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He didn’t even have the will to respond. While feeling anger was a natural reaction, another switch kept flickering. That was a sensation Jae-il truly hated. Not wanting to be played by this man’s tune any longer, Jae-il pushed his chest away. At that, Seung-hyun shook his head violently and looked like he was about to cry. He was just grinning a moment ago. What is this. Jae-il bit his lower lip hard again.

“Let’s not drift apart.”

Fuck. The curse that had been boiling inside him burst out loud.

“I was wrong. I won’t touch your eyes.”

“That’s not the prob….”

Emotion rarely overflowed on Jae-il’s face as his words trailed off. It was because Seung-hyun had recklessly hugged him again.

Seung-hyun, unable to balance himself alone, was relying entirely on Jae-il. He hugged Jae-il’s neck, stroked the back of his head, and rubbed his cheek. Naturally, the energy was quickly sucked into him. Jae-il couldn’t think about what came next in his embrace. From the moment he recognized the sweet and fragrant body scent, his mind went blank. This was his first time experiencing such guiding. He had never encountered guiding that was this rude yet gentle.

“Our Won’s eyes were pretty too.”

“…….”

Jae-il’s gaze shifted toward the area of Seung-hyun’s cheek. It was because he had mentioned a stranger’s name, and the [stolen content]relaxed, playful behavior had suddenly stopped. As the hand stroking the back of his head fell away, the man’s body began to tremble faintly. Seung-hyun was pressing down on his eyelids so hard they looked sunken. It was as if he were blocking tears from leaking out.

“I… have to sleep….”

A water-logged voice barely escaped, and the man’s body collapsed in an instant.

* * *

When Seung-hyun woke up the next day, his body felt light. He stretched, let out a big yawn, and looked around. He was alone in the room, and the spot beside him was empty. Soon, the sound of a door opening was heard. The man entered the edge of Seung-hyun’s vision.

Jae-il, who had entered through the door, had wet hair. It seemed he had already showered. Scanning the area around his body, Seung-hyun felt inwardly relieved. Seeing the energy that was considerably looser than yesterday, he felt he had done his job.

“Good morning.”

Seung-hyun bowed his head. The man would likely respond in a formal tone.

“…….”

“…….”

But it was strange. The man just stared at him intently without stolen contentRead on Read BL NovelsEND: stolen content -->saying a word. Did he have something to say? As he just stared blankly, the man clicked his tongue and turned around to leave. In that moment, he saw a monster sprout sharply on the man’s shoulder.

‘Huh?’

Seung-hyun’s heart sank at the sight. He hurriedly racked his brain. He traced back yesterday, but there was nothing special. No, he fell asleep right away. What is it? Other than a slightly sad dream, there was really nothing. Then the man appeared again. His expression was still stiff. After wetting his lower lip once, he hesitated for a moment.

“Let’s eat.”

At the voice uttered reluctantly, Seung-hyun turned pale.

I’ve done something wrong again.

* * *

The morning schedule only included Joy. If it wasn’t with Rowan, the first Esper that Joy, who was of Poker rank, would be in charge of today was Go Jung-yeol….

Joy, touching the tablet, frowned.

“I don’t know why this bastard isn’t dead yet.”

If there are low-life Guides, there are bound to be low-life Espers as well. They engaged in a different kind of eccentricity compared to the Guides who, [visit [stolen content]our site]if they couldn’t [visit our site]secure dominance, would break an Esper’s ego just to bring them to their knees.

The channel between a Guide and an Esper usually forms between the solar plexus and the lower abdomen, or at the pubic bone. Guiding inevitably triggers a rut, and a normal Esper would politely ask for understanding and either have sex or touch the Guide’s body within a range that didn’t make them uncomfortable. In such cases, the upper limit was usually wrapping an arm around the waist or maintaining skin-to-skin contact. However, some malicious Espers boldly skipped this process and coerced their Guides into pseudo-sexual acts.

They openly displayed their sexual desire for the Guide. They moved simply according to instinct. If they had any reason, they should have known how to suppress it, but they lunged forward as if being prone to a Rampage was some kind of entitlement. Since desires often reach a peak during guiding, if one lost the power struggle for even a moment, they had no choice but to grant the winner’s demands. Furthermore, because of the principle of mutual arousal, it was ambiguous to determine who was right or wrong.

Occasionally, Guides who couldn’t endure their wandering hands voiced their complaints, but as long as the excuse was “it was instinct” or “it was because of the Rampage,” the higher-ups couldn’t be too harsh. And there were those who cunningly exploited this ambiguous situation; a pervert like Go Jung-yeol was a prime example.

The first Guide assigned to him was Rowan. Rowan had suffered immensely because Go Jung-yeol would grope him every time they guided. He persistently fiddled between the thighs or the buttocks, leaving the naive Rowan to suffer extreme stress every single time. Had Rowan’s rank not been high, he would have suffered even worse, but fortunately, he was able to end the sessions just before being swept away. It was a continuous series of dizzying, precarious situations.

