Following Kim Dan-seop into the room, Eun-jo was greeted by rows of people packed into chairs. Their ages varied widely—from fresh-faced youths who looked like students to middle-aged adults. That was just how it was with Espers; you never knew when someone might awaken.
Every eager gaze in the room locked onto Eun-jo.
Tch…
Normally, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But today was different. If he let his guard down even slightly, someone here was bound to notice something was off. His steps felt shaky, his thighs kept clenching on their own, and he could feel sweat prickling at his brow as he struggled to steady himself.
If I can just sit down…!
Eyes locked on the seat prepared for him, Eun-jo squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. Just ahead, Kim Dan-seop took the mic and began to introduce him.
“Today, filling in for Guide Kim Min-jae, we have Guide Yeo Eun-jo from Team A. As many of you already know, he’s one of our most experienced field Guides, so I hope you all make the most of this opportunity.”
Eun-jo blinked at the mention of that name. He turned his head—and there, sitting in the front row, was the man himself. Kim Min-jae. The Guide who’d been kicked out for pretending to be from Team A and was eventually shipped off to a regional center.
The moment their eyes met, Eun-jo sucked in a sharp breath. Kim Min-jae was staring daggers at him, his expression murderous.
Why the hell is he here?
Seeing his face made the tension in Eun-jo’s lower body clamp down even harder. So this was where he’d ended up after getting chewed out by the Center Director. Their eyes met again, and Kim Min-jae’s face twisted into a nasty scowl.
Of all times… why now?
Avoiding his gaze, Eun-jo turned slightly toward the new Espers, offered a polite nod, took the mic, and finally sat down.
Just bending at the waist made his chest tighten and his thighs tremble, but somehow, he managed to keep his face composed.
“…Hello. I’m Yeo Eun-jo, Guide for Team A.”
A wave of awe swept through the room. Team A was already well-known for their international operations, but lately, Eun-jo had become something of a celebrity thanks to a string of magazine features. The way they looked at him now—it was like they were staring at an idol.
Drawing on what he’d read in the manuals, Eun-jo began to speak. He talked about the fundamentals of Guiding, what it meant to be a Team Guide—all straight from the textbook.
Nngh…
But as time went on, his mind started to haze over. Outwardly, he kept talking like normal, but he couldn’t see the faces of the new Espers anymore. Couldn’t gauge their reactions. All his focus had sunk southward—he couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
I’m gonna come…!
He was at his breaking point. The urge to rip the plug out and let everything explode surged violently through him. Every slight movement sent sharp jolts of stimulation—he’d been hard for ages now, and the swollen head of his cock, brushing against his clothes, stung like hell. Hngh… His pale face flushed deep red.
Just then, the door to the training hall creaked open. The sound of startled gasps echoed around him as Eun-jo slowly lifted his head.
It was Park Se-yul.
The moment he stepped in, the entire room felt like it had been swallowed by his presence. With his neatly slicked-back hair and a face that looked like it had never known lust, he exuded a cold, pristine aura. Silver-framed glasses added a sharp edge to his expression.
“Holy shit…”
“Should we sue the magazine photographer? He looks way better in person.”
“They must’ve made him team leader just for his face. No way. Can I apply too?”
“Not a chance.”
Whispers buzzed among the new Espers, mostly the younger ones, their voices barely suppressed. But even through the noise, Park Se-yul walked with unshaken calm, as if the path to Eun-jo was his rightful place. Without a word, he grabbed a nearby chair, pulled it over, and sat down across from him.
“Thought it’d be better if you had a partner.”
He explained his presence with that single line and then stared forward in silence, waiting—for every last voice to die out.
Once the room was utterly still, only then did he move. Reaching across the table, he set down a cup of coffee.
“You’re demonstrating Team Guiding, right? Then let’s put it to the test.”
“……”
“Guide Yeo Eun-jo.”
He pushed the coffee closer, his tone sharp with unspoken command. Eun-jo bit his lower lip hard. Of course, he understood.
The bastard had sealed off all escape routes. He had to know Eun-jo was already at his limit. And now, this—coffee? The hell kind of twisted pervert… Eyes flushed with heat and frustration, Eun-jo glared at him. But Park Se-yul only tilted his chin toward the cup.
“Drink.”
There was no choice. Eun-jo could tell—Park Se-yul wasn’t going to let him off easy. Resigned, he reached for the cup. It had already cooled to the perfect temperature, ready to drink in one go. Every little detail was calculated. That alone made the pressure in his lower abdomen tighten even more.
