PV Ch.15 Part 2

“Lee Bomin, is it true?”

“What is?”

“About you signing an exclusive guide contract with that new S-rank Esper bastard.”

“Yeah.”

Bomin returned to Song Jaeho’s room after signing the contract with Shi Yu-hyeon. Shi Yu-hyeon wanted to stay with Bomin, but he had many things to do.

There were training sessions to attend, tests to undergo, and mountains of paperwork to complete. 

‘I’ll be back soon.’

Shi Yu-hyeon, lingeringly kissing Bomin’s lips, had reluctantly left with the Association staff who came to pick him up. 

Back in Song Jaeho’s quarters, Bomin found Kim Seohun in tears. He had eventually cried himself to sleep, his head resting on Bomin’s lap. 

Bomin was gently stroking Kim Seohun’s soft hair when Song Jaeho stormed into the room, his face dark with fury.

“…Me, too!”

“What? You want an exclusive guide contract, too?”

“Yeah!”

Song Jaeho was practically fuming, his face flushed with anger. 

“Okay.”

“…You’re agreeing this easily?”

“You’re the one who asked. What’s so hard about saying yes?”

Song Jaeho’s tense expression softened.

“You’ll probably say yes to anyone who asks, won’t you?”

“Yep.”

It was a win-win situation for Bomin. Exclusive guide contracts came with a hefty salary increase. Secretly, he was already dreaming of building a mansion. 

He still had many things to deal with, but he yearned for a space where he could indulge in his fantasies with the male leads, a place built to his liking.

And for that, he needed money. Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam had given him unlimited credit cards, but he preferred to build his mansion with his own earnings.

“Why am I even…” 

Song Jaeho was frustrated with himself. Why was he so bothered by the news of Bomin signing a contract with someone else?

He sat down beside Bomin, massaging his temples. Bomin was a constant source of stress. He would always find trouble whenever Song Jaeho let his guard down.

The fact that he was the only one feeling anxious about their relationship made him feel suffocated. He knew Bomin’s personality, and yet, it still stung whenever he was reminded that he meant nothing to Bomin. 

“Are you upset?” 

“…Do I look that petty?”

Kim Seohun, exhausted from crying, slept soundly through the commotion. 

Bomin grabbed a cushion to support Kim Seohun’s head before settling onto Song Jaeho’s lap.

“Does your head hurt? Want me to massage it?”

He placed his hands on Song Jaeho’s temples, applying gentle pressure. 

“Hmm…“

However, his hands were soon pushed away as Song Jaeho captured his lips in a searing kiss. Bomin, instead of resisting, responded softly, as if trying to soothe his troubled heart. 

Song Jaeho tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled. 

Song Jaeho’s hand slipped under Bomin’s shirt, his fingers trailing down his spine before cupping his chest, his thumb gently circling his n*pple. 

“Hmm… Wait…”

“Why? I want you.”

Song Jaeho caught his hand, pressing a kiss against his fingertips. His hazel eyes, darkened with desire, bore into Bomin.

Bomin’s gaze flickered towards Kim Seohun, who was sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor Guide, whose eyes were still red and puffy from crying.

But as Song Jaeho pulled him closer, his tongue invading his mouth, Bomin’s resolve crumbled.

* * *

“Hng, ah… Ah…” 

Splosh, splosh. The sounds of wet flesh slapping together filled the spacious living room.

Kim Seohun’s eyelids fluttered. A sliver of light peeked through, his eyes instinctively drawn towards the source of the noise. 

He saw it—a thick c*ck, larger than his wrist, disappearing and reappearing between pale, swaying b*ttocks.

It was slick with cum, evidence of at least one orgasm already achieved. 

“Too… hng… Too deep…”

“You like it when I pound you hard.”

“Ah, ah…” 

Bomin bucked against Song Jaeho, his hands gripping his shoulders as he tried to escape the relentless thrusts. 

But Song Jaeho held him firmly in place, his arm tightening around Bomin’s waist. He pinched a swollen n*pple between his fingers, eliciting a gasp. 

A trail of saliva escaped Bomin’s parted lips. He moaned, his head rolling back in pleasure.

At first, he had tried to stifle his moans, aware of the sleeping Guide. There was something thrilling about being intimate with Song Jaeho right next to the slumbering Kim Seohun. 

But as that thick c*ck pistoned in and out of him, his moans escaped his lips, growing louder with each thrust. 

He was losing himself in the sensation, forgetting everything but the pleasure that Song Jaeho was giving him. His mind reeled as Song Jaeho’s lips trailed across his heated skin. 

Kim Seohun, too, was losing himself in the spectacle. He had never seen Bomin like this, so completely enthralled, taken.

The sight of Bomin’s slender body impaled by another man’s c*ck, those lips wrapped around someone else’s dick, sent a pang of jealousy through him. And yet, he couldn’t deny the arousal that was building in his own groin. 

He instinctively crossed his legs, trying to suppress the growing hardness. 

Song Jaeho, laser-focused on Bomin, noticed the change in Kim Seohun’s breathing. Bomin had already cum twice, his c*ck slick with precum.

And it was hardening again, ready for more. 

“Bomin-ah.” 

