PUES Chapter 3 (Part 3)

LONG CHAPTER AHEAD

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While Hajin screamed internally, Adam’s lesson continued without pause. In the original novel, Hajin Orion occasionally took both Adam and Ward at the same time, and each time, he completely unraveled, his weaknesses laid bare without a shred of concealment.

But reading about it had been one thing—experiencing it firsthand was an entirely different nightmare. Taking even one of them was already exhausting, but handling both at the same time? It wasn’t about morality or dignity at this point—his body simply couldn’t take it.

“Hhii-ak…!”

With the relentless rhythm of their movements, Hajin’s cries spilled out once more. At first, Ward had been clueless about how to thrust properly, mindlessly ramming into him without finesse. But now, following Adam’s guidance, he adjusted his angle, tilting his hips just right and throwing off the tempo, catching Hajin off guard as he pounded into him mercilessly.

Each time, Hajin flailed helplessly, unsure of what to do, yet he couldn’t ignore the pleasure surging through his body. What started as a “Purification care” session was always emphasized at the beginning, but it never took long for that purpose to fade into the background.

The moment Hajin resisted and tried to fight back, they would simply overpower him, pulling at his wrap skirt to expose his ass before shoving their cocks inside. No matter how much he pouted and struggled at first, his trembling hole never lasted long—it would always melt, softening and opening up to take them in.

It meant that even the sharpest defiance was useless once lost in the haze of sex. Adam took full advantage of that—whenever he was aroused, he would take Hajin simply because he felt like it.

“Whew~ Hajin’s hole is milking us again, huh? At this rate, Ward’s balls are gonna be completely drained.”

Ever since the first time Adam had taken him, he had become obsessed with how insanely good Hajin felt. He would pester him constantly, coaxing him into sex at every opportunity.

There were even times when Adam would seek out Hajin before heading to work, unable to resist his urges. He had become completely addicted to the pleasure he found in sex with Hajin, his own selfish desire leading him to an inescapable craving.

As a result, what had once been an ordinary office worker now felt like someone who couldn’t function without constant sex. It was only natural that Hajin began to feel the limits of his endurance.

At this rate, he was bound to collapse from exhaustion or end up so raw that he wouldn’t be able to use that part of his body properly anymore. Worried that something serious would happen, Hajin decided he needed to come up with a plan.

Hajin had tried to arrive at work earlier than usual, hoping to sneak in through the back of the center unnoticed—but that plan failed miserably. Instead, Adam caught him with uncanny precision, as if he had anticipated the escape attempt. As punishment for trying to run, Adam took him even rougher than usual.

In the end, Hajin gave up. Whenever Adam demanded, he simply let it happen, his wrap skirt pushed aside as he was taken. Even if they just happened to cross paths in the hallway on the way to the restroom, Adam would grab him, claiming he was suddenly aroused, and use him until he was dripping and spent.

And as if that weren’t enough, Adam even barged into his home on his days off, using “Purification” as an excuse to throw a tantrum until he got what he wanted, leaving Hajin completely at his wits’ end.

Because Hajin firmly refused, insisting that there was no way he could do such things in a house with children, Adam had begrudgingly settled for just a kiss. But even now, he still held onto his regret—his frustration over not having been able to have sex in Hajin’s home.

As if determined to make up for that missed opportunity, Adam had since become even more relentless. The moment he caught sight of Hajin, he pounced without hesitation. No wonder Hajin kept trying to run.

Adam smirked as he thought about it, his lips curling around a nipple he had already exposed, sucking with evident amusement. Hajin, caught in his teasing grasp, was already trembling, his soft pink nipples standing stiff, shaking along with his body.

“Oh, right. Didn’t you say you had to head straight home today because of the kid?”

Adam asked casually, all while twisting Hajin’s swollen, slick nipple as if it belonged to him, his fingers relentless in their torment.

“Ah…”

Even as pain shot through him, the sharp pleasure that flared up with each touch made Hajin’s hips twitch involuntarily. His tear-streaked eyes squeezed shut as he barely registered Adam’s words, his breath hitching between gasps.

Ward, who had briefly pulled out to the tip, suddenly slammed back in with a resounding thwack! The impact sent a violent tremor through Hajin’s outstretched legs, his slender waist arching sharply, tracing an elegant curve in the air.

With his nipples still being mercilessly toyed with while he was being pounded, the pleasure surged through him tenfold. Hajin gasped, his breath hitching in desperate, choked sobs, his entire body trembling as if he were on the verge of collapsing under the overwhelming sensation.

Ward didn’t miss a single moment of it. He committed every detail of Hajin’s writhing, tear-streaked face to memory, his jaw clenched tight as he held himself back from spilling too soon.

