Beyond The Control

Chapter 43

“Y-yes.”

“Then hurry up. And give me another guiding.”

Before I could even reply, he pressed his lips to mine again.  

His demand was not just bold, it was brazen. I was speechless, but reminding myself of my duty, I resumed the guiding. As planned, I reached behind me with my right hand and carefully inserted my middle finger.

My brow furrowed slightly. I realized my mistake the moment it went in.

‘One finger won’t even come close… Should I add another?’

Why did I only put the condom on my middle finger?  

This was the moment I truly felt the difference between theory and practice.  

While I hesitated, momentarily pausing, my eyes suddenly widened. Something touched me from behind, and in an instant, it burrowed inside me.

“Wh-what is that?”

“I’m trying to help.”

Unlike me, who was being extremely cautious, he was relentless.  

With a strange feeling, I abruptly pulled out my hand.  

Song Ji-hyeok, as if pleased, added another finger of his own. He subtly inserted and withdrew it several times, then said, as if he’d found the problem.

“It’s tight.”

Thanks to removing my hand, the foreign feeling disappeared. But I wasn’t out of the woods yet.  

He produced a tube of gel from a drawer—I don’t know how he knew it was there—and liberally applied it to his palm.

“This should work, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

His wet hand delved into me again. Thanks to the gel, it slid in smoothly, unlike before.

But the uncomfortable feeling remained.  Only then did I realize I’d taken things too lightly. Two fingers were already awkward; inserting Song Ji-hyeok’s… it just wouldn’t work.

The moment I made that judgment, I frantically grabbed his arm. There was still a chance to back out. I tried my best to sound rational as I dissuaded him.

“I don’t think we need to go this far. If we just do a little more mucosal guiding…”

Song Ji-hyeok cut me off sharply.

“We can use this mucosa.”

My jaw dropped at his unexpected words.  He added, “Just keep guiding me,” before swallowing my lips again.

As we kissed repeatedly, guiding each other, we became intimately familiar with each other’s erogenous zones.  

Our wet tongues rubbed against each other, and the playful touch of his tongue on my sensitive palate rapidly heightened our arousal.

Meanwhile, Song Ji-hyeok diligently widened my passage. He eventually inserted his ring finger and clumsily stirred inside.  

Despite the strange pressure, unbelievably, my core remained erect, throbbing.  

And Song Ji-hyeok, needless to say, was the same.

“Haah…”

Song Ji-hyeok, withdrawing his tongue from my mouth, finally pulled out his fingers and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me, causing me to stumble momentarily, then looked behind him.  After checking the protective gear still on my ankle, he gently scooped me into his arms.

“Hey, hey.”

Unlike me, who was flustered by the princess carry I’d only seen on variety shows, Song Ji-hyeok was unfazed. He approached the bed against one wall and laid me down on it.

I was in utter chaos.  It was the first time I’d ever touched the guiding room bed, just like it was the first time I’d ever taken out a condom today.

The moment he laid me down, Song Ji-hyeok climbed on top of me. He practically trapped me between his legs and threw off his combat uniform, which, though unseen, was undoubtedly soaked in the blood and sweat of countless battles.

His muscular body was revealed, but I had no time to admire it. Song Ji-hyeok spread my legs and thrust his hips between them. His dick, stiffly erect, came into view.

“W-wait, Ji-hyeok.”

In that instant, all my seniority, my experience as a leader, vanished.

“I really don’t think I can do this.”

I admit I’d been quite thorough in preparing him. But even thinking about receiving him like this felt absurd.

Unconsciously, I tried to back away, inching back with my elbows. But the wall, a solid barrier instead of a headboard, prevented my retreat.

“Oof!”

Song Ji-hyeok grabbed my waist and pulled me down. He stroked his erect dick a couple of times, then moved towards my entrance.  

In this crisis, words just spilled out.

“Okay, okay, just calm down.”

“I am calm.”

You’re anything but, you maniac!

“Do we really have to do the insertion?”

I managed to temporarily halt his movements. But it wasn’t entirely good news; Song Ji-hyeok’s gaze turned a little colder.

“Don’t you want to do this with me?”

“It’s not that, it’s just that I don’t feel ready.”

