DPGR 81

“Sex-guiding.”

“Wh–what? All of a sudden?”

“Yeah.”

“Here?”

“Yeah.”

Dojin was so flustered he couldn’t think straight. After all, aside from the very beginning, this was the first time Jiho had ever asked him for sex.

Lately, it had gotten to the point where Dojin teasing Jiho with skinship had led Jiho to start avoiding him altogether.

And now, all of a sudden, he was clinging to him, begging for contact—no, for sex.

“Hyung, come on, se—mmph.”

“Wait, please—quiet.”

“Mmm?”

Dojin hurried to cover Jiho’s mouth. Jiho frowned in protest, glaring up at him.

Then, as if realizing it wouldn’t work, he gave up and released his guiding energy straight into Dojin’s body.

“Guide Jiho!”

The energy surged in through Jiho’s lips where they touched his palm.

Normally, if it wasn’t kiss-guiding he could have handled it.

But Dojin was already in the middle of severe guiding deprivation, so all he could do was grit his teeth and pull his hand away.

“No, no. We can’t. Not here—”

“Then let’s go home and do it. Sex.”

“No. Se—ahem. We can’t do Level 3 guiding either. Even normal guiding should be more than enough—”

“Hyungaaah…”

“……”

Jiho called out in that trembling voice, eyes full of tears, tinged with a coyness he didn’t usually show.

“I want to… I wanna do it, with you… se—mph!”

“Ha…”

Dojin felt like his hair might stand on end.

What the hell had this guide seen or learned to act like this?

And yet, more guiding energy was flooding in through his hand.

Jiho squirmed on top of his now fully hardened erection, shifting his hips.

“Haa… Guide Jiho….”

“Mmh? Mmmh.”

Whimpering sweetly, Jiho grabbed Dojin’s wrist, the one that had covered his mouth.

Then, as if showing off, he kissed his palm with soft smacks, before slipping one of Dojin’s fingers into his mouth and sucking.

“Ah—stop…”

“Hhup… mm…”

The guiding energy flowing in wasn’t normal—it was intense.

Dojin could tell now that Jiho had come here completely determined.

He hadn’t even done anything yet, and already, he could feel precum dampening his underwear.

On top of that, Jiho was grinding his soft, swaying hips against him.

“Ugh…”

Dojin swallowed a groan. At this rate, he was going to come in his pants.

Finally, he slid his hands under Jiho’s arms, lifted him up, and stood.

Jiho looked up at him, face flushed, breathing in shallow pants.

“Why? Why…?”

“I should be the one asking that. Why are you doing this to me?”

“…Do you not want to?”

“No, I mean—it’s not that I don’t. I—I do, but this is office, and Level 3 guiding is a bit much—”

“Sniffle.”

“…Guide Jiho?”

“Hic.”

“No, why—why are you crying? Jiho Guide? Huh?”

His voice unraveling in confusion, Dojin stopped mid-sentence as sniffling grew louder.

Jiho was right in front of him, face twisted with sorrow, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Startled, Dojin pulled him close and held him tight, completely at a loss.

“I said I don’t hate it. It’s not that I don’t want you, Guide Jiho. So don’t cry, please.”

He thought maybe Jiho was crying because he felt rejected again, so he clarified that first.

But what Jiho said next was completely unexpected.

“I–sniff… I was scared… huuuh…”

“…Scared?”

“Hic.”

Scared? Of what? Did I scare him somehow?

Dojin was even more confused. He sat Jiho down on the sofa, knelt in front of him, and lowered himself to Jiho’s eye level.

Naturally, it made him look up at Jiho.

“Guide Jiho. Look at me.”

“Sniff…”

“What do you mean, you were scared? Were you scared of me?”

“Noo… hyung, hic! A scary… dream…”

“A dream…?”

Dojin pieced things together from the scattered words.

So—

“You had a bad dream… and came straight here?”

“Y-yeah, hic!”

That’s why he was so pale, why he hadn’t even dried his hair before rushing over.

‘And asking for sex—it must’ve been because he was feeling anxious from the dream.’

Now that he’d more or less grasped the situation, Dojin let out a breath of relief.

If it was just a nightmare, he could calm him down.

“Guide Jiho. Hush now. No more crying.”

“Mmh…”

“It was just a dream. Just forget it, okay?”

In moments like these, it was better to help someone forget than ask them to explain what the dream was about.

To distract Jiho, Dojin started talking about things that might interest him.

“Should we go home and eat? There’s dumplings you like, or we could order something else.”