His sunken cheeks and focused gaze lingered on the man beneath him, drinking in the sight with a thick, possessive hunger. Hajin, sensing the shift in atmosphere, let go of Ward’s collar and moved his trembling hands to press against the firm expanse of his chest.

“Mm, today’s remedial… class, so… it’ll be over soon… Ahh—!”

Kid? Remedial class?

Even with his mind clouded by lust, Ward somehow managed to catch the words spilling from Hajin’s lips, and for a moment, confusion flickered through him. Those words didn’t fit him at all.

Hajin looked too young, his delicate frame far more suited to being held by a man than holding someone else. The idea of him using words like that—mentioning a child, of all things—just didn’t make sense.

“Haa… Esper Ward… I get that you’re insatiable, but let’s just stop here for today….”

The hands pressed against Ward’s chest suddenly pushed forward with what little strength Hajin could muster. It wasn’t nearly enough to truly move him—his feet barely had the leverage—but for some reason, as if bewitched, Ward instinctively withdrew, his dazed eyes fixed on Hajin in disbelief.

Only when the heavy weight pinning him down finally lifted did Hajin let out a proper breath, his chest rising and falling as he exhaled shakily. His expression was languid, hazy from exhaustion and lingering pleasure. Slowly, his gaze drifted downward.

There, between his trembling, spread legs, Ward’s cock was still buried inside him, thick and unyielding. Though it had slipped partway out when Ward backed off, it remained stiff, poised as if waiting for the perfect moment to plunge back in.

Adam, who had been lounging beside Hajin, caught sight of Ward’s still half-exposed cock and let out a low whistle, smirking in amusement.

“Well, well, I had no idea our junior had such an impressive cock. No wonder Hajin was moaning so much. He was so loud, I swear the whole hallway was echoing with it.”

Of course, in a building full of rooms, this particular one had the best soundproofing—there was no way anything had actually leaked outside. But Adam, ever the shameless tease, tossed out the blatant lie just to fluster Ward while simultaneously praising him.

Ward, now red for an entirely different reason, hesitated before awkwardly moving his hands to cover their still-connected point, his embarrassment evident despite everything that had just happened.

The whole situation ended up even more obscene—Ward, in his flustered state, had only managed to grip Hajin’s cock instead of actually covering anything properly. It was almost comical. But Hajin, too preoccupied to care, fumbled around, searching for something with an urgency that made it clear he had no time to waste.

“What time is it?”

“Three-thirty.”

“Ha, fuck.”

A low curse slipped from Hajin’s lips, immediately followed by a sharp gasp. The moment Ward heard him swear, he flinched in surprise—only to accidentally jerk his hips forward, driving his still-hard length even deeper inside.

Hajin had told him to pull out. He had made it clear that they were done. And yet, Ward still hadn’t moved, still sat there fully sheathed inside him like he had no intention of leaving.

Two pairs of eyes locked onto Ward in silent accusation.

“…Purification is complete.”

“…Ah.”

Hearing the blunt finality of Hajin’s words, Ward let out a short sigh and gave a small nod. Now that he thought about it, the pounding headache and dizziness that had plagued him endlessly before the purification were completely gone—as if they had never existed.

That pain had been unbearable, persistent no matter how many painkillers he took. And yet, Hajin had erased it in an instant. It was almost frightening how effective he was. The realization that his body had truly been cleansed washed over him, bringing with it an entirely different kind of sensation.

“Ahh—ah! E-Esper Ward…!”

Hajin’s voice broke into a trembling moan, his limbs jerking violently as his body convulsed in response.

Beside him, Adam let out a snickering laugh, clearly amused by the whole spectacle. With an infuriating smirk, he leaned in toward Hajin, watching with interest as he trembled pitifully beneath them.

Instead of stopping Ward, who had suddenly lost control, Adam took the opportunity to move in as if things had only gotten better. Hajin, caught between them, whimpered as Adam’s lips crashed onto his, their tongues tangling as he was thoroughly kissed and sucked on. His hands clung weakly to both men, but they were of no use.

His lower body was trapped in Ward’s grasp, his hole relentlessly pounded until it felt like it was wearing thin, while his upper body was completely at Adam’s mercy.

As if the deep kisses weren’t enough, Adam’s fingers found his nipples, twisting and rubbing them aggressively. Each time, pleasure surged downward, making Hajin instinctively tighten around Ward’s cock, squeezing him mercilessly.

Realizing just how good that sensation felt, Ward didn’t hold back either. Since Adam couldn’t fully claim Hajin’s chest alone, Ward leaned down and took Hajin’s neglected nipple into his mouth.

