But that was it. Really, that was it.

For the 28 years of his life, Taehun had never been in a situation where he had a night with someone he knew only this much. Especially not in a position where he’d be embracing and spreading his legs! No, he had never even imagined that in his head.

The guide sighed deeply.

At that moment, a soft knock on the door was heard. Taehun jumped in surprise, almost falling over in the bathtub.

“Yes, yes!”

“I just knocked to see if anything was wrong. Take your time, it’s okay.”

“…Yes…”

Did he think I had passed out because I wasn’t coming out? Taehun felt his face heat up and turned on cold water. “Take your time,” huh. Considering that he had entered the bathroom at the same time, even if he was setting a limit on the time I spent bathing, he had no right to say that after waiting for over thirty minutes.

…What a ridiculous scene. Taehun.

He washed his face with cold water, then thought, “Okay, I’ll leave!” But then he grabbed the door handle again, deciding to wait until his fingers straightened, pulling back into his shell.

In fact, he wasn’t sure at all.

The Esper, who said he was reaching his limit, didn’t look like he was limited at all. In fact, he seemed a thousand times more relaxed than Taehun. It even made Taehun question if it was really necessary to engage physically to find stability.

But that was Taehun’s misunderstanding, and the result of Ji Gwanyeong’s extreme patience. The “limit” wasn’t a lie. Right now, Gwanyeong had been so close to breaking down the door and had made the chair float in the air before setting it back down.

If it had been for center training, that would be one thing, but after sending him for a mental care consultation, the guide had missed his return time by a huge margin. Ji Gwanyeong, waiting with his frustration building, had been left waiting for hours, silently engraving the word “patience” in his mind.

When the door finally opened and Taehun saw his guide sneak a glance, the emotion was absurd. As soon as Taehun entered the room, the anger that had built up seemed to dissipate instantly, and without realizing it, he just wanted to calm him down.

Esper finally understood the power that the guide—whom he had been ignoring until now—had.

In fact, it was simple to find out what the guide had been doing in the small bathroom by not coming out: Taehun just needed to open his view that he had been pressing down.

However, Gwanyeong didn’t feel like doing that.

So, unlike himself, he waited mindlessly for Taehun to come out. But now he truly reached his limit. The urge to tear the door open, hold that man, and roll around was slowly overpowering his rationality.

Fortunately, Taehun, at a moment when Gwanyeong’s reason stood above his desires, quietly opened the bathroom door. Wrapped in a large bathrobe, he walked towards the bed with hesitant steps, his nervousness clear.

When their eyes met, Taehun slightly bowed his head.

“I’m sorry… for being late.”

The trembling expression on Taehun’s face made Esper click his tongue softly.

The wet hair, the neck that hadn’t been dried properly, and the water droplets on his face all caught Esper’s attention. The skin, slightly flushed from the hot water, was so vividly red it even stung his eyes.

In a way, it was a sight worth the wait. Esper focused on extracting the “water” remaining on his guide. As a result, Taehun, with wide eyes, touched his now dry, fluffy hair and later discovered the floating water in the air.

“Wow. You can do things like this?”

In an instant, the tension in Taehun’s face eased, and a small smile appeared. Esper, who had only seen his guide tense, frown, and sigh, was momentarily speechless at the innocent expression revealed by an action he had done without thinking.

“…Well. Just.”

Ji Gwanyeong chose an awkward response instead of the composed reaction of skillfully combining words. The guide, who had been carefully playing with the floating water, gently gathered it like a ball and placed it on a small pot on the side table.

“Actually, when you said you were a physic esper, I imagined something much more intimidating… but this is unexpected.”

“Water was the first element I handled, so it’s pretty easy for me.”

Taehun, who hadn’t expected much of a reaction, found his tension greatly easing. In fact, for the first time, he made eye contact and smiled as he spoke.

The “monster” felt a bit dry in the mouth, so he licked his lips. It was a rather cute exchange for a conversation happening in a bedroom, both of them wearing matching bathrobes. Meanwhile, unlike the nervous esper, Taehun had become somewhat more comfortable with the man in front of him.

However, as he got closer to the bed, the sense of rejection and fear about the act itself, separate from his feelings toward Ji Gwanyeong, slowly crept back in.

