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Siwoo was sitting in the corner of the second-floor corridor of the dormitory. He had his legs inserted between the gaps of the railing, swinging them lightly. While monitoring the lower floor.
Whiiiir―. Clatter. Clatter clatter.
He rested his face on the railing, perking up his ears to the gradually diminishing noise from the living room. It was the sound of the regular dormitory caretaker cleaning the house. Siwoo had gone up to the second floor after the caretaker arrived and hadn’t come down since.
Finally, as he heard the sound of cleaning tools being put away, he peeked his head out but quickly straightened back up. He even held his breath to avoid making eye contact with the caretaker coming out of the storage room.
“I’ll be going now.”
She quickly finished cleaning and left the dormitory. She didn’t bother trying to greet the shy guide.
Only then did Siwoo let out a sigh of relief and continued swinging his feet with a comfortable expression. Although he disliked strangers coming to the dormitory, he did appreciate how clean it became after she left. Today he was even more satisfied because she had fully stocked the refrigerator with food.
He thought about going downstairs now but decided to stay a bit longer. He liked this spot where he could clearly see the entire living room. As he was idly passing time, he suddenly rubbed his waist.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
He had thought he’d suffer for a few days. Surprisingly, the muscle pain had completely disappeared in just a day. Maybe it was thanks to Kang Geonho’s massage. His stamina had recovered quickly even though a lot of guiding had been drained.
Siwoo marveled at his perfectly fine body and habitually put his hand in his pocket. It had become a habit to touch the acorn in his pocket when his hands were idle. Even when lost in thought like now, he naturally rolled the acorn in his hand.
[Hah!]
At that moment, a flesh-colored scene abruptly intruded into Siwoo’s blank mind. Startled, Siwoo quickly shook his head, trying to chase away the memory.
“Am I going crazy?”
However, the erotic scene that appeared without permission led to tactile sensations. He ended up recalling Kang Geonho’s muscular body drenched in sweat, followed by the feeling of kissing Yoo Jihan.
“Get a grip!”
Siwoo banged his head against the railing and shook it vigorously. But it didn’t have much effect.
[Does it hurt?]
The tail of his now lecherous thoughts finally led to Kang Taebeom. Siwoo took a sharp breath and banged his head against the railing even harder. ‘Bang! Bang!’ Only when his forehead started to ache did his mind calm down a bit.
“I must have caught Kang Geonho’s pervertedness. That’s for sure.”
He blamed Geonho, saying that his energy from repeatedly ejaculating and getting hard again had rubbed off on him. That pervert who would get hard again without even taking a break after gushing out semen. Siwoo clicked his tongue, forgetting that he had gotten excited along with Geonho.
[You let the other hyungs do it, didn’t you?]
Then finally, the youngest’s voice hit his ear and fled. This one couldn’t just be ignored and passed over.
“Damn…”
He suddenly became anxious that the youngest and Yoo Jihan might ask to do it with them too. He could flatly refuse Yoo Jihan, but it was oddly difficult to push away the youngest. He couldn’t coldly reject him because he was young and somewhat innocent.
“But I can’t do it with everyone.”
He frowned and muttered with a serious face. He also became curious about how other dedicated guides handled it. Surely they don’t sleep with all their espers? And kiss casually anytime?
He thought that if circumstances were unavoidable, it could happen. In case an esper was in danger, mucosal guiding had to be done several times a day.
But Siwoo had sex with Geonho even though his wavelength wasn’t dangerous. He even slept stuck to him until the next day, completely naked. Like lovers.
“What was that…”
He pulled at both his cheeks, crumpling his confused expression. It was true that he did it of his own will, but it was only because he was curious about Kang Geonho’s true form. His wavelength needed to be sufficiently stabilized for him to transform easily into his true form.
Then what if Yoo Jihan, who isn’t a beastkin, asked to do it? Would he really refuse flatly then? Because he’s not a beastkin? Isn’t that discrimination?
It was while Siwoo was tearing at his complicated thoughts.
“Guide, where are you?”
Seeing Jihan who suddenly appeared in the living room via teleportation, Siwoo unconsciously hid. He felt reluctant to meet him, having just been thinking about him.
Just go away. Please.
Siwoo’s wish crumbled the moment his eyes met directly with Jihan, who had turned his head. Jihan paused, seeing Siwoo curled up behind the railing with wide gaps. Wondering if he was really trying to hide, he tilted his head but went upstairs anyway.
“Let’s play hide-and-seek later.”
“What? Don’t come! Go away!”
He yelled angrily, asking who told him to come, but it didn’t work. Jihan blocked Siwoo’s path as he tried to run away. This guy hasn’t tasted my fist enough yet, huh.
“Want to get hit?!”
“Where did you put your phone?”
Siwoo, who was about to get angry, furrowed his brow and asked why he was asking about that. Seeing his bright grin, it seemed like he was up to some annoying prank again.
“You still don’t know anything?”
“What don’t I know! I know everything!”
He raised his voice unnecessarily and ran towards the stairs, avoiding Jihan. He disliked it even more that Jihan had appeared just when he was ruminating on erotic scenes. He was thinking of running away to his room and locking the door, but…
“Guide Han Siwoo.”
Jihan teleported again in front of Siwoo, who had quickly descended to the middle of the stairs. Then, with a sleazy smile, he knelt down on one knee.
