Episode 53. Giving Up Isn’t Just for Counting Cabbages (5)

Whether it was a kiss or something else, it was still the other sensation Sodam had been craving. So, she willingly followed Juyul’s lead, pressing her lips against his without hesitation.

Her eagerness, the way she moved without restraint, made it clear that his not-so-subtle threat had influenced her.

Her lips wandered, not just over his mouth but along his lower lip, his chin, even the corners of his mouth—each lingering touch steadily eroding his patience.

Juyul let out a slow breath, then firmly grasped her soft curves with both hands, lifting her fully away from the kitchen counter.

Now entirely in his hold, Sodam melted against him, deepening the kiss with growing intensity.

That was when Juyul finally moved.

Despite carrying her, his steps were impossibly steady—so smooth that even Sodam, who was wrapped around him, barely noticed they were moving.

Following the familiar path down the hall, he stepped into the bedroom, only to toss her onto the bed the moment they reached it.

Sodam, still caught in a daze, let out a shallow breath as her overheated skin rubbed against the cool sheets. But the burning ache within her only worsened, an unfulfilled need coiling tighter inside her. Without realizing it, she pressed her thighs together, instinctively tightening around his hips in search of relief.

“…Haa. Don’t rush me, Guide Maeng Sodam.”

“Just… just do something, anything… please?”

The heat radiating from Sodam seeped into him, making his breath come short. He hadn’t felt this kind of overwhelming warmth since his awakening—it was suffocating, unbearable. Even when he pulled off his restricting shirt, the sensation didn’t ease.

The only way to relieve this suffocating tension, this burning pressure, was to bury himself inside her.

Juyul had been holding himself back, afraid that if she heard the rough, animalistic edge to his breath, she might get scared and try to escape. But in just that short moment, she had taken matters into her own hands.

Perhaps thinking he had paused because there was no protection, Sodam fumbled blindly through the bedside drawer without even looking, her fingers searching until they finally found a familiar box.

With shaky movements, she pulled out a thin foil packet, gripping it tightly. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, turning her face away as she hesitantly extended the small offering in his direction.

She assumed—of course, Juyul would have seen her hand. Yet, when no movement followed, doubt crept in. Was he hesitating? Slowly, she lowered her arm, and in the process, the delicate foil brushed against the heat of his lower body.

A quiet, restrained sigh escaped from above.

“…Haa.”

Interpreting it as disapproval, Sodam bit down on her lower lip, embarrassment creeping in. She had no idea that her next words would be the final spark to burn away the last of Juyul’s self-restraint.

“…Hurry.”

A sharp grinding of teeth filled the air before Juyul finally lost the last of his restraint, his body pressing over Sodam’s. Their lips collided with a ravenous hunger, devouring each other without hesitation. Breath mingled, tongues tangled, and lips crashed together in a heated frenzy until it became impossible to tell whose breath belonged to whom.

The tension between their lower bodies, once restrained, now moved with urgency, friction intensifying as fabric rubbed between them.

With hurried movements, Juyul freed himself, rolling on a protective layer before sinking his teeth lightly into Sodam’s cheek. His chest heaved as if trying to catch up on lost breath, his cool skin brushing against hers in fleeting touches. Her sensitive peaks responded instantly, tightening as they pressed together, heartbeat syncing with his.

His lips trailed from her cheek to her ear, tracing the curve down to her earlobe before drawing it between his lips. At the same time, his hand firmly gripped her thigh, his fingers pressing in as he pulled at the last barrier between them. A slow, sticky sensation followed as damp fabric clung stubbornly before finally slipping away.

Despite how much had already been shed, embarrassment still burned hot in Sodam’s chest. It was a foolish thought, considering the state they were already in, but she clung to his neck as if to hide herself.

What she failed to account for was how sharp Juyul’s senses were—especially his sense of touch.

Too impatient to wait for the last of the fabric to be removed, he simply tore it away with his ability, his now-cool fingertips slipping between the warmth that eagerly welcomed him.

Already slick, the heat within her swallowed his fingers effortlessly, her body offering no resistance. As he dragged his hand through the dampness, he could feel the clear, sticky liquid gliding over his skin.

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, his voice laced with amusement and something darker.

“…I barely even touched you, and you’re already dripping like this. I never expected my Guide to be so eager.”

“Hnn… no, no, it’s not like that…”

“Not like that?”

Juyul scoffed at the obvious lie. As if to punish her, he pinched the sensitive bud between his fingers, making Sodam’s entire body tremble beneath him. A fresh wave of heat spilled out, which he promptly pushed back in, his fingers gliding along her entrance in slow, deliberate strokes.