Unlike my desperate plea, Song Ji-hyeok didn’t seem convinced. I had no choice but to add a few more words.  

My masculine pride was bruised, but that wasn’t going to feed me. My safety came first.

“…Actually, this is my first time doing this, and yours is just too big…”

“Let’s at least try. I’ll pull out if it doesn’t work.”

Song Ji-hyeok attempted insertion again. He rubbed the slick glans against my opening a couple of times before pushing in forcefully.  

At that moment, I almost cursed.

‘Crazy. This hurts like hell!’

My entrance, which had been closed, was suddenly stretched to its limit. Even just the tip was excruciating; it felt like it was tearing. Song Ji-hyeok also grimaced, his forehead straining.

“Relax a little.”

“You try relaxing…!”

It was clearly the right thing to do. But for some reason, Song Ji-hyeok wouldn’t budge. Maybe it was connected to the guiding.

Finally, I reached out with my dejected dick. 

 What does it even mean to be a man?  I stroked myself quickly and forcefully, and amidst the pain, a faint pleasure bloomed.  

As if understanding my intention, Song Ji-hyeok began to thrust again.

A kind of existential crisis hit me. Why am I doing this? My job is guiding.

…Oh. It is guiding.

After a whirlwind of confused thoughts, I resumed guiding with a crumpled face. Sensing this, Song Ji-hyeok pressed his lower body closer.

“Tilt your head down.”

Perhaps because of my grimace, Song Ji-hyeok readily obeyed. I embraced his neck and kissed him, and he immediately opened his mouth, enveloping my tongue.

Even then, he didn’t give up.  

While kissing, he continued to thrust, and eventually managed to insert almost all of himself.

“Haah…”

He straightened up, pulling away from the kiss.  

His triumphant expression almost made me laugh, but the reality of the pressure remained, leaving me paralyzed.

“It’s all in.”

“…I know.”

It was an undeniable presence.  

I think it was just my imagination, but I felt my heartbeat pounding in my abdomen.

“Slowly.”

I urgently grabbed Song Ji-hyeok’s arm and pleaded. The sensation was incredibly strange. As the fullness inside me slowly withdrew, it felt like my insides were being pulled out with it, making me nauseous.

“Relax a little.”

“This… is my limit.”

I wanted to commend myself for not cursing.  

While grumbling about the tightness, Song Ji-hyeok didn’t stop moving.  

Patiently, he moved in and out several times, then used both hands to spread my legs, bracing himself between my thighs and calves.  

With my lower body completely exposed, he began to move in earnest.

As time passed, Song Ji-hyeok became bolder. Each forceful thrust left me breathless, sending waves of indescribable sensations through me. Tears welled up in my eyes.

He pulled away, bending his upper body to find my lips again.  

As if waiting for it, I embraced his neck and intertwined my tongue with his.

“Hup, haah…”

The power of the guiding was incredible. The agonizing pain was still there, but at some point, each deep thrust of Song Ji-hyeok’s dick sent a jolt of pleasure through my abdomen.  

Unconsciously, my erect dick rubbed against his abs, leaving a trail of slippery pre-cum.

“Damn it, this is crazy.”

“Ah, hwit, ah, ah-huk!”

“Senior, you’re enjoying this, right?”

No more words were needed. We shamelessly explored each other, lost in the moment.  Uninhibited moans escaped my lips.

It wasn’t just the direct stimulation.  

Song Ji-hyeok’s face contorted in pleasure, his powerfully built body that was almost too much to hold onto, and the occasional involuntary moans he let out all heightened my arousal.

Song Ji-hyeok was completely immersed as well. He’d already cum twice, but he didn’t seem to want to stop.

He thrust deeply and forcefully, then brought my legs together and rested them on his shoulders. He held my legs with one arm and rhythmically thrusted his hips.

With his left hand, he pinched and caressed my nipple, then suddenly increased his pace. He was clearly approaching his climax.

“Ah, hwit, haat, eu-ut!”

I gripped the pillowcase, pushed to the edge of the bed, and used my other hand to grasp my dick.  

The pleasure intensified tenfold.  I writhed in ecstasy, arching my back, and released my own climax.

Song Ji-hyeok also came, buried deep inside me.  I could feel it; his cum surged, filling my belly.