20XX Love Chapter 1.3 - 1. FUXX

Nam Taeyong released one of Seo Jungin’s ankles but lifted the other leg high, resting it on his shoulder and holding it firmly.

“Haaah!”

As his hips twisted and the angle shifted, allowing deeper penetration, a moan burst from Seo Jungin’s mouth. Nam Taeyong grinned widely and began thrusting intensely at a subtle angle.

“Aah! Haa! Haa! Haa!”

The junction and mound were so drenched that they squelched with every movement. Nam Taeyong’s bloodshot eyes gleamed as he thrust his hips faster and harder.

“Haa, ha, Jungin, Seo Jungin, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

“Haa! Ah! No, don’t, haa!”

“Haa, haa, deep inside this hole, I’ll fill it up, wanna get you pregnant?”

“Haak!”

Seo Jungin’s eyes widened in shock as he looked up at Nam Taeyong. The usual cool demeanor was gone, replaced by a face burning with lust and a manic expression directed at Seo Jungin. A ferocious grin baring his teeth and eyes filled with blind obsession locked onto Seo Jungin. In that moment, Seo Jungin was captivated by Nam Taeyong’s gaze, unable to look away.

“Your belly, I wanna fill it until it bursts, inside your belly.”

“Haaah…!”

“I wanna fucking come inside your body!”

With those words, the moment Seo Jungin felt his insides being filled to the brim, his eyes squeezed shut, his head tilted back, and semen spurted forcefully from his penis.

“Fuuu… ck…!”

At the same time, Nam Taeyong’s eyes rolled back completely, his thrusts becoming frantically intense and rapid, pressing his body so close it seemed he’d shove his entire scrotum inside.

“Haaung!”

“Kr… eu… ut!”

Nam Taeyong’s penis pulsed powerfully, shooting out ejaculate. Each time the semen spurted, striking the tightly wrapped flesh walls, the spongy tissue vibrated intensely.

“Hrrung! Aung!”

“Kr… eu… eu…”

Nam Taeyong’s orgasm lasted an exceptionally long time. Even after filling Seo Jungin’s insides, his still-rigid penis thrust inward several more times, continuing to release semen from his testicles. Seo Jungin convulsed for a while, trembling with pleasure, then went limp, collapsing powerlessly.

“Kr, kreu, hoo.”

Nam Taeyong stared down at Seo Jungin with bloodshot eyes. Despite having poured so much fluid into his body, his desire somehow refused to subside. Instead of being sated, seeing Seo Jungin’s white belly exposed under his lifted shirt made Nam Taeyong’s lower abdomen heat up again.

Seo Jungin’s ejaculate was splattered around the concave dip of his navel. Thinking of his own semen filling that rising and falling belly made Nam Taeyong’s lower abdomen churn.

He wanted to strip Seo Jungin completely naked and devour every inch of him. He wanted to suck on that flawless, unblemished skin, leaving bright red marks all over. Sucking on his nipples until they stood sharp, biting the areolas with his teeth to leave marks—that would be nice too.

That innocent face, now utterly disheveled and panting, was maddeningly lascivious. He wanted to shove his thick, erect penis into that mouth, thrusting deep into his throat for a deep throat, and come all over that pained, contorted face.

He wanted to smear the semen dripping down his cheeks with his glans and rub it onto his nipples.

Between his armpits, on his pale palms, between his thighs—he wanted to slide his penis everywhere and rub it all over.

He wanted to make that shy face and body a complete mess, begging to be fucked endlessly.

To want only him.

Still inserted inside Seo Jungin’s body, Nam Taeyong stared down at his face and body, caught in a lustful fantasy blurring the line between imagination and reality.

“Taeyong…”

“…?”

Seo Jungin’s eyes slowly opened, his exhausted gaze turning toward Nam Taeyong. A soft hand touched Nam Taeyong’s thigh.

“You’re… okay now, right? Then please detoxify Yikyung hyung. What if he dies like that…”

“…”

The manic glint in Nam Taeyong’s eyes gradually faded.

This wasn’t some cozy bedroom. It was the brutal battlefield where Team K814 had fought and bled.

Only then did Nam Taeyong’s gaze turn to the back of the bed, which he had completely forgotten. There lay the bloodied, unconscious team members and Kim Yikyung, struck down by his toxic ability. A few steps away, Han Seungmin’s body, pierced through the abdomen, lay carelessly discarded.

