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Why did the pants that were fine while running suddenly come off now? And in front of those guys, no less.
Siwoo couldn’t bring himself to look down, his face just turning red. Curses flowed out like breathing.
“…”
He could clearly feel the sticky liquid flowing down the cleft of his buttocks, and even without looking, he could imagine his state. As the semen that had slid down his inner thighs wet his ankles, he felt the urge to bite his tongue. Of course, he didn’t act on it.
Should I say I wet myself? No, that won’t work. The color would give it away. They’d definitely be able to tell by the smell too.
“Calm down.”
Jihan was the one who broke the suffocating silence. He returned with his usual relaxed expression and brought toilet paper from the kitchen.
“Guide, your face looks like it’s about to burst.”
After pulling out a lot of toilet paper, he handed it directly to Siwoo. He wanted to wipe it himself, but he held back, thinking Geonho’s eyes might pop out if he did. The person in question probably wouldn’t welcome it either.
“Should I bring you clothes? Or do you want to go and change?”
Siwoo, clutching the toilet paper tightly with both hands, finally glanced down at his legs. Fortunately, thanks to the large shirt, his lower half wasn’t visible. Even without pants, it covered up to the upper part of his thighs.
Right, let’s change clothes first, he thought, and stretched his legs towards his room. At the same time, the semen that hadn’t fully flowed out between his buttocks suddenly leaked out.
This immediately fell to the floor, making a dripping sound and increasing its presence. The fixed gazes of the three fell on the drop-shaped semen.
Had he ever experienced such an embarrassing situation in his life? Siwoo swallowed his trembling breath while biting his quivering lips.
The breath that hadn’t been fully swallowed pushed back out of his mouth. Just as he wished he could just faint, thankfully, his body went limp.
“Guide?”
Siwoo welcomed the fading consciousness and quickly closed his eyes.
“Han Siwoo!”
Ignoring Geonho and Jihan’s voices calling him, he brought his hands to his aching chest. As he closed his eyes, his body felt even heavier. He just wanted to run away somewhere.
* * *
Taebeom woke up on his own half a day after losing consciousness.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the ceiling wallpaper. Seeing the white ceiling of the hospital room instead of the familiar wallpaper of his office, he pulled back the blanket.
He spent a while expressionlessly clenching and unclenching his left hand. Then he quietly raised his left arm. After staring at it for a long time as if checking the movement of his muscles, he finally sat up.
His body felt excessively light. Almost as if he was still dreaming.
“Yes, I’ll contact you as soon as the leader wakes up. No, regarding that matter, first—”
Just then, the secretary entered the hospital room. He was checking work documents on his pad while on the call. Thinking Taebeom would still be lying down, he looked at the bed and was startled, dropping his pad.
“Leader! You’re already awake?”
He had thought he would be unconscious for at least a day. When an Esper’s wavelength, which had been starved of guiding for a long time, drops rapidly, they often can’t escape a long sleep state. Even after the first guiding with Guide Han Siwoo, which was just a kiss, he had woken up the next day.
“Hang up first.”
Taebeom, who had buttoned up his shirt completely, got up from the bed. The secretary, who hurriedly finished the call, approached him to check his complexion.
“Don’t get up right away, please lie down a bit longer. I’ll call the attending physician.”
“Where’s Guide Han Siwoo?”
The secretary, who was blocking Taebeom’s way, made a dumbfounded expression. He blinked his eyes, doubting his ears.
Could it be that he’s asking about his dedicated guide as soon as he opened his eyes? Is this the Kang Taebeom I know?
“If you heard me, answer.”
The secretary, who had been raising question marks only in his mind, immediately responded with a “Yes.” Siwoo was also hospitalized in a private room in the same building.
“He finished all his tests and just fell asleep. They say he won’t wake up for a while as he’s in a very weakened state.”
Siwoo had briefly fainted at the dormitory and regained consciousness after arriving at the hospital room. He received tests while sighing deeply as if he wanted to faint again. Jihan and Geonho stayed by his side, while the secretary was busy dealing with newly emerged incidents.
“Bring my shoes.”
“Are you going to see him now?”
Taebeom gestured with his eyes towards the slippers he was wearing. The secretary was the one who had changed Taebeom’s clothes. Knowing that Taebeom wouldn’t like hospital gowns, he deliberately brought the shirt and cotton pants he usually wears. It was an outfit chosen thinking that he would return to work as soon as he woke up.
“It’s really not advisable to go right away. Even if you go now, the guide will be sleeping.”
The secretary took out the shoes, tie, and watch he had prepared in advance from the wardrobe. Despite Taebeom, who never showed interest in anyone outside the guild members, trying to visit the guide himself, he didn’t seem pleased. It was because there were too many things he had to deal with.
“Two beastkin outburst incidents occurred simultaneously.”
One was handled by Jihan, and the other almost led to a bigger accident when Seojun tried to resolve it. The secretary’s expression was heavy as he briefly summarized this.
Many Espers were injured because, of all things, a leader-class Esper from a high-ranking guild had an outburst. If Jihan hadn’t been there, there would have been countless deaths. Everyone owed their lives to him.
“Both are not in life-threatening conditions, but they’re in a similar state to the Hwayeon Guild leader.”
