SOG Ch 181

“How do you think we were?”

Seon Jae-chan’s slightly closed lips relaxed. A pleasant smile curved at the corners of his mouth.

“Think about when we were 21… just before I regressed.”

Woo-jin’s expression darkened. There was little point in despising a future version of himself who had pretended to be romantically involved with Guide Nam Hae-sol. The problem started with who he was a few years ago.

Thinking back, it wasn’t that he didn’t love the Jae-chan who quickly looked out for his own interests. He was just slow to realize it. Despite the late realization, from their first meeting as Esper and Guide, Woo-jin had always been intensely aware of Seon Jae-chan’s existence, even when he had behaved ill-mannered and discriminated against people.

But now wasn’t the time to scrutinize his past feelings. He still had an important question for Jae-chan.

“How did you regress?”

Even in a world full of special abilities, turning back time was unheard of, like Noah Airy’s foresight. Jae-chan, who had been silent, quickly smiled again.

Go Woo-jin keenly noticed this overly quick response. Jae-chan continued in a calm voice.

“While facing Black Swan. Ah, we were on the same team then. You were with the E-SOF Unit, and I had transferred to the Intelligence Bureau. You know how bad our relationship was. But the situation was so terrible that E-SOF and the Intelligence Bureau had to team up.”

E-SOF and the Mobile Strike Force didn’t get along well either, but when the Intelligence Bureau got involved, the former two would band together. Jae-chan added unnecessary details to obscure the point and approached the core indirectly.

“We infiltrated Black Swan’s underground base in District Z, but couldn’t even touch them. Thinking back, Director Yoon Seomi was probably leaking all the information then too. We encountered a windless zone. I thought it was just bad luck, but it was probably another trap they had laid like this time.”

“…”

“Anyway, I think I returned to the past because of the miracle of the windless zone.”

Jae-chan surmised that the miracle of the windless zone was behind his regression. He thought this would be enough for Woo-jin to understand.

“The windless zone appeared, and then what?”

Woo-jin asked without giving him a chance. His piercing black eyes stared intently at Jae-chan. Under the orange light of the bedroom, Woo-jin’s lips wore a gentle smile and his voice was still kind, but Jae-chan suddenly felt like he was facing an interrogator in a dead-end corridor.

“…”

“You said you were facing Black Swan. What was it like just before you came back to the past? Were you in combat?”

“…We lost track of Black Swan and everything else…”

Jae-chan’s gaze dropped. His eyes, hiding his agitation, followed the irregular marks made by the wrinkles in the bed sheet.

“The operation team scattered and retreated. We were tending to the wounded.”

His calm voice continued.

“I was keeping watch and dozed off, and when I woke up, I was twenty-one again.”

Wow, it was so great. Seon Jae-chan laughed casually, meeting Woo-jin’s gaze again and nudging his side playfully.

*

Afterward, Woo-jin asked many questions about the era in which Jae-chan lived.

He did ask again about the situation just before the regression, but Seon Jae-chan gently deflected, repeating only what he had said initially. Mentioning his own death was different from revealing inner anxieties like the fact of his regression or Nam Hae-sol. It was clear that Woo-jin would be distressed, even if it was about past events.

Nevertheless, Woo-jin seemed to have sensed something.

His clinginess to Jae-chan became more intense. The frequency of their sexual intimacy also increased. Jae-chan now spent all his time naked, not even wearing a robe. To be precise, Woo-jin hadn’t forced this. It was probably the day after the doctor’s second visit. One morning, Jae-chan woke up slightly sweaty and realized Woo-jin wasn’t beside him.

‘…’

After confessing about his regression, even the robe, his last means of covering himself, had disappeared somewhere. Jae-chan considered going out naked to look for Woo-jin, but for the first time, he opened the wardrobe and took out one of Woo-jin’s training pants.

He rolled up the long pant legs and put them on. When he went out to the living room, Woo-jin was emptying a bottle of water. Woo-jin had also been naked for some time now.

Perhaps it was because his body was surrounded by such powerful muscles. If not for the terrifying and vicious thing hanging between his thighs, it would have felt like looking at an armored statue. What a handsome boyfriend I have. As Jae-chan was lost in admiration, observing the thick Adam’s apple moving up and down as Woo-jin swallowed water and his incredibly developed neck muscles…

“Are you cold?”

Woo-jin asked as he opened a new bottle of water. Jae-chan shook his head. He had actually woken up because it was too hot. He could feel the warmth of the floor even through his soft slippers. Despite this, Woo-jin kept asking.

“Should I turn up the heater?”

Jae-chan shook his head again, but Woo-jin approached as if he didn’t believe him. He handed Jae-chan the opened water bottle to drink and then felt his skin. His touch was a bit cool but familiar, checking the temperature of Jae-chan’s sufficiently warm skin.

Jae-chan felt embarrassed as Woo-jin slipped his hand under his chin to check his sweat-dampened skin. He grabbed Woo-jin’s heavy hand and started wiping it on his sweatpants before realizing, 

‘Oh, these aren’t my clothes.’

