I reincarnated as the youngest son of a major conglomerate.
Espers this, guides that—whatever. I was planning to live a carefree life as a wealthy slacker, but then a quest popped up.
[Protect national peace!
There are espers out there in dire need of your guiding.
If they go berserk, South Korea will be wiped off the map.
Hurry and guide them to keep the country safe.
Success: Survival
Failure: Death]
…Are you fucking kidding me?
What the hell kind of choice is that—of course I have to do it if it means staying alive.
But the moment I saw the list of soon-to-go-berserk espers kindly provided by the system, my attitude did a complete 180.
They’re all
exactly
my type.
***
Leaning both hands on the desk, I tilted toward my brother.
“They say… espers feel the best when they’re being guided.”
Our eyes met, barely a breath’s distance apart. Our exhales tangled in the space between us.
I turned my head and placed a kiss on his cheek with an audible
smooch
.
“It’s only good when there’s contact… right?”
“……”
His firm chest swelled, then sank with a breath.
A flicker of flame sparked in his obsidian eyes.
Survive With the Max Level Guide – Side Story 10 