“Ha…”

Nam Taeyong’s gaze, scanning the surroundings, dropped downward. The pale, slender man he had ravaged was smiling sadly with a gentle face.

“Seo Jungin…”

“…You can stop now. The toxic power is completely dispersed.”

As Nam Taeyong stood and pulled back, Seo Jungin grimaced at the sensation of their connection breaking.

“Hrrut…”

Nam Taeyong stared down at the groaning Seo Jungin while adjusting his appearance. Seo Jungin avoided Nam Taeyong’s gaze, pulling his body toward the inner side of the bed. Nam Taeyong could clearly see semen gushing out from below.

“Ah, aah…”

Seo Jungin hurriedly covered the space between his legs with his hand and turned to the opposite side of the bed. Seeing this, Nam Taeyong felt a sudden pang in his chest.

With a confused expression, Nam Taeyong watched Seo Jungin’s back and swept back his disheveled hair. The depraved words he had spewed at Seo Jungin and the acts he had committed flooded his mind.

Even if he was on the verge of turning into a monster due to the toxic power’s rampage, how could he have lost his reason to this extent?

Why had he gone this far?

“…”

Nam Taeyong couldn’t understand.

His memories up until he first penetrated Seo Jungin’s body were fragmented. Back then, on the brink of becoming a monster, he had no self-control left.

But afterward, the guiding through Seo Jungin’s mucous membranes had quickly dispersed the toxic power. He even vividly remembered every act he had committed. So why…?

It felt as though all the desires hidden within him had broken free, rampaging uncontrollably. They had surfaced raw, unstoppable by reason.

“Fuck…”

At Nam Taeyong’s low curse, Seo Jungin flinched.

Nam Taeyong wasn’t exactly a saint, nor was he gentle in bed, but he wasn’t the kind of trash who forced himself on someone without consent. No matter how insanely arousing Seo Jungin’s body was, no matter how electrifying the pleasure from sex guiding was.

Why had he done it? Why to Seo Jungin, of all people?

Nam Taeyong, with a now-cool head, recalled the most urgent task. The crazed version of himself had poured toxins into Kim Yikyung’s body, and that needed to be detoxified first.

Nam Taeyong turned to head toward Kim Yikyung but paused abruptly.

“Eu… hrru…”

He had heard a small groan from Seo Jungin.

Glancing back, Seo Jungin was trembling, picking up his pants from the floor. He flinched and groaned, clearly in pain.

The sheets were smeared with bloodstains, likely from Seo Jungin’s torn rear, and Nam Taeyong’s semen, crushed and spread across the surface.

Nam Taeyong tilted his head, silently cursing, and quickly approached Seo Jungin.

Seo Jungin looked up with startled eyes at Nam Taeyong, who stood before him like a towering figure.

Lowering his gaze to meet Seo Jungin’s, Nam Taeyong knelt on one knee, grabbed both of Seo Jungin’s thighs with his hands, and held them firmly.

“Taeyong…!”

“Stay still.”

“…!”

Nam Taeyong spread Seo Jungin’s legs and reached inside.

“Ah, Taeyong…!”

When his hand touched the mucous membrane still leaking semen, Nam Taeyong felt a wave of euphoria but shook his head once to clear it and focused on healing. While his ability worked instinctively and instantly for attacking with toxins or healing his own body, healing another person required focus.

Having healed Seo Jungin’s rear wound earlier, Nam Taeyong noted that while Seo Jungin’s body wasn’t torn or bleeding now, the rough penetration had caused severe swelling in his genital area and internal shock. Nam Taeyong carefully healed Seo Jungin’s body.

Seo Jungin felt a warm energy spread from his lower abdomen to his pelvis, easing the unbearable pain until it melted away.

Once the healing was complete, Nam Taeyong stood abruptly. Seo Jungin, his face inexplicably flushed, couldn’t look directly at Nam Taeyong.

“…Thank you.”

Nam Taeyong stared intensely at Seo Jungin before tossing out a blunt remark.

“You should be angry at me.”

“…”

As Nam Taeyong turned and ran toward Kim Yikyung, Seo Jungin finally looked at him.

‘Right. I should be angry… that’s the right thing.’

