DG Ch 3.1

03. Seon Hanyeong: Nitpicking

Guides working at state-affiliated centers and private guilds were categorized into domestic/international dispatch, on-call, emergency, and dedicated.

And Taegyeong was an on-call guide assigned to Field Team Z. Therefore, if there were no calls from Field Team Z members, he had absolutely no guiding to do and had to help with odd jobs in the office or focus on self-improvement to enhance his guiding abilities.

Recently, he’d had a sudden increase in free time because the Duodeca Guild esper guiding practice period ended earlier than expected.

‘This shouldn’t be happening.’

Unlike his previous life, where he struggled with guiding for three months, this time, his guiding performance report was filled with high marks.

[Guiding Satisfaction: A+]

[Energy Purity: A+]

[Count Graph: Very Fast]

[Overall Rating: 49 points (A+)]

When these scores accumulated to a certain level, and the number of esper calls or mentions in field reports increased, the HR team would review it, and after a joint meeting, he would be selected as a dedicated guide for the team.

A dedicated guide was responsible for regularly checking the health status of their assigned espers and requesting appropriate guiding.

‘It would be nice to become a dedicated guide.’

That way, he could call those arrogant espers anytime he wanted and use them as his personal dildos, customizing them to his liking.

However, there was something bothering him.

Before his regression, Taegyeong had been a dedicated guide, but he wasn’t welcomed by Field Team Z. Perhaps he hadn’t been proactive enough in calling the team members or his guiding wasn’t satisfactory. He had a hunch, but without his memories, it was hard to be certain.

‘I still lack information.’

It seemed he needed to meet more members of Field Team Z to regain his memories.

However, today was a rare weekend. Seo Wooyeol, who’d spent the night having sex with Taegyeong, had left for the field early in the morning, and Taegyeong, left alone in the spacious house, stretched and lay down on the living room sofa.

‘Seo Wooyeol’s busy…’

As an offensive esper in Duodeca’s Field Team, active in various regions, he had to travel for work even on weekends.

“Nngh…”

The areas chafed by the rough chains stung, but the strange sensation was pleasant. Seo Wooyeol’s semen still lingered inside him. He couldn’t forget the feeling of his large cock filling him completely. …It was a shame. He wished he could be fucked all day long.

Clatter— The glass container shook. Squishy was rubbing its round body against the glass, as if wanting to come out.

“Squishy. You’ve eaten, and… are you bored?”

Squishy nodded.

It looked like that, but it was a low-level monster. It wasn’t harmful since Ryu Ilho had summoned it, but there were precautions. Never swallow any part of its body or insert it into any holes. He didn’t know the reason.

‘Well, Ryu Ilho is very possessive. He must have really hated the idea of sharing my holes with a monster.’

Taegyeong took Squishy out and placed it on his hand. As if feeling close after having mingled bodies, it rubbed against his palm and crawled up his arm to his shoulder. Like a cute snake, it coiled around Taegyeong’s waist.

‘No one’s home, should I masturbate?’

As if reading his mind, Squishy slipped under his thin shirt and tickled his navel. Taegyeong giggled and sat on the sofa. He gently grasped Squishy, which was rubbing against him, wanting to play.

“Uup!”

Suddenly, Squishy pushed its way into his mouth. The squishy tentacle wriggled inside. The slippery fluid slid down his throat. Taegyeong grabbed its body and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Heup, eup!”

Squishy ravaged his mouth, making him breathless. The soft, jelly-like tentacle warmly enveloped his tongue and palate.

“Hnngh, heuut.”

The more he swallowed the tentacle’s fluid, which contained a mild aphrodisiac, the more aroused he became.

He grew accustomed to the sensation of the tentacle thrusting deep into his throat and pulling back out. Tears welled up. His jaw ached from his mouth being constantly open, and his throat burned.

“Fuha, eut! Nngh!”

Suddenly, Squishy’s body split. Two thin tails snaked under his shirt and coiled around his nipples. The tails meticulously rubbed the small bumps, coating his areolas with sticky fluid.

