Wet gray eyes flickered in front of him.
Transparent tears pooled over his irises, forming a thin film before breaking and trailing down his pale cheeks.Following the path of the droplets as they fell, Kwon Jae-jin lowered his eyelids.
For a moment, it felt as if all the noise in the world had faded.
First, the sound stopped. Then, the light went out. His vision blurred, leaving him unable to distinguish anything. Seo Eui-woo’s ragged breaths, his large body, the tears he shed—it all became hazy, like mist, leaving behind only faint traces.
Kwon Jae-jin remained frozen, like a broken machine, for a long time. Then, belatedly, a surge of emotion welled up from deep within his chest.
“…Yeah. That’s not how it’s supposed to be.”
He forced out the words with difficulty.
“Since it’s not supposed to be that way, that’s exactly why we have to change it.”
They had vowed to overturn fate.
“It’s not just for us—other Awakened need to realize this is something that shouldn’t happen… Only then can things change.”
They had chosen to fight instead of running away.
“If we want to truly live, then we have to.”
That much resolve, he had. That’s what this meant…
Jae-jin, with his cold fingers, touched Seo Eui-woo’s cheek. It was damp.
“…Besides, in the end, if anyone even tries to do something like that to me, you wouldn’t just sit back and let it happen.”
Kwon Jae-jin kept wiping his cheek repeatedly until the dampness was gone. To think he would see that wretched and desperate expression again, even in this second life… Even though Jae-jin was the one who had almost been forcibly violated and wounded, it was Seo Eui-woo who looked even more hurt.
“Where else in the world would you find a guard dog like you? You can take on a whole swarm of Espers by yourself. No matter what kind of urges someone might feel inside, no matter what instincts they have, in the end, you’d… act like you were going to kill them all.”
“Even so… Even if that’s true…! In the end, Jae-jin, you’ll still stop me…”
Seo Eui-woo lifted his tear-streaked face and pulled Kwon Jae-jin into a fierce embrace. Their heavy bodies tangled together, the sheets beneath them crumpling under their weight. He was all but crushing Jae-jin beneath him.
“You’ve always done that, ever since Mateo. You told me not to kill that bastard. You stopped me, over and over again…”
Seo Eui-woo spat out his frustration in a low, rough, and unsteady voice. His back rose and fell heavily.
“I want to cut off the heads of every bastard who goes into heat over you, every filthy fucker with disgusting thoughts about you. But you won’t let that happen, will you? I have to be the one to hold back again… I have to be the only insane one.”
His darkened eyes flickered between Jae-jin’s fingers. Even soaked in tears, his obsessive, madness-laced fixation was impossible to hide.
“I don’t want that.”
“Eui-woo.”
“I have to be the only one who feels those dirty, filthy desires toward you. If it’s not me, then no one else can… It has to be only me, only Eui-woo.”
“Wait. I get it, calm down. It’s not like I enjoy being objectified by random people either… Of course, I fucking hate it. It’s disgusting.”
“You hate it too? Then just don’t do it.”
Eui-woo frowned and pressed Jae-jin’s wrists down against the floor, pinning him completely so he couldn’t move. He looked like he wanted to lock Jae-jin up, to keep him trapped.
“Whether it’s your hands or anything else, don’t do guiding with other people. Don’t let a single fucking finger touch you. Okay?”
Eui-woo lowered himself and kissed Jae-jin’s face. Immobilized, Jae-jin had no choice but to let Eui-woo press his lips against his eyelids.
“No, actually… Just don’t even make eye contact with them.”
“Ugh, what the hell—”
“Who else could you possibly look at with these eyes? You should only look at me. Isn’t that right…?”
Eui-woo murmured mindlessly as he scattered kisses across Jae-jin’s skin, completely lost in his own head. At first, the argument had been about whether Jae-jin would do hand-holding guiding or not. But that small spark had ignited into an uncontrollable blaze.
Once Eui-woo started being wary of Espers, he felt the overwhelming need to eliminate every possible threat. And as a result, the obsession he had momentarily suppressed returned with even greater intensity.
“Honestly, if I really think about it, even letting people get close to you pisses me off.”
He whispered eerily, his lips buried against Jae-jin’s neck. The possessiveness that had once been soothed through their relationship and guiding had now erupted into a raging inferno.
“If someone gets too close, they can feel your core… You shouldn’t even be near anyone other than me.”
Eui-woo could never forget that day. The moment Mateo had torn Jae-jin’s clothes with a knife, touched his chest, and resonated with his core. No matter how many times he recalled it, he could only curse and loathe it with every fiber of his being.
