The Esper commanded in a low voice, his voice rough with arousal. Choi Taehun, gasping for breath, looked up at Ji Gwanyeong with slightly glazed eyes, and then obediently followed his instructions. A hint of embarrassment crossed his otherwise stoic face as he spread his legs wide open.

“When we have sex, Choi Taehun, what do you like?”

“Ugh, uh, yes. Gwanyeong ssi, ah.”

“Do you like it when I use my hands? Or my mouth?”

His voice, usually a pleasant low rumble, rose slightly as he ran his hand down the hardened member between his spread legs. One of the best things about having sex with a man is knowing exactly where to touch and how to stimulate him to get a response. Ji Gwanyeong gently scraped the tip of the glans while teasing the slightly swollen nipple with his tongue.

Taehun particularly enjoyed it when he was touched on his chest, deep inside where his hips and thighs met, and from his scrotum to his thick shaft, shaking it and then rubbing the tip. Ji Gwanyeong touched each of these spots, as if confirming them, one by one.

“Ah, ah, wait, stop, ple, ugh!”

“I’m also curious if you usually spread your legs like this.”

It was a bit of a teasing remark.

Choi Taehun’s eyebrows naturally arched, his face, ears, and neck flushed red, a testament to the torment he had endured from the man. But Taehun had something more urgent than retorting.

The tingling sensation that had started deep in his stomach intensified, making his hips involuntarily twitch and sway. His mouth went dry. The hole, already aware of being pierced and manipulated by the man, twitched and contracted and released, almost on its own.

Choi Taehun, momentarily forgetting what he looked like, pulled his lover’s neck towards him, kissing him, touching Ji Gwanyeong’s favorite ear, and gently tickling the slightly sweaty muscles of his back with his fingertips.

The movement, which willingly brought the Esper’s lower body and his crotch together, was clearly a plea for penetration, something you’d only see between loving, lustful lovers.

Ji Gwanyeong couldn’t help but let out a sigh, a chuckle. This man, with his innocent face that seemed completely uninterested in sensuality, was doing these lewd things without a care.

Yes, honestly, he was starting to understand.

This guide, with his well-defined features, had definitely kept him in the palm of his hand for eight months. The ticklish affection that only came out in bed, the feeling of being manipulated by a lover’s whisper, he understood the feelings of those fools. He couldn’t help but think, what couldn’t he do with this?

Ji Gwanyeong moved his hand, tracing the inside of Taehun’s thigh, all the way to his private parts. The guide gasped sharply, shaking his head, just from the ticklish sensation.

The tight rear didn’t seem easy to open, and the Esper wasn’t particularly keen on leaving the man, who was already aroused and wriggling, so he furrowed his brow for a moment, as if in thought, before slowly burying his head in that deep crotch.

He gently touched the soft scrotum, then slid his tongue up, licking his rear, a more comfortable act than he had expected. It might have been because a different kind of voice came out of Choi Taehun’s mouth.

“Ugh, ah, ah, Gwanyeong, ssi, don’t, don’t do that… hic, ugh, ah!”

He was the most arrogant and proud man.

He had that much power. Ji Gwanyeong, who didn’t need to bow down to anyone, had willingly buried his head beneath him, initiating an act he hadn’t done even during their previous encounters, making Choi Taehun’s head spin.

Excitement, shame, and pleasure rose and fell, filling his head. Choi Taehun moaned, oblivious to the sounds he was making, his voice rising uncontrollably. It was something unimaginable from his usual husky voice, full of warmth and affection.

“Ugh, ah, ah, hic, ugh, please, ah. Gwanyeong ssi!”

Ji Gwanyeong held Choi Taehun’s pelvis firmly, his hips twitching and contracting, as he continued to tease his tight rear, which was tingling with pleasure.

The soft, heated body, soon yielded to his fingers, easily accommodating one, then another. But as the number increased, the hole, surprised by the long-awaited sex, struggled, gripping Ji Gwanyeong’s fingers tightly.

“Why, does it hurt?”

“…Yes, a little… ugh, ugh.”

A slightly spoiled response came out in a low voice.

It was definitely a reaction from someone half out of their mind, but Ji Gwanyeong felt his neck stiffen at the sound of his voice. As the eldest son of a family with five younger siblings, Choi Taehun had always presented a straight, unwavering image, but he liked the fact that he was spreading his legs and making soft sounds in front of him, even in the past, when he didn’t even remember it, and now.

Ji Gwanyeong, realizing he had forgotten he was wearing them, threw off his pants.

It was clear why he had left no trace of his encounters with the guide, despite the fact that he remembered everything else with such persistence.

‘Choi Taehun during sex’. He wouldn’t want to show him this. He couldn’t tell anyone about this man, who was completely disheveled, moaning lewdly, spreading his legs, and unable to hide his love for him, even with his eyes glazed over.

Not even to himself!

The member, hard for a long time, throbbed, its tendons bulging. The Esper tried to gauge when he had last been so purely aroused, his vision blurring with excitement, but he gave up on that thought as he began to rub his member against the guide’s ass crack.

