PUES Chapter 0 (Part 2)

LONG CHAPTER AHEAD

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Cheeks stained with tears, the corners of his mouth drenched with precum and semen, his moist eyes were soon blurred. The pleasure swirling in his stomach and the semen flowing into him properly crushed Hajin’s sanity. Adam, with a satisfied expression, whispered into his red, flushed ears.

“Hajin.”

“Uh, ugh… no… more, more…”

Mumbling incoherently, Hajin arched his back as his trembling body instinctively began to move. Before long, his legs, once weak and faltering, pressed down for support, and he matched the rhythm of Ward’s relentless thrusts, swaying his hips on his own.

“…Suck my chest.”

The soft words, spoken in a languid, sultry tone, were barely audible but unmistakable. It was a stark contrast to his earlier resistance. The memory of his initial protests felt meaningless now, as Hajin, fully immersed in the depths of pleasure, swayed his hips enticingly, completely lost to the moment.

The sight was absurdly provocative—his earlier defiance long forgotten, replaced by the unrestrained movements of someone eagerly chasing more. The gentle sway of his raised hips was a vivid testament to how thoroughly he’d succumbed to the overwhelming sensations consuming him.

Adam met Hajin’s hazy eyes with a smile, his lips curving into an almost gentle expression. There was nothing more exhilarating than the moment someone as beautiful as Hajin, with a face contorted in pleasure, succumbed completely, drowning in the depths of their own desire.

As if granting Hajin’s unspoken wish, Adam moved his hand from caressing Hajin’s flushed cheek to firmly gripping the back of his neck.

“Nggh…!”

The sudden pressure around his throat left Hajin gasping for air, his body trembling violently in response. Instinctively, his hips tensed, causing his inner walls to clamp down tightly. The unintentional squeeze sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through Ward, drawing a low groan from him as he momentarily faltered under the intensity of it.

Hajin’s body convulsed, his breath coming out in choking gasps, as if he might pass out at any moment. Driven by the unrelenting force of those around him, his trembling form swayed violently. Ward, panting like a beast, gripped Hajin’s slim, arched waist tightly, holding him in place as he continued to thrust with ferocious intensity.

Adam, still clutching Hajin’s neck, lifted him upward. The previously prone body was pulled up, forcing Hajin to straddle Ward’s thighs, his trembling hips sinking down to fully take him in. Almost immediately, Adam’s hands moved to Hajin’s chest, roughly pinching and pulling at his erect nipples. The sharp sting jolted him, but the pain quickly dissolved into waves of pleasure that rippled through his body.

Now, all that remained was the overwhelming ecstasy. Hajin clung to it desperately, his body tightening and trembling as if unwilling to let it go. Every nerve felt alive, and his overstimulated form shuddered under the relentless onslaught of sensation, his mind completely consumed by the pleasure overtaking him.

“Ahhng—!”

As Hajin’s nipples were stimulated just as he’d wished, a sharp wave of pleasure surged through him, leaving him writhing helplessly. When Adam leaned in and bit down on one of the swollen, reddened peaks, Hajin’s stomach convulsed as if jolted by electricity. His small, trembling cock twitched uncontrollably, though nothing spilled from its tip, his body pushed to its limits.

It wasn’t common for a man to reach orgasm just from having his nipples bitten and his body pounded, but Hajin’s body was far from ordinary. Perfectly attuned to sex, he possessed an extreme sensitivity and finely tuned responses that allowed him to find unparalleled pleasure, heightened by every touch and sensation.

“Ngh…!”

Hajin shuddered violently, his body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming stimulation. Every nerve felt raw and exposed, drawing him deeper into a haze of pleasure that left him trembling and breathless.

Ward let out a suppressed groan as he bucked his hips upward with incredible force, enough to lift his lower body slightly off the surface. The sudden, powerful thrust drove Hajin further down onto his cock, causing his trembling knees to bend as his hips jerked upward to meet the movement. Each deep, upward stroke had Hajin’s body bouncing helplessly, forcing him to let out a sharp scream.