A stifled moan broke free.

“Haa—ah, stop, please…!”

“Please… what comes next?”

“Just… just do it properly… not with your fingers…!”

Sodam squeezed her eyes shut as she blurted out her desperate plea, the words spilling out as raw honesty.

More than her voice, her actions spoke louder—her shaky hand, once gripping his back, now fumbled lower, reaching for the rigid heat between them. The moment her fingers wrapped around him, guiding him toward the place where her body eagerly awaited, Juyul let out a sharp breath.

Her teasing movements, the way she lined him up against her slick entrance, sent a bolt of heat through his spine.

“…If you pass out after making it this far, I’m not cleaning up the mess, Guide.”

Juyul issued a low warning before gripping her unsteady hand, guiding her to spread her thighs wider. Holding her open, he pressed the tip of his length against her entrance.

The moment he made contact, her body responded instinctively—clenching, drawing him in, as if it remembered exactly what was about to happen.

As he pushed forward, the tight heat resisted briefly before yielding, stretching around him and slowly pulling him in deeper.

Her walls clenched hungrily around the thick intrusion, as if demanding more, urging him to sink in completely.

The pressure built as he filled her to the hilt, his movements deep and unrelenting. The overwhelming sensation made her breath stutter—her body shivering as if the very core of her being was meeting him, his presence impossibly deep.

“Haa… ah, ngh…!”

Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure ricocheting through her, leaving her mind hazy and unfocused. The tight friction against her sensitive walls sent stars dancing in her vision, while the heat of their bodies pressing together made her heart race.

As pleasure surged, her fingers tensed, clawing at his back, desperate to hold onto something solid amidst the overwhelming sensation.

By the time the friction left her thighs flushed and trembling, Juyul finally reached his peak.

His teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck as his grip on her tightened—almost painfully so—before he finally let her go.

Bracing himself with his arms, he hovered over her, catching his breath, his gaze locked onto her exhausted expression. And then, without warning, he demanded:

“Maeng Sodam, say my name.”

“…Baek… Juyul?”

“Say it properly. Call me your Esper.”

“…My Esper… ah—!”

Like embers reigniting in what had seemed to be dying ashes, the simple act of Sodam saying his name made Juyul stir again. Without hesitation, he drove himself back inside, filling her completely.

She had no strength left to hold onto him, her limbs weak and trembling, yet he didn’t stop. His movements remained steady, unrelenting.

There was only one thing he demanded from her.

“Keep saying it. Don’t stop.”

“Baek Juyul… ah—Juyul… ngh—my Esper… ahh—!”

Nothing else was needed. Until he reached his peak once more, Sodam’s voice, broken and breathless, repeated his name and the words my Esper, over and over.

The only sound in the room was the quiet friction between them, growing slicker with every movement. By the time it was over, the air was thick with heat, and the haze clouding her mind slowly began to clear.

“…My Esper.”

“That’s right. I’m yours. And you’re my Guide.”

“Haa… ngh… I’m tired… no more…”

The faint, tearful quiver in her voice finally made him realize—this was the point where he had to stop.

Pulling away, he watched as the warmth trapped inside her spilled out, trailing down between her thighs. He forced himself to look away from the sight, shifting his attention to her exhausted state.

She looked more worn out than usual—completely still, her body unmoving.

After quickly cleaning himself off with a tissue, he left to fetch a warm towel. Even by the time he returned, Sodam hadn’t moved an inch, still lying limp on the bed exactly as he had left her.

Assuming she had passed out, Juyul carefully wiped her down, trying to be as gentle as possible.

But then, a cracked voice broke the silence.

“…So, this means I’m healthy, right?”

“…Hah.”

“I mean… I didn’t pass out this time…”

“And? Does that mean you can wash yourself?”

“…Do you think I could? Just keeping my eyes open is exhausting…”

Though she could barely move a finger, to Sodam, this was an impressive display of endurance.

She was vaguely aware of how practiced his hands seemed as he cleaned her, which made her a little embarrassed. But refusing and trying to do it herself? She had no strength for that, so she quietly let him continue.

Still, staying completely silent felt awkward, so she just let herself ramble, saying whatever came to mind. At least now that her breathing had steadied, she could form complete sentences without pausing every few words.

“The more we do this, the more my body seems to get used to it. Maybe I’m learning how to handle it?”

“Not passing out doesn’t mean you’ve figured anything out. That’s some serious overconfidence.”

“Come on, you liked it. Admit it. Besides, what if my rank went up? With all the time I’ve been taking from Baek Juyul, Esper, maybe I’ve finally hit S-class?”