

Imprinting.

Seo-ha stared at the ceiling, repeating the word to himself over and over.

Back when their matching rate had been 3%—when it had started going up, once, then twice, again and again—he remembered how he felt. He’d wanted to imprint so badly, to escape that bleak reality. But it had always seemed like a mirage, wagging its tail in front of him, always just out of reach.

Even today, he’d braced himself for the possibility of imprinting, but a part of him hadn’t truly believed it would happen.

But if all that effort had finally paid off…

“Then we really… imprinted?”

Seo-ha asked again, looking skeptical as he turned to Han Ju-oh.

“Yeah. Right now, I can feel everything about you, Seo-ha. And the stuff you—”

Seo-ha clamped a hand over Han Ju-oh’s mouth. He just had to bring that up again, the thing Seo-ha was trying hard to forget.

To shut him up, Seo-ha had slapped his hand—still wet with that clear fluid—over Han Ju-oh’s mouth. But he didn’t feel a single bit of guilt. Han Ju-oh had started it with his teasing. What Seo-ha forgot, though, was that Han Ju-oh was a pervert.

The moment he felt Han Ju-oh’s tongue licking his palm, Seo-ha jerked back in shock and pulled his hand away. Han Ju-oh calmly wiped the remaining fluid off his lips.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He seemed totally normal most of the time, but every now and then, he did shit like this.

“And you’re just now figuring that out?”

Han Ju-oh brushed it off like it was nothing.

Well, he had seen every side of him—good, bad, and downright humiliating—since the day they met. Enemies turning into lovers? That wasn’t just some cliché story anymore.

Seo-ha had tangled legs and exchanged fluids with the very man he swore he’d never get involved with. Whatever. He decided it was better not to try and understand Han Ju-oh. That was the only way he could stay sane.

“Anyway, the fact that we imprinted… it’s a good thing, right? I mean, your danger level being at 0 is crazy, and my matching rate being… 99%? That’s insane.”

That same 99, which had made his heart drop in shock when he saw it on Han Ju-oh’s watch, now made him feel incredible seeing it on his own.

“But seriously, how did your danger level drop to zero? It’s so weird.”

“Because an Imprint Guide can heal an Esper’s soul too.”

“Figures. I really am the best.”

Seo-ha grinned smugly. He’d completely forgotten about washing the sheets and cleaning himself up. Even if Han Ju-oh gave him a dumbfounded look, so what?

“I meant to release for the sake of imprinting.”

At this point, shamelessness was his only defense.

When he emphasized that with a straight face, Han Ju-oh didn’t even pretend to listen and stood up. Seo-ha deliberately ignored the fact that his cock was still rock hard, stuck against his stomach. Even after cumming multiple times, it still hadn’t gone down—and that wasn’t Seo-ha’s fault.

It’s not like Han Ju-oh was avoiding him because he was afraid he might let out another stream of that clear “pee.”

***

“Hnn, ah—ah…”

Water trickled down from above, running along his neck and spine. Each time Seo-ha’s ass clapped against Han Ju-oh’s hips, the splash of wet skin echoed louder in the tiled bathroom.

“S-Slow down…”

When he threw his head back, the water from the showerhead hit his face. Even though cold water was pelting him, his body temperature wouldn’t drop. Not unless that hot cock thrusting into him was pulled out first.

From the moment their eyes met in the bathroom, he’d known this was inevitable.

He couldn’t bring himself to push away Han Ju-oh’s fingers as they spread him open. Earlier, he’d resisted because he didn’t want to wet himself again, but Han Ju-oh had solved that problem easily by turning on the shower.

“This way, no one will know even if you do.”

Seo-ha’s brilliance wasn’t limited to the dungeon—it extended to his problem-solving skills in other, less conventional scenarios too.

Once that clear “pee problem” was addressed, he braced himself against the sink and let Han Ju-oh inside. Unlike before, when it was all under the guise of guiding, this time it was pure. Just love exchanged between lovers. Han Ju-oh wanted every part of Seo-ha for himself.

And so began another round of deep, raw penetration that sent Seo-ha’s insides boiling all over again. The way Han Ju-oh touched him up front made him feel like the head of his cock was swelling. Not that he could say for sure—he’d have to check to know—but even the thought tempted him.

Still, taking one hand off the sink meant risking the precarious balance he was barely holding onto.

“Ahh… aah, haah… ngh… nghh, hahahah… I’m seriously losing it.”

Breathless, his moans broke into chopped-up whimpers before Seo-ha burst into an almost crazed laugh.

‘Am I pounding him too hard?’ That’s what Ju-oh thought, but when he glanced back, Seo-ha was shaking his head furiously.

It was that feeling again—the urge to pee.

He was starting to worry it would happen every single time they had sex.

Now that they were imprinted, his body was even more sensitive than before, not less.

He’d always had a sharp sense of release, but today it hit him faster than usual. Except now, that orgasmic high morphed into the urge to piss.

He was about to straight-up mix his urine with the water pouring down from the showerhead.

Is this what imprinting is?

Does everyone pee themselves after imprinting?

With a near-tearful expression, Seo-ha let it go. His urethra twitched, and this second release was less than the first—but still.