As he wiped the large palm on his dry stomach, Woo-jin gently pressed on his flat abdomen a couple of times before lowering his hand. He pulled on the tightly tied drawstring in one motion and pulled down the sweatpants.

Then he bent down and sat. Of course, Jae-chan wasn’t wearing underwear, so his d1ck covered in light body hair was exposed. As Jae-chan tried to cover himself in embarrassment, Woo-jin caressed him there as if it were no different from his shoulder or under his chin that he had checked earlier. He then lifted Jae-chan’s legs one by one. Jae-chan quietly acquiesced as the pants he had put on less than 5 minutes ago were completely removed.

He remained compliant when he was laid down on the sofa, when Woo-jin touched between his thighs again, when Woo-jin buried his face there, and when he entered him. Jae-chan accepted as much as Woo-jin wanted, in whatever position he desired. Afterward, he knew not to wear anything on his body.

Two days passed, and it was the tenth day since he had awakened.

“Nngh…!”

Jae-chan was thinking that he didn’t mind at all as he was bouncing like a rabbit with his waist held by Woo-jin.

He helplessly moved his hips, his cheeks flushed, matching the movements coming from behind. Hot breaths escaped between his swollen lips that had been bitten so much. This was already the third time tonight. Just moments ago, he had been pressed against the bedroom’s front window, lifted and penetrated, before practically begging Woo-jin to return to the bed.

While he was less afraid now, the excessive pleasure that felt like every cell in his body was on fire was still overwhelming. The rough kneading of his n1pples, swollen to the point of chafing, and the sensation of being thoroughly impaled by Woo-jin’s enormous d1ck were both too much to bear.

His weakened limbs shook like a doll’s. Yet his insides clenched tightly. With each unintentional tightening as his prostate was struck, Jae-chan’s eyes reddened. He let out continuous whimpers mixed with sobs – ah, hnng – as he took in the thick d1ck.

But no matter how overwhelming it was, even if it felt like he might be rubbed raw down there from too much activity, Jae-chan was happy as long as Woo-jin could feel reassured.

He felt reassured in return. It seemed like a dream that Woo-jin still needed him even after he had confessed about his regression. The hot body temperature, voice, and actions that seemed to crave him filled the emptiness inside like a bittersweet medicine, awakening his sense of reality.

Soon Jae-chan’s already flushed cheeks grew even hotter. As his tingling insides were continuously stirred up, an intensely cruel pleasure washed over him. His skin prickled all over. His d1ck, which had been bobbing untouched, stood erect as his insides clenched desperately.

“Hic…!”

As Jae-chan reached his climax, Woo-jin also reached his peak with a low groan. After the dizzying orgasm ended, Jae-chan’s weakened elbows collapsed onto the soft bed. Before his head could fall, Woo-jin reached out to pull Jae-chan’s shoulders into an embrace. He stroked Jae-chan’s trembling body ceaselessly in the afterglow, pressing his lips to the back of his head. The scent of shampoo and hair slightly damp with sweat was tantalizingly fragrant.

Suddenly overcome with the desire to kiss him, Woo-jin carefully pulled Jae-chan close. As Jae-chan rested his cheek on Woo-jin’s arm, his eyes with lowered lashes wet with tears briefly met Woo-jin’s gaze. His distinct eyes, containing a languid light like melted chocolate in their dark brown irises, blinked slowly.

Then in an instant, they regained their clear light. Suddenly grinning mischievously, Jae-chan bit Woo-jin’s lip firmly and said:

“You know what? …Your wavelength is really clean.”

He asked with a smile, despite his hoarse voice. Though he had just been consumed by such intense pleasure, his eyes now met Woo-jin’s with utmost clarity.

By now, even without Jae-chan intending it, guiding occurred as naturally as breathing during their intimacy, so Jae-chan’s thoughts were also conveyed to Woo-jin.

I’m so happy that you’re in such a comfortable state.

I’m so glad that you’ve become this relaxed because of me. 

Woo-jin recognized the intermittent thoughts reached him like droplets of warm rain, filling his heart with a gentle, quiet warmth.

“…I love you so much too.”

Woo-jin poured out his overflowing feelings towards Jae-chan. He kissed him while gazing directly into his eyes which couldn’t hide their trembling every time he confessed, no matter how many times he did so.

For a moment, Woo-jin felt frustrated to the point of anger that he wasn’t a Guide. Even though he had confirmed Jae-chan’s sufficiently stable state through wavelength measurements and knew that he hadn’t used his ability since then, he was desperate because he couldn’t guide Jae-chan himself.

I want to make you comfortable too. I love you so much too. 

Nuzzling his nose against Jae-chan’s round nostrils, careful not to suffocate him, Woo-jin kissed him passionately and confessed.

However, the great satisfaction like being submerged in hot water was separate from his anxiety.

In fact, Woo-jin’s anxiety had grown even more since hearing Jae-chan’s confession. What had happened to him in the future? What had he experienced that made him unable to clearly explain the situation right before his regression? But that wasn’t his only concern. Woo-jin couldn’t picture himself as the future version of Go Woo-jin that Jae-chan had loved.

Rather than his future self, it would make more sense if it were Han Tae-hoon or Nam Hae-sol.