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It was as if a button had been pressed, triggering Kang Taewon’s intense growling.

Since Lee Dohoon had already explained the situation once, it was clear why Kang Taewon was so furious.

They still couldn’t believe Woo Jiyoo was dead, and it was only natural that the fire was stoked further by Director Koo Hyukjun’s actions.

I stifled a laugh, not because Kang Taewon’s demeanor was funny, but because Koo Hyukjun’s pathetic attempts to avoid responsibility were amusing.

Why did Koo Hyukjun gather the entire Special Management Team 1 and declare that Woo Jiyoo’s funeral wouldn’t be held officially?

‘He must be afraid that Woo Jiyoo’s secret might be exposed.’

He probably added that while they would announce Woo Jiyoo’s death to the public, they wouldn’t disclose the details, making up plausible excuses along the way.

I even doubted whether Woo Jiyoo’s funeral would be properly conducted in an unofficial capacity.

They might have swapped Woo Jiyoo’s body with another similar one to hold a fake funeral.

‘If it’s Koo Hyukjun, that’s entirely possible.’

Special Management Team 1 was likely seething with anger, not knowing why Koo Hyukjun was acting so cautiously.

The current states of Lee Dohoon and Kang Taewon made that fact evident.

Though the other two hadn’t appeared yet, their reactions were predictable.

Han Jihyuk, as the team leader, would be suppressing his anger and trying to manage the situation, while Shin Heesung, being more mentally fragile than expected, was probably sulking somewhere.

‘So, does that mean I’ll just be playing with these two for now?’

It wasn’t bad.

No, it was actually a good situation.

Among the Espers who received guidance from Woo Jiyoo in the original story, the ones who treated him the harshest were Lee Dohoon and Kang Taewon.

Lee Dohoon, whose personality was deeply twisted, and Kang Taewon, with his violent tendencies, never went easy on Woo Jiyoo regarding guidance, despite cherishing him as their dedicated guide.

The two were almost sworn enemies within the Special Management Team 1.

It wasn’t that something specific happened between them; they were simply incompatible by nature.

Their preferences and temperaments were entirely opposite, leaving no room for agreement.

‘…Should I mess with them a bit or not?’

Given their clashing temperaments, it seemed like their rationality could easily crumble with a little provocation.

Normally, they wouldn’t be riled up so easily by minor annoyances, but the current situation was different.

The deliberation didn’t take long.

I subtly directed the guiding energy that had been flowing out unnoticed towards one side.

The guiding energy, which had been subtly suppressing the sharp waves around Kang Taewon, now shifted entirely to Lee Dohoon.

The two reacted immediately.

Lee Dohoon exhaled languidly with a grin, while Kang Taewon cursed.

“Oh, what should I do? It seems Yeonwoo likes me more.”

“You fucking bastard…!”

“Isn’t it natural to be scared when you start yelling out of nowhere? That’s why I’ve always told you, Taewon. Speak a little more politely.”

“Shut up, fuck!”

“This might get me burned too. Calm down, okay?”

As Lee Dohoon said, the heat touching my skin grew even more intense.

Since Kang Taewon’s power involved fire, the temperature around him rose easily when he got excited.

It felt the same now; the air was getting hotter.

Having already been teased by Lee Dohoon, my body felt more languid, perhaps relaxed, despite the satisfaction.

Despite Kang Taewon’s unusual state, Lee Dohoon didn’t stop moving his hips.

His hard shaft continued to slowly push in and out of my mouth.

“Mm, ugh.”

The slow penetration of the organ was more excruciating than its rapid thrusting.

Despite the throat’s desperate attempts to expel the organ, it was futile.

The back of the head was firmly held by a strong hand, preventing any movement.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared because you’re out of your depth? You, who can barely make an ice pillar, are supposed to be the same grade as me? If I were you, I’d have died of embarrassment.”

“Hey, why don’t we not cross the line?”

“Who crossed the line first? Are you a dumbass without a brain?”

“So, Taewon, are you saying you want to fight me?”

“Try spouting that disgusting nonsense one more time. I’ll burn your mouth off.”

“Should I be scared now? What should I do when I’m not scared at all?”

Their conversation was getting rougher.

It was a situation where it wouldn’t have been surprising if either one used their abilities.

The cold air mixed with the hot air.

Dohoon’s power was to create ice, the exact opposite of Taewon’s ability.

“I never liked you from the beginning. It was disgusting to see you act as if you owned everything just because Jiyoo, being the idiot he was, accepted everything.”

“Jiyoo liked me the most. That’s why he accepted it all, didn’t he? Taewon, do you have the memory of a goldfish? Who was Jiyoo’s most difficult match during guiding?”

“The one with the broken brain is you. Who among us had the lowest compatibility rate with Jiyoo? Jiyoo hated guiding you the most.”

As Taewon’s words sank in, the organ’s movement in the throat stopped.

A faint chuckle followed as Dohoon pulled the organ from his mouth.

“Oh, Taewon, you’re really crossing the line now?”

Dohoon’s sinister laugh suggested his mood had soured.

Taewon had touched Dohoon’s sensitive nerve, and such a reaction was to be expected.

Among the four, Dohoon had the lowest compatibility rate with Jiyoo.

All four had a compatibility rate of over 70% with Jiyoo, but Dohoon was particularly sensitive about having a lower rate than Taewon, never mentioning it.

A sharp, cold wave surged through my body.

It was a tense situation, but I wasn’t scared.

I was just waiting for the right moment.

Just before the two forces clashed, a chuckle escaped my lips—a deliberate act. I felt their gazes pierce straight at me.

“Ha, laughing? Are you crazy?” Taewon’s incredulous voice made me smirk, twisting my lips.

“Of course, it’s funny. Isn’t it normal to laugh when two guys are fighting over someone who’s already dead?”

“…”

“The center head not holding Jiyoo’s funeral officially—what’s so wrong about that? Is it so unfair? Tell me, Taewon, does it feel unjust?”

“I told you to shut up.”

The sound of grinding teeth was vividly heard in my ears.

Taewon’s breathing became irregular.

I felt his deadly gaze pierce through me, his wave stabbing my body like spikes.

“Jiyoo is lucky. Even after dying, he has people thinking about him. Unlike… ugh!”

My neck was suddenly gripped tightly, a strong hand seizing it.

“The one crossing the line is you, Yeonwoo, not Taewon.”

It was Dohoon, not Taewon, who grasped my neck, murmuring eerily, reacting faster than Taewon.

“Kkhh, kkk…”

“Yeonwoo, are you acting dumb because you’re not satisfied yet?”

“Let… go… uggh…”

“Even after feeding you loads of piss and cum, why are you still whining? Hm?”

Dohoon brought his other hand to my backside.

The loosened h*le from earlier easily swallowed his fingers.

“Ah, I see. It’s because your hle is so messed up. Even two ccks wouldn’t fill you now. What should I do then?”

Dohoon’s voice dragged out as if unsure.

By now, four fingers were inserted into the back h*le.

Realizing what Dohoon was about to do, I inhaled deeply.

Simultaneously, a surge of anticipation welled up in my mind.

“What else, damn it, rip that h*le apart.”

Taewon growled from behind, his fury now solely directed at me.

I barely managed to suppress the laughter that wanted to escape, as the situation unfolded as I had intended.

“This time, we agree, don’t we, Taewon?”

“Shut that filthy mouth.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Dohoon responded indifferently, moving the four fingers inside the back h*le, clearly trying to stretch it.

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