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Wonho thought he had slipped in smoothly, but the unfamiliarity of something entering a place that had never been filled before was undeniable.
It didn’t take long for him to fully grasp the fact that he had inserted his own finger inside.
After all, he had seen how to prepare an entrance like this before.
Feeling Haebom’s body tense up in shock, Wonho furrowed his brows.
It wasn’t just his body that had stiffened—his entrance clenched so tightly that it felt like it might trap his finger.
If it was already this tight with just one finger, would he even be able to fit himself inside…?
Clicking his tongue in mild frustration, Wonho carefully wrapped his hand around Haebom’s length.
As he gently moved his fingers, his eyes stayed fixed on Haebom’s face, watching for any reaction.
He was surprised, but it didn’t hurt or anything, so Haebom’s arousal remained just as firm.
Wonho felt relieved that Haebom hadn’t gone soft and wrapped his hand around him, moving slowly.
“Ah…! W-Wonho…!”
“If you don’t want this, push me away. Because I really can’t stop now.”
Still, earlier, if Haebom had truly refused and recoiled in disgust, maybe Wonho could have stopped.
But now, even if he pushed him away and cursed at him, Wonho couldn’t let go.
He had reached his limit.
His body was already burning from the increasingly intense waves of Haebom’s guiding energy, and the way Haebom’s skin fit perfectly in his grasp made it unbearable—so much so that even his arousal ached with pain.
The only way to release this was to push himself into this small, tight space and fully immerse himself in Haebom’s guiding energy—no, in Haebom himself.
If it were just about guiding energy, the levels would have already dropped as low as possible.
But that wasn’t all Wonho wanted.
Haebom reached out, placing his hand over Wonho’s, which was slowly stroking his own length.
He had meant to push Wonho’s hand away, but with the relentless assault from both sides, his strength failed him.
“Haah… ngh! Mm…! Hnn…!”
He covered his own mouth with one hand to stifle the strange sounds escaping him, while the other struggled to push Wonho’s hand away.
But rather than stopping, Wonho’s hand only moved faster, sliding up and down with increasing urgency.
The slick, wet sounds filling the air made Haebom feel even more lightheaded.
He could feel a finger slowly pushing deeper inside.
The overwhelming sensation of being rubbed there, combined with the unfamiliar intrusion, left him breathless.
Experiencing this for the first time, Haebom instinctively squeezed his eyes shut.
The call button that Wonho had handed him had long since slipped from his grasp, and even if it were still in his hand, he clearly wouldn’t have had the presence of mind to press it.
Wonho barely managed to restrain himself from slamming his own into Haebom just like this.
He knew that if he didn’t prepare him properly, it wouldn’t just be a matter of pleasure—it would only hurt.
The materials had explained how to make guiding as efficient as possible.
If the guide felt pain, the guiding energy would be severed instantly.
However, what filled Wonho’s mind right now wasn’t guiding.
That didn’t mean he wanted to hurt Haebom, either.
But he couldn’t help the growing impatience gnawing at him.
Clumsily, he moved his fingers, working to stretch the tight space.
It was unbearably hot and narrow…
He clenched his teeth, grinding them together with a strained groan.
It felt like his brain was melting from the overwhelming heat of excitement.
“Ah…! Ugh, it feels…! Wait, stop for a sec—ugh…!”
Wonho pushed his finger all the way in, which had only been halfway inside before.
Then, he probed and rubbed along the inner walls, searching for that particular spot that was said to bring a man pleasure.
The moment his fingertip brushed against a slightly swollen area, Haebom’s tightly shut eyes flew open.
A more desperate, sultry moan slipped past his lips.
Overcome by the unfamiliar sensation, Haebom reached out to Wonho with both hands, silently pleading for him to stop.
But instead of pulling away, Wonho pressed down even harder on that sensitive spot.
“I’m going to add another. Tell me if it hurts.”
Saying it wouldn’t change anything… Wonho swallowed the rest of his words.
After all, Haebom had told him to stop countless times, yet Wonho had never once stopped.
As if he were acknowledging Haebom’s words, he grasped the hand that had reached out into empty space and guided it down to Haebom’s groin, the same hand he had been using to stroke him.
It was a silent command—if it hurt, he should take care of himself.
The sensation of an additional finger slipping in was unmistakable.
He slid a finger in, this time with a little more ease than before, though still somewhat clumsy.
Because Wonho’s fingers were thick at the joints, every movement in and out felt intensely stimulating.
Haebom trembled, his jaw quivering as he took in the unfamiliar sensation.
It wasn’t that he was in pain or disliked it—he was just overwhelmed by the strange feeling, afraid that Wonho might press that spot again.
“Ah… ngh…! Wonho, Wonho-ah….”
Haebom called Wonho’s name as if pleading.
Wonho liked the way Haebom repeated his name twice like that—it was endearing.
The slick sound of gel melting between his fingers mixed with Haebom’s voice ringing in his ears.
He felt like he was about to burst.
If he didn’t push inside Haebom right this moment, he thought he might die.
Unable to hold back any longer, he quickly increased the number of fingers, pressing deeper against the sensitive inner walls.
Each time he added another finger, the tight heat clenched around him, only to loosen again when he rubbed against a sweet spot.
“Agh… it hurts…”
Tears spilled over in an instant.
Until a moment ago, it had been an unfamiliar pleasure mixed with a lingering ache, but now it felt like something was forcibly pushing its way inside, tearing through raw flesh.
Tears blurred his vision, making it hard to see.
His whole body trembled from the unfamiliar pain.
“…Kgh, hey. Yoon Haebom? Are you—ugh, are you okay?”
“Hngh… Ugh… Ah, it… hurts…!”
Wonho, who had been solely focused on spreading Haebom open and pushing inside, only came to his senses when Haebom’s guiding energy was suddenly cut off all at once.
It wasn’t that he was disappointed about losing the energy—far from it.
Since they were in the middle of guiding, there was no way Haebom would have stopped it on his own.
If he had wanted to stop, he would have pressed the button.
Only now did Wonho realize that the button had already slipped from Haebom’s grasp.
That meant he had been so lost in Haebom’s body that he had completely lost control.
But the moment the guiding energy cut off, it was like a bolt of lightning struck him—just barely, he managed to grab onto the last thread of his rationality before it snapped entirely.
And when he did—when he looked at Haebom’s face—he saw him trembling, his features twisted in pain.
“Yoon Haebom, look at me.”
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