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With his thighs tensed, Jihyuk slammed his hips in harder than ever before.
The force was brutal enough to crush the inner walls of Yeonwoo’s rectum, leaving it dented.
At the same time, his cock twitched violently, and cum gushed out in thick spurts.
“Hah—ahh!”
Yeonwoo let out a broken, shuddering moan.
Saliva spilled from his parted red lips.
His flat stomach bulged obscenely as Jihyuk’s cock pounded into him, filling him to the brim.
Espers who suffered from severe side effects and only found relief through guiding became hypersensitive to pleasure.
Jihyuk was no exception.
An inhuman amount of cum flooded Yeonwoo’s hole, far more than usual.
It filled his rectum to the point of overflowing, seeping out from the stretched rim.
Yeonwoo’s stomach swelled endlessly.
“Ngh… ah…”
Yeonwoo trembled violently, his tongue lolling out.
His dark pupils were barely visible, his eyes rolled back.
His cock, still trapped in the restraint, was dripping wet.
His urethra was blocked—it seemed he had gone dry.
“Haah…”
Jihyuk buried his face against Yeonwoo’s back, exhaling heavily.
Though his thirst wasn’t completely sated, his mind had regained some clarity.
His vision cleared enough to see Yeonwoo trembling beneath him.
He lifted Yeonwoo’s head, still trapped in the restraint.
His eyes remained rolled back, tongue hanging slack.
The utterly ruined sight was unbearably arousing.
Jihyuk’s mouth watered again at the obscene display.
As if entranced, he stuck out his tongue and entwined it with Yeonwoo’s.
Though Yeonwoo’s tongue had slipped out from sheer exhaustion, to Jihyuk, it felt like a welcome.
Drunk on pleasure, he sucked on Yeonwoo’s tongue sweetly.
Gripping his jaw, he kissed him deeply, feeling Yeonwoo’s throat convulse.
“Hngh… ngh…!”
Muffled moans escaped. Jihyuk stared intently into Yeonwoo’s pupils.
Slowly, color returned to the whites of his eyes.
When the dark irises finally fully reappeared, Jihyuk’s lips curled unconsciously.
The thought that his kiss had brought Yeonwoo back filled him with satisfaction.
Bzzz… bzzz…
The vibrating noise made Jihyuk’s brow twitch in irritation.
There was no mistaking what kind of call it was.
If he had still been completely out of his mind, he would’ve ignored it.
But now, he couldn’t.
With clear reluctance, he pulled his phone from his pocket.
“Hah… ngh…”
As expected, the caller was Lee Dohoon.
Jihyuk didn’t answer immediately, instead looking down at Yeonwoo, who was still catching his breath.
His cock remained buried inside that tight, warm heat.
Even though it was already filled to the brim, the clinging inner walls felt too good to pull out.
He almost wished he could stay like this forever.
The instincts of an esper suffering from extreme side effects kept pushing against his rationality.
Think only of him.
Forget other espers, forget everything else—just monopolize the guide beneath you.
When Jihyuk didn’t answer the phone, the pager on his hip began beeping.
Team members could signal each other through pagers—necessary in Gates, where phones often didn’t work.
Running a rough hand through his hair, Jihyuk stared down at Yeonwoo with lingering desire before slowly pulling out.
He lifted Yeonwoo’s limp body, forcing himself to remember that they really couldn’t afford to waste any more time.
He headed toward the storage closet, retrieving a transport device capable of moving Yeonwoo to the Gate without alerting the Center.
It resembled the bag used to store pseudo-guiding drugs but was much larger—a carrier just big enough to fit a person.
Inside were detection-dampening devices designed to scramble the frequencies of guide-tracking machines, making it impossible to discern its contents.
Han Jihyuk pulled Go Yeonwoo out of the restraint frame and lifted him up.
He had no intention of gagging him.
What was the point?
Even if he tried to block his mouth, Yeonwoo would just take it in with his lips anyway—it’d be a waste of time.
Besides, there was another reason he didn’t bother restraining him.
Even if Yeonwoo screamed inside, no sound would escape the bag once it was fully sealed.
