“There are two holes… one on top, two on the bottom, and one in each hand. That makes five. Sounds about right, doesn’t it? You’d enjoy that too, wouldn’t you?”
He probably wasn’t being serious. He couldn’t have actually meant it would feel good.
Still, he couldn’t stop the image from forming in his mind—him, obediently taking five cocks at once: one in his mouth, two in my hands, and two in his hole.
“Ugh…”
A wave of nausea hit him.
At least the S-class Espers in the mansion had names he recognized, faces he could tolerate.
But these men… these faceless strangers wore masks, their identities hidden—only their dicks visible. How was he supposed to know what kind of monsters were hiding underneath those masks?
“Where do you think you’re going?”
The Espers began climbing onto the bed one after another.
In a panic, Lee Haru shoved the mattress with his elbow, trying to flee, but one of them grabbed him by the hair and yanked hard.
Wincing in pain, Haru grabbed the Esper’s wrist with both hands, but another hand reached for him.
Pop, pop—
With just a few flicks, the buttons on Haru’s shirt snapped off and scattered.
He bitterly regretted that morning, when he’d only thrown on a shirt. If he’d known this would happen, he would’ve layered himself in ten shirts, at least.
Now, as his pale body lay fully exposed, a spark ignited in the Espers’ eyes.
“No, don’t…!”
The atmosphere shifted.
Though Haru struggled, the same men who had so easily stripped him of his shirt now pulled his pants down without hesitation.
In mere seconds, he was left in nothing but his underwear—surrounded, watched, and bare.
He tried to clamp his legs together, but they were wrenched apart immediately.
It felt like hundreds of ants were crawling over his skin.
The hands pinning down his limbs made his head spin.
Shame surged, and tears welled in his eyes.
When a strange finger hooked into the waistband of his underwear, Haru thrashed with all the strength he had.
“Let go of me…!”
The Espers’ grip tightened, so forceful it felt like his joints might pop out of place.
But he couldn’t stop fighting back.
Thud—
It was no use. The blow landed hard.
He wasn’t sure if it was a palm or a fist—whatever it was, it struck like a hammer to the side of his face.
Heat exploded from his nose. Just one hit, and his vision was already blurring. His cheek began to swell rapidly.
Cough, cough…
Dry, hacking coughs tore out of him.
His lungs seized up, and his throat felt scraped raw like it had been dragged over sandpaper.
“Finally, it shut up.”
“Tch. What a waste of a pretty face.”
“Let’s hurry this up. Who’s taking the bottom?”
“Obviously me.”
Their vulgar voices battered his eardrums. Tears streamed from his tightly shut eyes.
He hated this. Every part of him screamed in protest. His body trembled uncontrollably beneath their touch.
For the first time since ending up in this body, Lee Haru wanted to give up on life.
One of them grabbed his face roughly.
His knees were forced wide open, and his underwear was finally yanked down and discarded.
Now completely naked and fully exposed, surrounded by dozens of eyes, he almost wished they’d just hit him instead.
Why isn’t anyone coming to save me…?
Could Ji Yeon-woo not be the protagonist after all? Or maybe, even though he’d told the Espers about him, they just didn’t think Haru was worth rescuing?
The memory of the first day he came to the mansion flashed vividly through his mind.
He’d tried to act unbothered, tried to fake a calm demeanor—but it would’ve been a lie to say he wasn’t afraid.
They weren’t ordinary people. They were S-class Espers, each one radiating an undercurrent of killing intent.
Still, he’d tried to be friendly. To get along with them.
When Yu Je-hyun bought him good food, he thought—just maybe—someone had opened their heart to him.
I don’t want this. I hate it…
His whole body rejected what was happening. But to the men surrounding him, even that seemed like a turn-on.
Their breathing grew ragged. The hands gripping his limbs dug in even harder.
His legs were hoisted up, bending him in half.
Someone spat directly onto his entrance, and the sudden cold wetness hit him like a jolt.
Even with his eyes squeezed shut, he could feel everything.
Tears kept falling.
Boom—!
A deafening crash tore through the room. The locked door was hurled inward, mangled like it had been struck by a giant’s fist.
A large figure stepped over the ruined metal—no longer a door, just a heap of scrap.
His gray eyes blazed with murder. His handsome features twisted into something monstrous.
The sheer killing intent rolling off the S-class Esper froze the entire room.
