SS 8(1) Part 3

Although their scents were different, they were all familiar to Bomin. The feeling of them taking his guiding magic power differed depending on their personalities.

Jeong Hotae held his stiffly er*ct flesh between his fingers and rubbed it. It was the gentlest and most ticklish touch among those currently touching Bomin’s body.

Unconsciously, Bomin rubbed his chest against Jeong Hotae’s hand. It was only natural that Jeong Hotae’s eyes darkened further.

“Lee Bomin, I’m putting it in.”

Han Biseong, who had sucked Bomin’s entrance until it was soft, lifted his head and planted kisses on Bomin’s cheeks, now marked with red handprints. Bomin couldn’t answer.

It was because Won Seongwoo’s c*ck had already penetrated past his mouth and into his throat. With the head of the c*ck twitching and stimulating the sensitive flesh inside his throat, all Bomin could do was twitch his hole.

Bomin’s entrance, wet with Han Biseong’s saliva, throbbed as if begging to be fed something thicker. After stroking his own c*ck up and down, Han Biseong aligned the glans with Bomin’s hole.

Even without applying force, the hole opened and closed on its own, pulling Han Biseong’s c*ck inward. The moment the c*ck was enveloped in the warm and sticky mucous membrane, an indescribable sensation spread from his lower body throughout his entire being.

Han Biseong’s hand, gripping Bomin’s hips, tightened. Although he immediately released his grip in response to the flinch of the slender body, even that brief moment left clear handprints on Bomin’s hips.

“Uup, eup…”

At the feeling of his hole stretching to accommodate the thick c*ck, Bomin let out a muffled moan, his head buried in Won Seongwoo’s groin. Receiving a c*ck with his mouth while guiding and receiving it below while guiding felt completely different.

If the former felt like using a dropper to extract a small amount of liquid and then dropping it one drop at a time, the latter felt like scooping out magic power with a 500ml cup, so different was the amount of guiding magic power that flowed out at once.

“…This is driving me crazy.”

After thrusting his c*ck in until his testicles touched Bomin’s perineum, Han Biseong paused for a moment to catch his breath. It wasn’t because thrusting was difficult. It was because the guiding magic power, pouring out along the mucous membrane clinging to his c*ck like it was starving, was too good.

Before meeting Bomin, he felt like his head would explode due to his rampage risk level, but now, the sensations Bomin gave him made even his vision momentarily blacken.

Han Biseong lowered his head and rubbed his lips against Bomin’s prominent shoulder blades. Even before, his heart would pound with a pleasant resonance whenever he saw Bomin.

But now, Bomin looked like an angel, as if wings might sprout from his shoulder blades. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he felt like a divine being who had come to rescue him from a place filled with flames and pain.

Just by inserting his c*ck into the hole and thrusting a few times, the flames that had been gnawing at his mind gradually subsided.

“I feel like I’m alive…”

The breath escaping his lips was hot. Han Biseong, panting with his chest heaving, began to leave red marks on Bomin’s white shoulders.

“A little deeper.”

Won Seongwoo gently stroked Bomin’s bangs and pushed them back. Tears continued to flow, drenching his small face. Due to Han Biseong’s c*ck thrusting from behind, Bomin deeply sucked Won Seongwoo’s c*ck and then half-spit it out.

Just the mucous membrane of his inner cheeks clinging to the c*ck was enough to bring back his scattered senses.

“Heung…”

At Won Seongwoo’s words, Bomin struggled to open his throat again, which had narrowed. Although Han Biseong wasn’t thrusting roughly, every time the thick c*ck moved in and out, guiding magic power flowed out through their connected skin, making it difficult to focus on the bl*wjob.

He lifted his tear-filled eyes to look up at Won Seongwoo. Won Seongwoo’s eyes, darker than usual, were fixated on Bomin.

The c*ck that had penetrated past his throat twitched. He could feel the glans twitching against his sensitive mucous membrane. Bomin tilted his head back slightly, allowing his throat to naturally constrict and stimulate the c*ck.

As he poured out his guiding magic power even more intensely, Won Seongwoo’s eyebrows slowly drew together. At his intensified gaze, Bomin was about to smile when his face stiffened.

“Eut…”

His momentarily flustered gaze dropped downwards. But even if he averted his gaze, all that filled Bomin’s vision was Won Seongwoo’s well-defined body, veins prominent even on his rough pubic hair due to his arousal.

Bomin’s eyes darted sideways. If it wasn’t the ones taking the front and back, then the remaining person must be currently sucking Bomin’s c*ck.

It seemed Jeong Hotae had laid down on the mattress at some point and moved beneath Bomin. While caressing Bomin’s smooth groin as if it were his own, his wet flesh was stimulating the glans, from which pre-cum was leaking.

