When he opened my eyes, he was rich.
…If only.
“Ugh…”
With a groan, Eun-jo blinked awake. What was supposed to be a quick act—just pretending to faint—had turned into real sleep. Jin Mu-seong’s arms had been so steady, so comfortable, he must’ve actually dozed off.
Where am I now?
Another unfamiliar ceiling. It was too spacious to be his usual Guiding Room, and it didn’t resemble Jung Tae-seok’s dorm or his own either.
A transparent glass door separated the bedroom from the living room. Beyond it, he could see a stylish wooden table and two chairs, one on each side. Everything matched—the wood-toned chairs, a single-seat sofa. The space had a certain flair to it, reflecting its owner’s personality.
“Done taking it all in?”
Startled, Eun-jo tilted his head back. Jin Mu-seong was right behind him, one arm casually supporting his bare shoulders.
“Huh? Wh-what—”
“My name isn’t ‘Huh,’ you know.”
Mu-seong smiled, eyes curving as he watched Eun-jo’s flustered expression.
“I told you. It’s Jin Mu-seong.”
What the hell?
Eun-jo bolted out of Mu-seong’s arms and scrambled to check himself over. Aside from the blood splattered on his shirt, there were no signs he’d been touched.
He might’ve had his first fellatio stolen in a daze, but he wasn’t about to hand over the rest of his body without a fight.
Relieved, he let out a shaky breath. Mu-seong, now resting his chin on one hand, looked over at him.
“You’re showing it way too much. If you’re that happy, I might get jealous.”
“Why are you here?”
Eun-jo shot back, brushing off the teasing without missing a beat.
“Where is this? Did you use your ability again?”
“This is Team B’s office. And no, I didn’t use my ability.”
“……”
“Everything else is sorted. The Center Director is combing through your bank account, so don’t worry.”
“……”
“We’ll recover the money Kim Min-jae stole too.”
Still met with a look of distrust, Jin Mu-seong rose from the bed.
Eun-jo’s gaze automatically followed him as he picked up a black knit sweater and slipped it on. No matter how many times he looked, the man was huge. He’d seen his fair share of brawny Espers around here, but this one was on another level entirely. If there was ever a textbook definition of “built like a beast,” it was him.
Even the simple act of pulling on a sweater made the muscles in his back shift like rolling waves. His lats stretched wide beneath the fabric, and the rhomboids beneath his shoulders gave his form a dense, powerful frame. Not even the trainers at the center were built like this.
Eun-jo found his eyes drifting to the thick ridges along his sides—just as solid and sculpted as his back—and before he realized it, he swallowed hard.
Not missing the look, Mu-seong let out a quiet laugh.
“What? Want me to take it off again?”
“…No. Just tell me why you’re here.”
After a beat of hesitation, Mu-seong laughed even louder. He slid open the glass door and strolled into the kitchenette like he had all the time in the world.
“Sit wherever you want.”
Eun-jo didn’t want to listen to him, but sitting awkwardly on a stranger’s bed wasn’t exactly appealing either. He stepped into the living room, eyed the various chairs, then finally settled into the one in the center. Unlike the others, this one was plain—no designs, no frills. Just a simple wooden chair.
Instead of tea or snacks, Mu-seong returned holding a first-aid kit. When he saw where Eun-jo had chosen to sit, a faint smile tugged at his lips. Eun-jo scowled immediately.
“This is your chair, isn’t it?”
“Nope.”
The moment Eun-jo tried to get up, Mu-seong’s voice came low and warning.
“If you move, I’ll just make that your seat permanently.”
“Ugh, fuck off.”
“So sit still and behave.”
Something about being around this guy always left Eun-jo feeling like he was being pulled along by the tide.
Mu-seong took the seat beside him and tugged Eun-jo’s chair closer until they were practically face to face.
Like a pissed-off hamster, Eun-jo sat stiffly, lips twitching like he’d bite if Mu-seong so much as touched him. It made the corner of Mu-seong’s mouth twitch with another smirk.
“You play nice with everyone else. Why act like this with me?”
“If it bothers you that much, go be younger and prettier like Jung Tae-seok.”
That snapped the memory into place. Tae-seok’s face when he saw Eun-jo coughing up blood—completely stricken, like he might faint himself.
But now that he thought about it, Tae-seok was nowhere to be seen. No way he’d just sit back and let Eun-jo get dragged off to Team B’s office. The Tae-seok he knew would’ve thrown himself at Mu-seong’s leg before allowing that.
“Where’s Tae-seok? He didn’t come with you?”
“Don’t know about the young and pretty guy.”
“Oh, come on—”
“Not ‘come on.’ Try ‘baby.’”
Mu-seong calmly corrected him without missing a beat as he popped open the first-aid kit. Pulling out a tube of ointment, he answered casually,
“He left you with me. Said you wouldn’t need to Guide for a while.”
