Guiding the Rampaging Sub Male Protagonist chapter 26

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As Wonho momentarily pulled back, Haebom sucked in a sharp breath.

If he was going to escape, now was his only chance.

“Ugh… Let go! Wonho, you bastard—!”

“Fuck, don’t say my name. It’s driving me insane.”

For some reason, every time Haebom called his name, a strange wave rippled through Wonho’s entire body.

Just hearing his name from Haebom’s lips felt like guiding in itself.

This was exactly why he had spent a whole week avoiding this brat.

He was like a moth flying straight into the flames, completely oblivious to the danger.

While Haebom was still stunned by the command, Wonho quickly moved.

His speed was beyond what Haebom’s eyes could follow, his exceptional physical abilities coming into play.

And the result—

“Wh-why are you taking my pants off, you perverted bastard?!”

In one swift motion, Haebom’s pants were gone.

Just like that, in the middle of the living room, Haebom found himself stripped from the waist down.

His face flushed bright red in shock.

He flailed his arms in an attempt to grab his pants, but they had already been tossed far away.

Thud.

He heard the sound of fabric landing somewhere in the corner.

Haebom looked at his distant pants in despair, but he didn’t have time to worry about them.

Wonho’s hands were already reaching for the next piece of clothing.

“No way…!”

Wonho’s fingers brushed against Haebom’s underwear.

There were plenty of reasons why Haebom couldn’t afford to lose that last layer of protection.

If asked to list them, he wouldn’t be able to come up with anything concrete, but still—it absolutely couldn’t happen.

He was the kind of person who avoided public bathhouses for this very reason.

Despite the alcohol having completely worn off, the only one acting drunk here was Wonho.

He hadn’t had a single drink, yet he was the one behaving as if he were intoxicated.

Or was it the guiding that was making him act this way…?

“Want me to rip it? Move your hands before I do.”

“N-no! Go away!”

Haebom spoke as firmly as he could.

But there was no way words would work on an Esper who had already lost control.

Wonho didn’t plan to go all the way.

This was just a means to quell the unbearable thirst gnawing at him.

Still, seeing Haebom so desperate to hide something only made him want to see it more.

What the hell had guiding done to him?

He’d never once had thoughts like this—not even with Yoonseo or any other Guide before.

It was all because of Yoon Haebom.

That was the only explanation.

“No… Ah…!”

Even after being threatened, Haebom stubbornly clung to his underwear, refusing to let go.

But in the end, he had no choice but to gasp in shock.

Because the insane Esper actually tore them apart.

Completely caught off guard, Haebom desperately clutched the torn fabric to cover himself.

At least, he tried.

Until Wonho snatched away the last remnants of his underwear.

“Ha… So this is what you were hiding? Because you’re a pretty boy?”

“You fucking psycho…!”

Haebom had only wanted to help Wonho with guiding.

How had things ended up like this?

And to make things even more unfair, Haebom was the one who had been drinking.

Yet, the one acting drunk was clearly Wonho.

Or was he just high on guiding?

There was more that Haebom wanted to hide.

“Wait… You’re hard?”

If there were a hole in the ground, Haebom would have thrown himself into it.

No—he’d rather just die.

Then, he suddenly realized…

“Y-you’re hard too!”

Haebom, now completely exposed, lifted his leg and planted his foot directly onto the very thing Wonho had been straining against.

He hadn’t meant anything by it—he had just acted out of frustration.

Had he known what would come next, he never would have done it.

But it was too late.

His foot was already pressing against the unmistakable bulge between Wonho’s legs.

“Y-you crazy bastard! Put your pants back on!”

Haebom couldn’t believe his eyes.

He had only meant to say that he wasn’t the only one who was aroused, but then, out of nowhere, Wonho started taking off his pants.

And then he tossed them aside.

They landed exactly where Haebom’s own pants had fallen earlier.

Seeing that, Haebom’s eyes wavered violently.

As if his own pants, buried beneath Wonho’s, were a reflection of his future…

“A-Ah, w-wait…! Haa…!”

Haebom instinctively lowered his gaze, and the moment he saw what was happening, he squeezed his eyes shut.

This is insane.

His mind filled with curses.

And it was no wonder—he could see it, that thick, dark red flesh moving between his thighs.

Of course, Wonho was tall and well-built, so it made sense that he’d be big down there too.

But still.

Despite his sharp features and shitty personality, his face was relatively pretty.

Yet, that thing was absolutely monstrous.

Why the hell was he even thinking about another guy’s dick like this?

He didn’t understand.

But he couldn’t help it.

Because he could see it.

“Kh… Haah… Yoon Haebom, tense your thighs. Unless you want to get fucked?”

“Hngh…! You crazy… Ah, aah! Stop moving! Ah…!”

Even without the subject spelled out, it was obvious what he meant.

Haebom had never once imagined doing something like this with another man, but he knew exactly what came next.

Because when it was between two guys, there was only one possible outcome.

This alone was already driving him insane.

He didn’t even want to think about what would happen after.

So he had no choice but to tense his thighs.

But what was making him lose his mind even more was the fact that while that huge, grotesque thing was thrusting between his thighs, the stimulation was spreading straight to his lower half as well.

He didn’t want to feel it.

No—more precisely, he didn’t want to show that he was liking it.

The way he saw it, even if a guy wasn’t into men, if he was stimulated like this, it was only natural to get hard.

Maybe even to come.

But there wasn’t a single person in the world he wanted to show that to.

He wanted to cry.

Loudly.

He was already tearing up, but he wanted to sob even more.

The only thing he could do now was tense his thighs and endure the relentless pounding against his ass, while desperately trying to suppress his arousal.

But the hardest part of all was keeping his own arousal under control.

His cock, now fully hard, seemed to have a mind of its own, completely ignoring his will.

“Haah… Hngh… Huu…!”

And as if that wasn’t enough to drive him insane, there was Wonho, letting out those damn erotic sounds.

Of course, he himself wasn’t any better—his own voice kept spilling out, so he bit down hard on his lower lip.

But he wasn’t the only one making noises.

Just like this was Haebom’s first time, it was also Wonho’s.

The thick, intoxicating guiding energy washing over them, the sensation of their tangled wavelengths unraveling, the way it felt like even their impurities were being melted away—it was all a first for him, too.

And it was dizzying.

A tremor ran through Haebom’s body.

Even if this was his first time with someone else, it wasn’t like he had never ejaculated before.

But now, the looming sense of climax was unbearable.

Wonho clenched his jaw, forcing himself to hold back.

Because Haebom, lying beneath him, hadn’t come yet.

There was no way in hell Wonho was going to finish first.

Even with the mind-melting pleasure threatening to overtake him, his pride wouldn’t allow it.

“W-Wonho…! S-Stop for a second…!”

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