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Sungchan had been about to say just a finger but caught himself.
His vision was filled with Yeonwoo’s feverish, panting face—flushed and distractingly enticing.
Sure, he’d been kidnapped by a den of S-rank Espers and couldn’t fight back, but Sungchan was no slouch in healing.
His ability was top-tier, even if he was treated like dirt.
Unless the head was severed from the body, he could heal almost any injury.
So why was he lying now?
Because he, too, was an Esper.
Having experienced Yeonwoo’s insane guiding, something primal inside him surged.
His instincts screamed at him to touch the Guide before him.
He might never find another Guide like this in his lifetime.
The sheer intensity of Yeonwoo’s guiding was inhuman—there couldn’t possibly be two people like this.
This was his chance.
Not just scattered guiding waves—direct contact with Go Yeonwoo himself.
Since Go Yeonwoo was already in that state, Kim Sungchan was the only one who could treat him.
Of course, there was one more healing esper of the same rank as him—in fact, that esper was even more efficient in treatment.
Purely in terms of ability, that esper was superior, but Lee Dohoon had deliberately brought him instead.
And Kim Sungchan knew exactly why. It was because that other healing esper was Koo Hyukjun’s man.
Even a stray dog knew that the relationship between Special Management Team 1 and the Center Director was terrible.
Naturally, Kim Sungchan was aware of that fact too.
Bringing that guy here would’ve just been a headache, so of course they called me instead.
Which meant that until Go Yeonwoo recovered, he was effectively the one in control here.
No matter how much those bastards threatened him.
Now that his mind had calmed down somewhat, Kim Sungchan shamelessly lifted his head.
Even if Lee Dohoon refused, he was determined to make proper contact with Go Yeonwoo one way or another.
“Well, fine. If that’s how it is, then so be it. What else can we do, huh?”
Though Lee Dohoon smiled as he muttered those words, it was impossible not to sense the complete disagreement beneath them.
Kim Sungchan pretended not to notice and finally placed his hand over Go Yeonwoo’s heart.
“Hng…!”
The moment an intoxicating rush of guiding energy surged into him, Kim Sungchan’s head dropped forward.
It wasn’t as overwhelming as before, but the concentration was still unbearable.
His mind grew hazy again, his brain spinning dizzily.
He wanted nothing more than to tear off those clothes and press his bare skin against Go Yeonwoo’s.
But he knew that if he tried, his body would be ripped to shreds in an instant.
Swallowing his impulses, Kim Sungchan activated his ability.
A white light burst from his palm over Go Yeonwoo’s heart.
“Huu…”
The treatment was harder than he’d expected.
Partly because Go Yeonwoo’s guiding energy was so immense, but mostly because the urge to pull out his own cock and stroke it kept clawing at him.
“Fucking hell. Should I just kill this bastard?”
Kang Taewon’s voice, thick with rage, came from behind, but Kim Sungchan ignored it and focused solely on the treatment.
Even as he confirmed Go Yeonwoo’s gradual recovery, Kim Sungchan didn’t look away.
During the process, he had also figured out why Go Yeonwoo—an esper who doubled as a guide—had ended up in this state.
Even if Go Yeonwoo seemed better now, it was only temporary.
Realizing that his treatment was nothing more than a stopgap measure, Kim Sungchan finally spoke.
“…I know why Go Yeonwoo is sick. His guiding energy is too massive. The only reason he’s survived this long is because he’s an esper. If he were a full guide, he’d probably be dead by now.”
“The fuck did you just say? You got a death wish or something?”
Unsurprisingly, Kang Taewon was the first to react among the silent listeners.
He bared his teeth with a threatening growl, leaning forward aggressively.
Lee Dohoon stepped in front of him and asked, “Ignore Taewon. Keep talking.”
“…Even if he’s stable now, there’s no telling when his condition might worsen again.”
“So what you’re saying is, your treatment is just a temporary fix?”
Kim Sungchan glanced at Lee Dohoon’s expression before nodding slowly.
The smile on Lee Dohoon’s lips deepened—a sign that his mood had twisted even further.
“There’s a solution, right? Of course there is. Isn’t there, Seung-chan?”
Under Lee Dohoon’s thinly veiled threat, Kim Sungchan nodded again.
“There is.”
“…What is it?”
At Shin Heesung’s question, Kim Sungchan gulped before answering.
“W-well… if Go Yeonwoo provides guiding energy to other espers besides you guys, the excess energy would disperse, and he’d stabilize…”
He didn’t get to finish.
The four pairs of eyes locked onto him had turned murderous in an instant.
The next moment, Kang Taewon—unable to hold back any longer—lunged at Kim Sungchan.
Grabbing him by the collar, he lifted him clean off the ground, making Kim Sungchan choke and thrash.
“C-can’t… breathe—kgh…!”
“You fucking bastard! You think I’d believe that shit?! You’re just spewing bullshit to pull some scheme on Yeonwoo, aren’t you?!”
Normally, Han Jihyuk would have stopped him, but right now, he wasn’t much better off.
The moment he heard Kim Sungchan’s words, his vision had darkened with rage.
His pulse pounded violently in his ears, emotions churning wildly.
Just the thought of Go Yeonwoo taking other men’s cocks made his blood boil.
Han Jihyuk clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
“Ha… haha…”
Then, Lee Dohoon—standing beside them—let out a hollow laugh.
Not because he found this funny.
But because he knew, in the end, they would have no choice but to accept this fucked-up reality.
The reason he had chosen Kim Sungchan over other healing espers wasn’t just because he could be silenced—it was also because his healing ability was exceptional.
The diagnosis Kim Sungchan had just given was undoubtedly true.
And judging by the look in his eyes, there was no way it was a lie.
As the most perceptive of the four, Lee Dohoon could tell.
“…Lee Dohoon. Tell me I misheard.”
Shin Heesung blinked slowly as he asked, but the answer he wanted never came.
Only that same empty, broken laughter continued.
“Han Jihyuk, you answer me. Is what I heard true? Huh?”
He wanted someone to deny it.
He wanted them to laugh it off and say it was all bullshit.
But no one gave him the answer he was desperate for.
Shin Heesung exhaled shakily, his gaze fixed on Go Yeonwoo lying motionless on the bed.
It was true that Kim Sungchan’s treatment had worked—unlike before, his complexion now looked better.
He was no longer drenched in cold sweat, and the feverish flush on his skin had faded, returning to normal.
Yeah, by all appearances, there was no denying he had recovered.
The fever had completely subsided, and he seemed fine now.
So why… why did it still feel wrong?
“You’re saying… my cock sleeve has to be shared with other bastards…?”
Shin Heesung clenched his eyes shut, then reopened them as his vision darkened, replaying Kim Sungchan’s words in his head.
That this treatment was only temporary.
That even though he seemed fine now, his condition would worsen again.
Heesung couldn’t believe it.
No—he refused to believe it.
His thoughts spiraled out of control as he sucked in sharp, ragged breaths.
If I have to share him with others… wouldn’t it be better to just devour Go Yeonwoo alive?
‘Make him wholly mine—’
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