“Hiek…!”

Taegyeong lifted his shirt and looked down at his hardening nipples. The soft, thin tails squeezed his areolas, making them perk up.

“Heuut, good—hnngh! There, a little more.”

Taegyeong pulled down his loose pants. He touched the folds of his entrance, stretched from being fucked by Seo Wooyeol all night. He gently rubbed his hole, then coated his finger with Squishy’s fluid and thrust it inside.

“Haa, haa. Good. Ah, good—!”

The folds sucked on his slender finger. One finger wasn’t enough. Taegyeong coated two fingers with saliva and inserted them, gently tickling his inner walls.

Good, harder. Taegyeong spread his legs wide and pistoned his fingers in and out of his hole. How good would it feel if these fingers were a thick cock?

“Heuu!”

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Squishy sucked up the sweat from his earlobes, cheeks, and forehead and slithered down his back.

“Ahngh! Eut. There—”

Ah, just a little more!

He was frustrated that his fingers couldn’t reach deep enough. Taegyeong lifted one leg and shifted his position, leaning against the back of the sofa and lifting his ass high.

As he was pleasantly rubbing his sensitive inner walls with his fingertips, he felt something foreign.

“Huk—!”

Thin tails grabbed his hole and stretched it open.

“Heuut, what are you doing? Squishy, ahheu, there, eut!”

Squishy wiggled its antennae and pushed its round head against his entrance. Then, shove— it burrowed deep inside, filling Taegyeong’s insides.

“Ahngh!”

It wriggled, pushing against his inner walls, past his rectum and into his colon. The sticky tentacle fluid coated his intestines.

“Hik, ha-eut…!”

Taegyeong’s eyes widened. He tried to pull Squishy out with his fingers, but it had gone so deep he couldn’t reach it.

Taegyeong curled up on the sofa. Squishy wriggled inside, moving back and forth in his rectum, repeatedly hitting his prostate. Taegyeong clutched his stomach, a heated moan escaping his lips as his insides churned.

‘You’re amazing, Squishy.’

“Ah, good. Good! Touch me more, Squishy. Ahngh! Heuu!”

Taegyeong got off the sofa and lay down on the floor like a dog, pushing his ass up and burying his face in the cushion.

“Hnngh, heu…”

Squishy slipped out of his tight hole, then smoothly slid back into his colon, repeating the motion. Squish, squish— the thrusting continued. Taegyeong felt his hole stretching further and looked down. Squishy had split into two. The slippery heads rubbed against his entrance.

“Ah, no, hnngh, heuut!”

Ding-dong—

The doorbell suddenly rang.

His parents, who were often away on business trips, rarely had visitors. Taegyeong lifted his head and checked his appearance. His back was damp with sweat.

Ding-dong—

As the doorbell rang again, Taegyeong calmly grabbed Squishy. It didn’t come out easily, and he had to pull hard for a while. Swoosh— It felt like everything inside him was pouring out. A moan almost escaped his lips from the pleasurable release.

“Haa!”

Taegyeong covered his mouth. He hid Squishy and checked the intercom.

‘Hanyeong-hyung…?’

He thought he’d be on a business trip with Seo Wooyeol, but it must have been a solo trip. Taegyeong was nervous, wondering if Seo Wooyeol had contacted him beforehand.

‘What should I do?’

Then, a good idea came to mind.

Taegyeong rubbed his lips with a towel until they were raw. He then wiped off the semen on the sofa and opened the door.

“…Hanyeong-hyung. What brings you here?”

Taegyeong leaned against the wall, panting, and looked up at him.

“Taegyeong-ah. You…”

“Ah—!”

Taegyeong clutched his forehead and swayed. As he was about to collapse, Hanyeong caught him and supported him.

“What’s wrong, Lee Taegyeong? Taegyeong-ah?”

“…Heu, heuk.”

Taegyeong’s body went limp. Hanyeong’s large hand covered Taegyeong’s forehead, which was burning hot. His shirt was also damp, as if he’d been sweating profusely.