“Wait,” I said with emphasis, my dark eyes piercing as I enunciated each syllable as if chewing the words.
“It hurts there,” I stated plainly.
Of course, such feeble protest was not enough to stop Seo Ui-woo.
To the Awakened, who view battle as routine, a minor tear is nothing significant. Seo Ui-woo, that bastard, seems to think that just thrusting it in and using a healing factor afterwards does the job.
‘I despise that damned healing factor. I never want to see it again.’
This time, before Seo Ui-woo could spout something about his loathsome healing factor, Kwon Jae-jin quickly spoke up.
“Alright, I get the gist of your situation. I know I am Seo Ui-woo’s match guide, and you need proper guidance, and I understand you plan on forcefully entering me right now… It hurts. It’s painful.”
Jae-jin’s ears grew redder. Even in his second life, such fragile pleas did not come naturally to him. Veins bulged in his neck.
“You might not understand, being an Awakened who deems losing a wrist in battle as commonplace, but I’ve lived as an ordinary person. I don’t see blood in my daily life.”
“Is that so? You seemed so fragile, collapsing at times…”
“I will provide guidance to Mr. Seo Ui-woo as he seems to need it… But I won’t tolerate any harm to my body.”
Seo Ui-woo blinked lightly. His glossy grey eyes sparkled unpleasantly, and with the air of testing something, he twisted his wrist. His finger, which had been pressed against Jae-jin’s back, contorted and scraped against the inner wall.
“You can talk all you want, but it’s unavoidable in such a tight space. How do you expect to do this without getting hurt?”
“No, you can… carefully… adjust—” Jae-jin suggested in desperation.
Seo Ui-woo smiled as if he had heard a funny joke. To the Awakened, who prioritize efficiency in guidance, the idea of taking the time to carefully prepare was completely foreign.
For them, this act was not about pleasurable sex for both parties, but a utilitarian guidance performed out of necessity.
First, thrust it in, provide guidance, and then heal afterward.
Jae-jin tried to keep his composure as he dealt with the discomfort.
“I mean, inside, until it adapts… stop, hold on a moment.”
“Ha, that’s adorable, you.”
Seo Ui-woo gripped tighter, stretching the hole forcibly. It was clear, by looking into those unfeeling eyes, that he had resolved to force himself in if necessary.
Gradually confirming his suspicions, Seo Ui-woo’s probing fingers withdrew. He unbuckled his leather belt connected to the holster and unzipped his black trousers with succinct and rapid movements, not wanting to waste a single moment until the guidance started.
“It’s fine. You don’t need to worry about all that; you’ll adapt properly.”
A massive piece of flesh bulged out from his briefs. Seo Ui-woo’s organ, though stupidly large, had an appealing look if not for its size. It resembled its owner, fair and refined, with a light pink color and an attractively bulbous tip. Yet, it was still ridiculously huge.
“Now that you are a guide,” Seo Ui-woo said as he spread Jae-jin’s knees, pressing the tip of his member heavily against his p*********e.
“A guide’s role is not to tenderly loosen up the inside until adaptation but to engage in guidance with me until it’s done.”
Seo Ui-woo began to attempt an aggressive insertion, as it was impossible to penetrate easily with just a touch. Jae-jin’s complexion grew paler.
“No matter how much it hurts, I’ll keep going until you can’t feel it anymore. If you want to faint, that’s fine. Just stay still.”
A forced opening and a surge of heat overwhelmed him.
There was no time for actions or words. Jae-jin realized that no matter what he might say, Seo Ui-woo was not listening.
The tightly clinging tissue stretched to the point of snapping. Even though it seemed it couldn’t go further, Seo Ui-woo didn’t stop, pushing relentlessly like an invader determined to break through the barrier.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Ah… Stop, please… Seo, Seo…”
As a reflex trying to escape, Jae-jin arched his back, not objecting to the guidance itself but his instincts screamed this was wrong. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his muscles spasmed.
“Why are you moving? Stay still,” Seo Ui-woo demanded, pushing Jae-jin down with his broad palms onto the bed, pinning him firmly with his weight on his forearms as if to stake him to the mattress. Jae-jin was immobile as if nailed down, his ribs felt like they’d crush any moment.
“It hurts, please… take it out, it’s painful!”
“I’m in pain too. That’s usually how guidance goes.”
At the peak of pain, after the sensation of flesh tearing, a burning heat surged inside. Seo Ui-woo stopped after pushing his member to a satisfactory depth, seemingly unable to go further.
After catching his breath, Seo Ui-woo shuddered. While the act of p*********n had been excruciating, with the member clenched as if it would snap, its presence inside now initiated a guidance that sent shivers of pleasure through him.
“Ah, oh, ha… good…”
Seo Ui-woo’s eyes rolled back as he stammered, lost in the intoxication of his first proper guidance experience.
His focus gone, his pupils dilated, he incessantly muttered incomprehensibly as if high on drugs.
“My guide… I’m glad I was born an Esper. What to do? I shouldn’t have thoughts like this. I really shouldn’t… my guide… I’ve finally found you. But, what’s your name?”
As if possessed, Seo Ui-woo began to move his hips violently. The force of the action felt as if it could shatter Jae-jin’s pelvis. Guidance had only just begun, and already a throbbing pain consumed his lower body, the orifice searing as if scorched.
Jae-jin clenched his teeth and squirmed. He wanted to struggle free from the agony. Unperturbed by Jae-jin’s resistance, Seo Ui-woo hummed contentedly as he tucked the flailing legs to his side, knees quivering against his waist.
“Eh? What’s your name, tell me?”
Parched like a thirsty man, Seo Ui-woo swallowed his dry saliva as he looked down at Jae-jin with glazed-over eyes, his anticipation evident as he traced his gaze from Jae-jin’s face down to their joined bodies.
Seeing the blood-stained inner lining clinging to his member, Seo Ui-woo’s eyes lit up with satisfaction. Again, he thrust his hips powerfully forward, deepening the intrusion.
“Ah! Wait, stop, please…”
Jae-jin shuddered and twitched his toes desperate to stop the pain.
Reaching out, he tried to push Seo Ui-woo away but then pulled back, grabbing the sheets instead. His fingers clawed at the mattress as he gasped for air.
“Aren’t you listening? I’m not going to tell you!”
“Kwo… ah, Kwon Jae, Jaejin.”
“Hot… huh… ugh.”
“Then it’s Mr. Jaejin. But… is it really that difficult?”
Amused like an excited child, Seo Ui-woo pressed his face close to Kwon Jaejin.
Despite being firmly grasped, Jaejin continued to struggle and strive for freedom, prompting Seo Ui-woo to curiously murmur as if he truly did not comprehend.
“Is it that hard just to stay still?”
At that remark, Kwon Jaejin’s face twisted with anger.
Seeing Jaejin’s severely contorted face, Seo Ui-woo pursed his lips, then leaned in closer.
“Look at me.”
“Damn it, what now?”
“If you keep moving like this, I’ll just knock you out and have my way. But if you faint, you won’t be able to see me, so look at me now.”
His soft hair cascaded down like a curtain, covering his face.
Breathing heavily, Seo Ui-woo carelessly brushed the hair aside. The light, transparent black strands naturally fell away, revealing his forehead.
Kwon Jaejin’s eyes chased the tips of Seo Ui-woo’s hair before rallying the strength to lift his head and speak.
“You… you’re trying to lap my eyes, aren’t you…”
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