“He said that? That I wouldn’t need to Guide?”
“Yep.”
That didn’t make any damn sense. This was the same guy who’d been rabidly possessive, throwing fits at the idea of another Guide even breathing near him. And now he was saying Eun-jo didn’t need to do it?
“Honestly, I’d believe you turning into a string bean before I’d buy that…”
The video footage must’ve really been something. Tae-seok had never shown concern for him before—not even once. Seeing him beg to Guide, crying like a child, must’ve hit harder than anything else could’ve.
Lost in thought, Eun-jo barely noticed the large hand tilting his chin.
Mu-seong turned his face and tapped his lower lip with a gentle flick.
“Open up.”
Eun-jo scowled, just about to snap back—when Mu-seong’s ointment-covered finger slipped right into his mouth.
“Mmph…!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, the finger pushed in deeper, pressing right against the tender inner tissue—exactly where he’d bitten himself earlier while faking that dramatic blood-vomiting scene.
How the hell did he know I bit that spot?
There was no way anyone could tell from the outside. It wasn’t visible at all. And with how little Jin Mu-seong had been mentioned in the original story, Eun-jo had no way of reading the guy—no hint at what he was thinking, what he knew.
“Ngh…!”
When the fingertip brushed against the raw wound, a gasp slipped out of Eun-jo’s mouth before he could stop it. He parted his lips, panting—and Mu-seong’s eyes gleamed with something sharp.
“Oh? Into pain now?”
“Ugh… nn…”
Mu-seong kept pressing in, slow but unrelenting, working his finger deeper. It wasn’t just probing—it was deliberate. Like he was thrusting something of his own inside. Saliva slicked his movements, trailing down Eun-jo’s chin.
Then came a second finger.
With two inside, his mouth was almost completely full. Every push and pull came with an obscene wet noise. Eun-jo’s lashes trembled, the corners of his eyes reddening with every motion.
“Hnngh… mmph… nngh…!”
His lips stretched around the fingers as they plunged in and out. Before long, he started tightening around them instinctively—then sucking. Drawing them in.
Mu-seong’s eyes narrowed, darkened.
“Getting better at sucking, aren’t you?”
“Mm… mgh… hff…”
“Fuck. Even your upper hole’s tight as hell…”
Even just mouth-fucking him like this felt too damn good. He couldn’t begin to imagine how it’d feel to bury himself in the real thing. Watching Eun-jo’s lips work obediently around his fingers, Mu-seong tugged him in by the waist.
Eun-jo didn’t resist. He slid down off the edge of the chair, legs parting naturally as he straddled Mu-seong’s thigh. He looked up at him with that same submissive expression, taking those fingers even deeper into his throat.
“Nngh…”
Just then, a soft thud—Eun-jo nudged one foot forward, bumping the leg of the chair. As he shifted his weight, the whole thing tilted and toppled backward.
“Shit—!”
Before they could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around him. Mu-seong caught him, pulling him in close. Not a scratch on him. Now sitting upright on top of Mu-seong, Eun-jo straightened his back, eyes gleaming coldly.
“Letting someone do whatever they want to me? Not really my style.”
He looked down at Mu-seong from above—arrogant, commanding. The kind of gaze only someone in complete control could pull off.
Only then did Mu-seong realize what had happened. The bastard had tipped the chair on purpose.
“So now you’re trying to ride me, huh?”
“As if.”
Eun-jo scoffed, grinding his hips downward. His weight pressed into Mu-seong’s cock, drawing a twitch of his brow.
Jin Mu-seong wasn’t like the others. He was barely mentioned in the source material—meaning there was next to no information about him. Worse, he was unreadable. Acting weak around someone like that wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t fall for it.
His ability? Unknown.
His personality? Unclear.
His kinks? Total mystery.
S-rank ability, yet he’s hiding it. Who knows why.
Trying to turn someone like this into an enemy would be a mistake. It was smarter to bring him to his side.
Besides—
Can’t I just get this guy to form an Imprint too?
It hadn’t been reported to the Center, but Jin Mu-seong was clearly an S-rank Esper. He needed Imprints from four S-ranks— That made this man essential.
Locking eyes with him, Eun-jo spoke firmly.
“Let’s make a deal.”
“…A deal?”
Mu-seong’s voice dropped, his grip tightening slightly on Eun-jo’s waist, a spark of intrigue lighting in his eyes.
“Don’t you need something to trade for a deal to work?”
An S-rank Esper with a hidden power and the title of Team Leader. The only thing he lacked was a conscience.
A deal, huh?
For the first time, a hint of excitement flickered across his face. Ever since Yeo Eun-jo barged into his life, not a single day had been dull. Yesterday, he’d faked a time-stop and Eun-jo had sucked him off. Today, Eun-jo had fed another Guide to the wolves.
As he traced his fingers along Eun-jo’s waist, Mu-seong prompted, and Eun-jo answered.