Still trapped in Adam’s grasp, with his neck firmly held and his breath constricted, Hajin was pulled tightly against Ward’s strong arms. The pressure on his abdomen heightened the sensation, and a sudden, overwhelming wave of climax surged through him. Hajin’s body tensed, his urethra releasing a sharp spurt of fluid as he reached an intense orgasm that left him gasping and motionless for a moment.

It was the peak of pleasure, a devastatingly intense moment that he knew would linger in his body and mind for a long time.

“Hah… hah…”

Hajin panted weakly, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the aftershocks of the overwhelming release still coursing through him.

“Hah…”

“…!”

The ragged breaths of Adam, Ward, and Hajin overlapped, filling the room with a thick, heavy atmosphere. Hajin, who had been trembling under the relentless onslaught of their touch, finally let his body go limp, utterly spent. His earlier orgasm, though it had overtaken him completely, refused to dissipate easily, leaving lingering waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Hajin shuddered faintly, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “Hngh…”

The aftershocks rippled through his oversensitized body, every nerve still alight, as if the intense sensations were unwilling to leave him just yet. His chest rose and fell unevenly as he lay there, thoroughly overwhelmed, completely at their mercy.

“Hngh…”

From Hajin’s reddened, stretched entrance, Ward’s release began to spill out in thick, sticky streams. Even though their bodies were tightly joined, the sheer volume forced its way out, dripping messily. It was a testament to the intensity of Ward’s climax, and the shallow, lingering thrusts that followed only prolonged the sensation, keeping Hajin’s body in a heightened state of arousal that refused to subside.

Meanwhile, Adam, who had left bite marks and hickeys all over Hajin’s flushed chest and sensitive areola, let out a low chuckle. Finally, he loosened his grip on Hajin’s neck, releasing the constriction that had left him gasping.

As the pressure on his throat disappeared, air rushed into Hajin’s lungs. His chest heaved desperately, and his rapid breathing caused his abdomen to swell slightly. The involuntary tightening and releasing of his overstimulated body made Ward’s length twitch, keeping the tension alive between them. Hajin’s trembling form, still clinging and loosening in waves, showed no signs of letting go of the sensations consuming him.

Feeling the tight squeeze around him, Ward let out a short, breathy groan of admiration, his heated palm pressing firmly against Hajin’s abdomen. The pressure against his swollen belly only heightened the sensation of the fullness still buried deep inside him, sending another wave of stimulation coursing through Hajin’s oversensitive body.

Sensing the subtle response, Ward abandoned any thoughts of rest. Instead, he resumed his relentless pace, thrusting into Hajin until his soft, reddened cheeks flattened against his hips with each impact. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room as Ward pushed both of them deeper into the haze of indulgence.

“Isn’t purification sex just… incredible?”

Adam remarked with a smirk, his voice smooth and tinged with satisfaction as he watched the scene unfold.

“Hah… hah…”

Hajin’s breath came in desperate pants, his trembling body fully at their mercy, caught in a cycle of pleasure that refused to release him.

“Ahhng! Aaah—!”

As Hajin gasped and moaned, his body trembling with pleasure while taking Ward’s cock from behind, Adam watched him with a low murmur of amusement. The sight of Hajin, wrapped in his so-called work uniform—a disheveled wrap skirt around his waist and a once-clean shirt now soaked and clinging to his skin—was utterly satisfying.

“Ugh… ah…! Purification… hah… Now I understand why purification requests are always fully booked…”

Ward managed to gasp out, his voice strained as he continued to move.

“Right? Hajin’s pussy is better than most high-end toys.”

Adam replied with a sly grin, his tone laced with both mockery and appreciation as he admired Hajin’s debauched state.

With each deep thrust, Hajin’s small, twitching cock dangled between his spread legs, releasing thin streams of fluid that dripped uncontrollably. His body quivered as he let out choked cries, soaking not just the sofa but also any clothing within reach. Yet, Adam offered no reprimand for the mess.

“Hah… hah… Hajin sunbae-nim’s pussy… it’s truly incredible.”

Ward said breathlessly, his arms wrapped tightly around Hajin’s trembling body as he continued to thrust into him.

Before Hajin could react or process Ward’s words, he felt himself being lifted. Still impaled on Ward’s cock, Hajin was carried to a small daybed nearby.