Bomin’s c*ck, its pink color deepened as if a drop of red paint had fallen on it, disappeared into Jeong Hotae’s mouth. At the way Jeong Hotae was sucking as if to swallow even his testicles, Bomin tightened his throat and his hole.

“Kkeuk, Lee Bomin…”

“If you clench like this…”

Despite the rough voices from above and below, Bomin couldn’t relax the tension in his body, his hips bucking. He had guided while receiving c*cks before, but this was the first time he was being sucked while guiding.

As the unfamiliar sensation spread through his most sensitive flesh, Bomin’s inner walls throbbed, unable to adapt. At the same time, Bomin’s guiding magic power flowed even more intensely into the three Espers.

Although their colors were different, the three pairs of eyes became hazy as if in unison. Bomin also squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to be swept away by the wave of pleasure and pain that washed over him.

Bomin’s nose wrinkled. At the stinging sensation as if a rod had been shoved into his ur*thra, Bomin came first. His body, already extremely sensitive from cumming, clenched around the two c*cks inside him as if to sever them.

A warm sensation spread through his esophagus and stomach. While Bomin and the two Espers let out suppressed moans, Jeong Hotae continued to move his mouth without rest.

Savoring the taste of s*men flowing down his throat, he frantically licked, sucked, and pressed against the smooth flesh. As he rubbed the tip of his tongue against the ur*thra, from which s*men pulsed, Bomin began to thrust his hips, using Jeong Hotae’s mouth as a hole.

“Even our Bomin’s c*ck-riding is pretty…”

Jeong Hotae’s eyes curved into crescents. Although their rampage risk levels were still far from stable, his reason had returned somewhat thanks to the guiding magic power he had absorbed while sucking Bomin’s c*ck.

Jeong Hotae joyfully opened his mouth wide. He even held the base of Bomin’s c*ck and adjusted its position so Bomin could thrust more easily.

“Heuu, eup…”

While sucking the large glans, leaking s*men, as if it were candy, Bomin diligently moved his hips. Han Biseong, who had been savoring Bomin’s insides even after cumming, let out a low chuckle.

It was because Bomin’s hole was delightfully squeezing his c*ck even without him having to move, thanks to Bomin’s hip movements. As the slender waist moved up and down, the only fleshy part of his thin body would delightfully flatten and then round out.

Even though a similar scene was unfolding next to him, he couldn’t take his eyes off it as if he were bewitched. It was the moment Han Biseong thrust his hips in time with Bomin’s movements.

“That’s enough.”

Yoon Bisam, who had been watching until now, intervened. However, the three Espers were too engrossed in mindlessly indulging in Bomin’s body and guiding magic power to notice.

Throughout the mission, Bomin had been on their minds. Even more strongly as their rampage risk levels rose and the pain intensified.

It was like finally being able to wet his lips after a week without a single drop of water. He wanted to do more than just wet them; he wanted to dunk his head in and drink until water came out of his nose.

They didn’t understand how difficult it was to overcome the destructive impulses. The Espers glared at Yoon Bisam, who had suddenly interrupted them. Yoon Bisam chuckled dryly at the killing intent that prickled his skin.

Shi Yu-hyeon also approached Yoon Bisam, ready to mobilize his magic power at any moment. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, as if the Espers were about to attack Yoon Bisam.

Even though they were on friendly terms, the fact remained that Yoon Bisam was the Association President. He was still carrying the burden of his arduous daily life, unable to find a suitable successor.

If the Espers attacked Yoon Bisam here, there was a high probability of an unfavorable situation developing.

No, all of that was an excuse. Shi Yu-hyeon simply wished for Bomin’s safety, even for a moment. While watching Bomin surrounded by three Espers with dangerously high rampage risk levels, Shi Yu-hyeon had vividly learned what it felt like to have his heart burn to ashes.

It was the moment Shi Yu-hyeon’s magic power, reacting to his emotions, began to emanate outwards. Yoon Bisam, as if to restrain Shi Yu-hyeon, stretched out his arm in front of him and addressed the Espers, their faces hardened with rage, in a cold voice.

“It’s still stage 4, but it’s practically the end of stage 3. Since you’ve all regained your senses, step back.”

Yoon Bisam’s sharp gaze swept over the Espers’ wrists. Although the color of the bracelets was the same as when they first entered, the numbers had all dropped by nearly 20.

It was all thanks to Bomin, who was half-dead and gasping for breath. Bomin’s cheeks were flushed but also pale. It was obvious that once the fever subsided, his complexion would be as bad as someone who had lost a lot of blood.

“Have you forgotten what state Song Jaeho is in? If he doesn’t receive guiding right now, that bastard will die.”