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The loss hit Taewon like a haze, but as his vision cleared, all he could focus on was Yeonwoo’s face—a face that now felt unbearably sweet.

Taewon’s breath quickened, his lips parting slightly.

As the others hesitated, he made the first move.

His hand reached out, brushing against Yeonwoo’s flawless skin, and the overwhelming guiding energy he felt made the corners of his mouth curl.

“…Shit.”

He cursed under his breath, oblivious to his own expression, as he leaned down toward Yeonwoo’s pale, slender neck.

Without hesitation, he sank his teeth into it.

The metallic tang of blood mixed with the intoxicating guiding energy flooding his senses.

Any remaining fragments of Taewon’s rationality shattered.

His large hands tore Yeonwoo’s clothes apart without mercy.

As Yeonwoo’s bare body was revealed, the others could no longer restrain themselves, their hands reaching out to touch his exposed skin.

Despite his lean build, Yeonwoo’s body was perfectly toned, his subtle muscles pleasing to the eye.

Though not as intimidating as the heavily trained physiques of other Espers, his appearance harmonized perfectly with his striking beauty.

For someone who had taken a life, Yeonwoo’s beauty was almost excessive.

Even the Espers, who had never paid much attention to anyone outside their dedicated guide, knew of Yeonwoo—not because he was an A-rank Esper, but because of his uniquely ethereal appearance.

While most Espers possessed a rugged, masculine charm, Yeonwoo’s beauty was nearly otherworldly.

Like a divine sculpture crafted with care, his face was impossible to look away from.

“…Damn it. How can trash like him have a face like this…”

Taewon spat the words as he traced the deep bite mark on Yeonwoo’s neck.

The rest of his unsaid thoughts hung heavy in the room, understood by all.

In the dimly lit space, Yeonwoo’s face alone seemed to glow.

“…Should we wake him up?”

Shin Heesung, with his platinum blond hair, murmured as he toyed with Yeonwoo’s cheek.

His words seemed more like a reflection of his actions than a question directed at anyone.

Heesung’s strong grip cradled Yeonwoo’s face firmly.

Despite the pressure, Yeonwoo didn’t stir.

Heesung inhaled sharply, overwhelmed by the vibrant guiding energy emanating from their contact.

By now, none of them were in their right minds.

The perfect guide they had sought for so long was right before them.

How could any Esper maintain their composure?

Even if that guide had killed someone they held dear.

“…His skin is too soft for its own good.”

Lee Dohoon, with his sleek navy hair, murmured softly as his palm rubbed over the smooth chest.

His gaze fixed on the pink nipples that protruded on either side of the chest, their vibrant hue as if untouched by anyone, naturally making his mouth water.

Had he ever felt his composure shaken to this extent before?

Though Lee Dohoon maintained a calm facade with his flawlessly smooth face, internally, he was in utter chaos.

The mere fact that Woo Jiyoo was dead made his heart feel as though it had stopped, yet paradoxically, the pounding sound of his heartbeat grew louder.

The faint guiding energy he felt through his palm quickened his breath.

Without hesitation, Lee Dohoon buried his face in the soft, white chest.

Opening his mouth wide, he took the nipple into his lips.

The supple nipple against the tip of his tongue felt like the finest fruit.

Wherever he touched, guiding energy flowed incessantly.

The chaotic and entangled waves caused by the Red Gate were gradually smoothing out.

“Ha.”

Han Jihyuk, who had been silently gripping Go Yeonwoo’s wrist, let out a sound that was either a sigh or something unidentifiable.

The sound carried a myriad of meanings, almost like an exclamation of disbelief.

Han Jihyuk’s icy blue eyes landed on the unconscious face of Go Yeonwoo.

His gaze, sharp enough to kill, seemed ready to end it all at any moment.

Yet, paradoxically, his grip on Go Yeonwoo’s wrist remained firm, as if it were something precious.

Lifting the slender wrist that fit perfectly into his hand, Han Jihyuk brought it to his lips and inhaled deeply.

The overpowering sweetness that rushed to his senses made his tightly pressed lips twist ever so slightly.

Just moments ago, he had been prepared to strangle the wretched bastard with this very hand.

The deer-like, slender white neck only seemed disgusting to Han Jihyuk.

The conflicting impulses to strangle it immediately and the reasoning that he shouldn’t collided endlessly within him.

Unable to choke the neck in the end, Han Jihyuk bit down hard on Go Yeonwoo’s innocent wrist.

His angry teeth sank into the soft skin, and soon, the faint smell of blood tickled his nose.

“What the hell? This filthy little slut?”

Kang Taewon, who had somehow moved down to Go Yeonwoo’s lower body, curled one corner of his lips.

His fingers, which had been teasing between the crevice of his buttocks, had already slipped inside.

The inner walls that clenched tightly around his fingers weren’t just ordinary.

It wasn’t simply a tight squeeze—the wrinkled walls moved as though guiding his fingers deeper inside.

“For a filthy slut like you to dare kill Woo Jiyoo… Damn it.”

Kang Taewon’s rough tone grew even sharper as he addressed the still-unconscious Go Yeonwoo.

While spewing curses from his mouth, Kang Taewon’s fingers moved relentlessly inside.

The previously dry inner walls were now moist and slick before he’d even thrust much.

Letting out an incredulous breath, Kang Taewon added two more fingers.

The hole, which swallowed a total of three fingers, emitted wet sounds.

The obscene noise drew the other three’s gazes simultaneously toward Go Yeonwoo’s backside.

Standing right next to Kang Taewon, Han Jihyuk loosened his combat uniform slightly.

His heaving chest, uncharacteristically agitated, betrayed his arousal.

As Han Jihyuk glared at Go Yeonwoo with an expression that could devour him, Shin Heesung swallowed and asked in a slow tone.

“…Why? Is it loose?”

“Not blown out yet, but it’s swallowing my fingers like it’s starving.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s already begging for a dick.”

“Mind if I use his mouth first?”

Lee Dohoon casually chimed into their conversation.

He was already seated over Go Yeonwoo’s face, leisurely undoing his pants.

Clearly, it wasn’t a question but an announcement.

Kang Taewon scoffed.

“Acting all prim when your dick’s already out.”

“Taewon, your filthy mouth is always the problem. You should try being more refined, huh?”

Even in this situation, his laid-back expression remained unchanged, causing Kang Taewon to grimace and turn his head.

While Lee Dohoon’s exterior remained composed, his murky gray eyes betrayed his turmoil.

Realizing this, Kang Taewon refrained from saying more.

Instead, he ruthlessly thrust his fingers into Go Yeonwoo’s backside.

It had already taken four fingers.

Yet, the tightness persisted, with the inner walls constantly clinging and moving against his fingers.

“…I’ll ruin this hole before he wakes up.”

Kang Taewon’s golden eyes glinted eerily, his gaze filled with a predatory intensity as if he’d devour Go Yeonwoo whole.

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