He grabbed Jae-jin’s firm chest with desperate hands, his fingers kneading, groping, as if confirming the presence of the core that Jae-jin himself was oblivious to. The undulating waves of power from the left side of Jae-jin’s chest were dazzlingly clear, yet Jae-jin had no awareness of them, and that ignorance drove Eui-woo insane.
“…Jae-jin. From now on, don’t touch anyone but me. Don’t go near anyone. Don’t trust anyone. That would be best.”
Eui-woo pressed his lips into the valley of Jae-jin’s chest. His mouth latched onto the soft, rounded flesh, taking it in as if biting down. The pointed peak of Jae-jin’s nipple brushed against his lips, and Eui-woo wasted no time in pulling it into his mouth, drenching it with his tongue.
He flicked the taut bud repeatedly with the tip of his tongue, rolling it around as if savoring a tiny marble inside his mouth.
As Eui-woo persistently stimulated him, Jae-jin reacted.
“Ugh.”
Kwon Jae-jin furrowed his brows and let out a stifled moan. Seo Eui-woo, watching him intently with tear-streaked eyes, let out a cold smile.
“Promise me right now. Say that you will.”
He sucked on Jae-jin’s nipple, making a wet, audible sound, pressing him relentlessly. With his tear-dampened eyes, it was hard to tell whether he was pleading or threatening.
“Starting today, that’s what we’ll do. Got it…?”
“No—ugh, wait, Eui-woo… Let me talk first—”
“Answer me first.”
“I—earlier, I made a sudden decision. Without asking you first, I rashly thought, at least a handshake would be fine… That was my mistake. But—”
“But?”
Eui-woo’s hand lowered. He peeled away the loose examination gown like shedding unnecessary skin and slipped his hand boldly between Jae-jin’s pressed thighs. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed the thick length nestled between them.
He knew exactly where and how to touch him.
Eui-woo wrapped his four fingers around Jae-jin’s cock, twisting his wrist as he stroked gently. His thumb moved tenderly in circular motions over the swollen tip, teasing near the sensitive slit where the nerves were most reactive.
“But what…? You still think you should be holding hands with others?”
“I just…”
“Just what?!”
Jae-jin squirmed, his legs twitching awkwardly. He knew it was a meaningless struggle.
The moment he showed even the slightest resistance, Eui-woo tightened his grip, squeezing the base of Jae-jin’s cock with firm pressure.
“…Ugh!”
“Why are you so damn stubborn, Jae-jin? Do you really want to guide other Espers that badly…? Even when I—when I hate it this fucking much?”
Jae-jin clutched at Eui-woo’s arm, groaning. His body trembled, but Eui-woo showed no mercy. Instead, he alternated between squeezing roughly and stroking gently, further heightening Jae-jin’s sensitivity.
“Ah—ha…!”
Eui-woo slowly slid his hand up Jae-jin’s cock, his warm palm gliding along the rigid shaft. With skillful movements, he massaged the underside, pressing in just the right spots, making the flesh pulse and throb. Precum beaded at the tip, a clear sign of how quickly Jae-jin was losing control.
Eui-woo expertly handled him, his large hand enveloping the head and rubbing it with rapid strokes, sending Jae-jin’s senses spiraling. His head felt light, his mind hazy.
“Hhngh—stop, ah, wait—!”
Jae-jin’s hips bucked involuntarily as his body trembled.
He was right on the edge, about to come, when Eui-woo suddenly tightened his grip at the base, ruthlessly holding back his release. A frustrated, desperate whimper escaped Jae-jin’s lips.
Eui-woo continued his relentless torment, almost toying with him—repeating the same merciless teasing all over again.
He was tender one moment, then cruel the next. Every time Jae-jin showed signs of release, Eui-woo would tighten his grip, mercilessly denying him.
“Right. I must’ve forgotten for a moment how damn difficult you are, Kwon Jae-jin.”
Eui-woo dug his fingernail into the slit of Jae-jin’s cock, pressing in slow, deliberate motions before finally loosening his grip again. He resumed stroking him gently, bringing back the pleasure he had just stolen away. At the same time, his other hand wandered lower, slipping between Jae-jin’s thighs, pressing against the tight entrance beneath his perineum.
The moment his fingertips made contact, the small, flushed opening twitched involuntarily.
The delicate, overstimulated membrane still ached from earlier—bruised but not torn, tingling with lingering soreness. Startled by the sudden touch, Jae-jin instinctively tried to close his legs.
Eui-woo pinned his knees down with ease, parting his flesh with one hand to get a better look inside.
The soft, reddened tissue was bared before him, glistening with a raw, vulnerable flush.
“Jae-jin, please.”
His voice trembled, desperate.
“You’re my Guide. My lover… I’m begging you. Why won’t you understand me?”