Hajin’s entire body seized up. With both nipples being sucked at the same time, his breath hitched, his trembling only intensifying. He had always enjoyed having them tugged or pinched, but being licked and sucked so aggressively? That was overwhelming.

He had only ever been teased by one person at a time before. Now, the pleasure from both sides hit him all at once, amplifying everything to an unbearable degree. His mind blurred as wave after wave of intense sensation crashed over him, stacking on top of each other endlessly.

“Hii…ik!”

Hajin’s nipples, once a soft pink, were now swollen and red, thoroughly teased until they ached with oversensitivity. The sharp, electric pleasure of an impending orgasm flashed behind his eyes, making his vision flicker.

Ward, gripping Hajin’s waist tightly to keep him from slipping away, lifted him once more, driving in even deeper. His hands tightened as he fought against the overwhelming urge to release, the wet, obscene sounds of their movements echoing loudly in the room.

Adam, who had been sucking and biting at Hajin’s lips and nipples like he was feasting, was now watching them with the same dazed, pleasure-drunk expression. His mouth hung slightly open, a thin string of saliva slipping down his chin as he gazed hungrily at the two locked in their desperate rhythm.

“I wonder if they know you go around like this.”

“Hnn, ngh! Uh… uhhngh…!” Hajin barely managed a response, his moans breaking apart as his body convulsed between the two.

Hajin had tried to hold back, but in the end, he was reduced to helpless whimpers, his body convulsing as he clung to Adam’s intertwined fingers. He shuddered through yet another orgasm, his mind foggy and overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure.

Adam, who had been watching with detached amusement, suddenly moved. Without warning, he grabbed the back of Ward’s head and shoved him toward Hajin, forcing their lips together with brute strength.

The sheer force of it made their mouths collide, pressing them into a deep, suffocating kiss. Still trembling from the aftershocks, Hajin barely had a moment to process before his lips instinctively parted, welcoming Ward despite the intense, predatory gaze locked onto him.

“Hajin likes cumming while kissing.”

As if proving Adam’s point, their mouths moved hungrily against each other, greedily savoring the warmth and breath they shared. The wet, heated mess between them only intensified, their tongues tangling as Hajin whimpered into Ward’s mouth.

At the same time, his inner walls clenched down, tightening around Ward’s cock with a slick, pulsing grip, drawing out every last bit of sensation. It was too much—Ward barely lasted another moment before his restraint snapped, and with a deep, guttural groan, he spilled inside, thick and unrelenting, as his entire body shuddered from the release.

Even as their mouths remained messily connected, exchanging the slick heat of their mingled fluids, Ward couldn’t suppress his lingering desire. Even mid-release, he was still moving his hips, his body unwilling to let go. With a deeper hunger surfacing, he pulled Hajin into a tight embrace, their bodies pressing together so firmly that Hajin could feel the pressure all the way to his ribs, making it hard to breathe.

A flicker of irritation crossed Hajin’s face at the suffocating closeness.

“…The purification is over. I said it’s over….”

His voice, breathless and drained, barely pushed through after having his lips and air stolen for so long.

Ward, still caught in the aftershocks of his climax, finally registered Hajin’s exhausted words. His expression softened into something almost regretful as he looked down at the man in his arms. Hajin’s lips weren’t the only thing drenched—his cheeks were just as wet, streaked with tears and saliva, his entire body spent from the relentless onslaught.

The evidence of Hajin breaking down in helpless tears, unable to withstand the relentless pleasure, only seemed to satisfy the beast-like men surrounding him.

He must have enjoyed it that much, Ward thought with a strange sense of pride, his chest swelling as he gazed down at Hajin, who was still gasping for breath. Even as Hajin trembled from exhaustion, Ward wasn’t ready to let go just yet. He shifted his hips, grinding himself deeper, deliberately pressing against every sensitive spot inside, as if memorizing them with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

“Mmff—!”

To everyone’s surprise, it was Adam who stopped him. Just as Ward leaned in again, parting his lips to steal another kiss, Adam shoved a palm against his face, effortlessly pushing him away. The force caught Ward off guard, and instead of another heated kiss, all he managed was a muffled, confused sound against Adam’s hand.

This was a session that should have ended long ago. Hajin had personal plans to attend to, and even if Ward hadn’t been the one overstaying his welcome, monopolizing Hajin for too long was a surefire way to earn the resentment of his senior Espers. Hajin’s purification schedule was always packed—there was no room for unnecessary delays.

“Pull out already. Hajin needs to get going.”

