Jung Tae-seok, completely lost in the kiss, finally pulled away. A hot breath slipped from between his lips. It seemed like he was only just realizing how recklessly he’d gone at it, and he looked genuinely flustered.
He suddenly shot up from the bed and clamped a hand over his mouth. His exposed ears were bright red. Even though he’d been the one to pounce, he stared at Eun-jo like he was the one who’d just been ravished.
“Do you do this kind of thing with other people too?”
“Huh?”
“Hyung. In the Guiding Room—do you act like this with other guys too?”
“……”
“Yeo Eun-jo. You’re not gonna answer me?”
“Sometimes you call me hyung, sometimes it’s just Yeo Eun-jo…”
“Hey! Yeo Eun-jo!”
Eun-jo tilted his head, feigning innocence, and watched Tae-seok’s face.
“This is the first time I’ve ever felt this drained. Nothing like this has ever happened in the Guiding Room.”
In other words, he was the only one who’d gotten worked up. To Eun-jo, this was nothing more or less than a guiding session. Even in that moment, as his body continued to swell with arousal, Tae-seok’s face twisted in frustration.
With heavy, irritated steps, he stormed out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang, and only then did Eun-jo finally let out a carefree laugh.
“Ah, shit, he’s cute.”
Unlike the jaded, world-weary people in the entertainment industry, Jung Tae-seok was practically innocent—completely oblivious to his own feelings and a bundle of temper.
Still chuckling, Eun-jo curled up in the blanket and lay back down on the bed.
***
After a nap, Jung Tae-seok dragged Eun-jo to the center’s cafeteria. They’d had a brief scuffle over Eun-jo wanting to change into his uniform, but of course, Tae-seok had won—just like always.
“Who shows up to the cafeteria wearing sweats like this?”
“What’s the problem?”
He was dressed exactly as he had been at Tae-seok’s house—an oversized white T-shirt and black pants. The size alone made it obvious whose clothes they were, and every pair of eyes in the room turned toward them.
By now, the rumors from the Training Center had already spread like wildfire.
Being surrounded by people in full uniform only made Eun-jo more self-conscious.
“I told you I wanted to change, Tae-seok.”
Tae-seok pushed him into a seat as Eun-jo fussed with the hem of the shirt.
“Stop complaining. Just sit here quietly.”
“I am sitting quietly. What, you think I’m gonna sprawl out and act wild?”
“Shut up. Sit down.”
He might go off and start kissing someone else in the name of treatment, just like he did with Tae-seok. As good as it felt, the thought alone was irritating. Sure, he was a Team A Guide, so no one would dare lay a hand on him—but when had Espers ever been known for good judgment?
“If you want to starve, go ahead and move.”
Tae-seok gave him a hard glare before walking off to get their food.
“…He really doesn’t hold back.”
It felt like watching a dog barking at its owner for leaving the house—helpless to stop them, but still making a fuss. Tae-seok might’ve calmed down a little since before, but his temper hadn’t changed one bit.
The moment Tae-seok left the table, the surrounding whispers grew louder.
“I heard he suddenly showed up at the Training Center after being gone forever.”
“Wasn’t Guide Kim Min-jae in charge of him? He said he handed him over.”
Oh please, Kim Min-jae’s just a guide.
And what does that make me?
“I heard he asked for all his pay back—told them to return every cent of the salary he’d earned.”
“And he even helped with work. Now he wants to get paid for that too?”
“Apparently.”
“Damn. Who’s gonna help out now?”
“I saw Kim Min-jae running to the bathroom yesterday. Swear to god, he was crying.”
Sounded like Kim Min-jae had spun the whole thing to make himself look like the victim. Not surprising, considering he’d been skimming salary and rerouting calls. He was probably panicking now.
Eun-jo sat there quietly, gathering intel from their gossip.
From what they were saying, Kim Min-jae had joined the Guide Center around the same time as him. They weren’t close, but since their awakening periods had been similar, they’d at least exchanged greetings now and then.
Which probably made it even easier for him to skim off my pay without guilt.
What was truly strange was that both salary payments and call routing were managed solely by the Guide Center.
There’s no way he pulled this off without someone on the inside.
Eun-jo’s eyes flicked sideways. Whether there were witnesses or not, Kim Min-jae didn’t strike him as someone capable of sweet-talking center staff into doing his bidding—especially with how quick he was to blow his top. Just as Eun-jo started lightly tapping his fingertips—
“In the Guiding Room too… he was crying…”
And in that instant, everything stopped.
What…?
The murmuring voices, the idle clatter of the cafeteria, even the air that had drifted lazily through the space—gone, all at once. It was as if he’d been plunged underwater. His ears rang with a suffocating pressure.
Eun-jo kept his head still and only moved his eyes. Around him, people were frozen mid-motion. The gossiping Guides, Tae-seok waiting in line, everyone. Sensing the danger, Eun-jo didn’t move a muscle and held his seated posture exactly as it was.
What the hell is going on?
