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Dojin nodded as if it really was a good idea, even though he was the one who’d said it. He didn’t even seem to consider hearing Jiho’s opinion on it.

He set Jiho down and had him lean forward over the sink, gripping the edge with both hands.

“Stick your butt out more. That’s it.”

Then, without further warning, he slipped two fingers into Jiho’s bewildered hole and stirred them inside.

“Haa–! H-Hyung?”

“Yeah. I’ll take it out right away.”

“No, wait…!”

“Relax.”

Dojin slapped Jiho’s ass a few times. With each smack, the semen pooled inside Jiho began to gush out from under him.

He stirred the slick hole, swirling his fingers and rubbing all around the inner walls. Taking the cum out was just the pretext.

“Uhh, haah, aah! Nngh…!”

The wet, sticky sounds echoed through the bathroom. Jiho’s moans gradually grew louder.

He didn’t even seem to realize he was making such obscene sounds.

His flushed backside twitched, and his hips kept lifting involuntarily.

Dojin smirked as he stared at Jiho’s pulsing hole. He pressed hard against the swollen, sensitive inner spot with his fingertip.

“Ahhk!”

At last, a weak spurt of watery cum dribbled from Jiho’s cock. His insides had been thoroughly emptied.

“Haa… haah…”

Dojin stared down at Jiho, who was trembling and dazed. His gaze slid from Jiho’s narrow waist down to the round, plump cheeks of his ass.

“Pretty.”

Muttering in satisfaction, he lowered himself to one knee on the floor.

Jiho’s reddened butt, flushed from all the friction, was right in front of his face.

“Oh, right. Guide Jiho.”

“Ugh, d-don’t talk to me from back there…”

Jiho tried to raise his hips. But Dojin quickly wrapped his arms around Jiho’s waist, pulling him back into position and pressing kisses to his ass.

“You said you’d give me a guiding, remember?”

“…?”

“I still haven’t been guided yet.”

Though he hadn’t cared about the guiding at all, Dojin teased him anyway.

Jiho flushed to his ears as he recalled how he’d been too consumed by pleasure to even remember that.

While Jiho was momentarily distracted, Dojin spread his cheeks apart. The reddened hole was pulsing hungrily, twitching in search of something to swallow again.

Dojin glanced sidelong at Jiho, then stuck out his tongue. As soon as he fed it into that greedy hole, Jiho jerked in alarm and began struggling.

“H-Hyung! Wait–wait! That place is dirty!”

“Mmm.”

Dojin ignored him completely. His tongue explored the slick, softened inner walls. At the same time, his hand reached around to grab Jiho’s cock and began to stroke it.

“Ah–nngh–ah…!”

Eventually, a lustful moan slipped from Jiho’s lips. He tried belatedly to push Dojin away with a guiding wave.

“Haa… Is that you begging me to keep going?”

But instead of stopping him, Jiho’s guiding only shattered the last of Dojin’s restraint.

“Haaah!”

That night, Jiho ended up beneath Dojin until the sun came up, moaning and writhing the entire time.

He fell into a faint sleep with one clear lesson burned into him: never tease Dojin again.

***

The next morning, it wasn’t until the sun was high overhead that Jiho finally opened his eyes.

“Jiho, are you awake?”

“Mmm…?”

“Baek Dojin! Jiho’s awake!”

A child’s loud, high-pitched voice rang out sharply. Jiho’s foggy mind slowly registered the situation.

‘This is… the bedroom…’

He saw Heendungi scrambling off to the living room to share the news that Jiho had woken up.

Moments later, Dojin entered the bedroom with a worried look on his face.

“Guide Jiho. Are you okay?”

“…H-Hyung.”

His voice came out hoarse and worn-out, as if it had sunk into his chest. When he coughed dryly, Dojin handed him a cup of warm water he’d brought in advance.

“Here. I’ll help you sit up.”

“Ugh…”

As Jiho tried to rise, a dull ache throbbed from that place, making him squeeze his eyes shut.

While helping him, Dojin brought the cup to Jiho’s lips.

“Luckily there were no tears, but it’s a little swollen, just applied some ointment…”

“…Ointment?”

“Oh–don’t worry. I did it myself.”

Jiho’s face turned bright red, and Dojin quickly added an explanation, though he seemed unaware of why Jiho was so embarrassed.

“Sorry. I should’ve stopped earlier, but I got carried away…”

Looking dejected, Dojin apologized. The way his large shoulders slumped looked oddly pitiful for a man his size.

Jiho almost reached out to comfort him instinctively, but quickly came to his senses. With Dojin’s spirits down like this, it felt like the perfect opportunity.

“H-Hyung. What’s your guiding score?”

“Huh?”

“Your guiding score. How much did it go up?”

Prompted by Jiho, Dojin checked his watch and showed it to him.

The displayed score: 92%.

No wonder his face looked so fresh, his condition seemed excellent. If he’s feeling that good, then his mood must be good too.

Jiho smiled inwardly… only to wince again as his sore rear throbbed. Dojin, looking uneasy, tried to help him lie back down.

“You should rest for now. I made porridge, let me go heat it up.”

“No–no, Hyung!”

Jiho grabbed his sleeve to stop him as he turned away. Dojin paused awkwardly and looked back at him.

“…?”

“I-I have something to say.”

“Something to say?”

“Yes.”

“Oh… is it what you wanted to say yesterday?”

