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“There’s no mistake. This is a person’s eye.”
Lee Dohoon quickly scanned the espers positioned above the pit, then pulled out a leather pouch he had brought.
Han Jihyuk placed the eyeball inside and turned his gaze back to the monster’s ruined corpse.
Finding no further anomalies, he casually instructed,
“Start with Director Koo Hyukjun, but expand the investigation to the entire center if possible. Dig as deep as you can.”
“Pfft. As if I’d say no to you.”
Lee Dohoon smirked playfully and tossed aside his dust-covered gloves.
“By the way, I bet Yeonwoo is completely wrecked by now. He must’ve had a blast playing around with Taewon. Should we go check on him?”
“You know we can’t leave yet.”
Lee Dohoon moved as if he was ready to exit the gate immediately, prompting a dry remark from Han Jihyuk.
“You can handle the rest of the investigation, right? Just lead the others. No big deal, yeah?”
“I said no.”
Han Jihyuk’s expression was cold—so cold it seemed like not even a drop of blood would spill if he were pricked.
Lee Dohoon exaggerated a shrug, fully aware that there was no reasoning with Jihyuk when it came to matters like this.
“Man, you’re so uptight about this kind of stuff. Loosen up a little, will you? Everyone thinks you’re a damn robot.”
Lee Dohoon teased with a chuckle, but Han Jihyuk, as always, gave no response.
Instead, he simply turned his back and leaped out of the pit in one swift motion.
Shaking his head, Lee Dohoon quickly followed after him.
The broad, muscular chest heaved violently.
A man, built like a living weapon with solid slabs of muscle, ruthlessly pinned down a frail body beneath him, his hips moving with savage force.
Squelch. Smack. Thrust.
Blood seeped from the forcibly stretched hole.
The monstrous cock, akin to a brutal weapon, tore through it without mercy.
The thin man trapped beneath didn’t even twitch.
His eyes were open, yet he looked like a corpse.
The only sign of life was the faint rise and fall of his chest.
“Tch. Useless. I’ll have to dispose of this one. The guiding output is barely worth anything.”
The massive, muscle-bound man—none other than Koo Hyukjun, the director of the Esper Center—was forcefully extracting guiding energy from the barely conscious man beneath him.
After a few more punishing thrusts, he carelessly climaxed inside, then pulled away.
Thick semen oozed from the gaping hole, but Koo Hyukjun paid it no mind.
He merely wiped the filth off his cock using the limp man’s body, as if using him like a disposable rag.
Stepping off the bed, he pulled up his pants and pressed a button.
A suited man entered the room.
“You called for me, sir?”
“Yeah, Secretary Park. Get rid of that thing. Its hole is too loose to be any good.”
“Understood.”
As Koo Hyukjun leisurely buttoned up his shirt, his movements radiated unbothered confidence.
“Anyway, how’s the investigation going?”
“We have yet to find anything unusual. The security around the estate is so tight that finding an opening is near impossible.”
“They’re always paranoid. Never trusted me in the first place. Arrogant bastards.”
His lips twisted into a sneer, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Slipping into his jacket, he continued,
“Tell me, Secretary Park. Do you really think Go Yeonwoo is dead?”
“As of now, yes. We have no evidence suggesting otherwise.”
“I don’t.”
Koo Hyukjun’s gut told him otherwise.
No matter how he tried to dismiss it, his instincts screamed that Go Yeonwoo was still alive.
More than that, those bastards who had treated Woo Jiyoo like a goddamn treasure wouldn’t have killed Yeonwoo so easily.
“You really think they’d kill him just like that? After what he did to Woo Jiyoo? If anything, they’d want to keep him alive, maybe even rip his heart out while they’re at it.”
“You believe they’re keeping him locked up somewhere?”
“If not the estate, then somewhere else. S-rank espers are all depraved, scheming lunatics.”
At that, Secretary Park’s gaze momentarily flickered toward Koo Hyukjun—but the man, with his back turned, didn’t notice.
“By the way, there’s something else to report.”
Koo Hyukjun, almost finished adjusting his tie, turned to look at him.
“What is it?”
“Special Management Team 1’s Kang Taewon caused another incident within the center.”
“Ah, that bastard. Always setting people on fire. Who was it this time?”
“Esper Jeon Kwangchul. He suffered severe burns and is currently hospitalized in the center’s medical wing.”
“What was Kang Taewon’s excuse?”
