Dr. Kwak couldn’t help but ask herself, Why the hell am I watching this? The question made her feel utterly pathetic.
Insertion Guiding wasn’t unusual around here. In fact, it happened frequently. But the Awakened in this facility were all heavily indoctrinated—passive and compliant. Because of that, even when Insertion Guiding was performed, it felt mechanical. Dry. It was just Guiding—nothing more, nothing less.
So she’d never found it particularly unpleasant. But those two beasts… they were starting to bother him.
Did she really need to observe this process so closely?
The two were now lying in bed, kissing with desperate urgency. They were devouring each other, like they were running out of time—as if something were chasing them. There was an almost frantic hunger in the way they touched and moved.
Everything had started to shift once the Guide’s mental state began to deteriorate. Sure, they’d deliberately placed him in a maddening environment—but he’d broken down far faster than anyone had expected. And Subject K was clearly reveling in the chaos.
This facility could sustain up to five open Gates at once. Any more, and the infrastructure wouldn’t hold. That limit was what kept them from pushing K any further.
Subject K had managed to close five Gates without triggering a Rampage. Realistically, they’d need to open ten to push him to his limits.
But even Dr. Kwak knew—that was a line they must never cross. They’d come too far. They couldn’t afford to destroy everything now.
Over time, Subject K had become skilled at handling those five Gates. Recently, he’d even started raising his danger levels intentionally—just to be sent back to his Guide more quickly. He was truly an infuriating subject.
Dr. Kwak had explained, again and again, just how vital K’s Erasure-type ability was. If they could analyze it, reproduce it—maybe even create another Esper with the same power—it could save humanity. She’d said it so often his mouth went dry. And still, Subject K didn’t react. Not once.
He only responded to his Guide.
It was enough to drive Dr. Kwak to the brink.
It had been seven days since the two started behaving like beasts. The Guide’s condition had worsened considerably. These days, he wasn’t sleeping—he was passing out, only to wake up later as if from a blackout.
Dr. Kwak had considered giving him sedatives, but strangely enough, after Subject K visited, the Guide was able to get a few hours of real sleep. That alone kept her from intervening.
Dr. Jeong had suggested the cause was likely psychological. The Esper’s presence may have been stabilizing enough to give the Guide some measure of peace. Dr. Kwak accepted that reasoning.
Mentally, the Guide was fragile. Physically, he wasn’t doing much better—his appetite had dropped, and his condition was visibly deteriorating. It was no stretch to assume he was relying heavily on the Esper for support.
Truthfully, Dr. Kwak wanted to study the Guide—someone capable of successfully Guiding a monster like Subject K. But whenever she even hinted at it, K would spike his wavelength so violently that no one could get close. It was frustrating beyond belief.
“Mmnh…”
Seon Juho bit down on Lee Tae-rim’s lips again, irritated that Tae-rim kept getting distracted by the sounds of people nearby. A quiet moan escaped Tae-rim from the sting. Juho, always able to read Tae-rim’s mood through his pheromones with eerie precision, clearly wasn’t happy with his wandering focus.
Juho’s movements had become practiced, confident—his tongue exploring Tae-rim’s mouth with ease. In the beginning, it had just been frantic kisses—sloppy, rushed, urgent. But now, there was a certain rhythm. A slow-burning intensity. Tae-rim, too, had found some composure. What used to overwhelm him was now something he could handle. He even had the mental space to drift off into other thoughts.
Naturally, that made Juho more mischievous.
“Juho, hey… ha…”
Tae-rim’s head was swimming, his body thick with pheromones. The occasional awareness of someone else nearby still made him tense, but every time that happened, Juho bit his lips again, dragging Tae-rim’s attention back to him—until Juho was the only thing left in his world.
Kissing Juho felt intoxicating. His pheromones—belonging to an Alpha teetering between adolescence and manhood—had a strangely irresistible charm. Fresh and boyish, but already tinged with the pull of mature seduction. It was more than enough to unravel Tae-rim’s senses.
The kiss grew deeper. Juho’s hand roamed over Tae-rim’s chest, fingers teasing and pinching his nipples. Tae-rim flinched each time, gripping Juho’s shoulders tightly.
As an Omega, his nipples had been sensitive by default. But now, as a Beta, that sensitivity should’ve disappeared. He didn’t even touch them during masturbation anymore. And yet, when Juho touched him, it sent sharp jolts through his body—like his body still remembered what it once was. A groan escaped his throat, almost like a whimper.