Nam Taeyong knelt beside Kim Yikyung, who lay on the floor, pulled his shirt out from his pants, lifted it, and placed both palms on his bare skin. A faint light began to emanate from his hands as he focused on healing.

Seo Jungin snapped to attention and hurriedly put on his pants.

The bone-splitting pain from earlier was completely gone, and his body felt as light as if nothing had happened. However, the moment he stood after pulling on his pants, fluid gushed out from below—not from one place, but two.

There was nothing he could do about it now. Seo Jungin rushed toward Nam Taeyong and Kim Yikyung.

Kim Yikyung felt a warm energy flow into his body, loosening the crushing pressure that had bound him tightly. The agony, as if his lungs and heart were coated in sticky tar, faded, and his breathing eased.

“Hurk!”

As his mouth opened and breath burst forth, color began to return to Kim Yikyung’s deathly pale body.

“Haa, ha, haa, haa,”

Kim Yikyung panted heavily and opened his eyes wide. Nam Taeyong, with his usual condescending gaze, was looking down at him, pulling his hands out from under Kim Yikyung’s shirt.

Kim Yikyung sat up abruptly and grabbed Nam Taeyong by the collar.

“Son of a…”

As Nam Taeyong grimaced and tilted his head, Kim Yikyung’s clenched fist swung straight at his face.

Thud.

Nam Taeyong’s upper body reeled, and he caught himself on the floor with his hand.

“Ah, Taeyong!”

Seo Jungin hurried over but hesitated to touch Nam Taeyong’s body. He stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

Nam Taeyong licked the inside of his torn mouth, tasting the sour blood, then touched his lips and glanced at Kim Yikyung.

“It’s shitty, but I deserve this, so I’ll take it.”

Nam Taeyong stood, glaring at the panting Kim Yikyung, then turned and headed toward Choi Suhyuk, who was lying nearby.

Seo Jungin, flustered, helped Kim Yikyung up.

“Yikyung hyung, are you okay?”

His voice was filled with worry and concern. Kim Yikyung steadied his breathing and stood.

Kim Yikyung’s long, single-lidded eyes glinted behind his black-framed glasses, scanning Seo Jungin.

Seo Jungin looked as he always did, quietly worrying about the team from a step behind, but he seemed more anxious, with a faint tremor.

“Are you okay?”

Seo Jungin subtly avoided Kim Yikyung’s piercing gaze, quietly lowering his eyes.

“I’m fine.”

Though his uniform jacket partially covered his neck, there were clear handprints on Seo Jungin’s skin.

Kim Yikyung recalled the moments before he was attacked by Nam Taeyong. Nam Taeyong had been strangling Seo Jungin, threatening him. At that moment, he had definitely said…

That he’d use his hole.

“Did you… guide Taeyong?”

“…”

Seo Jungin hesitated, struggling to find words, before finally speaking.

“The mucous membranes are more efficient… so I did kiss guiding.”

Seo Jungin didn’t seem particularly injured. Of course, if Nam Taeyong had hurt him, he wouldn’t have left him without healing.

Kim Yikyung carefully examined Seo Jungin from head to toe.

Seo Jungin’s clothes were neatly fastened, but his soft hair was disheveled, and his cheeks were unusually flushed. His slightly parted, thin lips were redder and faintly swollen, and his watery eyes, filled with embarrassment, couldn’t hide their constant trembling.

Kim Yikyung’s eyebrows twitched.

The faint, musky smell of semen.

“Kiss guiding, you say.”

Seo Jungin’s heart pounded.

‘Did he figure it out?’

Kim Yikyung, with his quick mind and sharp intuition, was the brains and exceptional leader of Team K814. Looking at Nam Taeyong’s current state, it was clear, even without checking the wristwatch for toxic power levels, that he was fully stabilized.

Even if Kim Yikyung believed that Seo Jungin, a C-class guide, had done kiss guiding, he’d likely think it would have taken an extended period of rubbing mucous membranes to achieve that level of stabilization.

Seo Jungin’s ears turned redder as he felt Kim Yikyung’s gaze on him, as if he were being stripped bare.

“Alright. Got it.”

But Kim Yikyung’s expression barely changed, and he said nothing more. He casually shifted his gaze from Seo Jungin to Nam Taeyong, who was healing the team members, and spoke.

“Let’s take care of the others first. We don’t know when another attack might come. To properly drain the toxic power, you’ll need to guide them for a while.”