Taehun let out a small sigh and, trying to be brave, sat beside Gwanyeong, who was perched on the bed. The large king-sized bed offered plenty of space for the two men to sit apart.

Taehun rubbed his palms together and took a deep breath, his nervousness evident. Gwanyeong quietly observed him. The scent of body wash he wore was the same as Taehun’s. His skin, still flushed from the heat, looked sweet, and Taehun couldn’t even imagine how pleasant it would feel to touch that skin.

After a long pause, the guide finally turned his body towards the esper, gathering his courage. But despite his actions, his lips only moved a few times without forming words, and his clenched fist trembled slightly.

It was then that Ji Gwanyeong somewhat understood the kind of esper who lived entirely for their guide. The guide, trembling but preparing to embrace him, was surely quite… lovable. Even if the man was tall.

“Ha… ha. Um, you see.”

“…Yes.”

Gwanyeong answered softly in a slightly hoarse voice.

The guide, who had rubbed his face with both hands, exhaled another sigh.

“I… my first time with a same-sex relationship.”

This, when flipped, meant he had had relationships with the opposite sex. But Gwanyeong decided he would willingly understand that much. If the opposite sex had been an esper, the situation would have been different, but Taehun had never mixed his body with any esper.

…I have never shared that warmth with any other esper.

Something inside Ji Gwanyeong felt heavy in his lower abdomen, and he licked his lips. Taehun stared at the ceiling, then at the floor, and took another deep breath. Thump. Thump. Thump. His heart raced quickly, and Gwanyeong thoroughly enjoyed the sound.

“It’s my first time… and I’ve never… accepted something like this.”

“Yes.”

Ji Gwanyeong smiled softly, his eyes curving into a gentle expression. At that kind smile, Taehun repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist, though doing so didn’t stop his hands from trembling.

“I… I mean… I’m a little… scared. Honestly.”

“……”

“….So, um… if it’s possible…”

The honesty in admitting his fear was cute and endearing. Esper listened intently to every word as the guide, with his head bowed low, spoke in a soft, almost shy voice.

“…I… could you, maybe… go slowly? Please… don’t… hurt me…”

Esper chuckled quietly, and Taehun looked up slightly. The face of the man, handsome in a way that seemed almost drawn by an artist, wore an undeniably seductive smile. Taehun swallowed dryly. Gwanyeong’s lips slowly parted.

“Choi Taehun, you’re weak.”

It was the first time. The first time the man who had always called him “Mr. Taehun” used such a tone—arrogant, authoritative, yet gentle and sweet. As the man’s face drew close enough that their breaths almost mingled, Taehun unknowingly squeezed his eyes shut. There was still a faint laughter in Esper’s voice.

“…I’ll do whatever you want.”

* * *

Choi Taehun had never been called “weak” in his life. With his height of 180 cm and a physique that exceeded average standards, the word “weak” certainly didn’t suit him.

But Taehun could not argue with the words used by the man in front of him. His shoulders trembled as their lips gently overlapped. Gwanyeong, cautious not to startle Taehun, held his face gently and kissed him deeper.

The guide couldn’t hide his body’s tension as the physical contact grew more intimate. He trembled, his body stiffening with every touch. Gwanyeong, pretending not to notice, leisurely entwined his tongue with Taehun’s and lay him down on the bed.

It felt like a kiss between lovers. If Taehun ever tried to close his lips, Gwanyeong would gently bite his lower lip to coax him open. The two of them, teasing each other with the tips of their tongues, took each other’s breath again and again.

Then, a soft fabric brushed the guide’s arm.

As Taehun, who had slowly fallen into the kiss, began to stir in confusion, he opened his eyes slightly and was startled, pulling away. It was the sight of the man’s solid, muscular body and shoulders, taut and strong.

Esper’s body, now revealed after shedding his robe, felt like a signal for the inevitable act to come. Taehun’s hand, gripping the innocent sheet, was pale from the tension, and the bones in his hand stood out sharply. Taehun felt as though he would do anything to stop the tremors in his body.

If only he could close his eyes and enjoy the moment, but the guide couldn’t hide his fear of being held by the man.

In any case, this was the life of the guide he had chosen himself.

