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He should have been focused on getting Go Yeonwoo out of there immediately, but Han Jihyuk couldn’t stop himself.
Who could hold back, when the one thing that could wash away all his agony was right in front of him?
“…Haa.”
Finally pulling Go Yeonwoo into his arms, Han Jihyuk let out a heavy breath.
Just from that simple contact, the pain began to ease.
The agony that had hammered at his brain like a drum, the suffocating pressure that had choked his breath, the piercing tinnitus that had felt like screaming—all of it began to fade.
Not even Woo Jiyoo, his original guide, had been able to do this.
No matter how skilled she was, he could never calm him this quickly with just a touch.
But this living cumdump in front of him… No, Go Yeonwoo, had done exactly that.
Someone capable of neutralizing a ticking time bomb in mere seconds—Han Jihyuk couldn’t see him as human anymore.
“…Why the hell did it have to be you?”
Go Yeonwoo had killed Woo Jiyoo.
For Han Jihyuk and the other three, it was a wound they kept reopening.
They could never forgive Go Yeonwoo for killing their irreplaceable guide.
Yet, they couldn’t kill him.
It was like an unbreakable rule.
Not that they wouldn’t—they couldn’t.
Because Go Yeonwoo was something beyond Woo Jiyoo, as if he had been born to be their guide all along.
The hatred still burned. …Or did it?
Han Jihyuk gradually stopped caring.
No—that was a lie.
How could it not matter?
The man who had given him breath, Woo Jiyoo—how could his death not matter?
“Ha.”
With a dazed mind, Han Jihyuk ground his hips against Go Yeonwoo’s ass.
The torment that had been eating at him had dulled somewhat, but it wasn’t enough.
The monster inside him, still hungry, hadn’t calmed yet.
The half-sated thirst only made him more frantic.
He buried his face in the unconscious Go Yeonwoo’s slack shoulder, then parted his lips and sank his teeth deep into the soft flesh.
Go Yeonwoo’s body twitched faintly.
Even without consciousness, pain drew a natural reaction.
Han Jihyuk pressed his tongue firmly against the wound, his eyes feral.
The blood, which should have tasted metallic, was sweet instead.
It wasn’t even funny anymore.
How could his whole body not be sweet when he was guiding like this?
Han Jihyuk kept sucking at the wound as his hand slid down to his own waistband.
Mmm, uhn…
His phone had been vibrating incessantly in his pocket.
Logically, he knew he should answer it—but he couldn’t stop devouring Go Yeonwoo.
Pulling away, Han Jihyuk gripped the base of the fake cock stuffed inside Go Yeonwoo’s hole and yanked it out in one sharp motion.
The stretched entrance gaped open, twitching helplessly.
Mesmerized by the lewd sight, Han Jihyuk lined up his own cock and slammed in.
Thud!
Sheathing himself to the hilt, he bared his teeth like an animal.
His eyes were unfocused, pupils blown wide with rabid lust.
Thrust, slam, thud!
Losing all reason, Han Jihyuk fucked into him with brutal force.
The wet slap of skin echoed violently with every snap of his hips, so harsh it felt like bones might shatter.
“Nn—uh, hng…!”
Go Yeonwoo’s gagged mouth spilled muffled moans—he must have regained some awareness.
His body twisted weakly, confused and overwhelmed by the relentless pounding.
“Stay still. Unless you want your neck broken.”
“Ugh—hk, nn!”
Han Jihyuk snarled at his squirming and bit down hard on Go Yeonwoo’s ear, drawing blood just like he had with his shoulder.
He lapped at the crimson trail obsessively before hammering into him again, forcing the tight hole wider, driving deep enough to batter the walls of his colon.
Each thrust made the clenching inner muscles flutter and cling to his cock.
The suffocating tightness wrenched another curse from Han Jihyuk.
“Fuck…”
He pulled out completely, the wet pop of separation obscenely loud.
Squelch!
“Uuugh—!”
Not satisfied, he rammed back in, harder this time.
The force sent a visible ripple through Go Yeonwoo’s ass, the pliant flesh jiggling obscenely.
Slap, slap!
The lewd sound of their joining filled the air.
By now, slick arousal had spilled over, making the glide filthy and effortless.
Go Yeonwoo’s hole greedily swallowed him whole.
“Ngh—uh, hah!”
Even buried to the hilt, the greedy walls kept pulsing around him, unsatisfied.
Han Jihyuk’s breath hitched as he pistoned his hips without pause.
His heavy balls slapped relentlessly against the flushed, swollen entrance.
Lost in the rush of guiding energy, he couldn’t think straight.
The pain had long been overwritten by violent pleasure, drowning him in eerie tranquility—like sinking into deep water, pulled under with no resistance.
It felt inevitable. Like this was where he was meant to be.
Han Jihyuk’s darkened gaze locked onto the back of Go Yeonwoo’s head.
Reaching down, he swiftly undid the gag and wrenched his face around, sealing their lips in a devouring kiss.
It was like a black hole.
Once trapped, there was no escape.
Han Jihyuk ravaged his mouth mindlessly, drunk on the saccharine taste.
Too sweet.
Everything about him made Han Jihyuk’s tongue tingle, his brain short-circuiting from the overload.
The more his thirst faded, the more addicted he became.
He wanted to consume him entirely—bite into every inch, learn which parts were sweeter, fill himself until he was satisfied.
…No. That wouldn’t work.
Nothing would ever be enough.
Even if he swallowed Go Yeonwoo whole, this hunger wouldn’t disappear.
What Han Jihyuk truly wanted was for his guide to look only at him, to breathe only for him.
Slap, thud, squelch!
The lewd sounds of their coupling never stopped.
Each brutal thrust sent more slick gushing out, his balls smacking against Go Yeonwoo’s ass.
Even with his pubic hair rubbing raw against the stretched rim, Han Jihyuk wasn’t satisfied.
He fucked into him with the force of someone trying to shove his balls inside too.
Slam, thud!
The metal frame creaked under the force.
Go Yeonwoo’s choked whimpers spilled freely now.
“Hah—nn, uh…!”
Tears soaked the blindfold.
Han Jihyuk, who had been staring at him like he wanted to eat him alive, suddenly tore the blindfold off.
“…Hah, wh-what are you—ah!”
He licked the damp trails from Go Yeonwoo’s face like an animal, his thick tongue lapping up every drop.
Not enough—he dragged it over his lashes next, as if determined to swallow every part of him.
When no more tears fell, Han Jihyuk’s sharp gaze dropped to those dark, dazed eyes.
His pitch-black pupils, smooth and glistening like glass beads, were unbearably enticing.
Han Jihyuk’s mouth watered instinctively.
He acted on pure, animalistic impulse.
His blunt tongue began lapping at Go Yeonwoo’s eyeball.
It didn’t take long for tears to well up.
As if waiting for this, Jihyuk caught the pooled tears at the corner of Yeonwoo’s eye and drank them.
He repeated the act several more times.
Only when both of Yeonwoo’s eyes were swollen red did Jihyuk finally pull back, reaching forward with his hand.
A large palm seized the smooth chest, squeezing tightly
The thick, soft nipple flattened under his grip.
He kneaded the flat chest until it rose pertly, then began thrusting his hips with rough, savage movements.
The slick fluid continuously dripping from Yeonwoo’s hole soaked Jihyuk’s pubic hair, leaving it sticky.
“Hah, fuck…!”
Jihyuk cursed as the urge to cum hit him faster than usual.
He pressed his entire body down against Yeonwoo, pinning him beneath.
Thud!
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The other waiting espers: 🤬
I wonder when they’ll start being nice 😭