The muscles under his black uniform rippled, barely contained by the fabric, each line of tension screaming power.
Yu Je-hyun narrowed his eyes and curled his lip.
“Fuck. I haven’t been this pissed in a long time.”
Seeing Lee Haru’s face—half of it swollen beyond recognition—set off a blaring red alarm in his head.
That bare, vulnerable body… one he hadn’t seen in so long… was now displayed before a crowd like some public spectacle. His trembling body was flushed with feverish breath.
“Guess that rumor about them not getting along was bullshit.”
Louis, a high-ranking member of Black and the one who had dragged Lee Haru here, muttered under his breath. Bringing Haru in had been a gamble from the start.
Sure, he was an S-grade Guide—but his reputation within the Association was abysmal. Whispers swirled that he clashed with every S-grade Esper he met.
Black had been eyeing Lee Haru for a long time. Long before he awakened as an S-grade Guide, their leader had stumbled upon Ji Yeon-woo and brought him into the fold.
But something had gone awry. The constant, excessive guiding seemed to have backfired. Ji Yeon-woo’s efficiency was deteriorating by the day.
Black was an organization made up entirely of Espers. Every Guide they had—like Ji Yeon-woo—had been abducted and forced into service.
They could get by with B-grade Guides, barely. But an S-grade? That was irreplaceable.
And their leader… due to the nature of his abilities, his Rampage Risk Index spiked faster than any other Esper. That made things worse.
Eventually, they had no choice but to assign Ji Yeon-woo exclusively to him. But even that was failing.
That’s why they took the risk—kidnapping Lee Haru. According to Black’s internal code, any newly acquired Guide had to be “sampled” by the entire group before being handed over to the leader.
However, while Lee Haru was unconscious, the leader had already drained him dry, sucking out his guiding energy like a leech. So the initiation ritual had to wait three days.
They had heard rumors that the leader had taken Lee Haru from Yu Je-hyun, but they never imagined he’d launch a full-scale raid on Black’s stronghold so soon.
What the hell were the entrance guards doing? Why hadn’t the alarm gone off when Yu Je-hyun broke in? Just as Louis clenched his jaw in frustration—
WEEEE-OOOHHHH—!
The security alarm finally shrieked through the air.
The guards at the entrance were supposed to check in with the situation room every ten minutes. If anything happened, they were to report it immediately.
The fact that the alarm was only blaring now meant one terrifying thing—Yu Je-hyun had made it all the way here in under ten minutes.
That monster…
Louis ground his teeth as he watched dozens of metallic bullets floating silently around Yu Je-hyun.
He wanted to fight. But he was only an A-grade Esper.
Among his peers, Louis had no rival. He could kill any A-grade without breaking a sweat. But going up against an S-grade was another story altogether.
And this wasn’t just any S-grade—Yu Je-hyun was enraged. He didn’t even need to get close; his fury radiated from him like a storm.
Louis had already ducked into cover the moment he felt that oppressive force emanating from the doorway.
Yu Je-hyun’s eyes—more beast than man—swept over the room with razor-sharp calculation.
He was counting bodies. Gauging threats. When his gaze landed on Louis, goosebumps prickled down his arms.
Instinctively, Louis suppressed his own aura. Yu Je-hyun was the kind of predator who would bite the strongest first, just to make a point.
No one dared move.
Everyone sensed it—if they so much as twitched, they’d be the first to die.
Ping— Ping— Ping—
But stillness didn’t guarantee safety.
Exactly as many metal bullets as there were people in the room suddenly launched—each one moving faster than the eye could follow.
Dozens of bullets sliced through the air, yet only a handful made any sound at all.
The Espers scrambled, activating their powers in panic. But it was no use. The bullets flew with eerie precision, as if each one were being guided individually.
“Keok…”
“Keuk…”
“Cough…”
A few managed to dodge. Barely. But not the ones near Lee Haru.
All five of them collapsed to the ground—each one with a clean hole drilled through the center of their forehead.
“…Shit.”
Louis had narrowly dodged. Just barely. A single bullet had buried itself into the wall behind him, and a deep spiderweb of cracks now bloomed outward from the impact point.
The wall was specially reinforced—designed to absorb most attacks from even high-level Espers.
Now it looked like a crumbling slab of cheap concrete, weeping dust and debris.