Having achieved the highest match rate in history, Taehun knew full well that he had to merge his body with the man in front of him. He had made that resolution many times. But it seemed that was all it was—just thoughts. He hadn’t expected to be so terrified. Taehun found himself ashamed of the trembling that consumed him, unable to bear it.

The esper began to remove the guide’s robe, which was draped over him. As the soft robe gradually loosened, its touch brushing against his skin, Taehun raised his arm to cover his eyes. He had no special abilities, but he could clearly sense the man’s gaze, looking down at him, fixated on his naked body within the now-open robe.

Taehun took a shallow breath. His abdominal muscles tightened, accentuating the shape of his ribcage. Ji Gwanyeong, taking it all in, felt a genuine surge of lust. His gaze slowly descended. Taehun’s unaroused, appropriately sized member and well-proportioned legs trembled helplessly.

Ji Gwanyeong lightly brushed his fingers against Choi Taehun’s thigh, then gently spread his legs. Taehun, who had been writhing with every touch, his back twisting, instantly flushed crimson as he felt his legs open to welcome the man. The guide’s breath grew slightly ragged.

But that was nothing compared to the sensation that followed.

“…Ugh…!”

The esper slid his body between Taehun’s spread legs, their crotches brushing together. Choi Taehun hastily covered his mouth with his hand, but a small moan escaped. Ji Gwanyeong didn’t miss a single detail.

It was strange.

The closer he got to Taehun, the drier his mouth became, and an unfamiliar excitement raced through him. The gears in his mind, which had always clashed and misaligned, finally began to work properly. The feeling that something within him, twisted and worn from years of misalignment, was being fixed sent shivers down his spine.

The esper’s lips moved from the guide’s ear, tracing his jawline to his throat, where he was swallowing dryly. A light touch on his Adam’s apple caused his shoulder to twitch. Ji Gwanyeong intended to follow his guide’s request from earlier that day, to be gentle and slow, to avoid hurting him. He just couldn’t bear to see Taehun scared of him.

He was a stranger’s body.

One he had never embraced, never prepared to embrace.

Gwanyeong lowered his lips to his chest, which was firm but soft, unlike a woman’s. As soon as his tongue lightly brushed against the still-soft nipple, Taehun’s back arched. Taehun instinctively swallowed the sound that escaped his lips, but the esper’s hearing was more than sufficient to pick up the muffled sound.

Gwanyeong gently nibbled on the small nipple with his teeth, then sucked it, making a blatant noise that reddened the guide’s ear. He traced the contours of Taehun’s abdomen, which tightened with every touch. Choi Taehun felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, so intense that he wanted to whimper and say he couldn’t take it anymore, but he desperately held it back. Even if he was physically weaker than the man embracing him, he didn’t want to whimper and cling to him.

Ji Gwanyeong reveled in Taehun’s reaction.

It dawned on him that this man, standing before him, had been born as a guide, carrying his unspoken name, long before he, Ji Gwanyeong, manifested as an esper at the age of twenty-one. He was six years younger than him. He had graduated from college, started his first job, and then quit to be embraced by the same man. In a way, it was a bit of a shame.

Gwanyeong let out a soft chuckle, watching Taehun, who had covered his mouth and closed his eyes tightly. The guide’s eyes, trembling but not pushing the esper away, slowly opened. There was a hint of reproach in them.

“Why… are you laughing?”

“Because I feel bad. For you.”

Even though Taehun’s question, muffled by his hand, was barely audible, Ji Gwanyeong somehow understood and answered kindly. Choi Taehun looked at him with a hint of confusion.

Despite feeling Taehun’s questioning gaze, the hand that had been tracing his waistline grew bolder. Taehun, increasingly tense as the fingers descended, asked again, his voice trembling, determined to get an answer.

“…What, do you mean?”

He was an ordinary man, but he had a stubborn streak.

Ji Gwanyeong laughed softly again as he lifted Taehun’s knees to spread his legs. Taehun involuntarily gasped at the blatant exposure. The esper, nonchalantly holding Taehun’s still-unroused member, spoke languidly.

“It’s like… raping someone who doesn’t want it.”

“…Ah, ugh, wait, yo, Ji Gwanyeong!”

“Not that I’m going to stop, I’m going to do whatever I want anyway.”

