“…Sunbae?”
The one who stepped inside was Kim Yong-ha. I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep, and focused all my senses on him. He walked over slowly and sat down on the bed. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the slight dip of the mattress as he settled beside me.
“Still not awake, huh…”
His voice was soft—almost tender—and it drifted into my ears like a whisper meant only for me. I wanted to snap my eyes open and demand to know what the hell he was doing, but I couldn’t afford to risk it. Tied up like this, I had no idea what he might do next.
—Swish.
Then I felt it: a cold sensation brushing across my forehead.
I barely suppressed a flinch. His fingers stroked my forehead gently, as if afraid to leave a mark.
His touch was bizarrely delicate—like a lover quietly watching over someone they adored. It was absurd. This was the same man who had drugged me and tied me up. What kind of fantasy was he projecting onto me?
His hand, which had lingered on my forehead, slowly slid down. It passed over my eyelids, traced the bridge of my nose, and when it reached my lips, it stopped.
“…”
Even with my eyes shut, I could feel the weight of his gaze boring into me. It sent a chill down my spine.
His slender fingers began to trace the outline of my lips, again and again. The contact grew more intimate, more deliberate, until it felt like all my nerves were clustered around my mouth. How long was he planning to keep this up? Just as I was about to lose it, frozen with tension, a hot breath brushed against my ear.
“Haah…”
With that low sigh—like he was barely holding something back—his fingers finally stilled.
“Ugh…!”
Then, without warning, he shoved his fingers between my closed lips. I nearly snapped my mouth shut on instinct, but I forced myself to stay still. Whether he knew I was awake or not, Kim Yong-ha didn’t seem to care—he just kept pushing his fingers in, invading my mouth.
“Ugh, mmph…”
One finger became two, then more. They pushed deep, prodding every inch as if trying to memorize the shape of my mouth. He forced my jaw open, gripped my tongue, and even pulled at it as though trying to rip it out.
As his fingers dug in deeper, tears pricked the corners of my closed eyes.
I’m going to be sick.
The feeling of his skin scraping against my teeth and the roof of my mouth made bile rise in my throat. I barely managed to swallow it down—but I couldn’t take it anymore. There was no way I could lie there and let this continue.
Just as I was about to bite down and shove him off—
“Haah…”
Kim Yong-ha slowly withdrew his fingers from my mouth.
“Ha… sunbae…”
His hand started drifting lower.
A wave of dread hit me, and I shot my eyes open, lunging to grab his wrist. But he was faster. He yanked on the chains first.
“Kim Yong-ha!”
“Did you sleep well, sunbae?”
He met my panicked voice with calm indifference, looping the chains around the bed frame. My arms were pulled up above my head—completely restrained.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“…I didn’t plan to start right away, but… seeing you lying there like that made me curious.”
“…?”
“About how far you’ve gone with that Esper.”
What the hell is he talking about…?
“We saw you two kissing the other day. Did it go beyond that?”
He tilted his head slightly, directing his gaze lower. I could feel exactly where his hot, sticky eyes were lingering, and I immediately shouted.
“Kim Yong-ha, untie me right now!”
But he didn’t listen. His hand landed on the front of my pants. In one swift motion, he undid my belt and pulled down my underwear, exposing what no one else had ever seen.
Humiliation surged through me, my face flushing red.
“W-What do you think you’re—”
As his hand moved toward my exposed flesh, I bent my knees and twisted my body to the side. But with the chains binding me, even that was difficult. Kim Yong-ha didn’t seem the least bit bothered. He calmly stroked my thigh and murmured:
“We don’t have much time, so I can’t go all the way… but I’ll make you feel good.”
With that, he climbed onto the bed.
The old frame creaked beneath his weight.
Before I knew it, he was nestled between my legs.
“Ah!”
Before I could resist, Kim Yong-ha’s hand wrapped around my cock.
A violent shudder coursed through me, and I jerked back in revulsion. But with my limbs bound, I couldn’t put up any real fight. And Kim Yong-ha, planted firmly between my legs, showed no sign of backing off.
His touch was unnervingly bold—yet disturbingly gentle. As his hand slowly moved upward from beneath my scrotum, I felt myself involuntarily hardening.
“Sunbae, can you see it? It’s getting hard.”
That voice—low, thick with heat—made my skin crawl. It didn’t sound like the Kim Yong-ha I used to know. No, this was something else entirely. It sounded just like the twisted, corrupted version I’d only read about in books.
“You feel it too, don’t you? You do. My touch… it feels good, doesn’t it?”
I shook my head frantically, denying his words. I didn’t want to admit it—didn’t want to give him that satisfaction—but the truth was undeniable. That electric tingling, spreading from my toes to my scalp, was already betraying me.
Kim Yong-ha leaned in close, his whisper hot and vulgar in my ear.
“Just a little touch and you’re already like this. Your body’s so lewd, sunbae. I wonder if that Esper of yours knows about this side of you… I wish I was the only one who did. I’m so jealous.”