The secretary calmly reported the situation. After first informing about the condition of the beastkin who had the outburst, he hesitated for a moment, rubbing his chin.
“And in the process of subduing the beastkin, Esper Ha Seojun showed signs of pre-rampage symptoms. It was very brief, though.”
Taebeom’s gaze sharpened as he was tying his necktie. He checked his watch without looking at the secretary. Just hearing that it went to pre-rampage symptoms, he could imagine what state Seojun had been in.
“There were quite a lot of people at the scene.”
It meant there were many witnesses. The secretary’s expression darkened as he continued his report.
“Which area was it?”
“It was the A7 area. Most were low-ranking Espers, and the rest were guides.”
Taebeom turned around and headed back to the bed. He filled the glass on the bedside table and moistened his throat. In the quiet stillness, it seemed like the sound of thoughts piling up could be heard.
The secretary watched Taebeom with a worried heart. Of all places, it happened at a site with many low-ranking Espers, making it difficult to control the spread of information. The lower the rank and less experience they have, the looser their lips become. They probably babble on without knowing what kind of ripple effect their words might cause.
“Everyone is waiting for the leader to wake up. What should we do?”
All the executives and leader-class Espers were waiting for Taebeom’s instructions. After emptying two glasses of water, Taebeom silently placed the glass back on the bedside table.
“Call a teleport Esper.”
The secretary immediately followed the instruction. Before the teleport Esper arrived, Taebeom asked the secretary one last thing. Who was in Guide Han Siwoo’s hospital room?
“Ah, Esper Kang Geonho is there. Esper Yoo Jihan is in the middle of cleaning up the site.”
Taebeom maintained an indifferent expression as he received the pad from the secretary. He first checked the wavelength levels of the guild members. Then he ordered the arrived teleport Esper to go to the underground training room in Building C.
It was where Seojun was being isolated.
* * *
In the largest VIP hospital room of the guide ward, small breathing sounds echoed. It was the same private room where Siwoo had been hospitalized before.
Geonho was sitting on a sofa placed in front of the wide bed. The metal chair was too small and uncomfortable for him. He needed a wide and soft sofa to sit for a long time.
If he could, Geonho wanted to climb onto the bed too. In fact, his buttocks were fidgeting constantly even now. He wanted to lie down next to Siwoo right away, but he bit his tongue and held back.
Siwoo needed absolute rest. The doctor had warned him several times that if he received any more stress or stimulation here, it could really become dangerous.
Although Geonho wasn’t the one who received the guiding, Siwoo’s attending physician kept an eye on Geonho as he cautioned him. He seemed to think that the red bite marks all over Siwoo’s neck were made by Geonho.
[It wasn’t forced.]
Before receiving the tests, Siwoo first insisted that he had given the guiding of his own will. He strongly claimed that the leader had actually tried to send him away.
[Kang Taebeom refused.]
As he explained again that it wasn’t forced guiding, the secretary was relieved. Jihan also said that was fortunate. Only Geonho remained silent, not saying a word. He couldn’t easily open his mouth.
“But why did you do it?”
He felt like nonsense would spill out if he opened his mouth. Like now. As if to prove he’s a jerk.
Nnnng.
Just as Geonho was muttering, the white body squirmed. Siwoo was deeply asleep, transformed into a cat. As if it was too difficult to maintain a human body, he had turned into a cat in the middle of receiving tests.
Geonho frowned as he looked at the IV drip inserted into the leg that was only as big as two of his fingers. It was surprising that a needle could go into such a thin leg. The image of Siwoo struggling and saying he didn’t want it when they tried to insert the needle was etched in his heart and wouldn’t disappear. It was a heartbreaking sight that could appear in nightmares.
Geonho leaned his upper body towards the bed and gently touched the pink tongue sticking out of Siwoo’s slightly open mouth. Worried that Siwoo might bite his tongue, he carefully pushed it back inside.
Even though he touched the soft tip of the tongue, not even a bit of guiding was absorbed. Normally he would have been sad, but now the low matching rate felt welcome. He was relieved that Siwoo’s energy didn’t flow to him even when their bodies touched.
Because there would be no chance of losing his mind while receiving guiding. Unlike his brother who was tied with an absurd 91% matching rate.
“Han Siwoo.”
Geonho stroked Siwoo’s white fur with a complicated expression. Although transformed into a cat, Siwoo’s eyes were moist as he slept in a proper posture like a human. After the IV was inserted, he had been crying non-stop and even sniffled until just before falling asleep. He seemed to have fallen asleep exhausted from crying.
“Don’t do anything until it hurts. Anything.”
Being so afraid of pain. How did he manage to have sex with my brother? It must have been his first time.
Geonho, looking down at the white Siwoo making faint breathing sounds, buried his face near his small body. He stayed like that for hours, lying face down. He didn’t raise his head even once. Because he felt that if he showed his current expression, Siwoo would run away.
“Guide Han Siwoo.”
He would definitely run away without looking back. With that small, weak body.
“Don’t be in pain anymore.”
Geonho, wrapping his arms around Siwoo’s tiny body, interlocked his fingers. As if in a praying position, he embraced Siwoo and let out a long, deep sigh inwardly. Siwoo, who had fallen into a deep sleep, didn’t open his eyes until the next day.
