Chapter 38: Unexpected Arrangements

“I can certainly understand if that’s the reason, but I’d rather take charge myself.”

“Pardon?”

“Even if we’re both S-ranks, it would be easier for me to manage them than for Mr. Sa-yoon, whom they’ve just met. Besides, some of us have already fought together on the battlefield.”

His words held true. Even with an S-rank badge and a beaming smile, competitive Espers were bound to seek out any perceived weakness. Those who had fought alongside him, however, certainly wouldn’t dare challenge an Esper of a higher rank.

The chasm between A-rank and S-rank wasn’t merely a difference of a single letter. It represented the largest disparity among all ranks. Even those who confidently boasted of their comparable strength would inevitably acknowledge this gulf once they experienced combat alongside an S-rank.

“If they challenge me, I’ll just put them in their place. It’s not that difficult.”

“It will be exhausting, dealing with those mindless brutes.”

“Mindless?”

“Indeed. More often than not, they act purely on instinct. They lack common sense and learning ability. You’ll only find yourself in a tiresome situation if you get involved.”

Sa-yoon occasionally noticed that Han Do-hoon tended to be overprotective of him. While Sa-yoon’s growth had been slower as a Guide, and he had indeed been in a position requiring protection, this level of concern was something he hadn’t heard in a long time since manifesting as an S-rank Esper.

“I’ll just do it. If they truly are mindless, I can beat them without an ounce of guilt. Besides, Mr. Han Do-hoon, don’t you have your next mission?”

This was a question Sa-yoon posed half-jokingly. He didn’t so much anticipate Han Do-hoon having a mission as he knew periods without one were far rarer for him. As expected, Sa-yoon’s words hit their mark, and a look of bewilderment flickered across Han Do-hoon’s face.

“…I do have to be away next week.”

“I knew it, didn’t I? I’ll accept the sentiment, then.”

Sa-yoon nodded. While it was an undeniably tempting offer, he couldn’t pass this task onto Han Do-hoon as well. No matter how minor the mission, he couldn’t postpone an assignment given directly by the Director due to personal feelings.

“My condition is good now, so I feel like I should be busy with work. And come to think of it, we have a mutual contract, Mr. Han Do-hoon, but it feels like I’m the only one being taken care of.”

Han Do-hoon was always the one to initiate contact and coordinate their schedules. Sa-yoon simply sat back, choosing from whatever Han Do-hoon proposed. Han Do-hoon even prepared all the meals for the following day. While convenient, maintaining a long-term relationship undeniably required effort from both sides.

Moreover, hadn’t Sa-yoon recently caused Han Do-hoon trouble due to a needless misunderstanding? Though it felt like a rather sudden shift in attitude, sometimes it was best to simply embrace a good thing.

“So, from now on, I’ll make sure to reach out and try to coordinate our schedules first?”

Han Do-hoon chuckled at Sa-yoon’s words.

“I’m past the age where I need to be looked after, you know. Still, I appreciate it.”

“Of course. You should.”

“If you’re going to take care of me, I’d prefer you look after me in ways other than just calls or schedules. It’s been a while for us, hasn’t it?”

Han Do-hoon glanced at the clock, then rose from the sofa. He emptied the contents of the two cups on the table directly into the sink.

“I have a report to receive in exactly 40 minutes. It should take approximately 15 minutes. I will return to my room within 70 minutes.”

“Huh?”

“This is my room card.”

Han Do-hoon held up a sleek, black card and brushed it against Sa-yoon’s shirt. The rigid card slid into his left shirt pocket, its edge grazing a sensitive spot on his chest through the thin fabric.

“Please go ahead and wait for me.”

Cool streams of water cascaded over Sa-yoon’s face. Han Do-hoon’s shower room had somehow become familiar. As he scrubbed his body with the special body wash prepared for him, Sa-yoon found himself deep in thought.

No matter how he thought about it, this was not what he had expected. Sa-yoon had merely come to see Han Do-hoon, intending to be a little kinder to him.

Yet here he was, diligently lathering up in someone else’s shower. He was utterly captivated, completely enthralled.

Even as he pondered, Sa-yoon thoroughly washed himself, feeling refreshed, and then donned a bathrobe. As he sank into the crisp, clean bedding, his mind began to clear.

Their relationship had started because of physical needs, so perhaps it was progressing in the right direction after all. In fact, Sa-yoon’s own strangeness in questioning it was what felt more unusual. Yes, it was natural for them to meet when physical needs arose, so why had he thought things were going astray?

After all, Han Do-hoon and he were meeting as partners for physical intimacy.

“I apologize for making you wait.”

Han Do-hoon, clearly having rushed, approached Sa-yoon and kissed his forehead. Seeming pleased with the feel of Sa-yoon’s still-damp hair, he gently stroked it with his fingertips.

“I’ll go wash up now.”

Next to Han Do-hoon’s retreating figure, a clock came into view. Approximately an hour had passed since they had parted earlier.

