BP 19

The thoughtless remark Giju spat out became a catalyst. The bridge of Jae-il's nose wrinkled slightly.

“At that level, even Gons would go crazy.”

It was the truth. Seeing as a minor bleed had stimulated the sense of smell of an Esper with a matching rate that wasn't even that high, Gons would be no exception. Jae-il, who had closed the distance under the pretext of checking the wound, felt it more than anyone. A sweet, erotic scent tickled the tip of his nose. The blood-stained interior of the mouth and the twitching tongue lingered before his eyes. Jae-il cupped his jaw, his eyes darting back and forth. A wave of complex emotions surged across his expression.