The sensation of Ward’s length shifting inside him with each step made Hajin whimper and cry out, his overstimulated body unable to handle the constant pressure. As they reached the bed, Hajin instinctively grabbed the bars of the headboard, his hips jerking slightly as his trembling legs struggled to hold him steady. His exposed, reddened cheeks twitched, his body reacting involuntarily to the relentless sensations.

Adam, who had followed closely behind, crouched down without hesitation and took Hajin’s dangling cock into his mouth. The moment Hajin felt the hot, wet warmth envelop him, a wave of pleasure surged through his body, forcing a sharp moan from his lips as his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

“Ahhk…! Hngh…!”

The dual stimulation—Ward relentlessly pounding into him from behind and Adam’s skilled mouth working on him from the front—left Hajin reeling. At first, he instinctively tried to pull away, as if overwhelmed by the intensity, but it wasn’t long before his body betrayed him. His hips began to move of their own accord, pushing his cock deeper into Adam’s mouth, seeking more of the addictive pleasure.

It was almost comical. Here he was, whining and moaning over the cocks inside and around him, his own twitching and uselessly bouncing without much purpose. And yet, even his trembling, sensitive cock—barely functional in the face of his submissive state—still managed to swell with arousal, as though it too wanted to claim its place in the debauched scene. It was absurd, and yet it fit perfectly in the twisted haze of their actions.

Adam licked the sensitive head of Hajin’s cock, his tongue tracing along the ridge before sucking lightly on the shaft, savoring every drop of the fluid leaking from him. Though Hajin’s cock barely reached the roof of his mouth, Adam made it seem intentional, teasing and milking him with precision.

Hajin, overwhelmed by the heat and wetness of Adam’s mouth, instinctively thrust his hips, rubbing himself against the inviting warmth. He let out helpless cries, his moans filled with desperation as his body trembled through repeated waves of orgasmic pleasure.

“Ahh! Ah…! So good… purification… ngh, more purification… ugh—!”

As Adam moved lower, taking Hajin’s balls into his mouth, sucking on them with just the right amount of pressure, Hajin’s pre-cum began to drip more freely, splattering onto Adam’s face. The sight of him, shuddering and leaking uncontrollably while moaning incoherently, made it clear that he was far from rational—completely lost to the pleasure consuming him.

“Hah… Hajin sunbae-nim…”

Ward muttered breathlessly from behind, his tone low and strained as he continued to thrust into Hajin’s quivering body, watching him come undone.

Ward, who had seemed like the type to only know how to thrust into a hole, suddenly moved his hands to Hajin’s chest. His palms pressed firmly against Hajin’s smooth skin, gathering the nonexistent flesh of his chest and pushing it upward. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around Hajin’s nipples before focusing on the stiff, sensitive peaks, pinching and flicking them with practiced precision. The skillful movements revealed that these hands had likely spent more time pleasuring women in the past.

Despite that, the stimulation reached Hajin perfectly. His back arched as though he might break, and he let out shameless, pleasure-filled cries that seemed designed to please Ward. The faster Ward’s fingers moved—teasing, tugging, and pinching Hajin’s nipples—the quicker Hajin’s hips began to rock, his body responding instinctively to the overwhelming sensation.

“Ah…!”

As Ward’s cock continued to drive into Hajin, he suddenly felt a blinding surge of pleasure, like an explosion in his head. Without warning, his body seized, and he released deep inside Hajin, the sudden burst of warmth filling him completely. Ward’s trembling lower body pushed Hajin’s smaller frame further upward, his climax forcing every muscle to contract as he rode out the unexpected high.

Hajin, feeling the rush of heat inside him, could only gasp and moan, his oversensitized body quivering uncontrollably as Ward’s climax sent waves of stimulation coursing through him.

Hajin, too, surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through him, his body trembling as he accepted everything flowing into him. Most of it was Ward’s release, thick and warm, but some of it was the “toxins” that Hajin had been tasked with purifying—now expelled from Ward and absorbed into himself.

