“…Kang Biso-ssi? Why are we Guiding in this position?”
Kang Biso looked down at me with a slight smile tugging at his lips. It looked like the usual smile he wore, but maybe because of the way he was positioned, it felt… different this time.
“What’s wrong with it? It’s comfortable, isn’t it?”
Comfortable? How in the world was this comfortable? If anything, it just made the atmosphere weirdly charged.
And I had no intention of doing Guiding in this kind of tension-filled setup.
“Still, this just isn’t…”
“Can’t you just start already? Please? I’m really at my limit…”
The moment I opened my mouth, Kang Biso cut me off with a sorrowful look, eyes lowered as if pleading. I wanted to tell him to move again, but the desperate look in his eyes shut me up. In the end, I let out a sigh and gave in with a nod.
“…Alright. Fine.”
I lost. There was no winning this one. Saying more would just waste my breath.
It wasn’t like words were going to make him back off, anyway. And I couldn’t exactly manhandle someone who looked this unwell. I’d just have to go with it for now.
If this atmosphere crossed a line, I’d put a stop to it then.
I didn’t hesitate any longer. Just as I was about to reach out to begin the Guiding, I froze.
I had to touch him to start, but… where exactly was I supposed to put my hands? I paused, unsure. I didn’t want to touch his body, but holding his hands didn’t feel quite right either, given the awkward posture.
I glanced around, trying to figure it out, and surprisingly, Kang Biso, who had been impatient just moments ago, was now quietly waiting. That unexpected patience only made me feel more rushed. And his intense, almost predatory gaze locked on me wasn’t helping.
After a moment of thought, I carefully reached out and placed both hands on his cheeks.
“……!”
Kang Biso’s eyes widened slightly.
His cheeks felt rough, probably from not having received any proper Guiding lately. Seriously, he should’ve been keeping up with it.
I felt a twinge of pity but held back any emotion and spoke calmly.
“Initiating Guiding.”
The moment energy flowed from my hands into him, the unstable force inside Kang Biso surged and rushed toward me like a wave.
It was almost unbelievable that he’d pushed his abilities this far. At this level, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he’d already gone into rampage.
No wonder he’d been clinging to me more than usual—he’d been that desperate for Guiding.
…He’s draining me like a sponge.
I focused all my senses and tried to Guide him more intensely than usual. I’d meant to keep it moderate, like I always did, but that wasn’t going to cut it. His energy was still raging wildly. The fact that he’d held out until now was impressive on its own. Wasn’t he practically on the verge of a rampage?
“Hngh…”
As soon as the Guiding began, Kang Biso let out a low moan, eyes fluttering half-shut, and started rubbing his face against my palms like a cat.
I was startled by the unexpected gesture, and watching him cling to me like that sent a strange, sticky sensation crawling up from deep inside me—an intense desire that caught me completely off guard.
A craving to Guide this Esper.
It reminded me of how I’d felt when Guiding Kim Seong-gyeong. This urge didn’t come from emotion—it was raw instinct, wild and unrelenting. I didn’t want to give in, but resisting was easier said than done. I bit down on my lower lip.
“It… feels so good. Haa… More… give me more…”
“Haa…”
Kang Biso’s ragged breaths heated up the room. He took one of my hands still pressed to his cheek and started kissing it over and over, not caring where his lips landed. The warmth of his breath and the feel of his lips made it feel like my hand was about to melt.
“Please… a little more, yeah?”
“W-Wait…!”
I snapped back to my senses, only to realize Kang Biso’s face was now right in front of mine, eyes lowered, completely consumed by the Guiding.
Sweat-dampened hair clung to his bronzed skin, and his deep-set eyes shimmered with a hunger that seemed to reach into the depths—eyes that made it painfully clear just how much he wanted me.
I couldn’t think straight. My head was screaming at me to finish the Guiding and get away, but my instincts were urging me to give in and enjoy the moment.
Smooch.
While I wavered between reason and impulse, Kang Biso slowly leaned in. Our lips brushed together and pulled apart just as quickly.
It was so brief it felt almost unsatisfying.
Apparently, he felt the same. He reached out, gently touched my cheek, and kissed me again.
Smooch.
Smooch smooch.
His lips kept brushing against mine, quick and fleeting. It was irritating. If you’re going to kiss me, at least do it properly. His teasing drove me nuts, and I finally gave his shoulder a light push.
“Haa…”
Despite the gentle shove, Kang Biso backed off easily, eyes still filled with longing as he exhaled. His hot breath grazed my face. Maybe it was just because it was his, but the moist heat only seemed to fuel my arousal even more.
“…You didn’t like it?”
“…Keep going…”
“Yes?”
“If you’re gonna do it… then do it right.”
I mumbled under my breath, avoiding Kang Biso’s gaze. If I hadn’t wanted it, I would’ve socked him the moment he leaned in. No hesitation.
His eyes widened briefly—he must’ve heard me—but then, as the meaning sank in, a soft smile bloomed across his face.
His eyes glowed with affection, lips curving gently, and deep dimples formed on either side of his cheeks. His lips—red, plump, and impossibly soft-looking—drew my gaze like a magnet. It was, without a doubt, the most charming smile I’d ever seen on him.
