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When Haebom barely managed to pull away, more sounds spilled out between his parted lips.
Wonho tried to ignore how his body responded to those sounds and instead buried his face in Haebom’s nape.
A guide’s energy became more potent when they experienced sexual pleasure.
The energy flowing from Haebom right now was similar to when he was intoxicated.
“Aah…! Why are you touching there…?!”
When Wonho’s hand moved precisely to the peak at the center of his chest, Haebom’s eyes widened in shock.
Just because he had never dated before didn’t mean he was completely ignorant about sex.
He wasn’t a woman, so why was Wonho touching his chest like this?
“I’m not a woman.”
Haebom panted as he spoke, looking at Wonho. Wonho frowned, momentarily confused by his words.
“Do I look like an idiot to you?”
“No, that’s not it…! It’s just that you keep touching m-my chest…!”
Wonho made no effort to hide his emotions—neither excitement nor displeasure.
It wasn’t as if Haebom was so pretty that he couldn’t tell the difference between a man and a woman.
But then, the realization hit him—he had just thought of Haebom as pretty.
And that startled him.
“Ah!”
Haebom flinched so hard that his entire body jerked.
The problem was that Wonho, startled by his reaction, had inadvertently pressed down on his already hardened nipple.
A sharp, breathy moan escaped Haebom’s lips.
“Did that hurt? Shit, it’s not supposed to hurt…”
Wonho frowned as Haebom’s body trembled beneath him.
It wasn’t because he mistook Haebom for a woman that he had touched his chest.
Of all people, Wonho knew better than anyone that Haebom was a man.
But that didn’t mean he felt any aversion.
Ever since he awakened as an Esper, he had seen countless cases of male-male and female-female pairings.
To Wonho, guiding with a male guide wasn’t something strange.
The real reason he was so focused on Haebom’s chest was because of the guiding education materials Jin Seyoung had shown him.
It had explicitly detailed how to handle a male guide.
Wonho had initially dismissed it in disgust.
But once he saw something, he rarely forgot it.
The material had stated that since a man’s body wasn’t naturally receptive, it needed to be properly prepared.
“…So I need to use my mouth?”
“…What? What do you mean, use your mouth?”
Haebom was already shocked at his own reaction to having a vestigial organ stimulated, but Wonho’s words made his eyes widen even more.
As if his thoughts had reached a conclusion, Wonho swiftly moved, yanking Haebom’s shirt open.
The sound of buttons popping off didn’t just indicate that they were undone—they had been completely torn off.
But Haebom wasn’t in any state to react to that.
“Wh-what are you…! Ah!”
A soft, wet sound echoed.
But the place Wonho kissed wasn’t Haebom’s lips—it was the nipple that had stiffened from all the teasing.
Is a nipple supposed to be this hard? Is it just him?
Those thoughts briefly crossed Wonho’s mind as he parted his lips and took the hardened bud into his mouth.
Strangely, Haebom’s body seemed to give off a sweet scent, like milk mixed with honey.
While Haebom was still dazed, Wonho sucked on one nipple while clumsily playing with the other using his fingers.
His hot breath tickled Haebom’s chest, making his lower body throb.
He refused to believe it.
There was no way he had gotten hard just from having his chest sucked.
“Hngh…! Ha… s-stop, ah…! It feels weird…!”
He wanted to say stop, to tell him to move away, but his fingers wouldn’t listen.
He pushed at Wonho’s head with his free hand, but it was like a tiny kitten trying to resist—it wasn’t nearly strong enough to make a difference.
Hadn’t Wonho said he would stop if he really didn’t like it?
His head was getting hotter and hotter, making it impossible to think straight.
He hadn’t realized that what Wonho meant was not to say “stop” but to press the button.
His mind was too overwhelmed with panic and the humiliating realization that he had gotten hard just from having his chest sucked.
His biggest fear was that Wonho would notice.
So, he squeezed his thighs tightly together, even though he knew it wouldn’t hide his obvious erection.
There was no excuse he could give.
Wonho might say it was because of their high guiding compatibility, but Haebom had no such justification—he had gotten hard just because another man had touched and sucked on his chest.
Wonho looked up at Haebom, whose face was flushed red as he furiously shook his head.
His lower lip was caught between his teeth, his expression desperately restrained.
‘…Cute.’
Wonho didn’t even realize what he was thinking; the thought had simply come naturally.
Even as Haebom struggled, his clumsy caresses continued.
Wonho could feel Haebom’s body burning up beneath him.
No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the guiding energy had become so thick that he couldn’t possibly be unaware.
And in this situation, his own arousal was unbearable.
He had heard that this was normal, but wasn’t this too much?
Did all Espers feel like this?
An image of another Esper flashed through his mind.
“Ah! It hurts…!”
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Wonho unconsciously bit down on the nipple in his mouth.
Haebom winced at the sudden sharp pain, his face twisting.
Wonho realized what he had done and immediately let go.
A faint imprint of his teeth remained on Haebom’s reddened skin.
Thankfully, there was no blood.
Wonho had meant to be gentle, but he had ended up hurting him instead.
He furrowed his brows at the realization.
Lowering his head again, he carefully licked over the bite mark as if applying an ointment.
“Hngh, ugh…! Ngh…!”
It felt even weirder than when he had sucked on it.
Maybe because the pain had transitioned straight into ticklish pleasure, Haebom twisted his body, trying to escape.
But with Wonho pinning him down, he couldn’t move properly.
More strange noises kept slipping past his lips, no matter how hard he bit them shut.
Meanwhile, Wonho’s hand, which had been kneading his chest, slowly traveled downward.
Just like before, his fingers traced over Haebom’s lean body, inching lower and lower.
Haebom was too focused on the sting of his bitten nipple to notice.
Not until Wonho undid the buckle of his white guide uniform pants and his hand fully slipped inside.
“Wonho…!”
“Stay still.”
At the sudden intrusion, Haebom tried to lift his upper body, but Wonho growled and pressed him down with the hand that wasn’t inside his pants.
He swallowed nervously.
The thought that Haebom might press the button any second crossed his mind, along with the memory of what had happened when Haebom was drunk.
They hadn’t had sex, but he had desperately thrust his cock against those soft thighs.
And on top of that, Haebom’s member was just like the rest of him—soft and pretty.
‘A man’s dick being pretty…’
He wondered if he had finally lost it as he pushed his hand in deeper.
Haebom’s soft-looking member had already hardened, standing fully erect.
Wonho knew how sensitive he was.
Last time, just a little touch had been enough to get him hard.
Wonho himself had gotten aroused because of his guiding energy, but Haebom had been stimulated solely by his touch.
That fact alone was unbearably satisfying.
And today, he had no intention of stopping there.
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