PV Ch.2 Part 1

#2. I Possessed A Promiscuous Villain (2)

Won Seongwoo frowned at the sensation of someone’s eyes on him. He’d sensed the soft footsteps approaching a while ago but assumed they’d simply pass by. He was mistaken.

It seemed he was the destination. The footsteps halted in front of him, and he felt the weight of an intense gaze raking over his body.

The eyes lingered on his face for a moment before settling on his lower abdomen, unwavering in their scrutiny. He even caught the sound of a gulp, the other person’s saliva traveling down their throat, amplified by his sensitive hearing.

Finally, Won Seongwoo was forced to push past the drowsiness that had been pulling him under and open his eyes.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

“…Lee Bomin?”

“Yep. Hey there.”

Recognition sparked in Won Seongwoo’s eyes, his expression turning stormy as he realized who had disturbed his rest.

Bomin, seemingly oblivious to the chilling aura emanating from him, continued to admire his face.

Won Seongwoo was currently sprawled on a bench nestled beneath the shade of a large tree. Thin rays of sunlight, filtering through the leaves, danced across his chiseled features.

He was handsome, with softer lines than Han Biseong, yet more defined than Song Jaeho.

His eyes, framed by prominent double eyelids, could have easily been overwhelming. However, their perfectly-proportioned contours held the fierce glint of his irises captive, creating a captivating allure.

Above all, the husky timbre of his sleep-roughened voice was undeniably sexy, a sound that tugged at one’s heartstrings. Bomin imagined Won Seongwoo whispering lust-filled words in his ear, the thought sending a wave of heat through his lower body. He crossed his legs, suppressing the urge to bury his hand in his pants. He reminded himself, with some difficulty, that they were currently in a public area with people passing by. 

“We’re supposed to do an emergency Guiding. You got the message, right?”

Won Seongwoo merely stared at Bomin coldly, offering no response. A palpable wave of hostility emanated from him, raising goosebumps on the back of Bomin’s neck. 

But Bomin wouldn’t be deterred by a little hostility. 

He glanced around briefly before boldly straddling Won Seongwoo’s lap.

“…Move.” 

The words rumbled low in his throat, escaping from those perfectly sculpted lips. Shifting slightly on his lap, Bomin could feel the telltale tension in Won Seongwoo’s left hand, the one that always held his retractable blade.

“We haven’t had a Guiding session in a week. They’ll be sending people from the department soon.”

Won Seongwoo remained silent, seemingly unable to refute Bomin’s words. Bomin savored the feel of the hard muscles beneath his fingertips, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he leaned in close, their faces barely a breath apart.

“Don’t you think so?”

Won Seongwoo’s eyes, which had been radiating annoyance, flickered for a split second. Seizing the opportunity, Bomin closed the remaining distance, capturing his lips in a kiss.

Won Seongwoo felt hotter than most people, his body radiating a gentle heat even through their clothes.

Bomin closed his eyes and angled his head for better access, but Won Seongwoo’s lips remained firmly pressed shut. Undeterred, Bomin ran his tongue along the seam, like someone impatiently knocking on a closed door. 

When that didn’t elicit a response, he moved the hand that had been resting on Won Seongwoo’s chest and pressed his thumb into the muscle near his n*pple.

“Haa…”

The pressure forced Won Seongwoo’s lips apart, and Bomin took full advantage, slipping his tongue inside to tease and taste. But just as he began to lose himself in the kiss, savoring the feel of Won Seongwoo’s tongue against his own—

“Agh… You…”

Won Seongwoo shoved him back, and Bomin found himself sprawled on the bench, his back screaming in protest. Song Jaeho had been rough earlier, leaving his back mottled with bruises and scratches. The added impact brought tears to his eyes, his breath catching in a pained gasp. 

A healing potion would have erased the pain in an instant, but those were expensive, and the original Bomin hadn’t bothered to keep any on hand. Putting food on the table and indulging in luxury items like healing potions were two very different things, and Bomin was used to making do. 

“Get lost while I’m still being nice.”

Even as he looked down at Bomin, who must have been a picture of pathetic vulnerability, Won Seongwoo resembled a predator guarding its territory.

“Wow, real gentlemanly. After resorting to violence, no less.” Bomin roughly wiped his eyes, ignoring the sting as he did so. The skin around his eyes was raw, but the pain was nothing compared to the throbbing ache in his back. 

As his vision cleared, he pulled out his phone and dialed the Esper Rampage Management Division.

“This is Guide Lee Bomin. Requesting forced Guiding for Esper Won Seongwoo.” 

Bomin met Won Seongwoo’s eyes, watching as his brows drew together in a frown. Then, as their eyes locked, a smile curved in Bomin’s lips, his gaze sparkling with amusement despite the lingering moisture. 

