PV Ch.13 Part 2

“…Ah.”

Ever since Song Jaeho awakened as an S-rank Esper, he rarely experienced deep sleep. His senses were too keen, and the adrenaline from life-or-death missions took time to dissipate.

Yet, he had fallen into a deep slumber for the first time in what felt like ages. Although he couldn’t remember the dream, he wanted to stay in that blissful state.

Then he felt a hand touch him. His mind, lost in the dream, was instantly pulled back to reality.

“…Lee Bomin?”

“Song Jaeho, wake up quickly.”

He opened his eyes to find Bomin staring back at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. Bomin was lying on his side, using Song Jaeho’s arm as a pillow. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.”

It was their first time waking up in the same bed after falling asleep together.

It felt as if a soft feather was tickling his heart. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not unpleasant. Song Jaeho, with a smile playing on his lips, showered Bomin’s face in light kisses.

“Heu, what are you doing…”

Bomin tried to dodge the onslaught of kisses by turning his head, but it was no use. Song Jaeho left no part of his face untouched before finally lifting his head.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did… but that’s not important right now.”

“Oh? What’s important?”

Bomin would have thought he had become a beekeeper with how much honey Song Jaeho’s gaze seemed to hold. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if Song Jaeho had eaten something strange, then remembered why he had woken him up.

“Look at this.”

“…Your b*tt?”

Bomin pulled down the blanket and lay on his stomach, his finger pointing to the space between his butt cheeks.

Song Jaeho’s hazel eyes darted back and forth, glued to the sight of the smooth curve of Bomin’s ass. His c*ck, still rock hard, twitched. He swallowed unconsciously. Bomin even went as far as to spread his cheeks with his hands, offering a better view.

“What… What are you doing?”

“Is it alright?”

“…What?”

The soft pink folds were clearly visible. They were tightly closed, as if they had never been stretched wide enough to swallow a fist, a stark contrast to the boldness of their owner.

“I’m asking about your hole. It had two baguettes shoved up there yesterday.”

Song Jaeho’s slow, deliberate words frustrated Bomin. He whipped his head around to glare at him.

The first thing Bomin had worried about upon waking up was his precious hole.

He would have gone to the bathroom to check if he had the energy, but his body felt like jelly, devoid of strength. It didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t muster the energy to move.

Then he saw Song Jaeho, sound asleep with Bomin’s head resting on his arm, seemingly unbothered by the potential discomfort. Bomin decided to wake him up.

Song Jaeho opened his eyes immediately, but his gaze was unfocused. Perhaps he was still half asleep.

“…Want me to massage it?”

“What?”

Was he always this bad at holding a conversation? The reply was completely out of place. As Bomin reached for the bedpost to pull himself up, something unexpected happened.

“Huh…?”

Before his elbow could straighten, his hips were lifted into the air. He found himself face down on the bed, his ass sticking up in the air.

“What are you… Hngh!”

The sight of that hole, nestled between his pale b*ttocks, was the final straw. Song Jaeho’s already tenuous hold on his sanity snapped.

Giving in to his impulses, he lowered his head. The lips that had been peppering Bomin’s face moments ago were now trailing down to that alluring hole.

“Haa… Ah…”

“…You’re insane.”

Bomin’s words did nothing to deter Song Jaeho. He inhaled deeply, savoring Bomin’s scent. Bomin was intoxicating. He might have an innocent face, but when he was flushed and bothered, he exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to resist.

His body, too, was the same. Logically, Song Jaeho knew it was just another part of the body, and not inherently special. But Bomin’s entrance… it was as if it emitted a sweetness that clouded his judgment.

From the tightly closed hole to the supple flesh surrounding it, and even his soft, flaccid c*ck, every inch of him was tempting.

“Ahh…”

Choosing the most delicious part, Song Jaeho pressed his lips against Bomin’s entrance and sucked. The soft skin, freshly washed the night before, was pulled into his mouth.

He held Bomin’s hips firmly in place, his tongue lapping greedily at the sensitive flesh.

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin’s breath hitched. His back arched as Song Jaeho’s thick tongue parted his folds and slipped inside.

Large hands massaged his tense back. Song Jaeho’s tongue darted around, as if searching for honey hidden within the warm folds.

The sheets crumpled in Bomin’s grip as pleasure, not pain, coursed through him. Tears welled up in his eyes, making his dark eyelashes appear even darker.