His monster instincts were clear. The guide before him was someone who couldn’t fulfill his needs as an Esper. Esper Ji Gwanyeong and Guide Choi Taehun had a matching score below zero, a pair that was meaningless to be together.

But remove the label of “Esper” from that equation, and the definition of their relationship completely changed. Right now, “Ji Gwanyeong” was desperate to thrust his member deep into the man before him, to rip through his insides. It was a truly unfamiliar sensation.

Since gaining overwhelming power, sometimes to the point of being burdensome, Ji Gwanyeong had never slept with anyone who wasn’t a guide. He had found such contact useless and unpleasant.

But the man before him, gasping for breath with anticipation, his rear twitching lewdly, was different.

Ji Gwanyeong slowly pushed his member into Choi Taehun’s rear.

A hot breath escaped his lips involuntarily. The guide’s insides were soft and warm, but they tightened so forcefully that his vision momentarily flickered and then returned. The Esper began to move his hips slowly.

Gwanyeong, his hands now weak, grabbed Taehun’s slender legs, which had gone limp, and spread them wide. Of course, he also thrust his member in, deep enough to touch his rough pubic hair, at the same time.

“Ah, haak, ah, ugh, yes, ah, ah, ah!”

Choi Taehun responded faithfully to the man’s desire, his rear writhing as if every thrust was aimed directly at his prostate. His moans, vulgarly loud, were no longer a voice with a proper mind. They were closer to an instinctive response, completely consumed by pleasure. The man’s thrusts grew stronger and rougher.

The guide, at one point, trembled with pleasure as the man’s member, relentlessly pounding his prostate, made him come.

The overwhelming sensation of coming from the front and the insane feeling of being pounded deep from behind, combined, completely numbed Choi Taehun’s mind.

His usually composed face had long been slack with pleasure.

His mouth, stretched open by the excessive pleasure, let out desperate gasps instead of moans. His toes curled and trembled. The heat that had completely enveloped his body couldn’t escape, tingling even his finest hairs.

But it wasn’t just Choi Taehun who was lost in the act, consumed by the loss of his senses. Ji Gwanyeong let out a long, hot breath, watching the red muscles twitching, slick with sweat. He was even more aroused by the milky white cum that had stained his abs. The Esper shifted Choi Taehun’s waist halfway, his hips still open, and thrust his member forcefully into the wriggling hole.

Thump, thump, the sound of their flesh colliding echoed. Choi Taehun’s inner walls, despite receiving the man’s member, continued to grip the shaft with a greedy force.

“Ugh, hic, haang, ah, ah, stop, ugh, ah!”

“Damn… ha, Choi Taehun, you really…”

The “abstinent” guide, polite, respectful, and impeccably neat?

Ji Gwanyeong chuckled softly, remembering the words he had vaguely imagined before sleeping with Choi Taehun. He couldn’t find those words in the man, who was moaning lewdly, his face flushed with lust, swallowing his member from behind. He probably made him this way over the past eight months.

Ji Gwanyeong felt like his mind was a little messed up from the pleasure. The sensation of this tall man, who was a catch anywhere, spreading his legs and looking at him with longing eyes, was definitely enough to intoxicate him.

The Esper slammed his member all the way in, then released his load into Choi Taehun’s deepest depths. Of course, he didn’t forget to press his thumb against the swollen nipple with one hand and lightly bite Taehun’s ear with his mouth.

He needed more time to know “Choi Taehun during sex.”

A little more.

***

The guide woke up to the slow, tickling sensation brushing against his body. He only woke up from sleep—just that. His eyes, heavy with drowsiness, only fully opened afterward.

Ji Gwanyeong’s fingers moved across Taehun’s back as if drawing on it. Taehun unconsciously kissed the arm of his lover, who was holding him from behind, and flinched for a moment.

He was worried that Ji Gwanyeong might feel uncomfortable. But Ji Gwanyeong did not react, only breathing steadily.

“That… um, um, Ji Gwanyeong… that’s my name.”

Taehun, unaware, opened his mouth but quickly cleared his throat as his own pitiful voice slipped out, finishing his sentence awkwardly. Suddenly, a wave of embarrassment hit him. Looking back, he realized that he and Ji Gwanyeong were completely naked and touching each other.

Taehun felt relieved that Ji Gwanyeong was holding him from behind. If they were facing each other, he wouldn’t have been able to lower his flushed face like this.

But the guide’s eyes soon opened wide.

It was because of the soft sensation he felt on his back. As soon as Ji Gwanyeong’s lips touched him, Taehun instinctively pulled his back muscles in tightly, and Ji Gwanyeong quietly imprinted every detail of the moment in his mind.

“I know.”

“…Yes.”

Taehun barely answered in a hoarse voice.

It was strange. Just weeks ago, the affectionate gestures of a lover, which had felt so natural, now felt like they were tightening his heart. Ji Gwanyeong heard Taehun’s voice tremble and his heartbeat growing uneasy, so he held him even more tightly in his embrace.

For the first time, the Esper felt what it was like for someone’s body temperature to feel this warm. Ji Gwanyeong, with his eight months of memories, hadn’t known this either. Breaking free from the domination of numbers, the sensation of their skin touching each other was a feeling that could only be experienced now.