“Ah, got it, hyung.”

Seo Jungin hurriedly followed Kim Yikyung, who walked ahead.

Kim Yikyung, heading toward the fallen members, suddenly changed direction and rushed toward one spot. It was where Han Seungmin’s body lay. Seo Jungin followed.

Kim Yikyung knelt beside Han Seungmin, looking down at him, and spoke.

“I’ll handle the body. You go guide the others.”

Seo Jungin bit his lip.

In a world where anyone could die in battle, it wasn’t surprising. Since awakening as a guide and joining the field team, he hadn’t been unprepared for death.

Still, experiencing a teammate’s death for the first time was different. He had vaguely thought that in such a world, overwhelming sadness wouldn’t be possible, but the reality of death was unbearably grievous.

Especially the death of Han Seungmin, a dear friend. The friend who had encouraged him that very morning before the hospital search mission.

Kim Yikyung lifted Han Seungmin’s body. A wave of desolate grief, which Seo Jungin hadn’t had time to process, surged within him.

In Kim Yikyung’s arms, Han Seungmin’s jaw and neck already looked stiff from rigor mortis. But his still-soft arm dangled downward, and the hand that had always warmly held the team members hung limply, causing tears to stream down Seo Jungin’s face.

“Jungin… I said go guide the others…”

“Huk, uhhuk, yes, huk, hyung.”

Seo Jungin wiped his tears with his forearm and headed toward the fallen members. Thanks to Nam Taeyong’s healing, Jo Heechan and Hwang Woohyun were starting to stir, slowly regaining consciousness.

Seo Jungin approached Choi Suhyuk, who was still unconscious with a pained grimace, and grasped his hand. Though their wavelengths didn’t align, making guiding less efficient compared to other espers, Han Seungmin, who had guided Choi Suhyuk, was no longer there.

Suppressing his sobs, Seo Jungin, with a grief-stricken face, began guiding. Nam Taeyong watched him intently from a distance. At that moment, Hwang Woohyun, regaining consciousness, blinked and looked up at Nam Taeyong’s jaw.

“Eu, haa… Nam Taeyong?”

Nam Taeyong glanced down at Hwang Woohyun and withdrew his hand, which had been touching his bare skin under his shirt.

“If you’re awake, get up.”

Nam Taeyong stood, using his knee for support, and approached Jo Heechan, who was groaning and stirring. He bent down and lightly slapped his cheek.

“You too, stop sleeping and get up. This isn’t the time to be lying around.”

Jo Heechan, groaning, sat up shortly after, and Choi Suhyuk opened his eyes.

Thus, Team K814 finally faced the reality of their dear main guide, Han Seungmin’s death.

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The place where Team K814 was isolated was a nursing ward within a Silver Town on the outskirts. As it operated both a nursing home and a hospital, it had a proper morgue.

Basement Level 1.

The team prepared Han Seungmin’s body on a transport bed. Wiping the blood from his face and fastening his uniform was the best they could do, but they dressed him as neatly as possible before moving the bed to the morgue.

Unlike other morgues, this one had identical refrigerated drawers for bodies lining both walls up to the ceiling. In the center stood the transport bed, surrounded by the team members.

They all looked down at Han Seungmin in silence. His closed eyes didn’t show pain, but lowering their gaze revealed the horrific hole in his abdomen. Noticing that the choker he always wore to hide a scar on his neck was askew, Kim Yikyung carefully adjusted it.

They couldn’t afford a long time for mournful farewell. Creepians could attack at any moment. Getting caught in a battle here and risking damage to Han Seungmin’s precious body was unthinkable. They needed to store the body in a refrigerated drawer and return to the Nest quickly.

No one spoke as they moved Han Seungmin’s body into an empty drawer. Opening their mouths would mean fully accepting this death, plunging them into anguished despair. They decided to store his body in the morgue for now and take it with them to properly mourn and send him off once the isolated spacetime was broken.

Power was still supplied, and though time reset every 24 hours, areas Team K814 interacted with didn’t reset. Jo Heechan wanted to freeze the morgue, worried that a power failure might cause Han Seungmin’s body to decay.

“I’m going to close it now.”

As Kim Yikyung moved to shut the refrigerated drawer, Jo Heechan suddenly shouted.

“W-Wait!”