“It’s amazing.”

The thought that this hole, currently struggling to accommodate a single tongue, could swallow two c*cks filled him with a strange sense of wonder. Holding Bomin still, Song Jaeho buried his face between those cheeks once more.

As much as he wanted to replace his tongue with the throbbing c*ck between his legs, he held himself back. He wanted to show Bomin that he wasn’t just a guide there to provide him with temporary relief.

He wanted to use his actions to apologize for the countless times he had been selfish, prioritizing his own desires over Bomin’s well-being.

“I… I can’t take it anymore…”

Bomin pushed at Song Jaeho with a whimper. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten. He had confirmed his hole was fine, now he wanted to fill his stomach. Unfortunately, it was proving difficult with Song Jaeho latched onto his ass.

“Just a little longer.”

Song Jaeho caught Bomin’s softening c*ck with his hand and started stroking. Bomin’s body trembled.

A wave of pleasure washed over him, his entire body tingling. Song Jaeho soothed him with gentle nips and continued stroking.

“Ah, hng, ah…”

Bomin succumbed to the pleasure, forgetting his hunger. He bucked his hips weakly, rubbing against Song Jaeho’s hand as if it were a real c*ck.

Prec*m, leaking from the swollen tip of his c*ck, acted as a lubricant. The sounds of their bodies rubbing together filled the room.

Amused by Bomin’s eagerness, Song Jaeho let out a breathy chuckle, nuzzling his neck before sucking hard on the sensitive skin.

Bomin’s skin was so sensitive that the slightest touch left a mark. Song Jaeho littered his back with love bites, his hand working diligently.

“Haa… Ah…“

After climaxing into Song Jaeho’s hand, Bomin collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.”

“Okay…”

* * * 

“Is it good?”

“Yes. Stop bothering me.”

Bomin swatted at Song Jaeho, who kept interrupting him. He loved good food as much as he loved s*x. 

Unfortunately, ever since he had entered the novel, eating on time was becoming increasingly difficult.

The S-rank Espers’ quarters were comparable to a luxury hotel. The dining room table was overflowing with dishes ordered from room service. 

Korean, Western, Chinese, Japanese—it was a veritable buffet. But Bomin didn’t need to lift a finger. Song Jaeho diligently moved each dish within Bomin’s reach as soon as he glanced at it.

“Let me poke it just once. How can something like that fit in there?”

Bomin shot him an irritated glance, but Song Jaeho was undeterred. His eyes were glued to Bomin’s cheeks, now puffed out like a chipmunk’s.

Judging by his slightly crazed expression, Song Jaeho wasn’t going to back down until he got to touch. Bomin sighed and offered his cheek. 

“So soft and squishy…”

Bomin’s cheeks were naturally full, though not to the point of being chubby. However, they were currently stretched to their limit, filled with food. Song Jaeho blushed at the sensation.

Bomin hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and chased it down with half a glass of cola.

“Are you a pervert? Get ahold of yourself.”

First, he had buried his face in his ass like a madman, and now he was staring with glazed-over eyes. He was clearly suffering from some aftereffects of nearly losing control. 

Oblivious to Bomin’s thoughts, Song Jaeho continued to stare at his bulging cheeks, completely entranced. 

“…Ah.”

Unable to help himself, Song Jaeho left a mark on Bomin’s fair cheek. Bomin, who had been in the middle of stuffing three pieces of steak into his mouth, glared at him. 

“What can I say? You’re adorable. Not my fault.”

Song Jaeho held up his hands in surrender at the menacing look. Bomin sighed, turning slightly so he could focus on finishing the rest of the food.

“I’m full…” 

The mountain of food had vanished into Bomin’s stomach. His previously flat stomach was now pleasantly rounded. 

Even breathing was a challenge. Bomin leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach. He could have sworn he heard a faint sloshing sound each time his hand made contact. 

“Where’s my phone?”

Song Jaeho, who had been staring at Bomin with a lovestruck expression, gestured with his hand. A phone came flying through the air and landed in Bomin’s outstretched hand. 

“Your ability is so convenient. I’m jealous.”

Instead of his useless guiding ability—which was only good for lowering Espers’ rampage levels—Bomin wanted Song Jaeho’s ability. With it, not only would his daily life be easier, but he could also explore a myriad of kinky possibilities. 

