‘Stay calm. Let’s systematically retrace the guiding manual of the Supernatural Management Bureau from the very beginning.’
‘Slowly, just like the manual says… imagine funneling your inner energy into him.’
I felt something residing within my body slowly draw out, gently enveloping Leonel.
So this was what guiding felt like.
As the guiding progressed bit by bit from hand to hand, the electrical currents wrapping around Leonel’s frame began to gradually thin out.
However, to pull back a Hunter who was a mere hair’s breadth away from a rampage, simply holding hands was nowhere near enough.
I yanked Leonel’s arm further toward me, pressing my torso completely against his.
Even though his consciousness appeared to have completely cut out, Leonel’s core ego was merely submerged deep beneath the surface.
Forcing myself to ignore my own skin cooking and burning from the electricity, I gently cupped both of Leonel’s cheeks.
A burn could easily be treated later after saving a life; it wouldn’t be too late.
Above all, I was his aide.
Though it was only my second day on the clock, taking responsibility for this man’s life was also an extension of my professional duties.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to display a smile.
“This is a certified medical procedure… so please bear with me.”
In case he could somehow hear me, I muttered the words like a flimsy excuse.
With that, I softly captured Leonel’s lips with my own.
The rough texture of his lips and the sharp, stinging sting of electricity flooded through our interlaced mucous membranes.
What is the most efficient way to maximize the effect of guiding?
The guiding manual of the Supernatural Ability Management Bureau states the following:
[Guidelines for Maximizing Guiding Effects]
Chapter 1: The Guide’s Comfortable State of Mind
Chapter 2: Satisfying the Individual Hunter’s Needs
Chapter 3: Learning Skinship Methods in Detail
It was written very concretely and thoroughly, explaining exactly what needed to be done for each chapter.
There were plenty of details in the manual, such as stretching methods to relax and achieve a comfortable state of mind, or how to kiss well. But in the end, it could all be summed up in a single sentence.
Go along completely with the skinship the Hunter likes, while keeping a relaxed mind.
The important part here is that the guiding effect is maximized when it involves the type of skinship that the Hunter receiving it enjoys.
No matter how large the area of contact is, if the other person is not feeling good, the efficiency drops.
In other words, in an emergency like right now—where currents are sparking everywhere, making both body and mind uncomfortable, and where I have to guide a tyrant from a fantasy world rather than someone I actually know—maximizing the guiding effect is completely out of the question.
‘Still, I have to try!’
I gathered my courage and carefully sucked on Leonel’s overlapping lips.
Along with a thrilling sensation of sparking electricity, I felt the rough texture of Leonel’s lips.
To constantly check on his condition, my eyes remained fixed on his, which were glowing gold.
‘It hurts…!!’
It hurts incredibly bad.
Even as I bit down hard on my molars from the stinging pain, I forced Leonel’s lips apart, catching the soft flesh inside and intertwining it with my own.
A strange, wet sound of mixing saliva hit my ears.
Soon, I gently closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around Leonel’s waist, and pulled him close against me.
Because of that, it turned into a strange posture where I was continuing the kiss while sitting on top of him, but this was strictly a medical procedure.
Wait, is that thing touching my bottom… Focus, Choi Doyoon.
The strange, burning sensation on my skin finally began to die down.
Now, it was at a level where it only stung and tickled a little if I made a wrong move.
Good, this much is perfect.
I gently stroked Leonel’s waist and began to leisurely sweep through his teeth.
As if responding to this, Leonel lightly bit my lower lip with his fangs, as if teasing me.
A faint groan escaped my lips on its own from the slight pain.
“…”
The two pieces of flesh tangled together here and there.
Leonel intermittently let out hot breaths, panting, and instinctively craved me deeper.
With a wet smacking sound, Leonel’s tongue gradually slid inside, lightly touching my throat before biting my lower lip.
“Ha, ah… Your Majesty.”
I called out to him again to try and wake his consciousness even a little bit.
But naturally, he still did not answer.
To bring back his sanity, I pulled his waist a bit tighter against my lower body and shifted my hips slightly up and down.
I started to feel Leonel’s fully swollen lower half through the thin pants.
It was an embarrassing posture, doing this with only two layers of fabric between us.
Even so, I pressed my hips closer, pushing down against Leonel’s part.
“Mmh….”
Leonel, who was right on the verge of a rampage, let out a faint groan.
His pupils were now staring precisely at me.
To check the situation, I pulled my lips away slightly and placed both hands on his broad chest.
The long thread of spit from the passionate guiding stretched out and broke.
Me, having this kind of kiss… with this person.
No, let’s not snap out of it. I caught my breath and spoke to him slowly.
“Are you… awake?”
“…”
He didn’t say anything and just stared at me quietly.
It was a relief. There was no resistance, no struggling, and no manifestation of abilities above the average level.
According to the Supernatural Ability Management Bureau manual, this was proof that the other party had calmed down to some extent.
If so, then next…
Thud—
“Uh…”
Before I could even think about what to do next, a brutal strength pulled me backward.
Before I knew it, the view inverted, and our positions were reversed.
A pair of menacing golden eyes looked down at me.
Even if I wanted to shake off his grip on my wrists, there was no way my slender wrists could break free from the strength of an S-class Hunter.
“Your Majesty…?”
I spoke to him, wondering if his reason had returned, but Leonel remained silent.
I tried to continue the guiding first, but I couldn’t because he was pressing down on me with an immense weight.
“Wait, just a moment! Ugh.”
Before I could resist, Leonel’s teeth sank into my neck.
A sharp groan burst from my mouth as he chewed his way from my neck down to my shoulder line, then slowly licked it with his tongue.
“Stop, wa-wait a minute.”
But there was no way a Hunter on the verge of a rampage could hear a Guide’s shouts.
As if guiding were an oasis in the desert, an S-class Hunter instinctively craved their Guide.
As if marking his territory on my neck, his lips, which had been gentle just a moment ago, trifled with various spots on my neck and left red marks.
I felt a large, cold hand slide under the suit shirt I had ironed so well this morning.
Leonel roughly lifted the suit shirt, stroked my bare waist, and gripped it with both hands.
Then, one hand moved higher and higher, until a finger touched a bud that had swollen up from instinctive arousal.
“Ah, ng…!”
Did I just make that kind of sound?
