He usually got along just fine with the other team leaders—except Jin Mu-seong. There was just something about that guy. A gut-deep sense of unease.
A slippery bastard, like a snake.
Impossible to read. The kind of man Park Se-yul instinctively loathed.
After giving him a cold once-over, Park Se-yul looked away.
“Let’s keep moving.”
It was best not to get involved with someone like that. As Park Se-yul brushed past him, Jin Mu-seong let out a snide chuckle and said,
“I hear there’s some guiding going on in the showers every morning.”
“……”
“No, wait. That wasn’t guiding—it was fucking.”
Park Se-yul came to an abrupt stop. As he turned back to glare at him, Jin Mu-seong smiled lazily, eyes narrowing in amusement.
“I’m talking about Esper Jung Tae-seok and Guide Yeo Eun-jo. Not that I’m trying to stir the pot or anything…”
His lips curled into a crooked grin.
“But hey, if you’re open to it, I wouldn’t mind joining in.”
The air turned ice-cold, heavy with tension. Behind the glint of his silver-rimmed glasses, Park Se-yul’s gaze chilled to the bone. He stared at Jin Mu-seong in silence, trying to gauge what was behind those words.
The quiet stretched. Then, Park Se-yul tapped his thigh twice with his fingertips—tap, tap. And finally, he spoke.
“Don’t talk about someone else’s Guide like that. It’s disgusting.”
“…Someone else’s Guide?”
“Whether we’re fucking in the showers or sucking each other off, that’s our team’s business.”
“……”
“Team A’s business. Not Team B’s.”
The line had been drawn, sharp and unmistakable. Park Se-yul turned away again, his face expressionless—but his jaw was clenched tighter than ever.
“Someone else’s business, huh…”
Jin Mu-seong watched his retreating back and slowly folded his arms behind him, muttering under his breath,
“I wouldn’t consider us strangers, especially if I’ve already dumped a load inside.”
It was a soft whisper, but Park Se-yul stopped cold.
Seeing his shoulders stiffen, Jin Mu-seong stifled a laugh.
He almost added “Tasted amazing too,” but thought better of it—any further and he’d get decked. Yeo Eun-jo would’ve never condoned a hallway brawl at dawn. So, with a smug grin, Jin Mu-seong slipped neatly into the office.
Left alone in the hallway, Park Se-yul stood frozen.
Dumped a load inside?
The audacity.
His head blazed with heat. The image of Yeo Eun-jo from his dream surged up in his mind, making his stomach turn. Why the hell was he so fired up? Even he didn’t understand it.
Without thinking, he headed straight for the Training Center.
He knew full well training hadn’t even started yet—but he couldn’t stop himself. If he didn’t check that shower room with his own eyes, he’d lose it.
Feeling suffocated, he tore open the top buttons of his shirt.
“Good morning, Tea—”
A staff member turned the corner and froze mid-greeting after seeing his face.
“T-Team Leader?”
It was obvious to anyone—Park Se-yul was not in his right mind. His shirt, always buttoned to the collar, hung open. His eyes were bloodshot, wild. Practically feral.
He said nothing and brushed past the stunned staffer. The man only dared to breathe out once he’d gone, mumbling under his breath,
“What the hell… is he overloading…?”
No way. His face went pale. Snapping back to his senses, he bolted for the monitoring room.
Meanwhile, Park Se-yul entered the shower room.
It was empty. Not a soul in the tubs or the stalls. Only the echo of his footsteps bounced off the tile walls.
He turned to leave—then paused. From the far end, behind one of the stalls, came the faint sound of running water.
He froze, then slowly turned toward it.
“……”
Under the shower, completely bare, stood a slender, pristine body—flawless, just like in his dream. Yeo Eun-jo’s skin was snow-white, not a single blemish.
Water cascaded from his shoulders, gliding down the curve of his back and slipping between the soft roundness of his ass.
Eun-jo didn’t seem to notice he had company. He arched his back slightly, revealing everything between his legs. That delicate, flushed pink hole fluttered, as if beckoning.
And then, from deep inside, something wet trickled out.
The moment Park Se-yul realized it was someone else’s cum dripping from him, something inside him snapped.
Without hesitation, he shoved two fingers in—his index and middle.
“Hnngh…!”
He hooked his fingers inside, curling them against the plush, swollen upper wall—and began to rub, firm and unrelenting. Eun-jo cried out in panic, his voice sharp like a scream.
“Wh-Who are you?! Hnnngh…!”
He didn’t even recognize his own team leader. That alone made something flash dangerously in Park Se-yul’s eyes. Without a word, he shoved Eun-jo flush against the wall and yanked both arms up, pinning them overhead.
Every time his fingers twisted and scraped inside, that shamefully slick inner flesh convulsed with obscene wet noises. Slick, hot cum spurted out, splashing up hard enough to hit the lenses of Park Se-yul’s glasses.
Even with a stranger’s fingers shoved in him, Eun-jo’s greedy insides clenched and sucked lewdly, twitching with wanton need. At this point, he couldn’t even tell if what was dripping out was cum or his own wetness.
Eun-jo arched his back, writhing and pushing against him with everything he had.
“Ahh—no, s-stop! Please, ah… enough…!”
“Dripping like this from just a couple fingers. And you’re telling me to stop?”
“Hngh—ahh!”
At the sound of that voice—familiar, unmistakable—Eun-jo froze.
“T-Team Leader…?”
His voice cracked with disbelief. Park Se-yul yanked his fingers free, then grabbed a fistful of Eun-jo’s hair and flung him to the ground.
Eun-jo hit the floor and looked up, face completely drained of color. The sight of Park Se-yul towering over him, his expression colder and more terrifying than ever, made his whole body tremble.
“W-Why are you here…? I mean, no, I—”
“Guide Yeo Eun-jo.”
His name came sharp and final, slicing through his stammered excuses.
“How long did you think I’d let this slide?”
“…What?”
“Disobeying direct orders, failing to file your Guiding reports—and doing it here, in the damn shower room?”
“……”
“Even a rookie Guide should know Guiding has to be done in an approved location unless it’s an emergency. What—do you think Team A is a joke?”
“No! That’s not—it’s not like that!”
Eun-jo’s eyes darted in every direction, desperate, unfocused. His lips parted and closed, trying to form a defense, but only jumbled fragments came out.
“Not like that? Then why were you spreading your legs for Jin Mu-seong?”
Park Se-yul moved his foot forward, letting the hard heel of his shoe press into the soft flesh of Eun-jo’s pale thigh. Eun-jo bit down on his lip with a pained whimper, red blooming across his skin and mouth alike.
And in that moment—something inside Park Se-yul broke loose.
It was like a knot finally unraveling, like a puzzle he’d been turning over forever had just clicked into place. A cold, seething satisfaction surged through him.
Yes, the thought of someone else dumping their cum inside this body made his blood boil. But beneath that rage, he knew. This moment—this—was what he’d been waiting for all along.
He stared down at Eun-jo, then pressed the toe of his shoe in harder. The soft flesh beneath bulged under the pressure.
“As of today, consider yourself dismissed from Team A.”
Eun-jo’s eyes widened, stunned speechless.