The sharp, electrifying sensation that began in his lower body surged upward, spreading through his stomach and radiating out to every corner of his trembling frame. Ward, overwhelmed by the heightened pleasure coursing through him, experienced a moment of sensory overload, his vision flashing white as he froze, gasping for air while his body struggled to process the intensity of the climax.

The release seemed endless, pouring out in waves, spilling from Hajin’s oversaturated body. Meanwhile, Adam, who had been licking and teasing Hajin’s perineum, thighs, and anywhere else he could reach, watched the scene with unrestrained delight. As Hajin’s slick essence erupted like a fountain, Adam gleefully let it splatter against his skin, savoring the sight of both men succumbing to their respective peaks.

“Oh, my… another request just came in.”

Adam remarked with a smirk, glancing toward the nearby purification queue. His tone carried a mix of amusement and mischief as he observed the aftermath of their mutual exhaustion.

Forgotten by its owner and left idly blinking, the tablet eventually found its way into Adam’s hands. With a few quick taps, he fulfilled its purpose, processing whatever request had come through, and then set it aside once more without a second thought.

Meanwhile, Hajin, still reeling from his recent climax, leaned heavily against Ward, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His vision blurred, his body weak and trembling, unable to fully recover from the intensity of what had just transpired.

Though his task had technically been completed—drawing the “toxins” from Ward and absorbing them into himself—the stubborn cock buried inside him seemed unwilling to retreat. The persistent pressure left Hajin overwhelmed, his body twitching as he gasped for air, too drained to do much else.

“Honestly, Hajin, you’re just too popular for your own good.”

Adam teased with a smirk, his tone light but tinged with amusement as he glanced at Hajin’s utterly spent form. His words, though playful, carried a hint of truth, as Hajin’s allure clearly left those around him wanting more.

Adam leaned in, a deeper smile curling his lips as he captured Hajin’s mouth in a heated kiss. Their tongues, slick and warm, tangled together, rubbing and pressing with an urgency that left both of them breathless. The soft, wet sounds of the kiss filled the air, and Hajin, feeling a rush of pleasure from the intimate contact, let out a faint moan as his hips instinctively shifted.

“Ah…”

Squish…

The sensation of the length inside him suddenly sliding out sent a jolt through Hajin’s overstimulated body, intensifying his sensitivity. The emptiness that followed only heightened the lingering pleasure, and the cock that had filled him so completely left behind a sticky trail. The red, swollen folds of his entrance, stretched open and glistening, released thin streams of milky fluid that trickled down in uneven lines.

As though reluctant to let go, Hajin’s trembling entrance twitched and clenched, exposing the flushed, tender inner flesh as it continued to spasm uncontrollably. His body, still craving the fullness it had lost, pulsed with a faint, unyielding rhythm. When Hajin weakly bore down, small beads of white fluid oozed out, dripping onto his already dampened thighs and making his thoroughly used, flushed backside look even more enticing.

Hajin, thoroughly spent from the relentless torment, collapsed onto the surface beneath him, his body trembling as he struggled to catch his breath. The only part of him still raised was his reddened, glistening hips, trembling faintly with exhaustion. Ward, standing nearby, watched him intently, his eyes fixed on the flushed, twitching form. His cock, still semi-hard and slick with the aftermath, twitched slightly in his hand as he stroked it lazily.

The memory of Hajin’s tight, clenching walls resurfaced, causing Ward’s sensitivity to spike as he ran his hand along his length. The wet, sticky sounds grew louder with each movement, sending small jolts of pleasure up his spine. Meanwhile, Adam, just as affected, had begun doing the same, his hand rhythmically sliding along his shaft as his gaze lingered on Hajin’s limp, vulnerable body. Both men seemed unable to fully come down from the high, their heavy breaths and glazed eyes betraying their lingering arousal.

“Ugh… ngh…”

Hajin, too, tried to regain control of his body, attempting to close his legs. However, the soreness spreading through his thighs and hips made even the smallest movements difficult. Every attempt to gather himself was thwarted by the lewd, teasing sounds of the two men behind him—wet, rhythmic strokes and low, guttural groans filling the air and tickling his ears, keeping his senses hazy and his mind unfocused.

