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“Haah…!”
With a swift motion, he yanked down both Haebom’s pants and underwear at once.
Unlike the tight-fitting uniforms worn by Espers for ease of movement, the Guides’ uniforms were slightly loose, making it easy to remove them in one go.
Of course, if the buckle had been properly fastened and the zipper fully closed, it wouldn’t have come off so easily.
But seeing how effortlessly it slid down annoyed him.
As far as Wonho knew, no Esper was normal.
Those insane perverts were bound to try and strip Yoon Haebom at some point… Haebom’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, and now his lower half was entirely bare.
He grabbed at the sheets in a desperate attempt to cover himself, but Wonho’s hands were faster.
“Ah…!”
Haebom shivered.
It was so much more humiliating to be touched directly like this, compared to when he was still clothed.
But embarrassment wasn’t the real issue.
The real problem was that his member was now trapped in Wonho’s large hand.
“Ah, ahng…! W-wait…! Nngh!”
Watching Wonho remain completely unfazed while touching another man’s dick made Haebom question if he was the weird one for reacting like this.
But more than that—he and Wonho weren’t even lovers.
Not that he disliked Wonho.
If he did, he wouldn’t have followed him around, desperately guiding him to keep him alive.
It wasn’t like he hated Wonho’s touch, either.
Haebom had never been particularly interested in sex—life was already busy enough as it was.
Even when he did it himself, it was only occasionally, and he never found it to be particularly amazing.
It wasn’t something he needed.
Even when he did get off, it never left him feeling satisfied or refreshed.
But when Wonho’s large, rough hand rubbed against his sensitive length, every thought in his head seemed to evaporate.
It suddenly didn’t matter that they weren’t in a relationship.
It didn’t matter that they were both men.
Wonho swallowed as he looked down at Haebom’s hands, placed over his own as if trying to stop him.
But to anyone else, it would look like Haebom was moving his hands up and down, pleasuring himself.
Still keeping his eyes locked on Haebom, Wonho reached down and spread his thighs apart.
His final destination was hidden just below.
His gaze trailed lower.
As Haebom’s soft thighs parted, his small, round ass was exposed, revealing the spot that had been hidden between them.
“Ha…”
Wonho let out a breathless chuckle as he caught sight of it.
He had already seen it all before—the pink nipples, the smooth, hairless groin.
Despite the haze of guiding energy clouding his thoughts and the strange heat in his body, he remembered that detail with absolute clarity.
But even here—it was pink.
‘Is this really the body of an adult man?’
“…Yoon Haebom.”
“Hah… huh? H-huh? Did you just… call my name?”
Haebom, whose soul had practically left his body from how Wonho was pushing him to his limits, flinched as if struck by lightning when he heard his name.
It made sense—Wonho had only ever called his name in dreams.
Well, they weren’t actually dreams.
Wonho had truly called out to him before.
But to Haebom, those memories were just fragments of dreams.
And being addressed by Wonho like this felt… nerve-wracking.
Almost as if he were being acknowledged as a person.
It wasn’t the right moment to be thinking such sentimental thoughts, but that’s how it felt.
Like, for the first time, Wonho was actually seeing him.
Not that Haebom knew—Wonho had been drowning in his presence since the moment they met.
“…How old are you?”
Haebom had already told him they were the same age.
But right now, Wonho needed confirmation.
The smooth, hairless groin.
The pink nipples.
And even there…
He might not actually be an adult.
“Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one. Same as you…!”
Haebom couldn’t understand why Wonho was suddenly asking this while he was lying there completely naked.
But then again, there were plenty of things about Wonho that Haebom didn’t understand.
Wonho finally lifted his gaze from between Haebom’s ass cheeks and looked at him.
His clear eyes didn’t seem to hold any deception.
If he were a psychic Esper, he could confirm it for sure—but he wasn’t.
“Why are you—ah!”
Haebom frowned, about to ask again, but the words died in his throat.
A sound escaped him before he could stop it.
It almost sounded like a cry of pain—but it wasn’t.
It couldn’t be.
Wonho had only pressed his finger there.
But the foreign sensation sent a shiver up his spine.
“W-where… where are you…?”
“…You were educated on this, weren’t you? Are you a goldfish? Remember this well. Between men—this is where it happens. Relax.”
“N-no…! Ngh…! W-wait…!”
Haebom was so shocked that he stammered, but Wonho answered casually, as if this was no big deal.
Except—it was a big deal to Wonho.
How could it be this soft?
The way it clung to his fingertip was beyond anything he had imagined.
Could something this tight actually take him?
His finger could barely fit.
“…Ah. Lube.”
As he absentmindedly traced circles around the untouched entrance, Wonho muttered under his breath.
Then, one by one, the drawers in Haebom’s office started opening.
Haebom was too dazed to notice.
He knew how sex between men worked—not that he had ever wanted to know, but it was part of the mandatory training.
Still, he had never once thought he’d actually experience it.
Even when Wonho had stripped him bare and pinned him down, he hadn’t expected things to go this far.
While Haebom was still lost in confusion, Wonho finally found what he was looking for.
Of course, there was lube in the Guide’s office.
Even if he had never used it himself, it was standard equipment.
Wonho hadn’t done this in a Guide’s office before, but it had been in the training materials Jin Seyoung had given him.
Not that Haebom seemed to know—it didn’t look like he had ever opened the packaging.
Without lifting a finger, Wonho tore open the foil packet and pulled out the small tube.
It looked… surprisingly normal.
“Haa! C-cold…! What is that?”
He didn’t want to stammer like an idiot, but the constant surprises made his words falter.
Fortunately, Wonho didn’t seem to mind Haebom’s stuttering too much.
Holding the gel tube in his hand, Wonho squeezed it right between Haebom’s thighs.
His aim wasn’t perfect, and the gel dripped down the rigid shaft in a slow stream.
The moment the cold gel touched it, the pink length trembled and gave a small twitch.
For some reason, it looked unbelievably appetizing.
Without realizing it, Wonho swallowed hard.
‘Am I losing my mind…?’
It wasn’t just that he didn’t find looking at another man’s dick weird—it was that he was aroused.
No, even worse, he had the insane urge to put it in his mouth.
Was it because of the guiding? Whatever the reason, he didn’t feel like himself.
The problem was, he didn’t hate it.
But that wasn’t the issue right now.
Smearing some gel onto his fingers, he pressed against the tight hole.
The slickness made his finger slip in almost effortlessly.
“…Ah?”
Just as Haebom was getting used to the cold gel, another unfamiliar sensation hit him.
It felt even stranger than before.
Something was entering a place that had never been used for this purpose.
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