PV Ch.12 Part 3

Unlike his previous dormitory, this new one was in the form of a small apartment, so this dormitory also had a doorbell.

“It must be the person in front of the door.”

It felt like the food he wanted had been delivered without him ordering it. Bomin, who had a fluttering heart, stood up from the bed and headed towards the door.

“Who… ?”

He thought there would only be one person, but there were two.

“It’s Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam.”

He had ordered one fried chicken, but it seemed like he got a bonus. A vision of a flesh-colored feast with the two of them flashed through Bomin’s mind.

“You moved dormitories?”

Han Biseong strode into Bomin’s new nest without waiting for him to invite him in. Bomin raised one eyebrow and shrugged. He gestured to Yoon Bisam, who was standing politely by the door.

“Come in.”

“Thank you for welcoming me.”

Even though their own dormitories were more modest, Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam looked around Bomin’s new place for a while. They looked like parents inspecting their child’s newly independent home.

“What brings you here?”

Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, Bomin asked the two why they had come. No matter what the reason was, Bomin’s mind was already filled with thoughts of taking them to bed.

“We went to the treatment center, but they said you were discharged. So we went to your old dormitory, but it was empty. We went to the administration office and asked right away.”

At those words, Bomin wondered if privacy for guides didn’t exist in this world.

It was definitely a situation that could be considered intrusive, as they had come without being called. On the one hand, he was unhappy that his new home had been revealed without his consent.

“You both came empty-handed.”

At Bomin’s words, Han Biseong rubbed his palms on his pants awkwardly. Yoon Bisam met Bomin’s gaze directly and raised the corners of his lips.

“What do you want?”

“There are many things I want. Since the dressing room is bigger now, I want to fill it with clothes and accessories. I also want a big TV.”

The dormitory was clean, but it only had the necessary furniture.

“There’s a refrigerator, but there’s no rice cooker or microwave. Ah, and no vacuum cleaner.”

While electrical appliances were available, mana stone-powered ones were more efficient. However, they were more expensive.

As Bomin looked around the accommodations, listing the things he needed, a smile grew wider on Yoon Bisam’s lips.

“Just buy everything you need. There’s no limit.”

A pitch-black card was placed in front of Bomin. It exuded an air of extraordinary wealth just by looking at it. The name ‘Yoon Bisam’ inscribed on the card seared itself into Bomin’s retina.

“What? Need a card? Use mine too.”

Another card of the same design was placed next to the black card.

“Oh.”

Bomin held both cards in his hands, alternating his gaze between them, savoring the moment. Normally, Bomin preferred using his own money rather than spending what others gave him, but it was different with Espers.

Even if he racked up hundreds of millions using their cards, his conscience would remain clear.

“Alright. I’ll use them well.”

Without refusing, Bomin carefully put the cards away and stood up from the sofa.

“Heard the news? My Guiding magic power went up.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I’m on the verge of a rampage risk right now.”

Han Biseong extended his wrist, revealing the bracelet adorning it. As he said, the color that appeared on the bracelet was yellow.

“Yoon Bisam, you came here for Guiding too?”

“To see your face as well, killing two birds with one stone.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Perhaps complicated thoughts would be easily sorted out after some intense s*x. Bomin, followed by the two large men, quietly entered the bedroom.

“The bed is huge! I like this bed the most.”

Bomin pointed to the bed as he removed the clothes he was wearing one by one. Two different gazes swept over his pristine nakedness with a penetrating look.

“But… Guiding simultaneously?”

Han Biseong shot Yoon Bisam a questioning look, his expression troubled. While some people intentionally engaged in threesomes or orgies, Han Biseong had never done so. It simply wasn’t his preference.

“Yes. I’m going to do it with both of you. If you don’t like it, go to another Guide and get Guided.”

Bomin, lying sprawled on the bed, spoke in a husky voice. Looking at the two men, he seemed determined not to back down.

While putting two things in at the same time might be pushing it, Bomin was confident in his ability to use his mouth well. He also wanted to see if he could handle Guiding two S-rank Espers at once.

“I don’t mind.”

His expression remained as cold as ever. However, Yoon Bisam’s pupils were already ablaze with desire as they traced Bomin’s body.

Yoon Bisam unbuttoned the Esper uniform he was wearing and headed towards the bed. Unlike Bomin, who was completely naked, Yoon Bisam only removed his top before climbing onto Bomin.

“Mmm…”

“Already getting hard? You’re quite eager.”

His rosy n*pples seemed to beg to be touched as they tilted shyly towards the air. Yoon Bisam inserted a small, flesh-colored object between his fingers and rolled it, chuckling softly.

“Who doesn’t like it? You’re just flustered because it’s your first time.”

Han Biseong quickly followed suit, removing his top and climbing onto the bed. As he moved, the mattress sank deeply. He settled beside Bomin’s head and, unbuckling his belt, pulled out his hardening flesh.

“Suck it.”

Excitement surged through him as he adapted to the new situation. Han Biseong’s pupils glinted with heat as he rubbed his smooth earlobe against Bomin’s lips. 

Bomin extended his tongue, teasingly licking Yoon Bisam’s ur*thra before swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud like a lollipop.

“Ah, mmm…”

However, Bomin couldn’t continue caressing Han Biseong’s erection as he spread his legs, startled by the foreign sensation of being penetrated.

“It’s too tight here. Bomin, don’t you have any lube?”

A finger slid all the way in, circling the warm mucous membrane like a corkscrew. The inner walls clung tightly as the finger rotated in a circle.

