PV Ch.12 Part 2

Song Jaeho’s eyes were still bloodshot, his body still taut with tension, but the predatory gleam had vanished from his gaze.

“Mmph…”

Bomin slid the glans into his mouth, the head filling his mouth completely.

He took a deep breath and slowly drew the c*ck deeper, until the head brushed against the back of his throat.

“Mmph, heu…”

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. The pressure was almost unbearable, but Bomin’s c*ck was already leaking, soaking his underwear.

Bomin’s thighs tensed as he gripped Song Jaeho’s waist, his muscles taut and powerful.

“Heuut…”

Song Jaeho’s massive c*ck dwarfed Bomin’s throat and mouth. The sensation of the tight, sensitive flesh pressing against him was overwhelming. A low groan escaped his lips.

His head tilted back, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, a broken, breathless sound.

He slowly withdrew the c*ck, inch by inch, until the glans rested against his lips.

His jaw ached, stretched to its limit. His lips were stretched thin, threatening to tear. The veins pulsed beneath the thin skin.

“Uph…!”

Song Jaeho used his ability. Bomin felt an invisible hand grip his skull.

At the same time, the c*ck was thrust back into his throat, this time pressing against his face.

Bomin gripped Song Jaeho’s waist, his knuckles white. He could feel the pressure on his skull intensifying, but he couldn’t break free.

“Keuk… mph… uphh…”

Bomin choked and gagged, his body wracked with pain.

But Song Jaeho’s c*ck continued to move, grinding against the roof of his mouth.

The sound of Song Jaeho’s breath, hot and heavy, filled Bomin’s ears.

Bomin’s head was pressed against Song Jaeho’s groin, the heat of his body searing his skin.

His jaw ached, his lips raw.

The c*ck pulsed, releasing a stream of hot semen into his throat. Bomin swallowed, gasping for air.

As he swallowed, he felt Song Jaeho’s guiding power flowing into him, his own power being drained away.

The match rate was high, and the amount of power was increasing. It wasn’t as painful as the last time he had guided Song Jaeho, but Bomin still felt like Song Jaeho was devouring his very essence.

“Mph… uph…”

Even as he ejaculated, Song Jaeho’s invisible power continued to manipulate Bomin’s head, moving it back and forth.

The metallic scent of semen filled his mouth, his face slick with tears and snot. One corner of his lip was already split, blood mingling with the semen dripping down his chin.

The color of the bracelet on Song Jaeho’s wrist faded from orange to yellow.

“Haa… Lee… Bomin…?”

Song Jaeho’s eyes, previously clouded with lust, began to clear. He blinked, his gaze focusing on Bomin’s crumpled form.

“Lee Bomin…!”

Song Jaeho caught Bomin in his arms, his eyes scanning Bomin’s face with concern.

Bomin’s lips were swollen and bleeding, his face pale and streaked with tears. Song Jaeho bit his lower lip, his own lips starting to bleed.

Soon, drops of blood, like crimson dewdrops on petals, appeared on Song Jaeho’s lips.

“You… what… ?”

His trembling hand gently caressed Bomin’s face, avoiding the wounds. Bomin’s eyes fluttered open, a weak smile playing on his lips.

“What… what the… you guided me…?”

As the corners of his lips lifted, a sharp pain shot through him, causing one eye to squeeze shut. The hand wiping away the tears from his eye was filled with tenderness.

“It’s… okay now,… right… ?”

Bomin closed his eyes, his body drained of all energy. He felt as if his eyelids were the heaviest things in the world.

His vision blurred, his consciousness fading into the distance. The last thing Bomin felt was the rough texture of Song Jaeho’s hair against his forehead before he slipped into unconsciousness.

“…Yeah. Thanks, Lee Bomin.”

Like a priest confessing before the altar, Song Jaeho pressed a kiss to Bomin’s forehead. He rose, cradling Bomin in his arms, his movements surprisingly light.

“You really… ugh… I’m glad you’re alive.”

He wanted to scream, to threaten, to unleash his fury. Han Biseong settled for punching Song Jaeho’s shoulder.

“It’s best to return to the Association. Bomin’s condition could worsen.”

Yoon Bisam checked Bomin’s breathing, suggesting a mode of transport. Bomin’s breathing was even, indicating he was merely unconscious.

“Here, put this on. It’s unsightly.”

Song Jaeho’s brow furrowed as a piece of fabric flew towards him. Won Seongwoo had tossed him a blanket. It was barely large enough to cover Bomin’s lower body.

“Is that all you have? Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Don’t wear it if you don’t want to.”

“Fuck…”

Song Jaeho reluctantly used his ability to wrap the blanket around Bomin’s lower body, irritated by Won Seongwoo’s nonchalance.

A brief argument ensued over who would carry Bomin back to the Association. But Song Jaeho refused to put Bomin down. In the end, he boarded the transport, still holding Bomin close.

The bikes, hovering in mid-air, roared to life simultaneously, heading towards the Association.

