PV Ch.7 Part 3

Bomin lightly grazed Won Seongwoo’s jaw with his lips, his fingers toying with the head of his c*ck. Bright yellow irises burned in the depths of Won Seongwoo’s gray eyes as he pulled Bomin up, settling him in his lap. 

“Ugh, ah…”

The change in position sent the c*ck plunging deeper, as if testing the very limits of his body. Bomin rested his sweat-dampened forehead against Won Seongwoo’s shoulder. 

“Too deep, ah. Hh, aaah…”

Won Seongwoo pulled Bomin’s limp arms up, draping them around his neck, and began thrusting his hips upwards. With each movement, Bomin’s lean body would be lifted into the air, only to be pulled back down by gravity. 

The heat was turning his insides into mush. Won Seongwoo’s large hands gripped the only fleshy parts of Bomin’s body, kneading them like dough.

Won Seongwoo lifted and lowered him with nothing but the strength of his hips, his tongue darting out to lick at Bomin’s damp skin.

He felt like a dog being petted by its owner, his mind going blank each time Won Seongwoo’s tongue grazed his skin. Even the heat radiating from his tongue sent a wave of pleasure through him. 

Won Seongwoo sucked on Bomin’s n*pple, stretching the sensitive flesh. Bomin grasped at Won Seongwoo’s silver hair, his grip weakening before he let go completely. 

“Hhn, ng…”

The sound of Seongwoo’s enjoyment, s*cking on his n*pple as if it were the most delicious thing, resonated in his ears even though there was no milk to be found. His vision swam, the world around him blurring. 

Even though his eyes were open, the world was distorted as if he was looking through water. It was difficult to tell if what he was seeing was real or just a dream.

His n*pple stung where it rubbed against Won Seongwoo’s teeth, but the pain was quickly overtaken by a strange sense of pleasure. Every time their bodies collided, the weight of Won Seongwoo pushed the c*ck deeper, invading places it shouldn’t, leaving no room for coherent thought. 

“Ngh, ng, ah, hhh…”

He couldn’t even keep his mouth closed, drool trailing down his chin. Pre-c*m, slickening their stomachs, trickled down the shaft buried between them.

Despite its previous softness, his c*ck hardened with surprising speed at the friction, using Bomin’s own fluids as lubrication. 

Bomin came, his insides clenching around Won Seongwoo’s cock. Won Seongwoo groaned, filling Bomin to the brim with his hot release. 

Each thrust of Won Seongwoo’s hips sent aftershocks through Bomin’s body, the slap of skin against skin a symphony of wet, erotic sounds. Bomin felt like every nerve ending was on fire.

“Guide,” Won Seongwoo warned, his hand rubbing Bomin’s back. His voice was laced with a touch of guilt as he acknowledged the risk of magic shock.

“Huu, I’m s-scared…”

Bomin wrapped his arms tighter around Won Seongwoo’s neck, burying his face in the damp skin of his shoulder. Just the thought of Guiding was terrifying, but the memory of being pushed to the brink of cardiac arrest made him whine like a child.

“Don’t forget to breathe.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Won Seongwoo started to draw in the Guiding mana flowing from Bomin through their connected skin. 

“Ugh, ah…” 

Would it be less agonizing if he just took a knife and gutted him? Bomin clung to Won Seongwoo, his small frame trembling as if struck by lightning. His eyes, squeezed shut beneath his eyelids, darted back and forth in a mixture of pain and terror. 

“Haa…”

Won Seongwoo fought to maintain his composure as the Guiding mana flowed into him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. Clinging to the last vestiges of his rationality, he absorbed Bomin’s mana as slowly as he could. 

The yellow light on his bracelet gradually shifted to blue. Although Bomin’s outburst risk was at level three, it was precariously close to the edge. 

“Lee Bomin.”

“…..”

The stream of Guiding mana flowing from Bomin dwindled to a thin thread. Having put out the fire, Won Seongwoo finally released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He gently stroked Bomin’s hair, murmuring his name.

Pulling back the head resting on his shoulder, he was met with a tear-stained face. Won Seongwoo focused on the steady rhythm of Bomin’s breaths, then on the beating of his heart. 

It was only after confirming that Bomin’s breathing and pulse were back to normal that Won Seongwoo allowed himself to exhale fully. With each shallow rise and fall of his chest, Bomin, still sheathed around his c*ck, moved slightly. 

“Thank you.”

Even though Bomin was fast asleep and couldn’t hear him, Won Seongwoo offered a heartfelt thank you. 

These were words he could never say to Bomin’s face while he was awake.

* * *

“Everything hurts…”

Bomin opened his eyes to find himself in his dorm room. He vaguely remembered being thoroughly used by Won Seongwoo, followed by the agony of his Guiding mana being drained. 

