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Four fingers were already inside, making Haebom wince in pain.
Seeing this, Wonho furrowed his brows deeply.
If this hurt, how was he supposed to fit himself in?
But stopping here wasn’t an option.
He gently rolled the glans of Haebom’s slightly wilted member with his thumb, as if checking if it truly hurt.
Fortunately, it seemed that pain wasn’t the only sensation he felt, as his length soon regained its strength.
His fingers pressed firmly against the thicker parts, stimulating him further.
Before long, the heat consumed Haebom completely.
“Haah, ngh! Hngh…!”
Luckily, no more sounds of pain escaped Haebom’s lips.
As Wonho’s well-shaped fingers pressed that spot like a button, Haebom’s hips jolted uncontrollably.
In the end, he squeezed his eyes shut and climaxed right then and there.
Though it was because Wonho was stimulating him while stroking his length, the fact that he had come just from that sensation made Haebom’s head spin.
“Haa… ngh… this is… ugh…”
Wonho could feel the sensation of his fingers slipping out completely.
He gritted his teeth as he stared at the empty space they left behind, the gaping hole opening and closing as if yearning for their return.
What had once been a soft pink had now flushed a deeper red, heated from the friction.
Without hesitation, Wonho unbuckled his belt and freed the length he had kept hidden while caressing Haebom’s body.
Haebom, still dazed from his own release, didn’t even notice.
If he had, wouldn’t he have tried to run away, claiming it was impossible?
It was that large—intimidating, almost menacing.
Wonho had sharp features, but his face was undeniably well-crafted and handsome.
In contrast, his arousal was nothing short of menacing.
Without a hint of hesitation, he pressed his fully erect length against Haebom’s reddened entrance.
“Hngh…!”
Haebom’s eyes widened in shock.
Could something really feel this vivid?
Was this even possible?
A flood of questions surged through his mind, but not a single one made it past his lips.
They said that when pain and surprise reached a certain point, even screaming became impossible—right now, that was exactly what Haebom was experiencing.
“Ah… hngh….”
Tears welled up and spilled over.
Until a moment ago, it had been an unfamiliar mix of sharp pleasure and a lingering ache.
But now, it felt as if something was forcibly pushing its way inside, tearing through raw flesh.
Tears blurred his vision, streaming down uncontrollably.
His entire body trembled from the unfamiliar pain.
“…Kgh, hey. Yoon Haebom? Are you—ugh—are you okay?”
“Hhngh… ugh… Ah, it… hurts…!”
Wonho, who had been completely focused on pushing himself deeper into Haebom, only came to his senses when the guiding energy flowing from Haebom suddenly and completely cut off.
It wasn’t that he missed the energy itself—no, that wasn’t the issue.
Since they were in the middle of guiding, there was no way Haebom would stop it on his own.
If he had wanted to, he would have pressed the button.
But Wonho hadn’t even realized that the button had already slipped from Haebom’s grasp.
That was how lost he had been, intoxicated by Haebom’s body, too far gone to think clearly.
But the moment the guiding energy vanished, it was as if he had been struck by lightning—just barely, he managed to clutch onto the last thread of his fraying sanity.
And when he looked at Haebom, grasping onto that last shred of control, he saw his face twisted in pain, trembling violently.
“Yoon Haebom, look at me.”
“Ugh…” Haebom let out a pained groan, his eyes fluttering open again and again.
The pain was unbearable, but what truly consumed him was the fear that his body might actually break apart.
In an instant, the agony turned into terror.
With each blink, tears rolled down his cheeks, one after another.
Gradually, his vision cleared, and soon, Wonho’s face came into view.
Seeing Haebom’s eyes regain focus, Wonho felt a small sense of relief.
The guide had said that all he needed to do was take it slow, but the training materials were complete nonsense.
It was as if they didn’t account for how much help he had needed up until now.
“Hng, Wonho… It hurts…”
Haebom whimpered, his voice trembling as he kept repeating the same words.
Wonho was still inside him—though barely.
He had only managed to slip in the very tip, yet Haebom was already in so much pain that going any further was out of the question.
The tightness around him was almost unbearable, squeezing as if trying to cut off circulation, making it painful for him as well.
Of course, his discomfort was nothing compared to Haebom’s.
“I’m pulling out, so relax.”
“H-H-How am I supposed to relax…!”
Haebom glared at Wonho, his eyes filled with resentment.
The place where Wonho was inside him no longer felt like a part of his own body.
He had no control over tightening or loosening—those weren’t things he could do anymore.
Wonho gently stroked Haebom’s trembling body.
When his hand reached even the completely wilted member, weakened by pain, he could feel Haebom relax just a little.
He had been biting down so hard that it felt impossible to pull away, but Wonho withdrew his hips.
A pained sound escaped through Haebom’s clenched teeth once again.
The moment Wonho’s length was completely gone, Haebom felt an overwhelming emptiness, as if a gaping hole had been left behind.
It hurt so much—had he torn?
Or would he have to live with this hollow feeling forever?
The thoughts swirled in his mind, but there was no way to check right now.
He couldn’t exactly ask Wonho to take a look, and with Wonho still positioned beneath him like that, checking for himself was just as difficult.
Above all, he had no strength left in his body.
But then, he felt something brushing against the hole where the length had just been withdrawn.
“Hngh!”
“Stay still. I just need to check something. I won’t do anything more.”
“…Mm…”
Startled, Haebom’s body jolted, thinking it was being pushed back in.
Seeing this, Wonho firmly pressed down on Haebom’s thigh.
No matter how rough he could be, he had no intention of pushing back into someone trembling in pain.
Haebom’s reaction was entirely his fault, so Wonho had no right to say anything—but that didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating.
Still,Wonho made an effort not to show it.
Wonho knew this wasn’t the time to get annoyed.
He should have been more careful, should have made sure it didn’t hurt.
But the moment his length touched that tight entrance, rationality slipped away—he was nothing more than a beast driven by instinct.
It wasn’t just the guiding energy.
That, too, felt maddeningly good, but the soft, burning heat brushing against his tip—it was a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.
Was it really possible for something to feel this good?
But it did.
And because of that, the thought that Haebom might be in pain never even crossed his mind.
If he hadn’t noticed the guiding energy breaking off, Wonho would have pushed through regardless of Haebom’s pain.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Wonho spread Haebom’s legs and examined the area between his butt cheeks, checking for any signs of tearing.
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