While Kim Yikyung paused, Jo Heechan frantically clung to the drawer.

“Just wait, just a moment.”

Jo Heechan caressed Han Seungmin’s face in the drawer with both hands. His soft hair was still the same. Though his skin had already stiffened, a faint warmth lingered. Maybe, if he could warm him up, he might come back to life.

“Eu, urk, hyung, Seungmin hyung, urk, urk.”

Jo Heechan’s face contorted as he began to sob.

Jo Heechan had been the one who followed Han Seungmin the most. Even though Han Seungmin saw Jo Heechan, who was always clinging to him and seeking physical affection, as just a younger brother, Jo Heechan had been nurturing a quietly growing excitement toward him, different from how he felt about the other hyungs.

“Don’t go, don’t leave, hoo, urk, urk.”

Everyone looked at Jo Heechan with silent, grief-stricken faces. They had witnessed countless deaths—family, friends, and people dying—but the moment of final farewell was always painful.

“Euu, urk, huk, hrruk.”

However, Nam Taeyong couldn’t muster much patience for Jo Heechan’s sobbing. He spat out cold words at his crying back.

“Do it in moderation. Are you the only one grieving? We’re in the basement, and it’s dangerous if we get attacked. Stop crying and freeze it already.”

Jo Heechan lifted his head, clenching his teeth. His jaw muscles bulged tightly.

“Seungmin hyung is dead, and I can’t even mourn him? Are you completely unaffected?”

“We won’t live long anyway. We’ll see him soon enough, so do it in moderation.”

Jo Heechan turned to face Nam Taeyong. The grief in his bloodshot eyes was turning into anger.

“You’re the one who needs to do it in moderation. Are you a psychopath? Would you not care if we all died?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t care. We’re all going to fight like shit and die like shit anyway. I feel like we’re all going to die in this ward.”

Nam Taeyong unzipped a pocket on his uniform and pulled out a case containing drug capsules.

“If I’m going to turn into a monster, I’d rather die. Seungmin’s dead, and if Jungin dies here too, I’ll take this and die.”

The small drug capsule in the case in Nam Taeyong’s hand glinted blue under the faint light. The drug capsules issued to field team ability users were Ditotoxin, a poison that, when ingested, rapidly paralyzed muscles and stopped the heart. Every member of Team K814 carried an identical case of drug capsules in their uniform pockets.

It was for use when they reached the point of turning into a monster and couldn’t receive guiding, to commit suicide in their final moments of rationality. It was also a way to end the horrific pain of the transformation process.

“Haven’t you ever thought about it? Some of the monsters we kill might be humans who transformed.”

Nam Taeyong smirked, scanning the team members.

“If even one of us turns into a monster here, what will you do? Kill them, or cry and let them tear you apart?”

“Nam Taeyong. That’s enough.”

Choi Suhyuk spoke in a low, deep voice.

“What you’re saying isn’t helping at all. It’s just making us more anxious. Right now, mourning Seungmin is what’s more helpful for us.”

Because the usually taciturn Choi Suhyuk spoke, his words carried an added weight. Nam Taeyong raised the corner of his mouth but finally shut up.

After shedding more tears while looking at Han Seungmin’s body, Jo Heechan closed the drawer and gathered moisture from the air, filling the morgue with a massive block of ice resembling an iceberg.

When Team K814, cautiously watching their surroundings, moved to the multi-patient room on the first floor of the ward where they had set up their Nest, they were all utterly exhausted and in need of rest.

The isolation, which they thought would be brief, was dragging on, amplifying their anxiety to extreme levels. The death of their friend and main guide, Han Seungmin, was not just a matter of grief but a survival issue.

The fact that electricity and water were supplied, resetting every 24 hours, was a small comfort in this isolated situation.

Some members lay on beds to rest, while others ate instant noodles or drank beverages taken from the fridge or vending machine. They threw their blood-soaked uniforms into the washing machine and took turns showering.

Seo Jungin sat quietly on the edge of a bed, waiting for the members to finish washing. He grabbed a towel and headed to the shower room.

Nam Taeyong, just coming out of the shower and shaking his wet hair, locked eyes with Seo Jungin. Seo Jungin slightly lowered his head and passed by, but in that brief moment, Nam Taeyong leaned close, nearly touching Seo Jungin’s soft cheek and slender nape, inhaling his scent.