Every time Tae-rim made a sound, Juho ground against him, their hips pressing together. His cock was rock-hard, the heat radiating through the fabric between them.
Tae-rim was just as hard. Juho didn’t stop moving his hips—he clearly wanted to feel every inch of it. The way his waist rolled, up and down, was deeply instinctual. Tae-rim shuddered—only two layers of thin fabric separated them from giving in entirely.
Because the fabric was so thin, Juho’s cock felt especially threatening—real. But mixed in with that edge of fear was something else—something thrilling that sent chills down Tae-rim’s spine.
He’d thought that, with his body changed, the instincts of an Omega would’ve disappeared. But apparently, that wasn’t true. Being the one to receive an Alpha’s advances felt almost natural now. If he were still an Omega, his front and back would’ve been soaked through, dripping, making filthy squelching noises.
But no matter how hot or turned on he got, Tae-rim couldn’t let himself come. Not with someone else around. Even if they didn’t care, he wasn’t about to let them see that.
Whether Juho knew or not, he kept grinding into him, tongue tangling deeply with his own. Tae-rim knew he should stop this. But he couldn’t. He held onto Juho tighter instead. The pleasure was too good. Too addicting.
“Enough!”
Whether it was luck or misfortune, a woman’s voice suddenly rang out through the hallway, sharp and echoing, just before Juho’s hips could start moving even harder.
“Ugh.”
Juho clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. Tae-rim gasped for breath, lips finally breaking free.
“See you later, Hyung.”
“Y-Yeah…”
Juho finally pulled away, looking down at Tae-rim’s flushed face with a touch of regret. He planted a few kisses on him before sliding off the bed. Tae-rim brought both hands up to cover his eyes.
Even now, Juho’s bulge was straining against his clothes. The gown he wore was loose, but it didn’t matter—his presence was overwhelming, blatant. He wasn’t hiding anything.
In every sense of the word, Seon Juho was a true Alpha.
***
As always, Seon Juho stepped out beyond the bars, his cock fully erect, straining against the fabric of his clothes—making no effort to hide it. It swayed with each step, thick and obvious, but he didn’t care. His attention remained completely fixed on Lee Tae-rim, who was still lying on the bed with his face buried in his hands.
Tae-rim, flushed with embarrassment, looked unbearably cute. So cute that Juho wanted to turn around and pounce on him all over again.
Blushing at the sight of someone else’s erection—that was the normal response. Tae-rim was acting like a proper human being. It was Juho who was strange for not giving a damn who saw him. But he understood why. He knew no one here treated him like a person. That’s why he stopped caring a long time ago.
Without hesitation, Juho bypassed the lab and headed straight to his own room. The woman nearby shot him a sideways glance—one that clearly said, Get it over with already—before vanishing down the corridor.
The moment he got back to his room, Juho pulled out his cock, painfully hard, and immediately started jerking himself off. The feel of Tae-rim’s body—those soft, sensitive spots rubbing against him earlier—was still driving him crazy. What he really wanted was to tear Tae-rim’s clothes off and see everything for himself.
Sure, a cock was a cock—how different could one really be from another? But something told Juho that Tae-rim’s would look incredible. Just the thought had his mouth watering. He licked the remnants of Tae-rim’s saliva from his lips and stroked himself harder, fingers working the ridge between the glans and shaft. It didn’t take long for the first climax to hit.
But it wasn’t nearly enough.
He couldn’t get the image of Tae-rim’s cock out of his head—stiff and tenting his clothes. Was Tae-rim thinking about him right now? Stroking himself the same way? What kind of face would he make when he came?
The thought alone had Juho throbbing all over again. He kept going, faster this time.
But then his eyes flicked toward the room’s surveillance cameras, and rage boiled up inside him. Yeah… before I leave, I need to gouge out the eyes of every bastard who saw Tae-rim like that. No one else was allowed to see him like that—no one but Juho.
Lately, the urge to escape had been growing stronger. It wasn’t just a passing thought anymore—it was becoming a serious desire.
The fact that Tae-rim got aroused because of him—that made Juho ecstatic. But the idea that someone else might see that? Might witness Tae-rim like that? Unacceptable. He didn’t want Tae-rim touching himself at all. Selfishly, childishly, he couldn’t stand the idea. The jealousy was eating him alive.
That right finish this ml kick their ass