Jiho nodded eagerly. His face brightened, thankfully, Dojin remembered.

Dojin told him to lie back and take his time, gently helping him settle into bed. Then he brought over a stool and sat down at Jiho’s bedside.

“Umm…”

Jiho hesitated, then finally began to speak.

“I’m really healthy now, and my guiding score’s stabilized too. You saw it yesterday, right? I can guide now. I’m good at it.”

“…Yeah. That’s true…”

Dojin’s face flushed slightly. His eyes darted briefly to Jiho’s neck.

It was the spot he had bitten last night in the heat of the moment. A faint bruise now marked the tender skin where his teeth had sunk in.

Jiho tilted his head, not understanding the look, and continued speaking.

“So, I think I can start going outside again.”

“…What?”

“There were a few dungeon raids you turned down because of me, right?”

Dojin’s eyes widened. He looked genuinely surprised, as if wondering how Jiho knew that.

In truth, Jiho had a source even Dojin didn’t know about: the newly appointed Esper Director, Grandpa Kwak Jiheon.

“It was fine until now, but he said we can’t keep doing that. The dungeons are going to get bigger from here on, and there’ll be more dual dungeons too.”

“‘He said’…? Who told you that?”

“…That’s a secret.”

Dojin narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt at how many secrets Jiho seemed to have these days.

Jiho pretended not to notice his gaze and kept speaking gently.

“So really, I’m okay now… I can go to the dungeons. With you, of course.”

“……”

“And we can go shopping together, go to cafés, take walks… I want to do all of that.”

The longer Jiho spoke, the more Dojin’s expression stiffened. After a brief pause, he asked:

“…Did you know? That I was keeping you confined?”

“Of course I knew. Even Heendungi knew.”

So much for keeping it discreet.

Apparently, Jiho was more perceptive than Dojin had given him credit for. Dojin let out a low, defeated laugh.

“I know you did it because you were worried about me. If it were the other way around, and you were the one doing reckless things, I’d probably have locked you up too.”

“……”

“But now isn’t the time for that. The Final Dungeon is approaching… I can’t just stay in the house forever. I’ll have to fight when that time comes, and if I rest too long, I’ll lose my edge.”

Dojin was quietly surprised by Jiho’s calm, logical reasoning. In his memory, Jiho was still the boy who stammered, mispronounced words, and occasionally blurted out nonsense like a child.

When did he grow up like this?

Unaware of Dojin’s renewed gaze, Jiho pressed on:

“So please, Hyung… can you postpone the confinement thing just a bit longer?”

“…That makes it sound like you’d be okay with me locking you up later.”

“I would be.”

“…?”

“Once the Final Dungeon is over, I don’t mind if you keep me locked up. By then, you won’t need to go into dungeons anymore either… and we can be at home together every day.”

Dojin let out a soft, incredulous laugh.

‘He says I can confine him?’

A quiet satisfaction spread in his chest. He liked the sound of that. After thinking for a moment, he furrowed his brow and asked:

“Wait. Don’t tell me you offered to guide me just to butter me up for this?”

“Butter up…? I mean, how could I ever…”

Jiho had a look on his face like he was just short of saying, ‘How could I possibly dare?’

Even though he’d absolutely dared to seduce and toy with Dojin, now he was suddenly acting sheepish.

Dojin found it both absurd and funny, so he deliberately narrowed his eyes at him.

“……”

“Well, maybe a little… You’re usually more generous after I guide you, and I thought maybe… if you were in a good mood, you’d agree…”

Jiho lowered his head just a bit, then looked up at Dojin with wide, round eyes.

He looked exactly like a kitten in boots from some cartoon.

Dojin realized this too was part of Jiho’s strategy.

There it is. Now he’s using cuteness as a tactic.

Dojin had no choice but to admit it:

Jiho had grown, and he couldn’t win against this Jiho. He reached out and pinched Jiho’s nose, giving it a playful shake.

“Kyah!”

“Who taught you how to act this cute?”

“That hurts…”

“Do I seem like the kind of person who won’t listen to you unless you guide me?”

“……”

“Don’t do that anymore. Even if you don’t guide me, just say whatever you want, ask for whatever you want. Live like that.”

“…But will you really listen?”

“Of course.”

A soft smile rose to Dojin’s lips.

“You don’t need to watch my mood, Guide Jiho. If there’s something you want, just ask. You’re someone who’s allowed to do that with me.”

Jiho’s cheeks flushed a gentle pink. He pursed his lips for a second, then said boldly:

“Then… please come outside with me. Go shopping with me, and to a café, and on walks… and for dungeon raids and guiding too.”

“…Alright. Let’s do that.”

“Huh?”

His already big eyes grew even wider. Dojin looked at Jiho’s caramel-colored eyes, glittering with excitement, and had the urge to lick them.

“Let’s go for a walk today. While we’re out, we can do some shopping too.”

“…!”

“Starting tomorrow, come back to the center with me. Begin physical training again, and next week, we’ll resume dungeon raids. How does that sound?”

“Th-That sounds great!”

Jiho jumped up in excitement, only to cry out as a dull pain flared in his hips and lower back. Seeing Jiho tear up, Dojin muttered softly:

“…Cancel that. Let’s rest at home today.”

“…Hmph.”

He pouted, but he knew too well that his body wasn’t in any shape to be running around outside yet.

Dojin leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Jiho’s lips. The pout melted away with just that one kiss. A gentle smile spread across both of their faces.