“…Thank you. I’ll drink it, Team Leader.”
“Good.”
Like he was drinking poison, Eun-jo shut his eyes tight and downed the entire cup. Not a drop was left. Park Se-yul watched him with a faint smile, amused, then pushed the table away to make space.
“Team Guiding starts with physical contact.”
His voice was smooth and measured as he reached for Eun-jo’s hand.
“For example, Guiding through the hands…”
His long fingers slid down Eun-jo’s wrist. Gently lifting the sleeve, his touch trailed along the skin until his hand closed softly around his forearm.
He pulled Eun-jo in.
Eun-jo’s flushed, dazed face leaned in closer, the blush under his eyes darkening like he was seconds away from coming undone. His pupils were dilated, lips slightly parted. As their eyes met—one pair desperate, the other focused—Park Se-yul guided him onto his lap.
“…And moves to more intimate forms of contact.”
“……”
“The closer the contact, the stronger the response. Non-contact methods just aren’t efficient.”
As their bodies pressed together, someone in the back audibly gasped. The room was full of fresh Espers, most of them still holding onto fantasies about the noble connection between Espers and Guides. And the pair they were watching—Park Se-yul and Yeo Eun-jo—were plastered across magazine covers, the nation’s most beloved “perfect match.”
But for Eun-jo, there was nothing dreamy about this.
“Team Leader… nnngh…”
He really couldn’t hold it anymore. Being cradled in Park Se-yul’s lap only made it worse. The pressure in his lower half surged unbearably, and Eun-jo squirmed, trembling as he whimpered in desperation.
“Please… ngh, no… I can’t…”
Afraid he might lose it completely, Eun-jo trembled. Park Se-yul wrapped an arm firmly around his waist, steadying him with a whisper low in his ear.
“If you don’t want to embarrass yourself and make a mess, then you’d better hold it.”
“Hnn… ah, mm…”
“Wait. Stay still.”
His hand slipped down with practiced subtlety, pressing into Eun-jo’s lower abdomen where no one could see. Hhngh…! Eun-jo bit down on a whimper and buried his face against Park Se-yul’s shoulder.
Acting like nothing was wrong, Park Se-yul continued the lecture as calmly as ever, holding Eun-jo close like they were just playing nice. He felt every twitch and shudder of Eun-jo’s body—but didn’t let up one bit.
This is insane… hnnngh…
If he really did what he was told—sat there obediently and waited—he’d lose consciousness for sure. The image of himself, clinging helplessly to Park Se-yul while gushing all over his lap, flashed through his mind. Eun-jo clenched his teeth. If that happened, word would spread like wildfire—regional center, headquarters, everywhere.
This was punishment. Park Se-yul’s version of it. And punishment always meant something had gone wrong. Some rule had been broken.
If I want this to stop, I need to admit what I did.
He had to understand what he’d done before he could be forgiven. And the answer was obvious. Right before this… he’d been with Jin Mu-seong.
Through ragged breaths, Eun-jo looked up at Park Se-yul’s sharp jawline. Then, voice trembling, he called out quietly.
“Team Leader… ngh…”
Park Se-yul glanced down at him. That piercing, commanding gaze swept over him from above. Eun-jo opened his mouth, shame burning on his tongue.
“I’m sorry… I let someone else touch me. I spread my legs like it was nothing…”
“……”
“Please… let me come… please… hnnngh…”
That was the answer he’d been looking for.
Something shifted in Park Se-yul’s eyes. Silently, he brought the back of his hand to Eun-jo’s forehead, checking his temperature.
“You’ve got a fever.”
He turned toward Kim Dan-seop, who was overseeing the session, and gave a small flick of his chin.
“Postpone the training until this afternoon.”
And without another word, Park Se-yul lifted Eun-jo into his arms and carried him out of the room. The lecture had ended abruptly, but no one complained. They were too mesmerized by the way the two clung to each other so intimately.
All except for one.
“Fuck this…”
Kim Min-jae watched them leave, biting at his nail in frustration.
He never even looked at me. Not once. So why the hell now?
Park Se-yul had always let things slide—even when Kim Min-jae crossed lines. As long as things stayed efficient, he didn’t care who was doing the Guiding.
So what the hell changed?
Grinding his teeth, Kim Min-jae pulled his phone out from his pocket and dialed a number. He kept his voice low, making sure no one could hear.