Hajin’s gaze drifted downward, drawn irresistibly to the cocks twitching before him, their owners still flushed with lingering arousal. His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, his eyes betraying a hunger that seemed almost pitiful—a yearning to take them back inside, to feel them filling him once more.

“Hah… I’ve never seen a Purification Esper who loves sex this much. Hajin, you’re a natural. Don’t you think so?”

Adam’s teasing tone dripped with mockery, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

“Yes, it’s an honor to be able to embrace you, sunbae-nim.”

Ward replied, his tone polite but sincere, as he cast an appreciative glance at Hajin’s trembling form.

Their words, a mix of sarcasm and praise, fell heavily on Hajin, who weakly pushed himself away from their hold. His legs, shaking uncontrollably, barely managed to support him as he reached down, his fingers brushing lightly against the sore, swollen entrance between his thighs. He winced, letting out a faint whimper as he touched the tender flesh, but there was something else—an emptiness that left him unsatisfied, no matter how exhausted his body was.

Tears mixed with sweat and other fluids streaked his flushed cheeks, his dazed eyes shimmering as he staggered forward, unsteady but driven. As if unable to resist the lingering ache inside him, Hajin reached back, his trembling fingers hesitantly exploring his stretched hole. His voice hitched as he let out a soft gasp, his body trembling under the weight of his conflicted desires.

“Sunbae-nim.”

The soft, melodic voice and a faint, alluring scent drew Hajin in, pulling him from the haze that clouded his senses. Completely drained from enduring the relentless attention of the two men, Hajin stumbled, his legs barely holding him up as he collapsed into the arms of another.

Adam is in front, so… Ward? The thought flickered briefly through Hajin’s muddled mind, but the warmth and scent that enveloped him felt unfamiliar, though strangely comforting. His confusion deepened as a sudden pressure slid between his sore, sensitive cheeks, parting him once more.

“Ah!”

The sound of tearing fabric cut through the air, slow and deliberate, like something out of a dream. Hajin’s carefully stitched clothing gave way, ripping apart with a crisp tuduk as if time itself had slowed. His wrap skirt, once clinging suggestively to his body and adding to the sultry atmosphere, now lay in shreds on the floor, reduced to nothing more than scraps of fabric.

Adam let out a short whistle, amused, his sharp eyes fixed on Hajin’s thoroughly debauched form, glistening and soaked in a mixture of fluids. Nearby, Ward, who had been pleasuring himself as he watched, seemed entranced. His eyes glazed over as if drawn in by an unseen force, and he moved closer, his lips brushing against Hajin’s as a faint, breathy sound escaped him—a mix of a moan and a sigh—as though he couldn’t resist tasting him again.

“Ah, ah! Nngh…!”

Hajin’s thoroughly used hole, which had alternated between taking Adam and Ward just moments ago, twitched as though anticipating something new. Despite his body’s exhaustion, his entrance clenched and released instinctively, leaking sticky streams of their combined fluids in a shameless display. The slick mixture dripped between his plush cheeks, making his already debauched state even more obscene.

Sliding between his legs was yet another cock—different from before. It pulsed with a lively rhythm, the thick, firm flesh radiating heat as it pressed against him. Each time the swollen head brushed against Hajin’s swollen, overstimulated entrance, his hips jerked involuntarily, his body trembling as though begging to be filled again.

Hajin, too drained to even maintain an erection of his own, had no choice but to surrender. Trapped in the firm embrace of a strong chest, he could only accept the intimate intrusion that felt more like an insistent claiming than sex. His limp cock dangled uselessly, swaying with the motions, until it rubbed against the invading shaft, their tips meeting briefly. The unexpected friction sent a new spark of pleasure through Hajin, eliciting a weak moan as his body arched reflexively at the sensation.

“Ah? Hahk…! Aahng! Ah—!”

Hajin’s higher-pitched cries filled the room, the sound more delicate and desperate than before. But was “room” really the right word to describe this space? The so-called Purification Room, designated exclusively for Purification Espers, wasn’t just a room—it was a purpose-built space, equipped with furniture and tools designed solely to facilitate the process. A perfect balance between a workspace and a sanctuary for the unique method of cleansing toxins.