Ward wanted to argue, to complain about being interrupted just because Adam was his senior, but he lacked the standing to do so. He had barely gotten his first taste, his first experience with another man—and it had been incredible. But before he could even process that, he was being kicked out, denied the chance to bask in the afterglow.

With a disgruntled expression, Ward adjusted his pants, clearly sulking as he stepped back.

Only now, as he withdrew, did he truly take in the sight before him—Hajin’s body, completely wrecked. His cock hung limp between his trembling thighs, his lower half slick and glistening from the mess they had left behind.

Damn, I really did well for my first time, Ward thought with no small amount of smugness. Hajin was utterly spent, reduced to a boneless, pliant state, proof of just how thoroughly he had been taken.

It’s a shame, but oh well.

As Ward resigned himself to the situation, he couldn’t help but acknowledge the difference in his body. The purification had definitely worked—he felt lighter, freer. A grin lingered on his face, refusing to fade as he stood there, simply watching Hajin, who lay completely spent.

“Haa… ngh…”

Hajin barely registered Ward’s gaze, too preoccupied with catching his breath, his chest rising and falling with each strained inhale.

Adam, however, noticed right away. Ward’s eyes were locked onto the mess between Hajin’s trembling legs, unable to look away.

With an amused smirk, Adam reached out and grabbed a loose end of Hajin’s wrap skirt, pulling it over his soaked inner thighs. Only then did Ward finally shift his focus, tearing his gaze away with reluctance.

“Wait in the night-duty room.”

“…Yes.”

With no other choice, Ward obeyed, though his eyes lingered on Hajin for just a moment longer before he turned to leave.

Ward’s refreshed expression was almost amusing to look at. Adam smirked, noting how his junior’s face seemed even more radiant, as if he’d been revitalized. It seemed that his suggestion about Hajin’s purification had been a damn good piece of advice.

Just a while ago, Ward had looked like he was about to collapse from a splitting headache. And now? After one round of sex with Hajin, he looked like he could run a marathon. The transformation reminded Adam of himself back in the day.

Of course, he had long since learned how to manage his needs, no longer recklessly throwing himself at Hajin the way he used to. But even without trying, he could already predict what would happen next—Ward was going to become addicted. He’d start looking for excuses to talk to Hajin, to linger around him, to get just a little more attention.

Esper or not, it’s no wonder people call us beasts, Adam mused with an amused shake of his head.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Ward, his voice steady and composed, finally excused himself. Only then did Adam pick up the tablet that had been lying around and place it into Hajin’s hand, letting out an exaggerated yawn, his mouth stretching wide and unflatteringly.

Hajin, still sprawled out, didn’t even bother fixing his thoroughly used body—his thighs still damp, his skirt still ruffled. Instead, he simply stared blankly at the screen.

Adam lazily glanced at him and let out a chuckle.

“Hajin, you’re all worn out.”

“Huh?”

“Just a few years ago, you used to lose your mind just from getting your hole licked, let alone actual sex.”

And there it was again—more of Adam’s pussy talk.

Hajin raised an eyebrow, shooting him an unimpressed look. Adam, clearly enjoying himself, simply scoffed and reached out, lazily stroking Hajin’s flushed cheek with a teasing touch.

“If you’re taking a guy’s cock, that makes it a pussy. Otherwise, what? You think that’s an assho—”

Whack!

Suddenly, Adam was no longer sitting—he was sprawled on the floor, writhing in pain.

For once, Hajin hadn’t just let it slide. Without hesitation, without warning, he had thrown a punch straight into Adam’s crotch, landing a direct, devastating hit.

Adam clutched his groin, rolling from side to side in pure agony. His body jerked, flipping left—right—back left again, his breath stolen by the sheer pain.

His face turned an alarming shade of red, his eyes welling up as he cast a betrayed, accusatory glare at Hajin.

Hajin simply snorted, utterly unmoved.

“Call it a pussy one more time, and I’ll rip your fucking dick off.”

Hajin had always hated the word pussy.

To him, it was an insult—a degrading label that reduced him to nothing more than someone who had to take a man inside him to survive. He saw it as a direct attack on his existence, a mockery of the reality he had no choice but to endure. So, of course, he had thrown his fist in righteous fury.

Hajin was no longer just some helpless victim—he was an adult with something to protect. There were people in his life who would be hurt by such words, and for their sake, even if it meant pushing his body past its limits, he would live.

“Fucking hell…”

Adam wheezed through gritted teeth, clearly feeling wronged, but all he could do was sit there and glare, still holding himself. It wasn’t remotely threatening.

