It felt so unfair.
No matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong—or why he had to endure this degrading form of guiding under the name of “compensation.”
All he could think was that he wanted to quit everything.
Even if he’d crawled through the filth, he’d built up a small handful of pride over five relentless years.
He’d been used and discarded endlessly in that place, and during the time he finally gained his freedom, he had made a promise to himself: to live like a human being.
That was why, even while working as a guide-for-hire, he’d never once handed over his body to another Esper.
At most, it was limited to hand-guiding. Any client who demanded more was immediately shut down with a firm line drawn in the sand.
Even Song Jae-woo, a guiding broker, had respected his wishes completely. Han-gyeom was the only guide he represented, and although his own income depended entirely on Han-gyeom’s willingness, he had still said it was fine.
A sliver of human dignity.
The only person who had ever treated him with that kind of respect while he was locked up in the lab… was that person.
That was why he wanted to meet more people like that.
He wanted to be among people who would respect him as a human being, who would let him have pride, who would let him assert himself and express his will.
Even if it was only for the short time he had left to live.
But the pride he had built up outside meant absolutely nothing in this place.
“Don’t just sit there feeling it—guide me. At this rate, even staying up all night wouldn’t be enough.”
He was guiding—doing everything he could.
Cha Han-gyeom was trying his best, if only to escape this situation as fast as possible.
But before that could happen, the shards of his torn-up emotions were getting in the way, disrupting the flow of his guiding.
To think an Esper would treat their own bonded guide like a common whore, imagining without a care that it was normal to share his body with someone else.
Even if unregistered Espers often looked down on guides, disregarded them—this he couldn’t just ignore.
A man who carried that person’s heart… how could he do this to him?
Seo Won, completely oblivious to what Han-gyeom was feeling, only grew more irritated at the lackluster guiding.
Even with minimal contact, the imprint should still be effective.
And yet, this guiding was unstable. Half-hearted.
“Cha Han-gyeom, are you really going to guide me like this?”
“Ugh… ngh…”
Han-gyeom didn’t even manage a proper reply. He just trembled.
Seo Won looked down at Han-gyeom’s half-hardened cock, his expression filled with disapproval.
Sure, it was a part of the body that would react no matter who touched it—but it still wasn’t fully erect.
That pissed him off.
His bonded guide—his imprinted guide—was being touched in such an obscene place by his own hand, and yet it wasn’t standing properly?
Coldness clouded Seo Won’s eyes.
He stared quietly at the door. Then the corners of his lips curled upward ever so slightly.
“…Looks like they’re here.”
“Ugh, what the…?”
Beep, beep—
The sound of buttons being pressed on the door lock made Han-gyeom snap his head up in alarm.
Someone was entering the password. Were they seriously trying to come inside?
Just then, Seo Won, still holding Han-gyeom in his arms, abruptly shifted their position. Now, if the door were to open, the first thing visible would be Han-gyeom’s legs spread wide open.
Realizing what was happening, Han-gyeom writhed in panic.
“W-Wait, someone—someone’s trying to come in!”
“Exactly. That’s why you need to spread them wider. Make it a better view.”
Completely ignoring Han-gyeom’s growing anxiety, Seo Won grabbed both of his legs and forced them further apart.
It wasn’t just his cock now; even his hole was fully exposed.
“You—you bastard…!”
Click—
Han-gyeom felt his heart plummet.
The sound of the door closing, followed by slow, deliberate footsteps approaching.
Panic overtook him in an instant.
“Wh-Who’s here?”
His words came out choppy and fragmented.
Who was it?
The male guard who’d been stationed outside? The man in the white suit from earlier? Or maybe Jung Ah-young, who’d been in the office?
The necktie covering his eyes made it impossible to tell. The unhurried steps approaching closer and closer filled him with bone-deep dread.
“Wh-Who is it…?”
He hoped—desperately hoped—it was a stranger. At least then he wouldn’t have to live with the shame of showing this degrading sight to someone he knew.
He could pretend not to see the disgust in a stranger’s eyes. He could endure that.
But Seo Won’s whisper beside his ear only intensified the terror.
“It’s someone you know.”
At that, Han-gyeom’s breathing grew ragged. His eyes, hidden beneath the tie, trembled with disoriented panic.
The shock was so overwhelming he could barely breathe. He trembled violently in Seo Won’s arms, his legs spread helplessly, as someone settled between them.
He felt the mattress dip under the added weight, heard another breath mixing into the room, and then—a hand gently caressing his quivering leg.
Everything was unraveling in Han-gyeom’s mind.
