“Is it because your face is so fucking pretty it doesn’t look human?”
Seok Beomjun muttered to himself without realizing it.
Perhaps that impression came from an appearance that didn’t seem human.
Seok Beomjun tried hard to shake off the strange feeling.
“Anyway, keep my number saved in your head. You got that?”
“Yes.”
“Is just answering nicely enough for you, huh?”
“Mister Beomjun.”
“What now.”
“If I don’t go now, I’ll really get in trouble with my brother.”
“…Fuck, fine, I got it.”
He was anxious about having to send Seo Yuan back to that psychopath, but for now, he decided to endure it.
There was no way that bastard didn’t know that Seo Yuan performed impossible miracles.
That was probably why he was keeping him.
He figured he wouldn’t kill him anytime soon out of boredom, at least.
“Does that bastard ever hit you?”
“My butt hurt the other day.”
“That shitty bastard hit your butt?”
Flames sparked in Seok Beomjun’s eyes as he grabbed Seo Yuan’s buttocks with both hands.
Seo Yuan flinched and chewed his lip.
Seeing him look a little startled but not resisting made Seok Beomjun’s blood boil again.
It was because the look was all too familiar.
“Answer me. He hit here?”
“Yes…”
“Ha, fucking hell.”
Seok Beomjun looked down at the slender-framed Seo Yuan.
He was the only one with a bit of meat on his buttocks, and it felt good to touch.
As his anger surged at the deeds Yoon Seoho had committed, he couldn’t stop kneading the soft buttocks.
The sensation was almost like a drug.
“It’s not even a rice cake, but it’s so firm. Is it pudding, huh?”
“Pudding is something you eat.”
“It’s a metaphor, a metaphor, you brat.”
The corners of Seok Beomjun’s eyes turned red. Just by kneading his butt a few times, his crotch was throbbing.
As he kneaded a little more, he felt Seo Yuan in his arms wiggling.
Knowing that he was wriggling because he had to go, Seok Beomjun clicked his tongue and let him go.
Seeing him be so nonchalant even after offering his butt to a strange man he had just met made him frustrated again.
All he could think about was crushing Yoon Seoho, who had snatched up this innocent kid first.
A guy he didn’t even want to associate with because he was so filthy.
‘Still, he’s just the second son.’
He hadn’t been able to figure out how high his Esper grade was, but he knew his awakened form was in the psychic category.
If he was a lower-grade Esper than himself, it would be easier to crush him, and if he were, by bad luck, on the same level…
“Still, I’ll have to kill him somehow.”
Seok Beomjun muttered in a gloomy voice.
Amidst the blood-curdling atmosphere, he felt something touch his hand.
Looking down, he saw that Seo Yuan had finally shoved that damn flyer into his hand.
“You have to come. Okay?”
“Ah, my head.”
“Then I’ll go. Goodbye, Mister.”
Leaving those words behind, Seo Yuan skipped out of the bathroom.
Seok Beomjun, who had watched Seo Yuan disappear with such a breezy attitude, clicked his tongue and looked down at the flyer in his hand—the one with ‘Exalted’ written in large letters right in the middle.
“…Fuck. My kid says he wants me to come, so what choice do I have?”
To think that he would visit a cult of his own accord, a place he never thought he’d ever set foot in.
Seok Beomjun rolled up his sleeves with a hollow laugh.
「Measurement: 13%」
Seok Beomjun stared at the watch screen on his wrist and drew in a sharp breath.
Seeing the direct numbers with his own eyes, the kid who had just disappeared felt even more extraordinary.
No, he was an existence that couldn’t be described by the simple word “extraordinary.”
No matter how he thought about it, it was an ability no mere human could possess.
That his overload gauge dropped just by making contact…
“Where on earth did something like that come from?”
Honestly, Seok Beomjun was still bewildered.
And to think he would meet the kid in the bathroom of a restaurant he’d been dragged to, of all places.
It was absurd that the place they happened to meet was a place like this, but Seok Beomjun couldn’t hide his grin.
“No matter how I think about it, I seem to be a guy with damn good luck.”
The fact that he almost monopolized the ‘Candy,’ and that he met a cute little kid who could perform miracles—it was all luck.
Seok Beomjun pulled his rolled-up sleeves back down and checked his face, now dry, in the mirror.
With that, he walked out of the bathroom with a calm face, as if nothing had happened, and disappeared.
Yoon Seoho cut his steak with elegant, precise movements.
He sliced the medium-rare meat into perfect, bite-sized pieces.
To an outside observer, it might have looked like he was preparing his own meal, but that wasn’t the case.
He was cutting the steak for Seo Yuan, who had stepped away to wash his hands.
He wanted to feed the food to Yuan the moment he returned, without a second’s delay.
Yoon Seoho handled every aspect of Seo Yuan’s life—food, clothing, and shelter—with his own hands.
Of all these, he considered meals the most important.
Nutrition, being directly linked to life, was paramount to Seoho.
It was even more critical to keep that fragile, flawed body of Yuan’s in optimal condition.
However, Seo Yuan did not return even after the steak was fully sliced.
The knife in Seoho’s hand stabbed into the table instead of the steak.
The table cracked with a small, sharp sound, but Seoho didn’t even blink.
“Our baby is a bit late, isn’t he? It’s as if something happened.”
Seoho muttered with a gentle smile.
Naturally, he hadn’t sent Yuan off entirely alone.
Two bodyguards had been trailing Yuan the moment he left the private room to go to the restroom.
“They were only kept on because they were useful enough despite being vermin… I’ll have to dispose of them soon.”
In a heartbeat, the fate of the two bodyguards was sealed.
Just as Seoho’s patience was reaching its limit, a familiar presence was felt outside.
At the sound of slow, quiet footsteps, the corners of Seoho’s eyes crinkled.
He knew who it was just from the sound of those cute footsteps.
“Our baby is here.”
As Seoho muttered, Seo Yuan, wearing a hat pulled low over his eyes, entered the room.
Seoho’s gaze swept over Yuan’s entire body in an instant.
After finishing his scan from head to toe in just a few seconds, Seoho tilted his head slightly.
“Brother, I’m ba—”
“Yuan.”
Seoho interrupted him.
“Yeah?”
“But your shirt is a little wet, isn’t it?”
Seoho’s eyes fixed on the damp marks here and there on the chest area.
Yuan blinked his large eyes for a moment before looking down to check his wet clothes.
“Ah, I guess it got wet here too. Something got into my eye while I was washing my hands, so I must have rubbed it with my hands.”
Seoho stared at Yuan, gauging his sincerity.
To his relief, there was still some un-wiped moisture around Yuan’s eyes, suggesting it wasn’t a lie.