“……”

“On the way back, we could pick up some of those snacks you like. Sound good?”

Thanks to Dojin’s gentle voice, Jiho began to slowly calm down.

Dojin thought that was it—he’d take Jiho home, feed him, and coax him into just some hand-guiding.

But then—

“…x.”

“Huh?”

Jiho mumbled, lips flushed from biting.

“Sex…”

“Guide Jiho.”

“Please have sex with me. Hold me.”

Jiho’s arms wrapped around Dojin’s neck.

His soft, warm cheek pressed against Dojin’s.

He was trembling, clinging to him with all his strength.

Just when Dojin thought he was settling down, Jiho was desperately reaching for him again.

‘Did he have a dream about me?’

Or maybe… he’d relived one of those unpleasant experiences from a past life.

“Ha…”

The soft body burrowing into his arms, the warmth of his skin, the trembling breaths, and the occasional sniffle—

Everything was shaking Dojin to his core.

Even without guiding, his instincts were already yearning for Jiho.

“…You’re going to regret it.”

“No, I won’t…”

“It’s going to be hard on you.”

“I–hic–I can take it…”

If he was going to be this stubborn, what else could Dojin do?

As always, he couldn’t win against Jiho when he cried.

No—this time, he didn’t even want to win.

He pulled Jiho into his arms again and pressed a kiss to his tear-streaked cheek.

“Not here.”

“Mmh…”

“So let’s go home.”

“……?”

“And do it. Sex.”

That crude word rolled off Dojin’s tongue.

Jiho, still gazing into his eyes, blinked in surprise.

But that expression, too, was so endearing that Dojin pressed a kiss to his widened eyes.

A faint salty taste lingered in his mouth.

“Let’s finish crying… at home.”

Though Jiho didn’t fully grasp what he meant, he quickly nodded, afraid Dojin might take his words back.

As they left the Esper wing, Dojin’s steps were more urgent than ever.

***

“Ugh, ah…!”

“Just stay still.”

“Hyung… You said we were washing…”

“I’m washing you right now.”

In the humid bathroom, Dojin’s voice echoed softly.

Jiho had no choice but to twist his body and moan at Dohjin’s rough handling of his penis.

‘How is this washing!’

The retort was blocked by the moan coming from his throat.

It was wrong, to insist on dragging him into the bathroom together, saying he needed to wash up.

“Hah…!”

“Don’t think about anything else.”

“Ah, no, no…”

“What are you going to do if you get so distracted and fall?”

“No, ugh, ah!”

While Jiho was thinking of something else (which was actually thinking of Dojin), Dojin mischievously rubbed Jiho’s sensitive and heated glans with his thumb.

He even went so far as to press Jiho’s urethra with his fingernails.

As if wanting to burrow inside.

“Eek! Ah, no, ugh, ah…”

Jiho shook his head in fear. At the same time, the sense of urgency he had been holding back surged up, causing his body to tremble.

“Haak…!”

Finally, the white fluid shot out. Dojin, supporting the stiff and swaying Jiho, shook his penis a few more times.

He squeezed out every last drop and let out a satisfied laugh.

In the end, Jiho shed tears as he glared at Dojin. Earlier, Jiho had just begun to understand the words Dojin had said in the office.

“Don’t, stop, ugh, harassing me!”

“Harassment? Me?”

“It’s harassment, isn’t it…?”

“No.”

“But why, why is it always just me…?”

“Why not just have sex!”

At this rate, Jiho felt he would be too exhausted to even start the main game. He even began to suspect that this was exactly what Dojin wanted.

However, Dojin showed a perplexed expression and blushed.

“Well, actually…”

“Huh?”

“Your face is so beautiful that I couldn’t help but keep touching it without realizing it. I’m sorry. Did it hurt a lot?”

“Wh, what, what did you say?”

Jiho’s eyes widened. The reason he had been bothering and tormenting him all this time…

‘He said it was because my face is pretty?’

What kind of perverted reason is that?

Jiho asked outright.

“Hyung, are you a pervert?”

“Ah, no, no… it is.”

He wasn’t confident in his answer. Dojin had doubted his own taste a few times as well.

Jiho’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Dojin.

Then, soon.

“Stop bothering me already…”

Jiho reached out and grabbed Dojin’s penis. Dojin looked at Jiho in shock.

The two people’s gazes intertwined in the air. It was when Dojin swallowed a dry gulp.

“Let’s go do it, sex. We already washed up.”

As he stroked his penis with his soapy hands, Dojin moaned and bent over.

The squelching sound seemed unusually loud.