“Mhm, hng…” 

Song Jaeho brushed Bomin’s sweat-drenched hair away from his forehead. His hazy eyes, clouded with lust, flickered towards him. 

“I think Guide Kim Seohun is awake.”

Kim Seohun froze, feeling as though he had been caught peeking at something he shouldn’t have seen. 

But in reality, both Bomin and Song Jaeho seemed unconcerned by his presence, their actions as brazen as ever. 

“Heuu… Seohun…?”

“Yes. Should we move to the bedroom?” 

Song Jaeho didn’t care if Kim Seohun watched. In fact, he had been hoping for this, his actions deliberate, meant to be seen.

Bomin, his arms wrapped around Song Jaeho’s neck, turned his head. And there he was, Kim Seohun, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and something else, something unreadable. 

A tear slipped down his cheek as he blinked.

And that’s when Bomin saw it, the unmistakable bulge in Kim Seohun’s pants. As if realizing where Bomin was looking, Kim Seohun flushed, quickly averting his gaze.

He acted as if he had done something wrong, even though he was completely innocent. Bomin reached out a hand. 

“Seohun-ah, come here…”

Kim Seohun hesitated for a moment before moving towards them. As he reached out to take Bomin’s hand, that massive c*ck was still buried deep inside Bomin, thrusting relentlessly.

“Wait… Hng, stop…”

“I don’t want to.”

Song Jaeho was being unusually stubborn today, ignoring Bomin’s pleas. He tightened his grip on Bomin’s hips. 

“Ugh…”

Unable to hold back any longer, he came, filling Bomin to the brim. Cum overflowed, dripping down Bomin’s thighs and onto the sofa. 

He didn’t care that he was ruining his expensive, custom-made sofa. All he could think about was Bomin. 

“Haa…“

Bomin, released from Song Jaeho’s grip, turned to face Kim Seohun. Kim Seohun seemed speechless, his lips moving soundlessly, as if trying to form words. 

“Seohun-ah, do you want to join us?”

Bomin caressed Kim Seohun’s face, pressing soft kisses against his skin. Kim Seohun’s eyes, a similar shade to Song Jaeho’s, but with a hint of vulnerability, trembled. 

“Does it… Does it disgust you that I would ask this?”

Bomin smiled faintly, understanding that his approach to s*x might be considered promiscuous by some.

Here, in the world of Espers and Guides, sexual freedom was the norm, especially for those who didn’t have pairing agreements. 

However, it wasn’t as if everyone embraced casual s*x. Guides, especially those who prioritized pleasure over guiding, faced judgment and discrimination. 

And there were Espers who took advantage of them.

Kim Seohun, on the other hand, had a more traditional view of relationships. Bomin’s proposition might have seemed too… out there for him. 

“N-No, not at all… It doesn’t disgust me.”

Seeing Bomin’s expression falter, Kim Seohun reached out, his hand gently cupping Bomin’s cheek. 

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know about Bomin’s love for s*x, or his tendency to be involved with multiple people. It was just… waking up to this had been overwhelming.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Bomin leaned closer, his tongue darting out to lick Kim Seohun’s lips before slipping past them, exploring the warm cavern within. 

“Lee Bomin, don’t forget about me.”

“Hngh…” 

Song Jaeho pulled Bomin back, two fingers plunging into his still-slick hole. Bomin, one hand gripping the sofa, the other cupping Kim Seohun’s face, continued kissing him. 

A symphony of obscene sounds filled the room as cum dripped down Bomin’s thighs, staining the sofa. 

Song Jaeho, completely unconcerned by the mess, focused solely on Bomin. 

“Ah, haa…”

He was taking Song Jaeho’s c*ck again. But the feeling of being stretched, filled, never got easier. 

Bomin’s hand slipped from Song Jaeho’s shoulder as his legs weakened. He buried his face against Kim Seohun’s neck. 

“Seohun-ah, I want yours…”

“Okay…”

Kim Seohun, entranced, unbuckled his belt and pulled out his already hard c*ck. Bomin licked at the tip, his tongue tracing the prominent veins. 

“Ahh…”

Song Jaeho grabbed Bomin’s hips, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Bomin’s ass quivered with each thrust, his flesh plumping and stretching invitingly. 

“You’re so hot.”

Even as he writhed, Bomin’s hands roamed, caressing Kim Seohun’s c*ck as his lips worked diligently. Song Jaeho, watching them, felt his own control slipping. 

Bomin took the head into his mouth, slowly swallowing it whole as he swayed against Song Jaeho. 

“Haa…”

Kim Seohun stroked Bomin’s hair, his fingers lingering on his slender neck. The damp skin felt warm and supple beneath his touch. 

“Hng, ah…“

Having swallowed Kim Seohun’s c*ck to the hilt, Bomin clung to his waist, his back arching with each thrust from Song Jaeho.

“Bomin-ah… Tell me if it hurts…” 

Kim Seohun was worried. Bomin’s pale skin was littered with marks, his body trembling. 

He ran his hands across his chest, then lower, his fingers gently teasing his n*pples. 

“Hng…” 

As Kim Seohun touched his chest, Bomin’s throat tightened around his c*ck. Kim Seohun, fighting the urge to cum, started thrusting slowly. 

(To be continued in Volume 3)