SS 8(1) Part 2

A dull ache pulsed in his jaw. Naturally, Bomin’s grip tightened. Deep wrinkles formed between the eyebrows of Han Biseong and Won Seongwoo, who were already holding Bomin’s hands, wrapping them around their c*cks and stroking themselves together with him.

His slender neck expanded to accommodate the circumference of the c*ck. Jeong Hotae’s coarse pubic hair brushed against Bomin’s nose, and his strong scent filled his nostrils. The two round lumps that couldn’t fit in his mouth swung and slapped against his lips.

Not only was s*x taking place, but Bomin’s guiding magic power flowed into them through the contact of their skin. Guiding three people at once, when even one was a struggle, momentarily made his vision go black.

The reason Bomin could endure it was because he was guiding with his throat and hands, not by being penetrated below.

While guiding was slower this way compared to s*x guiding, they were all desperately suppressing their urges to avoid hurting Bomin.

“Bomin-ah…”

Jeong Hotae took a deep breath, expanding his chest, and slowly began to move his hips. Even though Bomin opened his mouth as wide as possible, the foreskin inevitably grazed against his teeth.

The tingling sensation stimulating his sensitive skin, combined with the guiding magic power that soothed his tormented body and mind, made Jeong Hotae’s eyes lose focus.

While stimulating Jeong Hotae with his throat, Bomin diligently used his hands like tools. While Han Biseong and Won Seongwoo were using Bomin’s hands as masturbation devices, it wasn’t in Bomin’s nature to passively receive.

Using the pre-cum dripping from the glans as lubricant, Bomin squeezed the c*cks firmly yet smoothly. He joined the tips of his thumb and middle finger to form a ring and forced the c*ck inside.

He tried to keep his fingers together even when they separated with each stroke of the shaft.

“Haa…”

“…Feels good.”

Thanks to this, Han Biseong and Won Seongwoo were able to accumulate pleasure, although not as intensely as with their throats and lower bodies. Jeong Hotae rubbed the back of Bomin’s head with appropriate pressure while wiping away the tears welling up in his eyes with his other hand.

Bomin’s reddened eyes curved downwards under Jeong Hotae’s touch. His dark pupils, visible between his narrowed eyelids, shone brightly like the night sky.

The tip of the c*ck repeatedly stretched and retreated from his narrow throat. Bomin’s mouth was already filled with saliva and the fluids leaking from Jeong Hotae’s c*ck.

Despite only moving his mouth and hands, lewd, sniffling sounds echoed throughout the space. Bomin gradually fell into a trance.

Before his rank increased, guiding had only been painful. However, now that Bomin’s guiding magic power had increased to the point of being among the highest of S-class Guides, guiding was accompanied by s*xual pleasure.

This was especially true because the Espers weren’t receiving guiding to the extent that it would strain Bomin’s body.

As the Espers’ affection for Bomin grew, Bomin was freed from sadistic s*x. While he appreciated this, he sometimes felt the urge to relive the times when he was roughly pushed around by the Espers.

But now, although not as intense as those times, Bomin was engaged in an act that was overwhelming him.

It wasn’t to the point of fainting because the Espers still retained a sliver of their sanity, but he was guiding three people simultaneously.

Even though each of them was absorbing Bomin’s guiding magic power as slowly as possible, guiding three people at once caused a sharp pain in his chest.

“How long… do we have to watch?”

Shi Yu-hyeon asked in an anxious voice. A sense of powerlessness washed over him as he was forced to simply observe. It was an emotion he hadn’t felt often since becoming an S-class Esper.

The reality of having to stand by while the most precious person to him was surrounded by Espers on the verge of rampage, their eyes glazed over, made his breath catch in his throat.

“It’s still… okay.”

Yoon Bisam was just as anxious. His gaze fell on Song Jaeho, who was unconscious behind the Espers. The biggest problem here was Song Jaeho.

Guiding Song Jaeho was more dangerous for Bomin than guiding three Espers simultaneously.

“Ugh…”

The moment Bomin closed his lips, the c*ck twitching in his mouth erupted, releasing s*men like a bursting dam. Since he had been thrusting the glans deep into his throat, it landed on the middle of Bomin’s tongue.

The s*men he couldn’t swallow mixed with other fluids and dribbled down the corners of his mouth. The sight of the fluid, faintly tinged with blood, made Shi Yu-hyeon wince as if in pain.

Every time he saw Bomin get hurt, the thought of how much better it would be if he could take the pain instead filled his mind and lingered.

Bomin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The s*men that had been deposited on his tongue slid down his throat, which was swollen and raw from being ravaged by the flesh.

Jeong Hotae pulled his c*ck out of Bomin’s mouth. As he stroked the long flesh, a few drops of s*men that had pooled at the tip of his urethra splattered onto Bomin’s face.

They decorated his cheeks, flushed with heat, the round tip of his nose, and one eyelid.

“Haa, ah...”