Nam Taeyong’s eyebrows quirked subtly.

There was a persistent sweet smell coming from Seo Jungin.

Nam Taeyong scanned the ward’s interior, confirming the other members’ attention was elsewhere. Just as the shower room door was about to close, he grabbed it, pushed it open, and stepped inside.

“Ah, Tae… up!”

Nam Taeyong covered Seo Jungin’s mouth, pushed him into the shower room, and pressed him against the wall. He stared intently into Seo Jungin’s wide, startled eyes for a moment before slowly removing his large hand from Seo Jungin’s face.

As expected, Seo Jungin didn’t make a loud noise or say much.

Nam Taeyong gazed piercingly at Seo Jungin, then leaned close to his nape again, inhaling the scent.

It was definitely a sweet smell. How was this possible? Even his breath was sweet.

“Um…”

“…Yeah?”

Nam Taeyong, breathing slightly faster, pulled back and faced Seo Jungin. Seo Jungin, eyes lowered, quietly spoke.

“If you’re trying to apologize…”

“…”

“You don’t have to. You were on the verge of turning. I understand… at!”

Nam Taeyong leaned down and lightly licked Seo Jungin’s nape. The moist skin clung to his tongue, tasting sweet.

“Haha. Even your sweat is sweet? Does that make sense?”

Seo Jungin rubbed his nape with his hand, shrinking his shoulders.

“Taeyong…”

“Apologize? I’m not apologizing. You felt good, didn’t you?”

“…”

Seo Jungin’s face turned red instantly, and a resentful glance shot up.

Nam Taeyong smiled, satisfied.

“Yeah. Getting angry like that is normal. Be honest.”

As Seo Jungin lowered his angry face and tilted his head, Nam Taeyong crouched slightly, pressing his face close from below. His sharp nose nearly brushed Seo Jungin’s cheek.

“We don’t know when we’ll die. Might as well indulge in what feels good, right? Weren’t you pent up too? That’s why you felt it so intensely.”

“Ah, aat…!”

When Nam Taeyong’s hand grabbed the space between Seo Jungin’s legs and began kneading, a moan burst from Seo Jungin’s mouth.

“Be quiet. They’ll hear outside.”

“Ha, don’t, Taeyong.”

“Your two holes down there, I’ll keep them a secret. So, do sex guiding with me from now on.”

“Huk, hrrut, don’t, do it.”

Nam Taeyong lewdly fondled, cupping the scrotum and penis fully in his hand.

“I won’t force you like I did earlier. That’s why I came to ask. Without the others knowing, do it with me. Okay? Let’s do it.”

Saying he wouldn’t force while pushing like this—for Seo Jungin, who found it hard to refuse, this was force.

“Ha… I can feel it. You’re feeling good right now. When you get excited, that electric jolt flows out of you. It’s driving me crazy. That jolt from you, it feels so fucking good.”

“Taeyong, Taeyong, stop, instead, I’ll do kiss guiding, okay? Stop, please stop.”

“Kiss guiding?”

Nam Taeyong’s heart started pounding as he looked at Seo Jungin’s lips. He had no idea why he’d become like this.

For now, he didn’t care about anything else—he just wanted to kiss, as they’d just agreed.

They did just agree, right?

Nam Taeyong wrapped his hand around Seo Jungin’s head, pressed their faces together, and kissed him.

“Eung…”

“Hoo, eu…”

The moment their mucous membranes touched, electrifying guiding waveforms shot straight to his brain. Nam Taeyong felt an instant euphoria, his lower abdomen churning irresistibly.

The more Seo Jungin got aroused, the stronger the electric jolt became. That thought made it feel even more unbearable.

Nam Taeyong flicked his tongue inside Seo Jungin’s mouth, rubbing the palate and stroking the mucous membranes thoroughly. Every point of contact sparked like electricity.

“Ng, eung…”

Seo Jungin was feeling it completely too. Nam Taeyong finally pulled Seo Jungin’s waist close, slid his hand under the uniform, and began tweaking his nipples.

“Hrrung!”

Ah… the guiding was getting even more electric. If he slipped his fingers into the hole below, using the gushing fluid as lubricant, thrusting them in and out, it would become unbearably more electric.

And if he shoved his hard penis deep inside, splashing fluid everywhere and pounding relentlessly, they’d be engulfed in a dizzying, electrifying guiding so intense it could make them pass out.