“Apparently, Jeon Kwangchul and a few others were talking about Woo Jiyoo. Taewon overheard them by chance.”
“So they were just gossiping about Woo Jiyoo?”
“No… They also mentioned Go Yeonwoo.”
Koo Hyukjun, halfway through fixing his tie, abruptly stopped and looked up, his gaze sharpening.
“They talked about Go Yeonwoo… and Kang Taewon reacted?”
“The espers who were burned claim he only got riled up over Woo Jiyoo.”
“No.”
Koo Hyukjun narrowed his eyes.
“That might not be it.”
“…What do you mean?”
Secretary Park, uncharacteristically for him, questioned Koo Hyukjun’s unusually firm words.
But Koo Hyukjun didn’t answer.
Instead, he simply curved his lips into a knowing smile.
“That’s enough. Just report the next item.”
“The gate that Esper Han Jihyuk and Esper Lee Dohoon entered… there’s still no news of it being cleared.”
“Well, of course not. I sent them there to struggle on purpose.”
“But… will it be okay? Isn’t that one of the gates where the discarded test subjects were dumped?”
“It’s fine. There’s nothing left there that even resembles a human. How would those fools ever figure out that the monsters inside the gate are actually failed experiments, hmm?”
Koo Hyukjun lightly chastised Secretary Park before stepping out of the bedroom.
Naturally, Secretary Park followed him.
The two entered an elevator, pitch black from floor to ceiling.
Even the floor indicators were absent, yet without any input, the elevator began descending.
It went down endlessly.
When the doors finally slid open without a sound, they revealed a stark contrast—an entirely white space.
People in white lab coats moved about the pristine corridor, holding charts at their sides.
Aside from the overwhelming whiteness, it appeared to be an ordinary research facility.
As Koo Hyukjun walked through the corridor, the staff greeted him in hushed voices.
He passed them without a glance, heading deeper inside as if he knew the place well.
Then, suddenly, mid-step, he subtly shifted his body to the side.
“Is something wrong?” Secretary Park asked.
“Something just came to mind. You go ahead to Central Headquarters first. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Understood.”
With a respectful nod, Secretary Park stepped away, leaving Koo Hyukjun alone.
He turned a corner and entered a door marked with a bold black X.
Inside, unexpectedly, was a space resembling a private screening room.
A massive screen covered one wall, and in the center sat a luxurious sofa, giving the room the ambiance of a high-end theater.
“Go Yeonwoo… Just hearing his name makes it impossible not to watch.”
Murmuring cryptically, Koo Hyukjun sank into the sofa, lounging comfortably.
He reached for a bottle of wine on the table, poured himself a glass, and swirled it lazily.
With his wine glass in hand, he pressed a button on the armrest.
The previously dark screen lit up.
And there—on the screen—was a familiar face.
Pinned beneath someone, his beautifully sculpted features were contorted in agony, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
Tears streaked down his face, his exquisite visage marred by misery.
[Agh, hic, stop, it hurts, ah!]
[We need to tighten it a bit more to finish today’s experiment, don’t we? Go Yeonwoo, Esper. If you cooperate well, I’ll give you a reward, so squeeze it properly.]
[Shut the hell up, Koo Hyukjun, you fucking bastard! It hurts, ugh, I said it fucking hurts, stop… gasp!]
As Go Yeonwoo gasped in pain, cursing under his breath, Koo Hyukjun slammed into him even harder from behind.
Suddenly, Koo Hyukjun’s hand wrapped around Yeonwoo’s pale neck.
His grip tightened, and Yeonwoo’s mouth fell open as he choked, his breath hitching in agony.
“Tsk. Such filthy words from such a pretty face. Still not properly trained, I see.”
“Kugh… kkh…!”
[Well, there’s plenty of time, so that bad habit can be fixed. Don’t you think so?]
With a smirk that was enough to feel unpleasant, the man in the video, Koo Hyukjun, bent Go Yeonwoo’s body completely in half and drove his cock down hard.
Squelch!
With a violent sound, his cock rammed deep into Go Yeonwoo’s hole.
His throat tightened, his mouth fell open, and a cry—half scream, half moan—was torn from his lips.
[Ah… ahh……!]
Koo Hyukjun took a sip from his wine glass as he watched the screen, where a breathtakingly beautiful man was utterly ruined, screaming in agony.
“Mmm, exquisite.”
A satisfied smile curled on Koo Hyukjun’s lips as he leisurely continued to enjoy the video playing before him.
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