***

“My magic power has risen again?”

“Yes. After looking at all the foreign cases, it seems that this will be the first case of its kind worldwide for Lee Bomin as a guide.”

Bomin looked at the screen that Jin Gyugeon was pointing at with a nervous expression. Even before leaving to guide Song Jaeho, Bomin’s magic power was close to that of an A-grade guide.

After guiding Song Jaeho and being brought to the association unconscious, Bomin spent some time in a luxurious hospital room at the treatment center.

Song Jaeho, Kim Seohun, of course, but even Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, Won Seongwoo, for reasons unknown. Everyone treated Bomin differently than before, each in their own way.

Thanks to that, Bomin was in a healthier state than usual. When Bomin recovered, Jin Gyugeon suggested a precise guiding magic power test for him.

Bomin was also curious about his condition. The result of his cheerful acceptance was the screen in front of him.

“It’s already reached the average guiding magic power of an A-grade guide. But it’s still on the rise. At this rate… it doesn’t seem impossible to reach the magic power level of an S-grade guide.”

An S-grade guide…

Originally, it was Shi Yu-hyeon’s place. Come to think of it, Shi Yu-hyeon was about to become an S-grade guide and join the association.

As the events at the Non-K headquarters came to mind, his temples throbbed. Bomin decided to put aside complicated thoughts for now and fully enjoy the situation at hand.

“That’s good news. It was like dying every time I guided S-grade Espers while I was B-grade.”

If they were of the same grade, they wouldn’t feel pain when guiding. In fact, according to the novel’s description, they even felt a slight pleasure, like taking a mild drug.

He was already curious about what it would feel like. With his heart pounding, Bomin smiled brightly at Jin Gyugeon, his lips curving into a wide circle.

“You’re positive, Guide Lee Bomin, which is good. But if you do something reckless with your body in pain like last time, I will never overlook it again. Did you understand?”

While a drop in guiding magic power would have been a bad thing, an increase was a good thing for Bomin. So Jin Gyugeon also smiled back at Bomin.

However, he didn’t forget to give Bomin a serious warning for disregarding his own well-being.

“Yes, doctor.”

Although healing Espers were in a position to treat ability users, most were called Espers. Jin Gyugeon’s eyes widened at the unfamiliar title, his thin lips curving into a smile.

“I like the title ‘doctor’.” 

***

“The A-grade guide dormitory is nice.”

The association adjusted Bomin’s guide rank to A-grade. Moreover, according to the test results, there was an expectation that Bomin could become an S-grade guide, so a high-ranking association staff member personally introduced Bomin to his new dormitory.

The previous dormitory had all the necessary furniture, but it felt like it was full with just a bed.

Although not as luxurious as the S-grade Espers’ dormitories, it had a separate bedroom and dressing room, and the bathroom had a bathtub large enough for two adult men.

“The bed is huge. Is it bigger than a king size?”

The most appealing thing was the bed. It was large enough for five adult men to lie down comfortably. It seemed like it would be difficult to fall off the bed even during rough s*x.

Bomin lightly threw himself onto the spacious bed. Since being kidnapped by Non-K, time had been passing like an arrow released from a bow.

“This is what they call a blessing in disguise.”

It wasn’t long ago that he had been in despair, wondering what to do as his guiding magic power dropped. There was a sense of emptiness as if a considerable amount of time had passed.

“The best thing is that I can have s*x without pain.”

Bomin raised his hand and folded one finger.

“The dormitory has also been upgraded. I’ll be earning a lot of money from now on. And the Espers won’t be able to treat me carelessly anymore.”

Only his little finger remained extended, twitching in the air.

“…Then, I need to plan how to deal with Seok Changmu, that bastard.”

Just saying his name made him grind his teeth. A stalker who had tried to kill him in real life and followed him into the fictional world.

“I don’t know what method Seok Changmu used, but he’s definitely using Jeong Hotae’s appearance…”

When Bomin thought of Seok Changmu, his eyes, which had been burning with anger, dimmed when he thought of Jeong Hotae.

“Bad guy… Where did you hide again?”

At first, he was so confused because their appearances were too similar. But after meeting the real Jeong Hotae, Seok Changmu was just wearing Jeong Hotae’s skin.

Bomin definitely felt the presence of the real Jeong Hotae who had approached him. But Jeong Hotae disappeared again without staying by Bomin’s side.

“I need to find out if controlling shadows is Jeong Hotae’s ability or Seok Changmu’s ability.”

Bomin didn’t know the abilities of all the Espers in the association. However, the ability to control shadows seemed special even to Bomin, who didn’t know much about it.

“Ah, my head hurts when I think about complicated things…”

Bomin rolled around on the bed. When he buried his head in the fluffy duvet that smelled of sunshine, the throbbing headache gradually subsided.

“I want to have s*x, s*x, s*x…”

As his body relaxed, his desire for s*x intensified. When Bomin was agonizing over who to call first for s*x, the sound of a bell rang from the door.