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Of course, Doyoung wasn’t given time to answer because Iijun lunged at him again without hesitation.  

Iijun tightly wrapped one arm around Doyoung’s waist while his other hand gripped Doyoung’s chin so firmly it felt like it might shatter with just a little more pressure. He then slipped his tongue past Doyoung’s lips, which had parted in pain from the grip.  

Iijun wanted to devour Doyoung. He wanted to bite and swallow him whole, from head to toe, and digest him as if he were his own. To make him part of his own blood, bones, and flesh.  

“Euphh…”

Driven by Iijun’s obsessive thrusting of his tongue deeper into him, Doyoung trembled at the unfamiliar sensation he was experiencing for the first time.

Though he didn’t have much experience, until now, Doyoung had always been the one embracing someone smaller than himself. The fact that he was now being held by a man much larger than him, in a situation he had never been in before, felt entirely new.  

Requesting guiding until the end might mean sex. It would undoubtedly be excruciating, with his wave levels rising to the point where he’d go into a frenzy.  

For someone like Iijun, who claimed to have never received satisfying guiding, the appearance of a Guide with a compatibility rate of over 96% must have felt like a miracle. No wonder his overwhelming gratitude was being misinterpreted as sexual desire.  

Yet, no matter how lost Iijun was in his kisses, Doyoung had no intention of reinforcing that misunderstanding.

If they continued touching like this, the signs of Iijun’s rampage would subside, and his desire for guiding, which he had mistaken for sexual lust, would also disappear.  

Thinking it was that simple, Doyoung stroked the back of Iijun’s head and nape as if to soothe him. The comfort seemed to work, as Iijun’s tense body gradually relaxed.  

Iijun, who seemed to enjoy the gentle caress, let out a soft, rumbling purr like a large animal and arched his back slightly, as if asking for more.  

Doyoung was pleased, thinking that despite Iijun’s towering size, he was surprisingly easy to handle.  

He felt like a trainer who had successfully tamed a wild beast. There was even a hint of pride, as if he had somehow gained the upper hand over this incredibly lethal Esper.  

Wanting to stop now, Doyoung gave Iijun’s shoulder a light pat.  

After all, this kiss had already been stimulating enough—and like most stimulating pleasures, the threshold would only rise gradually. If Iijun ended up outright demanding sex, the situation would become far more complicated.

Doyoung, assessing the situation rationally, gently stroked Iijun's tongue that kept trying to push deeper into his throat before guiding it out of his mouth.

"Umhh..."

Their tongues briefly caught outside their lips, but Doyoung, as if he'd been waiting for this moment, immediately pushed against Iijun's shoulders and withdrew his own tongue completely.

Like the proverb about novice thieves who don't know when to stop, Doyoung felt it best not to give any openings or let this behavior become a bad habit.

He seriously contemplated how to stop the man who was gazing at him with the intimate look of a sexual partner.

As he deliberated, Iijun kept staring with dazed eyes, his saliva-slicked lips parted slightly. Doyoung averted his gaze to check the wave measurement device.

"How is it now? Feeling better...?"

When Iijun frowned, there was a small popping sound, and smoke began to billow from the wave-measuring device. The needle, which had been fluctuating between 10 and 11, suddenly plummeted to 0, like a balloon losing air.  

Doyoung let out a short scream at the sudden explosion and trembled. Instinctively, he hugged Iijun, who was standing in front of him. For a moment, his head spun, as if the world around him was violently shaking and spinning.  

When he opened his eyes—which had been tightly shut—Doyoung found himself lying on the patient bed that Iijun had been occupying. Just seconds ago, he had been on top of Iijun, but now he was in a position where he had to lie beneath him, looking up at his face.  

Doyoung blinked in shock. He couldn’t fathom Iijun’s strength, which allowed him to handle a grown adult like a doll.  

"Stop looking at it and look at me."

"Now what, what are you doing?"

He tried to speak as firmly as possible, as if scolding him for his mischievous behavior, but his voice trembled as his breathing faltered.

Doyoung's eyes wavered uneasily as he looked up at Iijun. Those unnaturally glimmering pupils looked strange—like the gaze of someone whose desires hadn’t been fully satisfied.

"Es... Esper Sa Iijun..."

"I told you it hurts."

But the wave-measuring device had already been destroyed in the explosion, leaving no way to verify the truth of his words.

"P-please move..."

"It hurts..."

"......"

This was exactly what Doyoung had feared from the start. If he gave even the slightest opening, Iijun would cleverly—and ruthlessly—take advantage of it.

"A kiss. Just a kiss, okay?"

As if offering a suitable toy to distract a sulking child, Doyoung suggested a compromise.

"...For now."

"Huh? For now? What do you mean..."

Doyoung’s words didn’t make it to the end. Iijun gripped the back of his head, cupped his chin, and kissed him again.  