Hajin snorted in amusement and pulled his disheveled wrap skirt back together, securing it despite the mess dripping between his thighs—the remnants of Ward’s release still trickling down. He didn’t care. He had more important things to do.

He gave his waist a few absentminded pats before picking up his tablet, fingers tapping the screen as he hastily prepared to leave.

“Get lost already. I need to go.”

Just as he had said earlier, today was a day with important plans after work.

Adam, still dramatically hobbling as if he were in unbearable pain, made a show of grabbing the doorknob like he was about to leave. But then, he turned back, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

“Tell Bunny I said hi.”

Hajin’s brows twitched in irritation.

“It’s Benny.”

Adam scoffed, mimicking Hajin’s earlier reaction before waving a dismissive hand and sauntering out.

Click.

The door shut, leaving the purification room momentarily silent. But before Hajin could even appreciate the brief peace, his phone rang.

“Benny.”

His voice immediately softened as he answered. At the same time, he reached for the tissues on the nearby table, lifting the hem of his loose wrap skirt just enough to wipe down his inner thighs. Most of the mess had already been absorbed, but the lingering stickiness clinging to his skin would be uncomfortable if he didn’t clean up before walking.

[Teacher, I just finished my class.]

“Ah, yeah. I’m on my way, so don’t go anywhere—wait for me at the school gate.”

[…Okay.]

Even through the phone, Benny’s disappointment was obvious. Hajin felt a pang of guilt—he shouldn’t have let Ward drag things out for so long.

Damn it, he regretted, but there was no undoing it now. He had already stolen from his own time.

After reassuring Benny one last time, Hajin quickly adjusted his clothes and rushed out. The weather wasn’t that cold, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying—what if Benny was shivering in the wind, waiting for him?

Since he had already lied about being on the way, he needed to move quickly. If only I could open a teleportation gate like the other Espers, he thought bitterly. But alas, his only ability was purification.

Still muttering complaints to himself, he hurried down to the first floor.

Just as he was about to scan his Esper watch at the exit gate, a group of people in white coats approached from the other side. They recognized him first.

“Oh, Hajin Esper!”

Hajin immediately recognized them, too, and adjusted his expression into a warm, polite smile as he stepped forward. His destination—the parking lot—was in their direction anyway.

“Hello,” he greeted.

“Are you leaving without receiving your guiding session?” one of them asked with mild concern.

“Ah, yes. I have to pick up Benny,” Hajin explained.

Among the five guides in the group, four were women. He knew them well enough from working in the same building, and since they frequently crossed paths, it was only natural to engage in a bit of small talk.

“You should still get a guiding session before you go…” one of them pressed gently.

Paul, the only man in the guide team, looked visibly disappointed at Hajin’s response. But Hajin already knew why, which only made him more inclined to maintain his distance.

In the original novel, Hajin Orion never developed deep feelings for Paul. There was no emotional attachment, no lingering sentiments—so it wasn’t hard to guess how Paul had been perceived back then.

But Kwon Hajin wasn’t Hajin Orion. He did feel a small twinge of guilt toward Paul. However, that didn’t mean he could accept his feelings.

Hajin had a clear goal—one that stood unwavering at the center of his life. And in the middle of that goal was always his child.

That was why he chose to pretend not to notice Paul’s emotions. It was kinder this way. If they could just stay as nothing more than professional colleagues, then it would hurt less for both of them.

“I’ll come by later. I promise,” Hajin said, offering only that much before swiftly leaving.

Paul let out a deep, heavy sigh as he watched Hajin’s retreating figure disappear down the hall. But even though Hajin heard it, he didn’t look back. He only quickened his pace.

His lower back ached, his ass was sore—it was uncomfortable. He absentmindedly rubbed his hip with his fist as he walked toward the parking lot.

But the thought of seeing Benny soon made it all feel a little more bearable.

I’m hopeless, Hajin thought with a smirk, shaking his head as he climbed into his car.

Tonight, he’d cook Benny’s favorite pasta, and after dinner, they’d watch an animated movie together until they fell asleep. Benny was getting older now—he had long since moved past bedtime stories and preferred to watch movies or dramas instead.

A cute little thing. Hajin always thought that about Benny.

His golden hair, silky with a slight natural wave, always felt so soft under his fingertips when he stroked it. And every time he did, Benny would beam, his smile bright and full of happiness.

Haah… is this what being a father feels like?

Hajin let out a dramatic tsk, feeling overwhelmed with his own sentimentality, and pressed harder on the accelerator.

I want to see Benny already.

When they met, he’d give him a big hug, tell him he was adorable, and shower him with endless praise. No matter how many times he said it, it never felt old.

And if he did that, Benny would smile even brighter.