The silence was broken by the slow, weighty echo of footsteps—measured, deliberate, sharp.
A man in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit approached with commanding ease. Jin Mu-seong. His gaze locked onto Eun-jo with the chilling precision of a predator eyeing its prey.
The moment their eyes met, a crushing tension swept through the room. It was as if an invisible hand closed around his throat. The sheer oppressive force radiating off Jin Mu-seong bore down on him like a physical weight.
With every step Jin Mu-seong took, Eun-jo’s heart seemed to slow in rhythm—as though forced into sync with his pace. It was a sensation he’d never experienced before. This wasn’t just a man—he felt like something else. Something you couldn’t breathe in front of, couldn’t look away from, unless it allowed you to.
Every instinct screamed run, but it was no use. He felt like a speck before a mountain, a powerless thing facing a force of nature.
“Hm…”
Jin Mu-seong came to a stop and took Eun-jo’s chin in hand, tilting it upward. Like inspecting a prized item, he turned Eun-jo’s face from side to side.
“Pretty things really are tastier to look at.”
“……”
“No, wait—was it that things that look good taste good?”
The sensation from that single point of contact was… intriguing. But it wasn’t just the touch that pleased him.
Snow-pale skin without a blemish, round eyes, a perfectly shaped mouth—Eun-jo was dangerously close to his ideal type. It was odd that someone like this had slipped under his radar until now.
“…Where has something like you been hiding?”
Looking down at him, Jin Mu-seong reached out again. He slowly traced Eun-jo’s lower lip with a finger. He watched as the flesh twisted, then puffed up under the touch. Then, without warning, he slid his index finger between those soft lips.
“Ngh.”
The finger explored inside, slow and unhurried, as if mapping the space. Eun-jo tensed up instantly. Pretending to be frozen like the others was proving harder than expected. Acting like he was crying all day? Easy. But staying still, unblinking, unmoving like a porcelain doll? That was a different story.
Since when was there a character like this?
He ran through the novels he’d read, trying to recall any Esper with time-stopping powers. Nothing came to mind.
He’s gotta be S-Rank or higher.
All S-Rank Espers in the country were part of Team A—the team Eun-jo belonged to. One team leader, three members including Tae-seok. The rest were supposed to be abroad on assignment. And this guy… he didn’t match any of their descriptions. Not even close.
Suddenly, the finger jabbed deep into the back of his throat. Eun-jo inhaled sharply, stifling a gag. Jin Mu-seong smoothly pulled the finger out—only to add a second. Now both his index and middle fingers invaded Eun-jo’s mouth.
He began moving them in and out, slow but deliberate, as if mimicking a sex act. Wet, obscene sounds—schlk, schlk—filled the space, like something was being stirred deep below. Saliva spilled from the corners of Eun-jo’s lips, his face turning steadily redder. Jin Mu-seong watched it all with a look of pure amusement.
“Looks like you came here for dinner. But since no one’s feeding you…”
Glancing at the frozen Jung Tae-seok, Jin Mu-seong chuckled.
“Guess I’ll have to do it myself.”
His large hand cupped Eun-jo’s cheek, and with firm pressure, guided his head into a nod.
Jin Mu-seong’s lips curled into a crooked smirk. It had all the makings of a villain’s grin, but thanks to his flawless features, even that looked dangerously alluring.
He’s actually insane.
With Eun-jo’s head still firmly held in place, he casually undid his belt buckle. His cock sprang free with a muted thump, already fully erect and monstrous in size—when had he gotten this hard? The sight of it made Eun-jo’s skin crawl.
He’d thought Jung Tae-seok was well-endowed, but this… this was on a whole different level. Jin Mu-seong’s cock was massive, as brutal in scale as the man himself. Veins bulged along its length, angry and swollen, the shaft flushed a deep, dark red. It didn’t even look human.
One hand still on Eun-jo’s cheek, Jin Mu-seong pried his lips apart. The soft, swollen flesh parted slowly, revealing the small, pink interior of his mouth.
“Tiny mouth.”
Despite the words, he didn’t hesitate for a second. The thick, flared head pushed past his lips and began to force its way in. Eun-jo’s mouth stretched wide—too wide—as it struggled to accommodate the sheer size.
Jin Mu-seong let out a low exhale, his brows tightening ever so slightly as he felt the tight heat wrap around him. The expression was obscene in every sense of the word, and it made something inside Eun-jo tighten involuntarily.
“With a mouth this tight…”
He muttered as he tapped lightly against Eun-jo’s stretched lips.
“You’d probably tear if I took you from behind.”
“……”
“Not really my thing, though.”
Like I’d let you anyway, Eun-jo thought bitterly—only for Jin Mu-seong to suddenly slam in all the way to the base.
“Nghk…!”
The massive head struck the back of his throat, ramming into his uvula and pressing in deep. Eun-jo’s entire body jolted. He barely managed to suppress the reflex to gag, every muscle locking in place as he fought to stay still.
