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The fact that Sa Iijun was a man had long since faded from Doyoung's mind.
Because what Doyoung saw now was Sa Iijun, who was usually never still in his presence, lying motionless like a dead person.
Without a second thought, Doyoung pressed his lips tightly against Sa Iijun's.
The injured and exhausted team members exited one by one, leaving Doyoung and Sa Iijun inside until the vehicle door closed tightly.
A voice shouted from outside.
“Esper rampage warning! Do not approach within 100 meters of the vehicle! Immediately set up barricades!”
Panic surged in Doyoung's heart. As he continued to press his lips against Sa Iijun's, he suddenly remembered a theory he had learned in his guiding class.
Guiding becomes stronger the thinner the layer of skin in contact. For example, mucous membranes, especially areas rich in nerves, have the highest absorption rate. This becomes even more effective when both parties are sexually aroused. This is because, during the exchange of guiding energy, individuals tend to lower their guard toward each other.
Doyoung lifted his head. In this way, contact with the mucous membrane wouldn’t happen. Realizing this, he immediately grabbed Sa Iijun’s lower jaw with one hand and pressed down.
Sa Iijun’s lips parted. Doyoung lowered his head again and slipped his tongue between Sa Iijun’s tightly clenched teeth. The inside of Sa Iijun’s mouth felt scorching hot, as if it could burn.
"Umh..."
A shivering sensation. Although it sounded like an absurd description, there was no other way to explain it. This strange feeling, which he had never experienced just by holding hands, suddenly enveloped him.
He felt a churning deep inside his stomach, as if something was beginning to fill and occupy the space within him. Like liquid being sucked through a straw, it flowed out through the tip of his tongue.
What had been inside Doyoung’s body slowly flowed into Sa Iijun’s. Like a quantum stream moving from an area of high density to low density. Like gravity flowing from top to bottom.
So natural, like the most fundamental law of the universe. For the first time, Doyoung realized that this was what guiding truly was.
Doyoung tilted his head and slid his tongue into the slippery area beneath Sa Iijun’s tongue. Then, squinting his eyes, he glanced at the wavelength meter beside them.
The needle, which had been stuck motionless on the far right, now began to move to the left, only to quickly snap back to the right again.
Was there meaning to this? Did he have the power to kill or save someone?
Why did God create something like this? Granting powers beyond human limits to Espers, but handing control over their lives to Guides.
People called Espers blessed by God, but in reality, they might be nothing more than chess pieces played by God. In the end, when the game was over, they would be removed from the board.
The fate of Espers, treated as God’s playthings, felt pitiful. Doyoung, of his own will, continued the kiss with deep compassion.
His tongue explored the moist, slippery inside of Iijun’s cheek, pressing against the hard palate within. In the silence of the vehicle, the wet sounds of their movements echoed, intensifying the atmosphere.
Feeling the tingling at the root of his tongue and the ache in his jaw, his arm, which had been awkwardly supporting his body on the floor, now throbbed with pain, like the fading effects of anesthesia. Sweat began to bead on Doyoung’s forehead, a sign of the immense energy he had expended.
“Haa… haa…”
When he finally pulled away to take a deep breath, Sa Iijun slowly opened his eyes. Golden rings, resembling shimmering halos, gleamed sharply in his irises, while his once-clear pupils now appeared fractured and terrifying, with blood vessels spreading across his eyes.
“Master…”
The voice that came from Iijun sounded hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been scraped raw by immense suffering. Doyoung quickly checked the wavelength detector. Although slightly better than before, the needle still flickered uneasily between 11 and 12.
This situation was far from over.
"Are you okay?"
The concern in Doyoung's voice sounded incredibly tender.
"It hurts..."
Sa Iijun whimpered.
"It hurts so much, I feel like I’m going to die."
Having someone to complain to and lean on was a great fortune. The heavens, which had never given him anything, seemed to show a little mercy this time.
Doyoung looked at Iijun with pity. The image of Iijun, who had previously stared at him with wild eyes, nearly on a rampage, and shouting for Doyoung to leave, couldn’t be erased from his mind.
Doyoung wasn’t the type to accept kindness without returning it. This time, it was his turn to save Iijun.
Gently, he brushed aside Iijun’s blood-soaked hair from his forehead and looked at him with a firm, unwavering gaze.
"I’ll take away your pain soon... Trust me."
Doyoung reassured Iijun, even as he gasped from the increasingly unbearable pain in his arm.
Doyoung’s words echoed in Iijun’s ears.
Trust me.
‘I trust you.’
It was different from what people usually told him.
Doyoung wasn’t like most people. In human instinct, weakness often made them flee or become defensive. Yet, Doyoung, with a body so fragile it seemed like it could break under the slightest pressure, looked at him with innocent eyes, completely unguarded. As if he truly intended to protect him.