He stared blankly at the phone as Won Seongwoo snatched it from his hand. If only he were an Esper. Apart from their Guiding abilities, Guides were no different from ordinary humans in terms of physical strength. As it was, Bomin was powerless to stop Won Seongwoo from taking his phone. 

“Come with me.”

“Ugh…”

Won Seongwoo, having hung up the phone without a second thought, grabbed Bomin’s wrist and began to drag him away. There was no consideration in his grip, no attempt to ease the pain that shot up Bomin’s arm.

He bit back a groan, trying to keep up, but Won Seongwoo’s strength was overwhelming. It had been a while since he had been so utterly overpowered. Sure, Han Biseong and Song Jaeho had their moments of roughhousing, but they had never been physically abusive, nor had Bomin felt so acutely aware of the power difference between them.

The unpleasant feeling of helplessness ignited a flicker of defiance within him.

“Ugh…”

Won Seongwoo pulled him to a secluded area behind the building. Judging by the cigarette b*tts littering the ground, it seemed to be a popular smoking spot. 

Bomin was shoved against the wall, his breath hitching as pain flared in his back. He didn’t need a mirror to know what it looked like now.

“Open your mouth. You like d*cks, don’t you?”

Bomin could only manage a humorless chuckle as he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, followed by the sight of Won Seongwoo’s erection. 

While it was true that Bomin enjoyed s*x and had a particular fondness for c*cks, rape was not exactly his cup of tea. Consensual BDSM was one thing, but this…

Just like in the novel, Won Seongwoo’s p*nis was impressive, thick even from the base. Perhaps due to not having transformed into his wolf form yet, it was still shaped like a normal man’s.

A musky, primal scent emanated from it, and despite his disgust, Bomin felt himself reacting. His pants, already damp from the moment he’d imagined Won Seongwoo’s voice, tightened around his own hardening c*ck.

Unlike his, however, Won Seongwoo’s impressive member remained flaccid, a clear indication that he wasn’t aroused in the slightest. It was a blow to Bomin’s ego, however misplaced that might be in the current situation. 

Bomin wrapped his hand around the impressive length, stroking up and down. He licked a path from base to tip, his tongue tracing the sensitive underside and swirling around the slit of the head.

The flesh, slick with saliva and the metallic tang of blood from his split lip, quickly hardened beneath his touch. The c*ck, now fully erect, was even more impressive than he’d imagined, its hardness almost painful against his palm.

“Ahh…” 

Won Seongwoo finally broke his silence, a low groan escaping him. Bomin palmed his balls, kneading gently, before opening his mouth wide and taking the head into his mouth. 

Even for someone experienced with giving head, taking Won Seongwoo’s entire length proved to be a challenge. The stretching sensation, bordering on pain, filled his mouth, and he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to relax. 

It felt less like a c*ck and more like a giant python slowly worming its way down his throat. It was an entirely new experience, even for someone with his history. 

His hair was damp with sweat by the time he managed to fit it all in, the tip brushing the back of his throat.

“Nggh, uh…”

His gag reflex kicked in, and he felt a wave of nausea, the pressure on his throat immense. His jaw ached, stretched to its absolute limit. 

His neck, usually slender, was stretched taut, creating a grotesque image.

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck pulsed against the sensitive skin inside his cheek, the ridges of veins leaving their imprint on his flesh.

Then, just as Bomin felt tears welling up again, his vision blurring, Won Seongwoo’s eyes, which had been fixed on him with an unsettling intensity, darkened. The power dynamic shifted.

“Khh, ugh…”

A large hand clamped down on the back of Bomin’s head, forcing him down. Strands of his dark hair were caught between Won Seongwoo’s fingers, pulled taut.

Bomin choked, clawing at Won Seongwoo’s hips, trying to pull away, but the hand on his head was unrelenting. His back arched, a silent plea for mercy, but it went unanswered.

His jaw throbbed, the pressure unbearable.

“…Nnnh, haa, nggh, agh…”

His head was forced back and forth, scraping against Won Seongwoo’s pubic hair, the friction drawing blood. His back spasmed, the muscles screaming in protest.

The relentless assault split his lip further, sending a fresh wave of pain radiating across his face. He barely registered it, lost in a haze of pain and the desperate need for air. 

Won Seongwoo must have been in pain too, but if anything, his grip tightened.

The feeling of his airway being constricted, his oxygen supply dwindling, seemed to please Won Seongwoo. A guttural growl, almost primal in nature, rumbled above him.

Tears, saliva, and precum mingled on Bomin’s skin, staining the dirt floor beneath them. He was breathing through his nose, but barely, his face slick with fluids.

He looked less like a human and more like an animal, desperate and broken.