His mind felt blank, like someone had hit the “pause” button at some point during the encounter. The only difference this time was that he woke up in his own room instead of a treatment center.

“Well, at least he paid well.”

He opened the app on his phone. Next to Won Seongwoo’s name was a notification: “Emergency Guiding Complete.” And just as the staff had promised, the payment was more than generous.

“How is his matching rate that high?” 

The experiment with Song Jaeho had resulted in zero change in his matching rate. Now he was starting to question if this method was sustainable at all.

“Well, at least that bastard has a conscience.”

He’d been mentally prepared to be hauled off to the treatment center, just like with Song Jaeho. Won Seongwoo had been like a starving beast when he’d s*cked down his Guiding mana during the blowj*b, but this time, the bastard had actually held back, drawing out the mana slowly and carefully. 

Bomin was rolling around on his bed, replaying the events with Seongwoo in his head when a knock on his door interrupted him.

“Who is it?” 

“…Kim Seohun.”

Who the hell was Kim Seohun…? He could remember the names of the Espers perfectly, but everyone else was a blur. 

“The A-rank Guide?”

Kim Seohun… Right, the guy from the cafeteria who had been staring him down. Bomin pushed himself off the bed and walked over to the door, stretching as he did so. 

Won Seongwoo must’ve cleaned up after himself because while his ass was still swollen, there was no trace of c*m inside him. 

He winced as a throbbing pain shot through him and opened the door.

“What’s up?”

Kim Seohun, who had been anxiously chewing on his lip, looked up with wide eyes, his expression suggesting that he hadn’t actually expected Bomin to open the door.

“You… You forgot about our promise, didn’t you?”

“Promise?”

When did he ever make a promise with this guy…? Lately, his life had been nothing but a cycle of s*x, blackouts, and more s*x. It was taking a toll on his memory. He felt like a dr*g addict whose brain was fried from all the highs. 

“Y-You said… After you came back from vacation… You would… play with me…”

He swore Kim Seohun had been glaring daggers at him the first time they met. But now, there were tears welling up in those big eyes, making him look like a puppy that’s just done something bad. 

“So, you came to play with me?” 

“…..” 

Bomin burst out laughing when Kim Seohun simply nodded, unable to meet his gaze. All the Espers were significantly taller and bulkier than him, so this guy, with his similar build, just seemed kind of cute.

“Well, come on in then.”

Bomin took Kim Seohun’s hand and led him inside. Kim Seohun stared down at their joined hands like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He was as innocent as a teenager experiencing his first crush.

His eyes, bright with fascination, darted around the room, taking in every detail. Both Espers and Guides received different accommodation based on their rank. The S-rank Espers lived like royalty, in suites that could rival a five-star hotel. As an A-rank Guide, Kim Seohun undoubtedly had a nicer room than this. And yet, his eyes were sparkling with curiosity.

“Make yourself comfortable. Bed or chair, whatever you like. I’m gonna go wash up.” 

“O-Okay…”

Kim Seohun couldn’t tear his eyes away as Bomin walked into the bathroom. He mentally cursed himself for stuttering like an idiot. 

Ever since he’d seen Bomin leave the cafeteria with Yoon Bisam, he’d been hanging around Bomin’s door like a creep. He couldn’t bring himself to knock, instead just staring at the closed door before eventually turning away. 

Even he knew he was acting like a stalker. But the image of Bomin was burned into his mind, making it impossible to function normally. 

And so, here he was, standing in front of Bomin’s door once again. He’d taken several deep breaths, battling with himself over whether or not to actually knock. 

Even then, he hadn’t expected Bomin to actually answer. And now, face-to-face with him, it was like he was in a dream. 

“So soft…”

He could still feel the lingering touch of Bomin’s hand in his own. His face flushed as he recalled the baby-soft yet smooth texture of his skin. 

The sound of running water told him that Bomin was in the shower, sending his temperature rising. He fanned himself with his shirt, but the heat wasn’t going away. 

“Can I get a towel?”

“Huh…?”

“There should be towels in that basket by the door. Just one is fine.” 

Kim Seohun was frozen, caught between wanting to look and the insistent throbbing in his pants, when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Bomin’s face peeked out, water dripping down his cheeks.

His black hair, darker and glossier from the water, framed a face that seemed even more delicate than usual.

“What are you standing there for? I said I need a towel.”

Bomin brushed past a dumbfounded Kim Seohun, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor, and headed toward the door. 

Kim Seohun’s face was now the same color as a ripe tomato, his eyes glued to the curve of Bomin’s ass as he walked. 

His fair skin, dotted with water droplets, was as enticing as a ripe peach. With every movement, as Bomin dried himself, his pink flesh peeked out from between his legs.