The tongue that had once seemed inexperienced had now learned quickly. In no time at all, its movements grew more skilled, exploring the depths of Doyoung’s mouth.  

Doyoung pushed against Iijun with all his might using his uninjured arm, but Iijun’s body—solid as a wall—didn’t budge in the slightest.  

When Iijun finally broke the kiss for just a moment, their noses nearly touching, Doyoung seized the chance to turn his face away and gasp for air. Iijun’s greed had barely given him room to breathe—even attempting to slip his tongue down his throat—and it was terrifying.  

"Ah… stop, haa…"

But Iijun closed the distance and kissed him again, as if chasing down fleeing prey. The tiny gap Doyoung had struggled to create was shattered in an instant.  

When the tip of Iijun’s tongue scraped against the soft ridge of his palate, a helpless moan escaped him.  

"Nghh...!"

The unfamiliar sensation of that broad tongue filling his mouth was overwhelming. The firm, thick muscle pressing insistently against his own forced him to remember—he was being pinned down and kissed by another man.  

A sense of crisis flared when Iijun’s tongue grew even bolder, unrestrained. No. If he just stay quiet and let this continue... It would be like giving Sa Iijun wings.  

Doyoung tried to arch his body back, desperate to keep their lower halves from touching. But then—as if reading his mind—Iijun slid his knee between Doyoung’s thighs.

Iijun spread Doyoung’s thighs, positioning himself between his legs.

"Ah!"

Their lower bodies pressed together. Something hot and hard—like a thermos—pressed against the inside of Doyoung’s thigh. Iijun was erect.  

Startled, Doyoung panicked and slapped Iijun’s shoulder. Just as he considered biting his own tongue, Iijun’s tongue finally withdrew from his mouth.  

Right now, Doyoung was lying beneath someone on the bed, forced into an unimaginably strange position while the other man adjusted his genitals, treating him as a sexual partner. His head spun nearly dizzy from the cognitive dissonance*.

*t/n: the uncomfortable feeling that arises when one’s actions conflict with their personal beliefs.

That was when the heavy burden pressing on him vanished, and Iijun sat down.  

"Y-yes. So please, wake up now..."  

Confusion was evident in Doyoung's eyes—he didn’t know what to do, so he just kept rambling aimlessly.  

Iijun licked his wet lips and slowly began removing his combat uniform top.  

As he stripped off his thick outer layer and the thin undershirt beneath, his bare body came into clear view.  

".....!"  

Doyoung’s throat went dry as he swallowed hard.

He knew Iijun had many tattoos, but he hadn’t realized they covered so much of his body. The tattoos began just below his thick, straight neck and sprawled across his toned upper half like weapons.  

Vines and roses with no discernible start or end, pistols and metaphysical shapes near his hips, even a serpent coiling around his torso and slithering up to his neck. It was like a hidden-picture puzzle—intricate, detailed carvings layered everywhere.  

The designs were so complex and overwhelming that it felt almost frightening. Unconsciously, Doyoung turned his head away as if trying to escape.  

Iijun, unsure what to do, reached out toward Doyoung, who was trembling with unease. The patient gown, barely held together by a single button, tore open with a soft rustling sound.  

Doyoung’s pale, smooth skin peeked through the gaping collar. Iijun’s shoulders rose and fell, his breathing growing visibly heavier.  

“E-Esper Sa Iijun…”  

“……”

Doyoung’s hands trembled as he clutched Iijun’s arm, his fingertips turning white in desperation.  

“S-stop. Instead of this… l-let’s just kiss, okay?”  

“……”  

Iijun smiled tenderly, gripping Doyoung’s waist firmly with both hands to steady him. Then, he pulled him back slightly before thrusting him forward in a sudden, penetrating motion.  

“Ah…!”  

A strange sensation shot through Doyoung’s hips. That firm, elastic organ pressing against him—it was something Doyoung possessed too.  

Iijun’s eyes, once bright and glassy like polished beads, were now dull, devoid of any light. Staring at Doyoung with a hazy gaze, he pushed his waist up again.  

“Sa, Sa Iijun…!”

He could feel the sensation so vividly, as if he could picture the shape of the flesh right before his eyes.  

"Haa..."

Iijun grabbed the back of Doyoung's knee with one hand and pressed it downward. Doyoung's body folded in half as his raised leg fell onto Iijun's shoulder.

Iijun gazed intently at Doyoung's crotch, tracing the seam of Doyoung's patient gown with the tip of his index finger.

Iijun murmured as he drew a long line along the fabric, down to the scrotum, perineum, and his asshole.

"Here... did you know that this clothing’s seam is designed to pass right over the hole above it?"

"......"

Doyoung's face paled. He saw Iijun's eyes that seemed to have completely lost focus. When the sound of a 'click' was heard, Doyoung unconsciously lowered his gaze.

Iijun unbuckled his pants.

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TL: Muji

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