“Huk! Ungh! Ah, augh!”
His unfocused eyes, having lost their will, faintly followed Haimar in the mirror.
His lost arms flailed on his shaking body, clutching Haimar’s neck.
Even that was a gesture close to survival.
His ego was alienated by the overwhelming pleasure, and his body, with only sensory nerves remaining, suffered from the intense heat and hastened toward climax.
“St-stop—Huuung! Ah!”
He felt like he was going insane from the intensely conditioned arousal.
He feared that either his mind or his body would break.
The vortex of pleasure, which had not just overflowed but completely consumed him, continuously pulled Ben towards Haimar.
The forced, difficult position was too much, but the man holding the robust adult male in an awkward posture, and moving violently without regard, went a step further.
He hooked Ben’s knees over his elbows and used his free hand to rub Ben’s slightly protruding abdomen.
“Hik?! Hwatt—”
“It tightens more if I touch here.”
As Haimar playfully thrust his penis harder into Ben’s abdomen, Ben’s toes curled, and his head jerked backward with a gasping sound.
The extended inner wall intensely constricted and gripped the penis more tightly from the entrance, feeling as if the filling penis was pushing his abdomen outwards.
Ben’s arms immediately fell away and grabbed Haimar’s wrist to stop his hand gesture, but their hands ended up intertwining and touching his lower abdomen together.
“H-stop! Waa! Don’t, don’t do thaaat! Hwaaa!”
His navel area was distinctly palpable every time Haimar thrust his penis up.
The feeling of the unmistakable glans being touched by his fingertips, separated only by his abdominal skin, sent shivers down his spine.
Furthermore, the subtle grinding movement while deeply inserted, as if rubbing the glans directly against the fingers wrapped around his belly, made Ben cry out as if he were having a fit.
“Hoo… relax. You’re clenching too much right now.”
“It-it’s okay if you don’t, ah! Haah, uungh!”
“I don’t want to do that.”
“Hwatt! Uuuught! Huu… Kh…!”
It seemed the heavens didn’t split open just because his Esper had become his lover.
His lover, who had been dating him for less than an hour, was still completely awful and awakened a new chapter of pleasure in Ben that he didn’t need to know.
After Haimar had relentlessly turned his insides upside down and thoroughly stirred the deep parts of his belly to satisfy his desire, grinding his lower abdomen where the glans was located with his fingers a few more times, Ben finally ejaculated.
To be accurate, it wasn’t a forceful squirt but more like a continuous dribble.
Every time Haimar pounded into Ben’s soft inner wall, the semen Ben released dripped down Haimar’s shaft.
Haimar seemed to have also climaxed, as Ben felt a sickening feeling of fullness in his abdomen.
Yet, Ben, who even accepted the sensation of the hot semen being ejaculated as a form of arousal, trembled uncontrollably in his thighs.
The moment he thought he was full, one of his previously lifted legs touched the bathroom tile.
He reflexively put strength into the supporting leg, trying to stand on both feet, but he was immediately rammed again with only one leg lifted.
“No, don’t, I-I’m still coming, why!”
“Time to squirt something else, isn’t it?”
“Aught! No…! No! Stop it!”
“I’ll squirt again for you too.”
The position, where he was being penetrated with one leg lifted, facing the bidet, was graphically reflected in the mirror.
It looked like an animal urinating or a primitive animal mating, but Ben had no time to think.
Conversely, Haimar didn’t care which it was.
“I hate this, I hate this…! Huk! I’m still coming—Hit!”
The white fluid that had been dripping quickly changed into a transparent liquid, like before.
His precariously supported leg swayed and weakened from the excessive pleasure, and Haimar grabbed his torso to support him.
But the liquid squirting weakly from his penis didn’t stop, pouring like a waterfall into the bidet.
Gurgle—.
Only the sound of the liquid hitting the water surface filled the bathroom, and only the thin thread of remaining reason recognized his shame.
His body, exhausted by the excessive position, combined with heat and crying, lost all strength and drooped listlessly.
He truly wanted to be angry, but he genuinely had no energy.
His only means of expression was to cry and gasp for breath, and only the unceasing tears conveyed Ben’s sense of injustice.
As if signaling the end of the overheated intercourse, the penis filling his bottom withdrew, yet his body, which considered even that a residue of pleasure, twitched.
Haimar faced Ben and firmly readjusted his grip on Ben’s body, which was flowing like melted butter.
Ben buried his face in Haimar’s neck and barely managed to mutter.
“…Your personality is really… messed up…”
“Even if it is, you can’t back out now. Was it too hard?”
Ben had no energy to retort, ‘Why wouldn’t it be hard?’ Instead, his wet eyelashes served as his answer.