Han Biseong, eyes squeezed shut as he savored the sensation of Bomin’s tongue, nervously pulled a single-use lube packet from his pocket and tossed it to Yoon Bisam.

“Since we’re doing this together, let’s be courteous.”

Han Biseong pressed his swollen c*ck against Bomin’s lips, who was biting his own lip in pain.

After Yoon Bisam withdrew his finger, he generously coated it with lube. This time, two fingers slid in effortlessly, being gently sucked into the hole.

The wet, sucking sound eased the frown on Bomin’s face. He reached out and, with a groan, took Han Biseong’s fully erect c*ck into his mouth.

His hand went lower, stroking the taut sack beneath the shaft, guiding the head deeper into his mouth. The pressure was so intense that Bomin had to strain his jaw to accommodate it.

Lying flat on his back, he could only fit the head and the first few inches, but he moved his head back and forth, trying to accommodate the entire length. 

“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”

Han Biseong brushed Bomin’s hair back from his forehead. His lower abdomen tightened as Bomin’s eyes, reddening at the edges, met his gaze.

Bomin met Han Biseong’s gaze, his eyes wide open, as he pulled back from the shaft. He pressed his lips against the slick head, then ran his tongue along the length of the c*ck. 

“Mmm…”

A groan escaped Bomin’s lips as the scent of Han Biseong’s musk filled his nostrils.

“Ah…”

“You need to focus on down there too.”

The hole had stretched enough to accommodate three fingers. Yoon Bisam used his fingers like a c*ck, thrusting in and out while gripping Bomin’s c*ck in his hand.

The plump flesh began to swell slightly in the warm palm.

The flesh, which seemed like it would smell heavenly, hardened quickly under the touch of the hand moving up and down.

“It’s a useless c*ck, but it hardens so fast.”

Yoon Bisam pressed his thumb against the hole, spreading the transparent fluid that was oozing out.

“Ugh, ah…!”

Bomin’s back arched against the mattress, his hips bucking. The hand that gripped Han Biseong’s c*ck tightened, the pressure intense. Han Biseong winced, his hand hovering over Bomin’s chest.

Yoon Bisam’s touch had already left the n*pples a vibrant crimson. Han Biseong pressed his nails into the tender flesh. 

As if Han Biseong’s c*ck was a lifeline, Bomin gasped, clutching the large c*ck tightly. His body was responding faster than usual, overwhelmed by the simultaneous stimulation.

“Yoon Bisam, are you just going to keep teasing? If you’re not going to finish, I’ll go first.”

Han Biseong, aroused by the sight of Bomin’s heaving chest, urged Yoon Bisam to hurry. Yoon Bisam circled his fingers inside the hole one last time before withdrawing them. 

The hole, which had expanded to the size of a hand, shrunk rapidly as if it had never been that large, its edges puckering.

Before the hole closed completely, Yoon Bisam pulled out his c*ck and pressed the tip against Lee Bomin’s entrance.

“Ah…”

With the hole stretched to its limit, Bomin opened his mouth and let out a breathless moan.

“It feels like it’s going to break, ease up a bit.”

Even though Yoon Bisam tried to loosen his grip, Bomin’s hole contracted elastically, squeezing his c*ck tightly.

Frowning slightly, Yoon Bisam grabbed Bomin’s c*ck and began to shake it. It wasn’t their first time having s*x, nor had it been a long time since their last encounter.

However, because they were both having s*x with Bomin at the same time, his body was unusually tense, despite his mind being elsewhere.

“Ha, uh…”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

Someone was watching them have s*x. Han Biseong roughly swept his hair back.

Even though Bomin was out of it, he was still fingering Han Biseong’s c*ck. But the moment the memory of Bomin’s tight, juicy interior surfaced, his thirst intensified.

Han Biseong reached out and gripped Bomin’s bony chest, squeezing it tightly. As his n*pples and c*ck were stimulated, the narrow hole, which had been rigid, softened.

“You swallowed it well.”

Yoon Bisam praised Bomin without waiting for a response. He released the c*ck he had been playing with and grabbed Bomin’s hips. He rubbed the joined area, where their skin barely touched, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

The slick inner walls quickly adjusted to Yoon Bisam’s size. Even though the pressure was intense, like being punched, the stimulation of the pressure points made Bomin gradually forget the pain.

“Ah, aah, ha, uh, ah…!”

Every time a sickening thud, a ‘puck’, ‘thwack’, of flesh colliding echoed, Bomin let out a breathless moan. His pale legs trembled helplessly with each thrust.

“It’s not enough to just work the bottom hole.”

Han Biseong grabbed Bomin’s head and, as he groaned, shoved his c*ck into the wide-open mouth. The skin stretched painfully, but the pleasure was stronger.

“Mph, phh…”

Bomin opened his throat, accepting the tip of the c*ck. As his body was lifted by the thrusts from below, his palate and throat were pounded by the c*ck like a club.

No matter how wide he opened his jaw, it was useless. He instinctively stimulated the c*ck with his sharp teeth.

Han Biseong’s fierce eyes narrowed as he gripped Bomin’s hair tightly in his fist. He arched his back, thrusting his c*ck deep into Bomin’s throat with brutal force.

“Mph…!”

Bomin’s face, drained of color, flushed red, then paled again, cycling through shades. His tear-filled, black eyes looked up at Han Biseong with desperate longing.

Despite his pleading expression, Bomin instinctively flattened his tongue, widening his mouth to make it easier for the c*ck to enter.

It was a face that would normally evoke pity in anyone. But the tragedy was that Han Biseong found that very face unbearably arousing.