“The squirrel is crying.”

“Who’s the squirrel?”

“Guide Kim Seohun.”

Bomin scrolled through his messages, finally opening his chat with Kim Seohun. 

Kim Seohun had gone to the dorms to find him, only to discover the wreckage. He couldn’t get a hold of Bomin, and the administration only told him that Bomin was safe and sound within the Association. The chat was filled with crying emojis.

“Hmm. Looks like you’ve gotten close to Kim Seohun. But he’s a Guide, you know?”

“Yeah. And so?”

“Don’t tell me you’re having s*x with Guides too?”

“Is there a rule against it?”

“Well…”

No, there wasn’t. 

But he had always assumed Guides were not competition since they were typically involved with Espers… 

Competition? 

Song Jaeho froze, his face slack with realization. 

“What’s with that stupid look? Are you sure you’re okay?” 

Bomin, having sent Kim Seohun his current location, noticed Song Jaeho as he picked up his glass. Song Jaeho looked as if he had been hit by a falling flower pot.

“You… You’re not thinking about dating, are you?”

“Dating? Depends on what you mean by dating.”

After a long silence, Song Jaeho finally spoke, and it was to ask about dating. Bomin drained his glass and snuggled closer to Song Jaeho, slinging an arm around his neck. 

“If it means being tied down to one person, then no, absolutely not.”

“…Ever? Not even in your wildest dreams?”

“Nope. I hate being restricted.”

There was a time when he wished for someone to restrict him, to keep him tethered. He yearned for someone who would hold onto him just as desperately as he wanted to hold onto them.

But those feelings had long since faded. Pure, unwavering love for a single person now seemed like the most useless and foolish thing in the world. 

“Ha…”

“Don’t tell me you want to date me?”

Bomin grinned, leaning into Song Jaeho’s crestfallen face.

“Ow! That hurts!”

Song Jaeho might have held back, but it was still strong enough to make Bomin’s head ring. He rubbed his forehead, glaring at Song Jaeho. 

“To think I fell for someone like you…”

“Someone like me? Are you kidding me?”

Song Jaeho was infamous for being a shameless flirt. He was the type to use people’s feelings without a shred of guilt. 

To be called ‘someone like you’ by him was infuriating.

Bomin grabbed his fork and started poking Song Jaeho in the chest. He wouldn’t dare if Song Jaeho were an ordinary person. But he knew he was just poking a brick wall—Song Jaeho’s skin wouldn’t even bruise. 

“That tickles.”

Song Jaeho allowed himself to be poked, realizing he had misspoken. 

“I’m sorry for calling you ‘someone like me.’ It was my fault. Please don’t be mad. Okay?”

The realization of his feelings was as sudden as it was bewildering. This was… love, something he had never truly experienced. But he found himself adapting quickly.

Perhaps it had been there all along, bubbling under the surface. The moment he heard Bomin had been kidnapped, he couldn’t sleep or eat. He searched everywhere, and when he finally found Bomin… the urge to protect him, to keep him safe, had overridden his own self-preservation. 

He might not have had a name for it back then, but Song Jaeho’s heart had already been stolen.

“Be nice to me. I’m not going to guide just anyone anymore.”

Now that he was full, Bomin recalled what had happened before Song Jaeho intervened. 

Bomin wanted to have s*x with two people because he wanted to be penetrated both ways simultaneously, not because he wanted two dicks in one hole at the same time.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was opposed to the other. But the sheer size of their c*cks was incomparable to that of ordinary men. 

Even handling one was a challenge. Taking two at once was something even Bomin, a self-proclaimed s*x addict, had to mentally prepare for.

It had been as painful as his first time. There had been no time for pleasure, only pain. 

“Anything for you. So, promise you’ll keep having s*x with me?”

Taking the fork from Bomin’s hand, Song Jaeho lifted him onto his lap.

He was so whipped that he found everything about Bomin endearing, even his attempts to stab him with a fork. Perhaps some part of his brain had malfunctioned. 

The thought of sharing Bomin with others made him sick to his stomach. But it was better than pushing him away with unreasonable demands. 

“But you’re dumping Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam. They hurt you.”

Song Jaeho wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away. If there were competitors, he would eliminate them, as long as it didn’t upset Bomin. And right now, Bomin was furious with those two. This was his chance.