“Waaaaah… Joy, I really hate that man…!”

Rowan, who took more pride in his work regarding guiding than anyone else, had ended up drinking and crying that he couldn’t do it anymore, which just showed what a piece of work the man was. The day after Rowan drank, Joy changed the assignment so that she became his Guide.

“Sigh.”

To have bad luck first thing in the morning.

Since Joy kept her claws out and remained guarded, he couldn’t touch her much, but she couldn’t help feeling disgusted. Just try one more trick. I’ll smash your head in. Stretching her neck, she stepped into the elevator to find Park Young-seok and Lee Jae-jin already inside.

“Hello.”

Park Young-seok was famous for not returning greetings. The fact that he acknowledged a greeting from a Guide recognized by the Center was limited to a slight flick of his fingertip. Their relationship was neither good nor bad, but since he was the type of person she didn’t care to converse with, Joy pressed the floor button and stood straight in front of them.

“Does he listen well?”

“…?”

Not expecting the opening remark to be directed at her, Joy glanced back.

“I mean the 13th District.”

The lack of humanity in referring to someone as “13th District” when they clearly had a name. Joy quickly managed her expression.

“Ah, I think he’s doing fine.”

“Rather than ‘fine,’ you mean ‘lacking’?”

“…”

When Joy remained silent, Park Young-seok added.

“Take it easy. Or you’ll end up being drafted to another city. You guys can just keep handling Ha Jae-il.”

“It’s still early, so…”

Cutting off any sign of defense, Park Young-seok continued to blather only what he wanted to say.

“Don’t shield him just because he’s also A-Class. He’s from a cesspool. Looking at how he acted yesterday, he seems to have no guts. With that kind of nerve, how is he supposed to handle Ha Jae-il? That bastard is a lost cause.”

Just then, the elevator doors opened. It was the floor where Joy had to get off. She stepped out of the space in two strides and whipped around. Her thin, pink lips curled up gently. It was a smile she only wore when she was in a truly foul mood, but only Rowan knew that.

“To think he looked like he had no guts, thank you for the information.”

As Joy turned back, her face was not just shadowed, but fiercely contorted. With every stride of her small feet, hot breath leaked from her nose.

“Hah! What? No guts? No nerve?”

No matter how much of a rookie Ji Seung-hyun was, he wasn’t at a level to be looked down upon by an idiot like Park Young-seok. Joy ground her teeth, fueling her fighting spirit.

Just you wait. I’m going to raise our rookie so well that everyone will see.

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“What are you doing?”

Giju, who had approached unnoticed, bumped his shoulder against Jae-il’s to get his attention. Giving him only a glance, Jae-il continued tapping on his phone. Despite it being a model advertised as quite large, it looked like a normal-sized phone in Jae-il’s hand. As Jae-il seemed quite focused, Giju peered at the screen as well. Jae-il was searching for the word “somnambulism” and reading various articles, including medical dictionaries.

“Somnambulism? Why suddenly somnambulism?”

“…”

Keeping his mouth tightly shut, Jae-il said nothing. He simply pushed Giju’s face away as the other whined that he was dying of curiosity.

Having apparently seen all he needed to see while remaining steadfastly silent, Jae-il shoved the phone into his pocket. Then, as if nothing had happened, he began to disassemble his rifle with an expressionless face. He separated the magazine and receiver, laying out various parts, including the barrel, with quick movements. Compared to his silent motions, the clicking sound of the metal was strangely irritable, so Giju shut his itching mouth.

Gun maintenance time was a break for Jae-il. When he performed the disassembly and cleaning—tasks he could do with his eyes closed—his mind cleared up somewhat. But today, it wasn’t working. He thought that if he didn’t answer Giju’s questions, yesterday’s events would become less vivid, but despite his efforts, they kept resurfacing.

He shook his head to shake off the thoughts. He picked up the oil, stolen contentput it back [Read on Read BL Novels]down, and finally clenched his molars.

It was certain that Ji Seung-hyun suffered from a sleep disorder. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to brazenly offer a greeting this morning. A man who had asked for permission just to touch a wrist had used informal speech and stubbornly tried to touch him without hesitation. Even though Jae-il had clearly thought it was wrong—even that he disliked it—he had been helpless against the man’s childlike, playful, and innocent demeanor.

‘Let’s not drift apart. I was wrong.’

It had been the same when they first met; his goal in the subconscious seemed to be solely guiding. It was as if he had another ego created specifically for guiding.

As Jae-il vividly recalled his scent and warmth, the tips of his ears flushed faintly. No matter if it was instinct, this was… He had done nothing but stay still while being held in the man’s arms, and he found it absurd that he was stimulated by just that.