I was so spellbound, I didn’t even realize I was staring until he spoke.
“Then, I won’t hold back…”
“Mmph—!”
Before I could brace myself, Kang Biso’s lips crashed into mine, and his tongue slipped between them like he’d been waiting for permission.
“Nngh!”
He started by grazing my teeth, then deepened the kiss with no restraint. He sucked hard on my tongue, bit down, explored the roof of my mouth and the very back with relentless hunger.
Our breath turned ragged. The room disappeared—there was only me, him, and the burning heat between us, fueled by the intense flow of Guiding that never once slowed down.
Our legs tangled. Our bodies pressed together, closer, tighter. Every point of contact ignited something in me, like my blood was rushing to meet his.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel him even closer. This rough, devouring kiss wasn’t enough—I needed more.
But the surge of emotion hit too fast, too hard. I panicked. I broke the kiss, shoved him back.
“Ngh—th-that’s enough!”
Kang Biso leaned back slightly, still seated, his eyes dazed and filled with desire. His lips were wet, glossy with spit. As he moved, I saw the shift in his body—he was about to lean in again.
The sight jolted me fully awake.
I scrambled upright, backing away as fast as I could. My voice trembled from the mix of tension and leftover heat.
“I-I think you’ve calmed down now, so… I-I should go…”
“Already? But we’re just getting started… Can’t you stay a little longer?”
His voice was low, almost pleading as he stepped toward me—and that’s when I saw it.
Between his legs, something prominent was straining against his pants, demanding attention.
My mind went blank.
With a loud shove, I pushed him away and bolted up from the bed.
No more. I had to get out of here. Right now.
If I stayed any longer, I was going to cross a line I couldn’t uncross.
“…I-I’m leaving now.”
Embarrassment and instinct kicked in at the same time. I didn’t even look back—I turned and fled out the door.
Once I was outside the motel, I finally allowed myself to glance back.
He wasn’t following me. Thank God.
I slipped through a side alley, flagged down a taxi, and gave the driver the name of the hotel I was staying at.
What the hell was I doing?
I’d let the moment sweep me up and ended up doing something completely out of character.
Why did I go that far?
Was it because it had been so long since a Guiding pushed me like that? Or was it the motel’s atmosphere? Or maybe… it was the way Kang Biso looked at me—those deep, shadowed eyes full of desire.
I didn’t know.
All I knew for sure was that this wasn’t like me. The real me wouldn’t have kissed Kang Biso. Wouldn’t have asked him to do it properly.
…Breathe. Calm down. Calm down, Hwang Dae-heon.
I tried to slow my breathing. To ground myself.
But nothing worked.
All I could see in my head was Kang Biso’s smile. That kiss. The heat. The taste.
***
Back in the motel, Kang Biso stood alone, fists clenched so tight they were white, eyes fixed on the door Seol-bin had run through.
He could’ve gone further. Just a little more.
“No… No, that’s not right.”
He shook his head, forcing the thoughts away. He’d nearly let instinct take over. It was better this way. If Seol-bin hadn’t run out, he might’ve lost control.
This wasn’t how it should happen. Not like this. Not in some cheap motel, rushed and careless.
No—when it happened, it had to be somewhere meaningful. Somewhere clean. Somewhere he could call his.
Somewhere Seol-bin would belong to only him.
His breath finally evened out, and he laughed to himself, the tension melting away.
“…So damn cute.”
Usually, Seol-bin wore that blank face, adjusting those big glasses and brushing things off with cool indifference. But today? The way he blushed, the way he stammered—like it was his first kiss—it was almost too much.
Kang Biso couldn’t stop picturing that face. That moment in bed, looking down at him, with his hair spread across the sheets like a halo. Those sharp, cat-like eyes clouded with heat. The twin moles under his eyes stood out against his pale skin, making him look even more sinful.
Then another memory popped into his head—Seol-bin, earlier that day, squirming around in a black mask, pretending to be trapped by telekinesis.
“Pfft.”
Kang Biso tried to hold it in, but the laugh broke free anyway. His lips twitched, and he burst out laughing.
Seriously. He was too damn cute. It made him want to bite him.
And then there was the Guiding…
“Didn’t think Seol-bin would be that soft.”
He’d faked being hurt, thinking Seol-bin would coldly refuse. But instead, he played along—reluctantly, yes—but he’d still accepted it all.
Was it kindness? Naivety?
Maybe both.
Kang Biso licked his lips slowly, savoring the lingering taste of their kiss.
It had been the most vivid, intoxicating kiss of his life—so sweet, so sharp, he could never get enough.
Just imagining going further made his head spin. His body stirred again, and he groaned, standing up to cool himself down.
He let him go tonight.
But next time… there was no way he’d let him run.
“Ah… right. I should look into that too.”
Earlier, Seol-bin had said he’d left something behind.
And he’d mentioned his younger brother when making excuses—meaning this probably had something to do with Kang Bijun.
Why had Seol-bin come back to the hideout on his own? What had happened to make him walk right into their hands?
Kang Biso needed to ask Bijun. And if he was lucky…
That might be the start of a perfect trap.
One Seol-bin would never escape from.