Iijun had a premonition that felt almost like a revelation. Doyoung would definitely protect him. And even if Doyoung failed, ending up together like this, holding each other, wouldn’t be a bad outcome.
Iijun looked up at Doyoung and answered obediently.
"I trust you."
Unknowingly, Doyoung had become something like a religion to Iijun.
However, even though they had already performed guiding through mucosal contact, the vibration meter’s needle still lingered in the red zone.
Iijun’s arm, wide open to reveal its inner flesh, had yet to heal. The deep, bloody gashes that nearly exposed bone and muscle made Doyoung shiver, his hair standing on end all the way to the inside of his thighs.
Doyoung bit his lip tightly. Kissing someone who was already conscious required a different kind of resolve compared to before.
Guiding was just guiding. Nothing more important than that.
Doyoung kept repeating those words, trying to justify himself in his mind. And then, he lowered his head toward Iijun once more.
However, Doyoung didn’t get the chance to deliver a gentle kiss like before. Before his lips could touch, a large hand gripped his head firmly.
The large hand tangled in his hair, then roughly pressed Doyoung’s head down.
"Umh…”
Like a predator pouncing on its prey, Iijun devoured Doyoung’s lips without hesitation. His thick tongue suddenly slipped through Doyoung’s parted lips, invading mercilessly.
Iijun’s tongue greedily sucked on Doyoung’s. His approach was rough and untrained, like a baby nursing, full of energy but lacking control, to the point where the base of Doyoung’s tongue ached.
This unfamiliar sensation brought a strange stimulation. This kiss was completely different from Doyoung’s previous experiences. Wild and rough, utterly dominating, as if being preyed upon by a beast.
"Uhm..."
A growl-like moan escaped from Iijun’s throat. Guiding energy flowed out of Doyoung with tremendous force, as if a dam had been opened and water was rushing out.
When a startled Doyoung tried to pull away, biting his tongue slightly and separating their lips, Iijun still followed his movement. He clung tightly to him with half-open lips and a tongue still protruding.
“Haa… haa…”
Doyoung, gasping as he felt something inside him being drained by something he didn’t even understand, flinched and tried to stand up.
“Not enough… Let me suck your tongue again…”
Iijun pleaded desperately, his brows drooping. On Iijun’s arm, the blood-filled red gashes began to fade. The wounds that had once been wide open, nearly exposing bone, were now slowly closing.
Seeing this, Doyoung was reminded once again that Iijun was a being different from him. A strange feeling, as if his back had turned cold, washed over him, as though he were facing something not entirely human.
However, before he could think further, Iijun suddenly rose from his position. He supported Doyoung’s waist and nape with both hands and kissed him again impatiently.
Iijun pressed his tongue against Doyoung’s now-hot mucous membrane, rubbing it relentlessly. He swallowed the saliva flowing from beneath Doyoung’s tongue, pulling it out and coiling around it like a snake.
The extreme pain, as if a lit bomb had been inside his body, was now slowly fading. Even the sensitivity that had made every touch of air feel painful began to subside.
All he felt now was a gentle rain dripping, filling him up, like a blessing bestowed by Doyoung.
“Nghh…”
Doyoung’s pleasurable moans and the sound of their tongues intertwining echoed inside the vehicle.
Iijun was amazed. This person, who usually exuded a cynical and pessimistic aura, was now in his arms, sucking his tongue and moaning.
Not just the lips, he wanted to lick, suck, and taste every part of this person.
Iijun eagerly licked the saliva dripping from the corner of Doyoung’s lips, buried his nose into his neck, and inhaled deeply.
Doyoung seemed hesitant, as if unsure what to do with his arms, before finally awkwardly wrapping them around Iijun’s body. He then stroked Iijun’s hair as if to comfort him.
Iijun’s hair, which he had always wanted to touch, felt soft and smooth except for a few parts that had hardened from dried blood.
Iijun felt Doyoung’s fingertips lightly brushing against his scalp, sending shivers down his back as the pleasure became almost unbearable.
“Master…”
Iijun’s voice sounded broken.
The existence of Joo Doyoung might be a blessing from the heavens, a gesture of sympathy given to him. This might be the answer to his endless prayers to no longer feel lonely.
Iijun removed the bulletproof vest he was wearing and dropped it to the floor. Then, he reached out his hand to his Guide, someone he respected and adored with all his heart.
However, contrary to his religious devotion, Iijun’s not-so-holy hand conveyed a wicked intent as it grabbed Doyoung’s hospital gown.
“It hurts so much…”
Iijun tugged at Doyoung’s clothes with a pitiful expression, like a stray puppy. In the next moment, several buttons popped off easily, torn by Iijun’s hands, and scattered across the floor.
Doyoung’s pupils followed the buttons rolling on the floor before returning his gaze to Iijun, who was staring at him with eyes blazing like the scorching sun.
“Please guiding me… until the end.”
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