Choi Taehun was speechless, even with the answer he’d been waiting for. He was utterly helpless, experiencing for the first time the feeling of his own member being manipulated and stimulated by another man’s hand. The tension that had been building, making his senses even more acute, made it impossible to resist the teasing touch on the tip of his glans.

The guide lowered his hand from his mouth and instinctively grabbed Gwanyeong’s arm. But Choi Taehun was “too weak” for Ji Gwanyeong.

“…I’m sorry.”

His thighs, unable to stay still under the stimulation, tightened around the esper’s body. His toes curled, and a red heat spread throughout his body. Gwanyeong watched intently as Taehun’s pulse quickened and his temperature rose, guiding him towards his climax.

But as always, Choi Taehun was stubborn in the strangest ways. He stared at his own member, hardening and twitching under the man’s touch, determined not to release.

However, Ji Gwanyeong’s persistence surpassed Taehun’s stubbornness. Gwanyeong, with a slight frown and no hesitation, plunged his head towards Taehun’s crotch.

The sudden sensation of warm, wet flesh engulfing his member, followed by the feeling of soft lips sucking him in, caused Choi Taehun to cry out, releasing his cum.

Ji Gwanyeong spat out Taehun’s semen, muttering, “It’s strong.” It was the first time he had ever sucked a man’s member. But it wasn’t bad at all. The moment Taehun’s suppressed moans turned vulgarly loud, he even felt a sense of satisfaction.

However, in contrast to the esper’s satisfaction, the guide was overcome with shame, forgetting even to breathe. His cheeks, neck, chest, which Gwanyeong had been sucking and biting, and even his thighs were flushed red. Taehun covered his face with his hands. He was truly mortified.

Gwanyeong squeezed a generous amount of gel onto his hand, which was now stained with Taehun’s sticky cum. It was one of the things Choi Taehun hated most about his guide quarters.

The esper easily found the container, which had been shoved into a corner of the bedside table, and moved his hand without hesitation. Taehun, startled by the uninvited guest that suddenly penetrated him, let out a scream that was almost a shriek.

“Ji Gwanyeong!”

“Yes?”

It was a nonchalant answer. Startled, Taehun sat up halfway, grabbing Gwanyeong’s shoulder. Ji Gwanyeong pretended to pull his hand back, which hadn’t even reached the guide’s back, and smeared a generous amount of gel between Choi Taehun’s hole.

The slimy feeling made Taehun grimace and want to berate Gwanyeong, but then his gaze fell upon the esper’s imposing member. His complaints and grievances vanished in an instant.

…He’s going to put that in me? Seriously? Really?

Taehun, without realizing it, stared at Gwanyeong’s member for a few seconds before being startled by his own actions. Ji Gwanyeong licked his lips and lifted the corner of his mouth. It was a deliberate gesture. Taehun was beyond embarrassed now; he wanted to bury his head in the sand and die.

“…Ji Gwanyeong.”

“Yes?”

“…That, a man’s body, it’s like… it wouldn’t work.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

Taehun shut his mouth.

He couldn’t bring himself to say, ‘I don’t think yours could fit in me!’ He was truly scared now. This wasn’t just about being gentle and slow anymore.

Ji Gwanyeong’s member was truly large, thick, and long. Seeing a man’s member, with its prominent veins, right in front of him, made him break out in a cold sweat, and the excitement he’d felt just moments ago vanished completely.

Gwanyeong leisurely pulled the robe off Taehun’s shoulders. He wanted to flip him over, shove it in, and shake him around, but he decided to be considerate of the visibly tense guide, just for today.

“Get on your stomach.”

“….”

“It’ll be more comfortable for you.”

Choi Taehun, lips pressed together, obeyed Gwanyeong. It was clearly an uncomfortable position, but he figured it was better to do what he had to do than show his fear with a stiff face.

The esper, enjoying the sight of the guide trembling but still following his instructions, even though he’d suggested it just to tease him, narrowed his eyes in amusement. But Ji Gwanyeong’s sense of superiority didn’t last long.

…Ah.

The esper’s eyes widened.

The intricate pattern that covered the taut shoulder muscles and the smooth, straight back, as if to reveal his usual upright posture, was in the same script as the one on his own back.

The esper’s eyes easily deciphered the complex intertwined characters.

‘Ji Gwanyeong.’ It was his name.