For Espers, “purification” was essential. And while most Espers relied on Guides for stability, Purification Espers worked differently. They needed to purify each other—through sex, an unusual but highly effective method of expelling the toxins that built up in their bodies.

“Sunbae-nim…”

A new sensation suddenly pulled Hajin’s focus. A warm, wet tongue trailed along the delicate curve of his ear, not stopping there but teasing its way inside. The pointed tip of the tongue explored his ear canal, sending shivers down his spine as the wet, sticky sound of the intrusion filled his senses. Each breath from the man behind him, hot and deliberate, turned the strange act into a thrilling source of stimulation that left Hajin trembling.

“Benny Curtis.”

The name rolled off Hajin’s lips, almost involuntarily, as his quivering body responded to the intimate, overwhelming touches. Benny’s distinct presence—a mix of dominance and refined control—seemed to envelop him entirely, leaving Hajin no room to resist.

Ward’s low voice broke through the thick air, calling out the name of the man who had now claimed Hajin from behind. “Benny Curtis,” he said, and the moment that name reached Hajin’s ears, a sharp, tingling sensation coursed through his lower abdomen, sending an inexplicable wave of pleasure through his body. Unable to handle the intense stimulation, Hajin’s overstimulated entrance twitched uncontrollably, his body writhing as though searching for something to fill the emptiness.

Perhaps that movement was what displeased Benny. Just as he was about to push in, the tight, clenched entrance resisted him, causing him to let out a languid sigh, his frustration evident in the way his jaw tensed.

“Ahh, no…!”

Without warning, Benny’s strong arms moved with startling precision. One powerful arm slid beneath Hajin’s knees, and with effortless strength, Benny lifted him completely off the ground, exposing his trembling body. The position left Hajin dangling precariously, his thighs spread wide, and his exposed groin left completely vulnerable. It was a sight so humiliating that it resembled someone forced into submission, about to relieve themselves while hanging helplessly.

Hajin whimpered, his body trembling in both shame and the maddening arousal that only seemed to grow stronger under Benny’s firm control. The sheer dominance Benny exuded left him with no choice but to surrender, his mind spinning as the overwhelming sensations continued to build.

The sunlight streaming in through the windows illuminated Hajin’s body, highlighting every mark and blemish that adorned his flushed skin. The deep red bite marks, playful hickeys, and handprints left behind by rough grips painted a lewd picture on his sweat-slicked, glistening form. The way the light hit him only emphasized the debauched state of his body, making him look even more sinful.

“Hngh… no, please… don’t…”

Hajin whimpered, struggling weakly against the man carrying him with such ease. He tried to resist, squirming in his grasp, but with his arms and legs pinned securely, all he could manage were futile movements and pitiful cries that sounded more like a tantrum than genuine defiance.

Soon, Hajin found himself pressed against Benny’s firm chest, the man holding him as if he were weightless. Benny’s movements brought them to a large mirror, where Hajin was forced to see his own reflection. What greeted him was a shocking sight: his own body, glistening with obscene fluids, marred with evidence of the men who had claimed him. His face, flushed and damp, looked like someone who had been utterly consumed by pleasure and intoxicated by sex.

The man in the mirror looked nothing like the composed Esper he once thought himself to be. Instead, he was a vision of debauchery, trembling as Benny’s movements against him continued, his mind drowning in the overwhelming sensations that refused to let him escape.

Benny leisurely admired Hajin’s reflection in the mirror, seemingly satisfied with what he saw. Both of them were stripped bare, and Hajin’s body, soaked in the remnants of the two men who had used him before, glistened under the light.

Between Hajin’s spread legs, Benny’s length, thick and rigid, pressed against the folds of his entrance, brushing along the perineum and lightly tapping the sensitive area beneath his sac.

Deeply flushed a dark crimson, Benny’s cock stood in stark contrast to Hajin’s smaller, more delicate one, both in size and length. The difference was undeniable, yet the two rubbed together briefly, highlighting their disparity.

“Sunbae-nim, you look so vulgar and obscene.”

Benny remarked, his tone calm yet laced with teasing mockery.

The man who now stood behind Hajin wasn’t Adam or Ward.