A heavy sensation spread from his lower body.
Seo Eui-woo pulled Kwon Jae-jin’s hand toward him and pressed a kiss to the back of it before breaking into a feral grin.
“I admit I’m an unusual case, but an Esper’s instincts are fundamentally the same. Anyone who touches you will crave you.”
The lips pressing against the back of his hand trailed downward, leaving firm kisses along each knuckle, as if marking their territory.
When he reached the tip of Jae-jin’s fingers, he tilted his head at an angle. Without hesitation, he parted his lips and took a finger into his mouth. It was the fourth finger. His left ring finger, of all things.
The finger swallowed into his mouth twitched involuntarily. The heat was overwhelming.
“Ugh!”
“Hoo….”
Seo Eui-woo looked up, his eyes burning red, and moved his tongue. The soft, wet muscle pressed firmly against the neatly trimmed, square-edged nail, rubbing it insistently. When he flicked the tip, the imprint of the nail was left indented in his tongue.
Kwon Jae-jin was trapped between the wall and Seo Eui-woo, completely immobilized. With no room to move, pulling his hand away was an impossible task. Which meant all he could do was stare with wide, piercing eyes as his ring finger disappeared into Eui-woo’s mouth.
As his finger was sucked and swallowed, his arm was steadily pulled closer.
His breathing grew ragged.
To make matters worse, the loose-fitting hospital gown he was wearing—a standard design meant to accommodate any body type—had oversized sleeves.
The fabric gradually slipped down, exposing his wrist.
Seo Eui-woo had only taken in a single finger, yet it felt as though his entire forearm was being consumed by him.
Jae-jin struggled to protest.
“I… I only thought… it could be a useful approach.”
He understood why Seo Eui-woo was angry. But Jae-jin had his own reasons, too. He hadn’t spoken without consideration.
“If we guide through hand-holding—ugh—rather than mucous membrane contact, won’t it overturn the rigid preconception that guiding requires it? Even if someone is a mutant, they wouldn’t feel repulsed by guiding this way, which means there would be no reason for them to be executed.”
And if that happened… the world would truly change.
Seo Eui-woo could attempt a top-down restructuring by using mental manipulation on the leadership, but Kwon Jae-jin’s method was a revolution from the ground up.
An awakening of the oppressed, initiated by the awakened themselves…
So the world would be overturned…
“If my guiding truly enhances an Esper’s abilities… then everything will change. Esper combat power will increase, fighting creatures will become easier, casualties will decrease, and there could even be a chain reaction—raising the average lifespan of Awakened, most of whom die young…”
“…….”
Through the strands of his disheveled black hair, a seething gaze met his own.
Seo Eui-woo was glaring at Kwon Jae-jin, his eyes so wild with fury they seemed on the verge of snapping. His expression was one of despair—like he wanted to devour Jae-jin whole.
His irises, murky and dark like a swamp, were so black they could only be compared to pitch. Buried deep within that gray abyss was an unfiltered cry of instinct.
“Ah… is that so?”
Seo Eui-woo spat out his finger.
If he held on any longer, he might lose control and bite down, crushing the delicate, precious flesh between his teeth.
“I see… So that’s what you were thinking. Well, it does make sense.”
His whispering voice was low and ominous, sinking into a tone so chilling it sent a shiver down the spine.
“But tell me, do you really think it’ll go that smoothly?”
As if he had just imagined something horrifying, Seo Eui-woo’s expression twisted in despair. That flawless, beautiful face contorted with overflowing rage and agony.
His furrowed gaze was murderous.
In his mind, he was tearing those Espers apart, slaughtering them.
“Do you really think it’ll stop at just holding hands?”
His fingers slipped beneath the loose sleeve of Jae-jin’s hospital gown, forcing their way inside. Even though he was merely grazing the skin, his grip was so intense that it felt like he was clawing into him.
“Even if they start with just a hand, they’ll want more. Your arms, your chest, your waist, your ass…”
With a wild glint in his eyes, he grabbed the collar of Jae-jin’s gown and yanked it open. The loosely tied garment fell apart, exposing one side of his bare chest.
When Seo Eui-woo had dressed him earlier, he had tightly knotted the waist strap, and now it was digging painfully into Jae-jin’s flesh. The deep indentation left behind would surely bruise.
Eui-woo’s rough hands seized Jae-jin’s firm, muscular chest, kneading it forcefully enough to lift the flesh.
At the same time, he ground his fully erect lower body against him, making it obvious—shoving it against him as if demanding he acknowledge it.
He let out a sickening, mocking laugh, lowering his gaze.
“And then what? If not skin-to-skin contact, they’ll crave mucous membrane contact next.”
His heated stare lingered just below Jae-jin’s navel.
But Seo Eui-woo wasn’t looking at his stomach.