“Well… when we first slept together.”

The guide spoke after breaking the thick silence. The Esper quietly focused on his words.

“It was really hard back then.”

“Why?”

“‘Rebound’… I couldn’t quite accept my relationship with Ji Gwanyeong.”

This was information not found anywhere in the mansion. Ji Gwanyeong involuntarily twitched his eyebrows. But Taehun, in his current state, couldn’t see his lover’s face.

“So I struggled a bit, but after that, Ji Gwanyeong pushed me away, and that’s when things went wrong.”

“….”

“Rebound rejection, maybe? The name even played a part. The second time, I thought I might actually die.”

As soon as the guide finished speaking, the Esper’s body was partially lifted. Taehun slowly blinked his eyes as he gazed at the face of his lover, who had come closer to him. Usually, if someone’s hair was slightly messy, it would seem disheveled, but Ji Gwanyeong still looked so handsome.

“Now?”

“….”

“Are you okay now?”

Taehun’s tone, which could sound arrogant, felt oddly comforting to him now. …And Ji Gwanyeong gave the same response as always.

Instead of answering, the guide gently turned his eyes and buried his face in the soft blanket. For a moment, all the tension in Ji Gwanyeong’s shoulders, which had been taut, released completely. Taehun stared quietly at his lover, then slowly continued speaking.

“Ji Gwanyeong, are you okay?”

Ji Gwanyeong’s head tilted slightly, as if asking what he meant.

Taehun slowly spoke the words he had been hesitant to say these past few days.

“You should at least touch… the guide, even a little.”

It was a roundabout way of saying it, but it wasn’t hard to understand. Ji Gwanyeong easily recalled the guide who had been rude in front of him. Lee Hansol. Yesterday, he had glared at Taehun and him as if he would tear them apart at the center.

The sensation when they “touched” was still clear in his memory.

In an instant, everything in his sight reassembled clearly, and his normally foggy mind cleared as if a light mist had lifted. The sensation was undeniably different from anything he had ever felt in the shallow guiding experiences up until now.

He was certain now—he couldn’t match with any guide other than Lee Hansol. Even Taehun, his partner, felt no different from anyone else. Taehun continued speaking in a calm voice while gazing at Ji Gwanyeong, who remained silent.

“It must be hard for you. I can’t do anything for you.”

But Ji Gwanyeong had long since noticed that the gaze Taehun had when looking at him was anything but calm. Hesitant, Taehun’s hand slowly covered Ji Gwanyeong’s hand. Ji Gwanyeong quietly looked down at it.

“You don’t feel anything anymore, do you?”

“……”

“If it’s something necessary… then it must be done.”

It was a lie.

The monster listened to the guide’s voice and watched his expression, thinking. The man in front of him was clumsy with lies. Taehun, with eyes that clearly showed he didn’t want to let go, kept saying things that were predictable and unpleasant.

“Are you still not getting it, Taehun?”

“Yes?”

“My fault. It seems I still haven’t taught you enough.”

The Esper lightly bowed his head toward the confused man. That made Taehun’s eyes widen even more. It was a kiss so ticklish, one that only seemed likely after the kind of relationship they had a few weeks ago.

“‘You don’t feel anything’?”

At his lover’s words, Taehun realized. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t keep up with that man’s way of thinking. My goodness, he never imagined that sentence could be interpreted like that.

“…No, no, no, wait, that’s not it, just, hold on. Ji Gwanyeong, Ji Gwanyeong? Just a second!”

But there was no way to deny it—the hoarse voice, so clearly tired, left obvious evidence. Gwanyeong quickly pulled the blanket away from the guide. And then the second piece of evidence was immediately exposed. His body was covered with traces of their intimate encounter.

“With about two weeks left, if we cut down on schedules and try not to exert too much energy, that should be enough. That’s why I cleared the schedule.”

It was revealed why Ji Gwanyeong was able to come yesterday. But Taehun, with no time to reflect on it, quickly opened his mouth.

“Ji Gwanyeong, wait! What I meant wasn’t that…”

“Sorry. This time, let’s try our ‘best’.”

The guide’s body smoothly entered, spreading his legs apart. It was clear that this was a signal for the start of their physical interaction. Taehun opened his mouth to try to protest. But as always, the arrogant man easily accepted the guide’s words.

One must be careful with words.

Especially in front of a monster who couldn’t even calculate such things.

—

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The teacher tapped the table with his eyes slightly narrowed. The middle-aged man had a serious face, deeply immersed in something. Lee Hansol watched his ‘father’ with slightly anxious eyes.

He had learned, from the time he was very young, never to disturb his ‘father’ when he made that kind of expression.

In the basement of the center, a place where no machines or communication equipment could reach, this was where Lee Hansol was born and raised. In truth, Hansol hated this place. The dirtiest, dampest place in his time, now felt strangely clean and bright, mocking his own stained self.

Hansol still occasionally touched his neck, feeling the pain whenever he swallowed. The scar had long since healed, but due to the tension, it still felt like it was prickling strangely. How much time had passed? The teacher’s mouth finally opened.

“Lee Hansol.”

“Yes, yes!”