He wanted more. He wanted to do more. The more Nam Taeyong did, the more he craved and desired Seo Jungin’s body.

In this unlocked shower room, he wanted to lift Seo Jungin’s body right now and thrust his penis into his hole.

Clinging to the last thread of rationality, Nam Taeyong, instead of thrusting his penis, relentlessly rubbed and tweaked Seo Jungin’s nipples, staring at his panting, aroused face. He savored the electrifying guiding flowing from him in a daze.

“Haa, ng, eung! Eu, at, at,”

“Haa, ha, feels good? It’s good, right? Rubbing your nipples, it’s good, isn’t it?”

“Ah, st-stop, Tae, Taeyong, ng!”

Lost in euphoric pleasure, the two didn’t notice the shower room door slightly ajar. Nor did they see Kim Yikyung watching everything through the gap, his eyes glinting ominously behind his glasses.

Knock, knock, knock.

Seo Jungin, startled, looked toward the door.

Nam Taeyong was just about to suck on Seo Jungin’s nipples.

“Who’s in there? Jungin? Is Taeyong in there too? Are you showering together?”

At Kim Yikyung’s voice, Seo Jungin pushed Nam Taeyong away and pulled down his uniform. Nam Taeyong, face contorted, stepped back from Seo Jungin and shouted irritably at the door.

“I’m coming out! Don’t come in!”

Nam Taeyong glanced back. Seo Jungin was still pressed against the wall, panting. His sweet face flushed red.

‘Let’s do it again later.’

Nam Taeyong mouthed silently with a grin, curling his thumb and index finger into a circle and mimicking licking a hole. Just seeing it made Seo Jungin feel like he might lose it.

Click.

Nam Taeyong stepped out of the shower room, and muffled voices came from outside. Seo Jungin couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Seo Jungin hurriedly rushed to the door and locked it.

Standing by the door, Seo Jungin could still feel the intense heat lingering in his body. Something was wrong with his body. That was the only way to describe it.

Looking in the mirror by the sink, he saw Han Seungmin’s blood dried black on his uniform. In a situation like this, what was he…

“Haa…”

Seo Jungin sighed, incredulous at himself. He stripped off his uniform jacket, tossed it into the sink, unbuttoned his shirt, and soaked it in the sink as well, turning on the water.

His lower abdomen felt crusted. The fluids from the intense sex guiding with Nam Taeyong in the ward had dried. When he removed his pants and underwear, fluid gushed from below.

“Ut.”

This was because of the kissing and caresses from Nam Taeyong just moments ago. The fluid running down his thighs was mixed with semen from inside, its viscosity loosened. Looking at his discarded pants and underwear, they were a mess of dried and still-wet fluids.

Seo Jungin recalled the hours just earlier when he and Nam Taeyong had rolled around wildly, as if out of their minds. He could still feel Nam Taeyong’s groin roughly colliding with his hips.

The strong grip of his hands, the unhesitating kisses. Nam Taeyong’s hot tongue, tangling and rubbing as if mating inside his mouth.

Heat surged in Seo Jungin’s lower abdomen.

“Haa…”

The reckless fingers digging inside, thrusting and rubbing his clitoris with lubricant. And that hard penis, which he had feared so much, pounding relentlessly into his altered hole, delivering otherworldly pleasure.

“Haa, ah…”

The sensation of Nam Taeyong’s cool palm gripping his heated penis, roughly stroking up and down. His fingers lewdly rubbing the precum at the tip of his urethra.

“Hrru…”

Seo Jungin languidly recalled the sex guiding with Nam Taeyong. The endless feast of pleasure, repeated countless times, and the sensation of being pushed relentlessly, unable to stop or escape.

“Ng, eu… ng…”

Splash, splash. Drip. Drip.

The sound of water overflowing from the sink snapped Seo Jungin back to reality, and he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

“Ha, I’m crazy.”

Seo Jungin was shocked, his mind reeling at the sight in the mirror.

His hand was gripping his erect penis, stroking and rubbing it. Just like Nam Taeyong had done.

As if he’d touched something filthy, Seo Jungin flinched, yanked his hand away, and stepped back several paces from the sink.

What was wrong with his mind? Or was it his body? In this situation, what was he…

‘Am I really going crazy?’