‘He rushed.’

Sa-yoon let out a soft chuckle at Han Do-hoon’s transparent actions. Hearing the waterfall-like rush of water from the shower, he nearly burst into laughter. Since it would take a while for Han Do-hoon to finish washing, Sa-yoon decided to relax and wait comfortably.

Sa-yoon lay in bed, closing his eyes.

A strange sensation. A small snake seemed to slither past his Adam’s apple. It burrowed between his collarbones, exploring the narrow space, then moved down past his pelvis, rubbing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

“Mmmph…”

Even as he shifted his body, the sensation burrowed deeper, causing him to press his legs together. When he moved his thighs to the side, the ‘snake’ found the newly created gap and continued its movement. A sensitive pressure against his perineum, past his genitals, made Sa-yoon reach out.

Instead of a slender snake, Sa-yoon’s outstretched hand grasped a thick palm. Warm heat enveloped his wrist, pressing it down onto the duvet.

“…What?”

Sa-yoon turned his head away from the annoying whisper in his ear. He couldn’t fathom why someone would be so tiresome when he was trying to sleep soundly. He frowned deeply and buried his face in the pillow. Faintly, he thought he heard a burst of laughter near his ear.

Only then did Sa-yoon fully awaken, roughly rubbing his eyes with his free hand. He wanted to demand what kind of mischief was being wrought while he slept, but his recently roused body refused to obey. His mouth hung slightly open, and as if on cue, Han Do-hoon’s tongue invaded.

Wet sounds escaped between his lips. As his breath hitched and he tried to pull back, Han Do-hoon moved with him. A hand slid beneath Sa-yoon’s already naked back, pulling his body closer. After half-lifting him and making him lean against his chest, Han Do-hoon inserted a finger, heavily coated in gel, into his sensitive lower opening.

“Ah!”

His waist stiffened, and his neck became rigid. Sa-yoon barely managed to open his eyes, his vision filled with the sight of a finger delving into him, moving with a wet, squelching sound.

“While I was sleeping, why, ah…”

The number of fingers increased. Two fingers now delved deeper, stimulating Sa-yoon. He tried to close his thighs, but Han Do-hoon’s firm thigh was wedged between his legs, leaving Sa-yoon only able to squirm his upper body.

“Are you awake now?”

“Do you really have to ask… Ah!”

Soon, three fingers were moving in and out of Sa-yoon, pressing against his prostate as if it were an erection. With a wet, slapping sound, Sa-yoon buried his face in Han Do-hoon’s shoulder. He clenched his trembling lips shut and gripped Han Do-hoon’s arm.

“Hnngh…”

A sound involuntarily escaped his lips. His body, having just been roused from sleep, was difficult to control. With every movement from Han Do-hoon, his hips trembled, oblivious to any shame.

“You’re more sensitive than usual today.”

Han Do-hoon paused, then smiled. With both corners of his mouth curving brightly, he withdrew the fingers that had been stimulating Sa-yoon’s depths and lifted Sa-yoon by the waist. He then pulled him onto his lap, positioning him over his own already hard erection. A searing hot mass of flesh met Sa-yoon’s damp opening beneath his perineum. Before he could even struggle, Sa-yoon’s body was plunged down.

Sa-yoon held his breath, kicking at the air. His thoroughly prepared inner walls accepted the massive erection, taking it to its deepest point in a single thrust. He writhed, caught between the piercing pain that seemed to reach his lower abdomen and the intense pleasure clinging to him by a mere thread.

Han Do-hoon gave Sa-yoon no respite. Holding his body firmly in place, he ruthlessly delved deep within him.

“Han, Do-hoon. Ah… damn it… Hngh…”

Sa-yoon whimpered, a string of expletives mixed with his cries, and shook his head. Sweat-soaked hair plastered messily to his forehead. Below, a formidable, veined shaft emerged, only to relentlessly push its way back into his tight confines.

“Hnngh, I… Hnngh.”

With each thrust of the thick shaft, a fine spray of moisture erupted from Sa-yoon’s front. It was an orgasm he met without even realizing it was coming. Even as he climaxed forward, Han Do-hoon relentlessly pressed against his back, causing Sa-yoon to arch his body and tremble uncontrollably. The spilled semen messily soiled his lower abdomen. He pushed and pulled at Han Do-hoon with his hands, but the man didn’t budge.

All Sa-yoon could do was cling to the neck of the man tormenting him and plead.

“Han Do-hoon… I just… please… Hnngh…”

Even Han Do-hoon, who became rough and primal during s*x, would typically relent when Sa-yoon pleaded. Though his movements seemed consistent, he would usually observe Sa-yoon’s condition and adjust accordingly. Today, however, there was no such leniency.

Han Do-hoon mercilessly pressed against Sa-yoon’s sensitive inner depths, just as he had when he first thrust inside, completely disregarding Sa-yoon’s pleas.