No, he was staring straight through it—at the soft, hidden flesh inside. The place that tormented him with unbearable, maddening desire.
“I want to pin you down, spread you open, and fuck you until I tear you apart… I want to shove my cock inside that tight hole and split you open…”
His breath came in ragged gasps.
“Every single fucking Esper who holds your hand will be consumed by that exact same urge.”
“…….”
“And in case you’ve somehow forgotten, let me remind you…”
Seo Eui-woo leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerously low murmur.
“An Awakened’s guiding is…”
Seo Eui-woo paused for a moment.
Then, as if he couldn’t bear it any longer, he clenched his fists, his forearm trembling violently.
With no other outlet for his fury, he slammed his fist into the wall.
“……!”
Boom!
A deafening crash echoed as the thick steel wall crumpled and shattered under the impact. The sheer force of his uncontrolled ability sent tremors through the bunker, as if threatening to bring it down.
Blood dripped from his knuckles, pooling and splattering onto the floor. And yet, the veins bulging angrily along his arm showed no sign of subsiding.
“Eui-woo! Your hand! Where’s your healing factor?!”
“An Awakened’s guiding is…”
“You’re bleeding! Look at your damn hand—what the hell are you doing?! Are you out of your mind? Self-harm—”
Kwon Jae-jin, flustered, frantically searched for the healing factor.
But Seo Eui-woo didn’t care. He paid no attention to his mangled fist, as if it were the least of his concerns. His focus was locked onto one thing and one thing only.
With a furious motion, Seo Eui-woo tore at Jae-jin’s lower body.
The loose hospital gown fell open, exposing his bare legs. Since Jae-jin had removed his briefs earlier for the examination, there was nothing left to cover him. The space between his legs was completely exposed.
Then, as if he might rip them apart, Seo Eui-woo yanked open the front of his own pants.
Something massive and rigid sprung free, slapping heavily against his lower abdomen.
Shockingly, without any foreplay—without even the pretense of preparation—Seo Eui-woo pressed his cock directly against the inside of Jae-jin’s thigh.
And yet, Jae-jin still didn’t grasp what was happening.
He trusted Seo Eui-woo down to his very bones. It wasn’t just anyone—this was Seo Eui-woo. He would never do something like this to him.
So rather than thinking about the burning flesh pressed against him, all Jae-jin focused on was the blood dripping from Seo Eui-woo’s fist.
“…How do you think those bastards will treat you?”
Seo Eui-woo forcibly spread Jae-jin’s legs apart. His grip was rough—far rougher than usual—causing Jae-jin to lose his balance and slip against the wall.
Before he could recover, Seo Eui-woo caught him, pushing him down onto the floor.
Jae-jin felt something blunt and hot pressing against his ass.
Even then, the thought never crossed his mind.
Not even for a second did he believe that Seo Eui-woo would force himself inside him.
“Ugh.”
His legs were splayed wide open, and a heavy pressure mounted from behind.
Seo Eui-woo was leaning in with his full weight, forcing the thick head of his cock against the tightly shut folds of his entrance.
The sealed, dry ring of muscle resisted, but the pressure only increased.
The tender flesh strained, screaming in silent agony.
“…Ah, agh!”
Jae-jin’s black eyes shook as if caught in an earthquake.
He couldn’t believe what was happening.
For so long, he had lived detached from pain, almost forgetting what it meant to truly hurt.
He had experienced mild aches, dull soreness, fleeting discomfort—but this was different.
This was raw, unfiltered agony.
Like his flesh was being torn apart.
His limbs went rigid, his heart seemed to stop, and his emotions spiraled into chaos—shock, betrayal, disbelief.
It felt like he might burst into tears at any moment.
Kwon Jae-jin was frozen in place, unable to do anything.
He didn’t even attempt to resist. He didn’t have the presence of mind to.
He was in complete panic.
Seo Eui-woo kept pressing forward, forcing his way against an entrance that refused to yield. Then, abruptly, he stopped.
He stared down at Jae-jin, his gaze piercing, burning.
He hadn’t pushed in.
But he had come dangerously close.
The hypersensitive flesh throbbed, stinging and raw, as if it had been on the verge of tearing. A little more, and it would have ripped open, bleeding.
“…This is what it is. And you expect me to hold back?”
Seo Eui-woo let out a ragged breath, his voice heavy with strain.
Then, suddenly, he pulled Jae-jin into an embrace.
It was desperate. Clinging.
Given the situation, Jae-jin should have been the one crying.
And yet, it was Seo Eui-woo whose eyes were damp.
His breath hitched as he sobbed softly, his body trembling. His neck, taut with tension, flexed as he shook his head over and over.
“I… I… I can’t…”
“…….”
“This isn’t right. It’s unacceptable. It is, isn’t it…?”
“…….”
“It’s… too much. It hurts too much. Hhkk…”