Bomin took a deep breath he’d been holding. Because the flesh, harder than usual, had filled his mouth and moved around, he’d had no choice but to breathe through his nose.

Even that wasn’t easy since the tip of his nose was buried in Jeong Hotae’s pubic hair. As he inhaled deeply the air thick with the fishy smell of s*men, the hole that had been stimulated for a while now twitched.

“Do me, too…”

Han Biseong rubbed the head of his still-unsatisfied c*ck against Bomin’s cheek. It was a rather strong force, enough to make Bomin’s cheek dimple. The transparent pre-cum gathered at the tip stained Bomin’s face here and there.

Instead of lunging at Bomin’s face like Han Biseong, Won Seongwoo honestly used Bomin’s small hand to vigorously rub his c*ck, its surface uneven with bulging veins.

“Haa…”

Soon, a whitish liquid leaked from the tip of Won Seongwoo’s c*ck. The white liquid coated his white hand. Bomin’s long eyelashes fluttered.

Han Biseong, who had been lightly inserting and withdrawing the tip of his glans between Bomin’s lips, spurted the moment his urethra was stimulated by Bomin’s pointed tongue. The white fluid overlaid Bomin’s face, already dotted with Jeong Hotae’s s*men, like paint flowing across a canvas.

Bomin swallowed the s*men that had been spilled into his mouth, moving his tongue and throat. As the three Espers looked down at Bomin, the last vestiges of their reason seemed to peel away.

“Bomin-ah...”

Jeong Hotae called Bomin’s name. Bomin understood that the unspoken words implied that this wasn’t enough.

Bomin’s gaze swept over the Espers’ bracelets. All three were still at stage 4 rampage risk level. He was pondering how to most effectively and quickly lower their rampage risk levels when…

Thump.

At the small noise from behind, Bomin’s head turned towards the direction of the sound. Yoon Bisam had brought a large mattress and thrown it on the floor.

“Don’t do it on the floor. You’ll hurt yourselves.”

Although he had no choice but to offer Bomin to the others, he wasn’t comfortable with it.

“Bomin-ssi, just a moment.”

Following that, Shi Yu-hyeon approached Bomin and applied a recovery potion to his wounded lips. Then, he took out a handkerchief and wiped away the s*men covering Bomin’s face. Even though it would soon be covered again, he wanted to give Bomin a moment to breathe.

Cupping Bomin’s small face in one hand, Shi Yu-hyeon placed a short kiss on his swollen lips. A corner of his heart ached as Bomin smiled at him reassuringly.

“I know you’re worried about us… but we’re really going crazy…”

Han Biseong’s words trailed off, unlike usual. Dark veins stood out prominently on his temples. The thirst for Bomin was eating away at his heart and brain.

He couldn’t predict what kind of monster he would become if his rampage risk level rose any further in this state. It was possible that he could enter a forced dormant state like Song Jaeho.

“Yeah, I know. Come here.”

Bomin lay face down on the moderately soft mattress. Then, he took off all his clothes. After pulling down his underwear, he beckoned to those who couldn’t take their eyes off him.

The first to take the space between Bomin’s legs was Han Biseong. His heated gaze fell upon the still-dry hole. The moment he saw the tightly closed, light pink hole, Han Biseong’s chest heaved roughly.

“You two, too.”

At Bomin’s words, Jeong Hotae and Won Seongwoo also positioned themselves in front of and beside Bomin. Since they had all had s*x and rolled around together before, it wasn’t strange for the three of them to surround Bomin.

The problem was that the Espers were all exuding a dangerous aura.

“Haa…”

Bomin’s back arched as he prepared to receive the Espers. It was because Han Biseong had grabbed his cheeks with both hands and suddenly pressed his lips to his entrance.

Chuuup, chupp, chuupp.

At the sensation of his hole being sucked bare, Bomin rubbed his forehead against the mattress.

Won Seongwoo stood in front of Bomin and lifted his chin. After rubbing his reddened eyes, he inserted his thumb into Bomin’s mouth. Bomin’s small tongue was slicker than usual.

It was because of the faint traces of s*men left on his tongue despite having swallowed it all.

Bomin naturally opened his mouth wide. The hard shaft of flesh slid into the open mouth. At the tingling sensation from below, Bomin trembled but flexibly moved his tongue to lick the surface of the c*ck.

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck swelled even more inside Bomin’s mouth. Filled with the c*ck, Bomin breathed shallowly through his nose.

It was then that a large hand reached for Bomin’s chest. Jeong Hotae, who had been silently watching Bomin being tormented from front and back, had made his move.

“Heuu…”

As contact was made with his chest, following his mouth and hole, guiding magic power flowed out. Fortunately, Bomin was much more accustomed to handling his guiding magic power than before.

If Bomin wanted, he could control his guiding magic power even if the Espers forcibly violated him to steal it.

But currently, Bomin had let down all his guard, allowing the Espers to freely take his guiding magic power.