“No… Let me go. P-Please… get him out of here…”
Paralyzed by panic, Han-gyeom couldn’t even struggle. All he could do was tremble in Seo Won’s embrace, unconsciously rubbing against him as if seeking comfort.
And Seo Won welcomed that response.
It was the reaction of someone who knew very well who their master was. Someone who had finally realized who they could depend on.
Seo Won bit down on Han-gyeom’s ear, letting out a deliberately stern voice.
“You’re the one who’s half-assing the guiding, so I had to bring in help.”
“No—no, no! I-I’ll do it. I’ll guide properly. Just please…”
“Then how exactly are you going to do it properly?”
Han-gyeom, panting so hard it seemed like he might pass out, tilted his head up. Though he couldn’t see, he found Seo Won’s lips by instinct, guided by his breath. He slowly moved his own lips.
Seo Won, caught off guard, froze for a moment.
He could feel the warmth of Han-gyeom’s breath wash over him. Then came the soft touch of his lips—pressing gently, then pulling back slightly as a small tongue timidly emerged. The frightened little tongue cautiously licked at Seo Won’s lips. Lap, lap… like a puppy, it gently traced along his mouth, licking with sincere care.
So earnest. That sweet little kiss carried a faint blush. Han-gyeom’s desperate attempt to soothe Seo Won’s mood poured through that guiding kiss like nectar.
Seo Won’s chest tingled, then swelled with the threat of bursting. His heart, beating wildly as if it weren’t his own, greedily absorbed the guiding energy.
“Ha… Cha Han-gyeom…”
Letting out a heated breath, Seo Won cupped Han-gyeom’s cheek. He could see how terrified he’d been—the necktie soaked with tears, the wetness trailing all the way down.
“P-Please, let him go now. Hic… Please, hurry…”
Han-gyeom begged with tearful kisses, each one filled with guiding energy. Even now, the third person who’d entered the room remained between his legs, unmoving, simply waiting.
“Fine. I’ll let him go.”
Only after hearing Seo Won’s ragged reply could Han-gyeom finally feel a flicker of relief.
But the other person didn’t move. Instead, Seo Won abruptly undid the knot of the necktie.
“Ah!”
The sudden burst of light made Han-gyeom squint tightly. When he opened his eyes again, what he saw left him speechless.
“Ah…”
The figure between his legs—it wasn’t someone else.
It was Seo Won.
More precisely, a clone of Seo Won.
“W-What… what is this…?”
“I was on my way back from wrapping up some outside work. That’s why I summoned it here.”
“Why… why would you…”
When Han-gyeom turned to look at him, Seo Won smirked like he was enjoying the whole thing.
“I told you. Since you weren’t guiding properly, I had to bring in some help.”
As Han-gyeom stared at him, stunned out of his mind, Seo Won’s lips brushed against his tear-streaked cheek. His mouth and tongue slowly rubbed along the wet skin over and over, smearing the tears, savoring them.
Between those touches, Han-gyeom could hear the low, amused chuckle slipping from Seo Won’s mouth.
“I’ll let him go, just like I promised.”
And with that, Seo Won’s clone thrust itself between Han-gyeom’s spread legs. The sudden coldness of its hands made his body jolt.
“It’s a clone made of ice—it’ll stimulate you just right.”
“What are you—ahh!”
Before he could even finish his sentence, his cock was swallowed whole.
Right into the clone’s mouth.
Han-gyeom trembled again as he looked down at the clone, which had taken his burning erection all the way to the base.
Its mouth was as cold as its hands, but it still engulfed him entirely. The clone, crafted with care and precision, had a mouth that felt exactly like a real person’s—right down to the soft, supple tongue.
The clone’s tongue coiled around Han-gyeom’s cock like a serpent, spiraling along the shaft.
“Hhaahk!”
A jolt of electricity surged up from his erection, shot up his spine, and exploded in his skull like a sharp strike.
“Y-You said… you’d let him go…! Ah! You—liar…! Ngh!”
The sensation of that cold, tongue-filled mouth working over his cock was overwhelming. Too intense. The freezing wetness combined with the skillful teasing sent his nerves into overdrive. His scalp tingled; it felt like all the heat in his body was being redirected to his cock in a desperate attempt to fight off the chill.
“Yeah. Letting go of yours, I mean.”
As soon as Seo Won spoke those words, the clone pulled back all the way to the tip—slowly, but with a tight suction that made it feel like it was sucking the cum out of him. It wasn’t just a withdrawal—it was a deliberate, forceful pull that dragged another shuddering moan from Han-gyeom’s throat.