Not only that, but the bag was designed to maintain a steady airflow, so there was no risk of suffocation.
Back when they’d recruited Woo Jiyoo as their guide, Jihyuk had commissioned this special item from an esper capable of crafting such things.
It was meant as punishment—in case Jiyoo ever tried to escape or betray them.
If Jiyoo had actually run, he would’ve been locked inside this bag, dragged through gates as they pleased.
Fortunately, that never happened.
The unused item was finally seeing its first deployment today.
Just then, Yeonwoo—who seemed to have barely regained his senses—stared at Jihyuk in disbelief.
“What the hell are you— Are you insane?! Han Jihyuk, you fucking bastard!”
Realizing what Jihyuk intended, Yeonwoo began thrashing wildly.
Anyone could see he was trying to avoid being stuffed into that suitcase-like contraption.
“Fuck, let go! Drop it, you— Agh!”
“No choice. Get in quietly.”
“Just kill me instead, you fucker! Kill me!”
“You won’t suffocate. It’ll just be uncomfortable for a while.”
No matter how violently Yeonwoo screamed and struggled, Jihyuk didn’t flinch.
Yeonwoo used his newly freed limbs to lash out—biting, clawing at Jihyuk’s shoulders and arms until blood welled up.
“The Red Gate has opened.”
“Go to hell, you damn— …What?”
Yeonwoo’s furious tirade cut off abruptly at Jihyuk’s words.
His dark eyes widened sharply.
“Then… right now…”
“Yeah. All three of them have hit critical frenzy levels.”
Yeonwoo’s lips trembled.
He tried to say something but stopped, his shaky gaze lifting to Jihyuk.
For some reason, Jihyuk felt a surge of irritation.
Even though he couldn’t guess what Yeonwoo had been about to say, the look alone made his mood foul.
Done waiting, Jihyuk shoved Yeonwoo into the bag roughly.
There was no trace of resistance left.
Seeing Yeonwoo curled up obediently inside only twisted Jihyuk’s temper further.
At this rate, he’d be tempted to drag him back out and take his anger out on him in the worst way.
Gritting his teeth, Jihyuk slammed the bag shut.
He caught a glimpse of Yeonwoo flinching just before the latch clicked, but he said nothing.
He simply picked up the now-locked bag, his expression rigid, and stepped out of the bunker.
“…He’s taking too long. Still not answering?”
“Nope. Seems like our shitty Jihyuk’s having all the fun to himself.”
Shin Heesung, rubbing his temples against a throbbing headache, frowned.
Lee Dohoon smirked, but his sharp eyes betrayed his foul mood.
Following Jihyuk’s orders, they’d entered the gate and hidden in a safe spot, waiting for him to return with Yeonwoo.
But there’d been no word from him.
Dohoon had spammed his phone—no answer.
Paging him yielded the same result.
Meanwhile, Kang Taewon, still restrained, was going berserk, hurling flames in every direction.
Dohoon and Heesung took turns suppressing him, but both were reaching their limits.
“…Hah. What do we do?”
Heesung’s voice was sluggish, his vision blurring.
He was the weakest mentally among them—holding out this long was already impressive.
“If Jihyuk keeps dicking around, we’re all fucked.”
Dohoon muttered darkly, eyes shut against the ringing in his ears.
A chilling aura seeped from Dohoon’s body.
Heesung wasn’t faring better—crackling electricity flickered dangerously over his skin.
Then, the icy binds holding Taewon began to fracture.
Dohoon had lost control.
“Ha. Jihyuk, you better show up before I kill someone. Or I can’t promise what I’ll do. Got it?”
Just as Dohoon’s vision flickered, his anger surging—
A familiar presence.
All three turned.
Even Taewon, snarling like a beast moments ago, fell silent, staring.
Finally—Han Jihyuk appeared before them, carrying the bag.
His expression was still hard as he dropped it roughly to the ground.
Thud.
Three pairs of eyes locked onto the sealed bag.
Jihyuk reached down and unlatched it.
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Theyre such assholes 😅😅