It was clearly a posture of playing a prank, but his expression was strangely serious. Because of that, Siwoo couldn’t push Jihan away.
“Make me one promise.”
He sat in a posture as if proposing and abruptly demanded a promise. Does he have something to ask? Siwoo imagined hitting Jihan’s incomprehensible head and lowered his eyes.
“No matter how successful you become, don’t abandon us.”
“What?”
“Even if you become famous, you can’t abandon us.”
What on earth is he talking about?
“Are you drunk?”
Just as Siwoo was starting to worry about Jihan’s increasing nonsense, Jihan’s doppelganger appeared and handed Siwoo his phone. He had left it in his room and completely forgotten about it. He hadn’t thought to check his phone since all the people he might contact were busy.
“I’m perfectly sober. But I am a bit excited.”
The word ‘excited’ inexplicably stung Siwoo, who flinched and snatched his phone. Just then, a call came in. However, before he could check the caller, Jihan grabbed his wrist.
Jihan gently pressed down on Siwoo’s hand holding the phone. His expression was full of things to say, so Siwoo silently watched him.
“Promise me. Okay? I’ll do better.”
Sincerity filled his soft brown eyes. It didn’t seem like he was playing a prank. Yoo Jihan was speaking with genuine feelings.
“We’ll do whatever you want to do. We’ll let you do everything.”
When he’s going that far, why refuse?
Siwoo didn’t shake off Jihan’s hand and just turned his head sharply. Then he nodded up and down.
Even without making a promise, he had no intention of leaving the Baekya Guild. He had already gotten used to the dormitory and become comfortable with the guys. Honestly, he was convinced that there were no espers in the world who treated him as well as these guys did.
“That’s a promise.”
Jihan, who let go of Siwoo’s hand, stood up and met his eyes. A bit flustered by that persistent gaze, Siwoo almost unconsciously responded with a “Yeah.” Before the sound could come out, he firmly closed his mouth and shoved the annoying Jihan away.
“The call got cut off because of you.”
He grumbled as he checked the caller. It was a call from the Guide Team Leader. Besides that, there were three missed calls from unsaved numbers. Who could it be? As he was tilting his head looking at his phone, a loud noise came from the entrance.
Geonho burst through the front door as if he was going to tear it off. He appeared before their eyes almost simultaneously with the sound of the door opening.
Goodness. Could this guy teleport too? He came so fast that it seemed like he had used an ability.
“W-What is it?”
Geonho was out of breath as if he had run from far away. He had rushed here so quickly, but he just stared at Siwoo without saying anything.
“What’s wrong?”
Siwoo looked back and forth between Jihan and Geonho, who had suddenly appeared, waiting for them to state their business. Somehow, he felt it might be related to the missed calls accumulated on his phone.
“What’s going on? Is it serious?”
Just as Jihan was about to answer, Geonho used his telekinesis to cover his mouth. He must have used considerable force, as Jihan couldn’t undo the telekinesis and could only laugh emptily. And at that moment, one more guy joined them.
“Where’s the guide?”
Seojun, who had just emerged from the entrance hallway, let out a long breath as he saw the group gathered on the stairs. His breathing was rough too. Did he have a running competition with Kang Geonho?
“Hey, say something. What is it!”
Siwoo grabbed Geonho’s collar and shook him, as he had now used his telekinesis to cover Seojun’s mouth too. He couldn’t understand why they were all making such a fuss, coming here like this. He glared at Geonho, ready to hit him if it turned out to be nothing after hearing it.
“They say you’re the same as me.”
Then Geonho wrapped Siwoo’s pale hand and grinned.
“We’re the same now.”
Speechless at Geonho’s bright smile, Siwoo turned his gaze to Jihan and Seojun. Despite having their mouths covered by telekinesis, they were both standing there stupidly, just looking at Siwoo.
“Guide Han Siwoo! Where are you?!”
The secretary, marking the peak of the commotion, joined the group on the stairs. Although he had started at the same time, he arrived last, panting the hardest as he collapsed on the floor. Having been away from fieldwork for a long time, he couldn’t keep up with Geonho and Seojun’s speed.
The secretary, unable to speak due to catching his breath, wasn’t silenced by Geonho. By this point, Siwoo’s sharp intuition was starting to kick in. He deliberately avoided asking the secretary and looked at his own phone.
No way. It can’t be.
Ignoring his pounding heart on the left side of his chest, he checked his messages. Below the Team Leader’s message asking him to call back when he sees it, there was a contact from the Guide Rank Assessment Department. Seeing this, Siwoo’s heart started to beat even faster.
“Guide! Don’t be surprised and listen!”
Just as his hesitant fingertips were about to press the message window, the secretary beat him to it. It was the moment Siwoo’s prediction came true.
“You’ve been assessed as SS-rank!”
Geonho, annoyed at having his chance to tell taken away, smiled irritatedly and flung the secretary far away. Even as he tumbled onto the sofa, the secretary shouted at the top of his lungs that Siwoo was the first SS-rank guide in Asia.
Siwoo’s jaw dropped like a dislocated chin, and soon his legs gave out. As he lost his balance, large hands came to grab his body. Geonho, Jihan, and even Seojun all moved at once.
The only one not present was Kang Taebeom. Just that one person.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