“Stop… stop it…”
But his hand only moved faster, betraying the calmness of his voice. The subtle tingling that had been creeping across my body ignited into a wave of heat. His slow, rhythmic strokes forced my cock to rise helplessly under his touch.
“Ah, uh…”
His fingers traced the shaft, then circled the tip—soft, insistent, torturously thorough. A tremor shot down to the tips of my toes, and despite clenching my teeth, a moan slipped out.
Hearing it, Kim Yong-ha’s hand sped up even more. Soon, slick, obscene sounds filled the room. My toes curled from the mounting pleasure.
“Hah, ah… uh!”
It had been so long since I’d been touched like this, the climax came too fast. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, my mouth fell open, and with a sharp gasp, a sticky white spurt erupted from my body.
Still dazed, barely catching my breath from the aftershocks, I heard Kim Yong-ha’s voice again.
“Sunbae… how was it? Did it feel good?”
Did it feel good?
How could he ask me that?
I clenched my jaw and said nothing. I refused to give him the satisfaction.
Seeing me silent, Kim Yong-ha leaned in, locking eyes with me. His eyes—once soft and clear—were now burning with desire, utterly corrupted.
“I’ll do more… when I come back next time.”
Next time?
Avoiding my gaze, he casually wiped me clean with a tissue, redressed me, and turned toward the door without another word.
Clack.
The door slammed shut behind him, followed by the sound of the lock turning into place.
“Hah…”
Left alone, a deep, weary sigh escaped my lips. If I had known it would end like this, I never would’ve pretended to be asleep.
Whatever had happened to him, Kim Yong-ha was clearly no longer the same. Something had gone terribly wrong. I’d tried so hard to help him avoid falling into that dark path—and this was how he repaid me?
It was infuriating. It was heartbreaking.
And if I stay like this, it’s only going to get worse.
The look in his eyes… it wasn’t normal. I had to escape, no matter what. If I didn’t, there really would be a next time.
I will get out of here. No matter what it takes.
I scanned the room, eyes sharp with renewed determination.
***
It had been a while since Kim Seong-gyeong last visited the Guide Center. His body was still aching from the endless dungeon expeditions, but the thought of seeing Hwang Seol-bin again was enough to push the fatigue away.
How long has it been since I last saw him? I’ve missed him…
With each step toward Seol-bin’s guiding room, Seong-gyeong’s heart beat a little faster. He wasn’t even sure whether it was the guiding or just the idea of seeing Seol-bin again that had him so flustered. He just wanted to see him again—see that familiar expression, lips bitten in barely restrained excitement, and feel his warm hands gently clasping his own.
I’m here!
Once he reached the door, Seong-gyeong paused to calm himself. He didn’t want to look disheveled when he stepped inside. He smoothed out his appearance, slowed his breathing, and knocked.
“…?”
But there was no response. No welcoming voice from inside.
Frowning, he knocked again. Still nothing.
Just in case, he tried the doorknob—and to his surprise, it turned. The door wasn’t locked.
“Seol-bin?”
He peeked inside carefully. The room was empty—spotless and quiet.
That’s strange… Seol-bin’s never late for a session.
Though confused, he decided to wait. He hadn’t come all this way just to leave empty-handed.
Taking his usual seat, Kim Seong-gyeong sat down and waited.
Then suddenly—bang!
The door burst open.
Startled, he looked up, expecting to see Seol-bin—but it wasn’t him.
“Hwang Seol-bin!”
The man standing in the doorway had bronze-toned skin and curly hair. It was Kang Biso—the Esper he’d met before in the dungeon.
He remembered him vividly. The guy had clung to Seol-bin’s side and watched Seong-gyeong with wary eyes.
“…Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Kang Biso’s face twisted in a scowl. The sweetness he’d shown around Seol-bin was gone, replaced by an openly hostile glare. So this was his real face, huh?
Seol-bin should know what this guy’s really like.
Calmly, Seong-gyeong responded.
“I came for a guiding session with Seol-bin-ssi. Who are you?”
The moment he finished, Kang Biso’s eyes darted around the room—clearly searching.
He’s looking for Seol-bin too?
But Seol-bin wasn’t just running late. Something about Biso’s expression… the urgency in his movements… it wasn’t normal.
Then the question came, sharp and heavy.
“Where’s Hwang Seol-bin?”
The air grew tense. Dread started to pool in Seong-gyeong’s chest. Among Espers, a missing guide usually meant one thing—trouble.
“There was no one here when I arrived.”
“…Damn it. That bastard guide—!”
Kang Biso cursed under his breath and stormed out of the room.
Startled but suspicious, Kim Seong-gyeong followed.
Hwang Seol-bin was gone.
And Kang Biso was desperate to find him.
Something’s wrong.
He could only hope it was nothing serious. But deep down, he knew better. With a racing heart, Kim Seong-gyeong chased after the Esper who had vanished down the hall.