Fearing he would make Ben cry inconsolably again, like last time, Haimar kissed the tears off the face of his Guide, who was panting and taking short, sharp breaths, and savored the sweetness.
Haimar, in tLus—though no one would believe him if he said it—hadn’t intended to push him this hard.
He knew that the request to go to the bathroom was a shallow trick, and although he knew his temper could flip like a coin, he was planning to let it go quietly.
However, the sight of Ben sitting down, dripping his own semen from his bottom, with his entire body flushed red, shook even him, an Esper who was quite confident in his self-control and reason.
And the result achieved was satisfactory.
Ben was generally heated, but the hickeys concentrated around his neck were stained even darker, like a drop of paint.
Haimar had also thoroughly chewed on his ears, leaving rows of teeth marks here and there.
His swollen lips and eyes were a creation entirely his own, not the work of Ellyn and the twins.
It was a shame that he couldn’t fondle Ben’s nipples more affectionately or thoroughly mark the inside of his thighs due to the position and location, but he decided to save those for the next time.
Above all, what was most satisfying was that the psychological and physical fulfillment was excellent beyond words.
The satisfaction of establishing a relationship as a “lover” and not just a “Guide” gave him a sense of fulfillment that was greater than guiding itself.
With his lost emotions finding the path of affection, and his mind and body reaching a state of saturation, Haimar, drenched in a more pleasant languor than usual, ravenously accepted the overflowing energy directed toward him.
“My stomach hurts…”
“I’ll wash you.”
Haimar, who had been holding Ben and enjoying his scent for a long time, moved toward the bathtub at Ben’s barely audible mumble.
He set Ben down in the tub, which was large enough for two, adjusted the water temperature, and soon, warm, gently steaming water began to cover their feet.
“No… it’s not stomachache.”
“Then what is it?”
Ben had never had a stomachache before.
Haimar had always thoroughly and quickly cleaned him up, diligently adhering to the basic common sense that semen left inside would cause trouble.
Yet, the reason Ben unconsciously uttered that his stomach hurt was that even though the penis was gone, his abdomen still felt a sharp pain from the exceptionally deep penetration, first in the bed and then relentlessly in the bathroom.
However, Ben wasn’t confident enough in his personality to admit this honestly, so he quickly changed his answer.
“…I’ll just go with stomachache.”
Meaning, ‘it’s your fault either way, so don’t ask for the reason’, Ben wrapped his arms around Haimar’s shoulders and embraced him again as Haimar sat across from him.
Haimar chuckled softly, holding him and preparing the bath, gauging Ben’s body temperature.
“The heat is gone now.”
“……”
“Don’t eat strange things next time.”
“……”
Perhaps due to the intense sex, the heat seemed to have gone down well.
Only a slight warmth from the act remained in Ben, and the abnormal heat caused by the chocolate had disappeared.
However, Ben only buried his face deeply in Haimar’s chest without answering.
Haimar caressed Ben’s cheek and met his eyes.
“Why?”
‘Ung?’
When Haimar coaxed him gently for a response, Ben sighed faintly.
With the water up to his waist, his body felt relaxed, and he had regained a little energy to speak, so he had to make sure to set a boundary.
“Don’t do that again in the future…”
“Do what?”
“That… you know.”
“Squirting like a fountain?”
‘Is he a question mark serial killer, or what? If only he couldn’t speak.’
“Whatever it is.”
“Hmm.”
The drawn-out refusal, pretending to contemplate, was a clear sign of unwillingness.
But Ben was also troubled.
The feeling of the pleasure-driven body running on an extension line before it had fully calmed down after passing the peak of ecstasy was, beyond being unpleasant, unspeakably shameful.
Even though it wasn’t a genuine loss of control, the feeling was like urination.
And to top it off, he had squirted into a bidet in the bathroom at the end.
Since this physiological phenomenon wasn’t something he could control, he had to control the person who was the source of the phenomenon.
Even though he knew it was likely useless to say anything.
“It was because of the chocolate, but still.”
“Should we check again if it was because of the chocolate?”
“No!”
Ben startled at the absurd suggestion, splashing water.
He was already exhausted to death; if they continued, he really wouldn’t be able to walk out on his own tomorrow.
But fortunately, it seemed to be a joke, as Haimar chuckled and rolled his fingers in the air, locating the bath bombs. Ben finally sighed in relief.
“Lavender? Rose?”
“Hmm… Lavender.”
“As you wish.”
As the water reached their chest, Haimar dropped the purple bath bomb Ben had chosen into the tub.
As bubbles formed and the lavender scent slowly filled the air, Ben started to feel sleepy.
Just as his heavy eyelids were about to close, Ben noticed a shimmering reflection near Haimar’s neck.
