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Every time the pressure hit my inner walls, it felt as though my insides were twisting in discomfort.

Even the sounds of breathing from behind remained rough and heavy.

Han Jihyuk’s actions were equally relentless, his intensity unyielding.

The continuous rhythm left me instinctively clenching against the intrusion.

Kang Taewon, however, did not relent, muttering curses under my breath, while Han Jihyuk exhaled deeply, my breaths carrying a strained intensity.

With every alternating motion, a warm, sticky sensation trailed downward.

From its texture, it seemed to be evidence of Kang Taewon’s release inside.

Though my body was swayed and shaken from the relentless pace, I managed to glance downward once more despite the chaos.

Kang Taewon had warned me not to look away before, but I had no intention of obeying.

The originally flat stomach was now unnaturally swollen, filled with two intruding presences.

It was a striking sight, even to my own eyes, and it was evident that the Espers standing nearby were equally affected.

The evidence lay in the quiet groan that escaped Lee Dohoon, who had been forced into the situation.

He had begun moving his hips steadily, having pressed himself in halfway.

Beside him, Shin Heesung also thrust forward with unsteady eyes, his movements deliberate yet relentless.

The sound of damp friction echoed wildly, mixing with heavy, indistinguishable breaths, creating a chaotic atmosphere.

My consciousness wavered in and out, only to be snapped back by a voice cursing from behind.

Han Jihyuk, who had been holding out longer than Kang Taewon, finally reached his limit, his movements decisive.

“…Damn.”

The pressure from the repeated intrusion grew overwhelming, and the sensation of being filled left me gasping for air.

A suffocating heat rose as my body involuntarily convulsed, struggling to adapt to the relentless onslaught.

My vision blurred white, accompanied by a feeling of vertigo.

Even in the precarious state, Lee Dohoon and Shin Heesung continued their movements with fervor, their determination unwavering.

Han Jihyuk, however, outlasted Kang Taewon, his endurance and intensity showing no signs of relenting.

The pressure became unbearable as the situation escalated, leaving me teetering between clarity and delirium.

As if sensing my fading consciousness, Kang Taewon pressed his palm firmly against my swollen abdomen, forcing my attention back.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh? You really want to pass out here?”

His tone was sharp, almost mocking.

“Ack… Stop…”

My protests were choked, barely audible.

The tension in my body increased as Kang Taewon repeatedly applied pressure, driving my senses into disarray.

My mind floated in a fog of sensations, both overwhelming and unfamiliar, leaving me unable to fully process the scene unfolding around me.

In an instant, my head snapped to the side.

Ignoring the sting in my cheek, I turned back and glared at Kang Taewon, only to find his golden eyes dangerously close.

“You still can’t figure out the situation with that dumb head of yours, huh? Acting like an idiot, are you?”

“Looks like Yeonwoo still hasn’t had enough. Don’t worry. I was planning to take care of that anyway.”

“…You’re not an Esper anymore. You’re just a vessel for us now.”

“Go Yeonwoo. Do you still think you’re an Esper?”

Their voices overlapped, sneering at me, but I only scoffed in response.

Slowly, I let my gaze drift over them, twisting my lips into a smirk.

“I killed Woo Jiyoo, the one you all clung to so desperately… and yet you still want to use me? What, now that I’ve manifested as a Guide, you think I’m too valuable to kill?”

“Ha… Shut the hell up.”

Kang Taewon growled immediately, his eyes dark and menacing, but I didn’t stop.

My throat ached from earlier, but the pain felt almost satisfying.

“He was someone who deserved to die. Woo Jiyoo, that bastard. If a few stabs to the heart were all it took to end him, I’d say I did him a favor.”

“You…!”

Kang Taewon lunged at me, but Han Jihyuk moved faster, his hand tightening around my throat.

I was shoved back onto the bed, pinned down and gasping for breath.

“Guh—!”

“Should I cut out that filthy mouth of yours to finally shut you up, Go Yeonwoo?”

Han Jihyuk leaned in close, his cold eyes burning as he spat the words.

He looked more dangerous now than when he had grabbed me outside this place.

His blue eyes flickered with a deadly light, as if he might kill me at any moment.

But I felt no fear—just anticipation.

This was exactly the kind of reaction I wanted.

The more they hated me, the harder they will hurt me, the closer I got to my goal.

If they didn’t push me to the edge, the plan wouldn’t work.

I needed to keep provoking them, driving them out of their minds.

It wasn’t hard.

I’d done the same with partners in the past, pushing their buttons until they lost control.

Whenever things slowed down, I stirred them up again.

And each time, they came back, desperate and wild, giving me the twisted pleasure I craved.

One friend had once called me insane, said I was obsessed with pain and that I’d end up dead one day.

But I couldn’t care less.

My body wanted it—what was I supposed to do?

“Don’t you dare defile Woo Jiyoo’s name with that mouth.”

“…He’s dead. What difference does it make if I—guh!”

“I warned you. Don’t run your mouth.”

Han Jihyuk’s blue eyes gleamed unnaturally.

His grip tightened until my mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

The pain seared my throat, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

My body trembled, welcoming the sensation like an old friend.

“Cough… Hah!”

“How dare you, you worthless—”

His voice cut like ice as his hand squeezed harder, blurring the edges of my vision.

Darkness crept in, only to recede as I barely held on.

But even then, I knew he wouldn’t kill me.

To Espers, Guides were air and water—necessary for survival.

These four in front of me could barely breathe without me.

A Guide with my level of resonance was rare, and they needed me desperately.

Even if they acted like they held the power, in the end, they’d crawl on their knees.

“Woo Jiyoo wasn’t like you. He wasn’t trash.”

Han Jihyuk’s furious voice trembled as he finally released me, his lips pressed tight with frustration.

“…Damn it.”

As expected, Han Jihyuk’s chest heaved heavily, unable to bring himself to kill me.

His face twisted in frustration, as if disgusted by his inability to finish the job.

With a firm grip on my neck, he yanked me to my feet.

The moment I stood, the other espers, seething with anger, didn’t miss a beat.

They pressed in closer, overwhelming me once again.

“Ugh, ah—!”

“You bastard, you think you can say his name? Wu Jiyoo?!”

“Jiyoo died because of you. It’s your fault… all of it.”

“Yeonwoo, maybe if I break you completely this time, you’ll finally understand. What do you think?”

“I’ll make sure you never speak Jiyoo’s name again. I’ll tear you apart if I have to.”

Their eyes gleamed with a wildness that suggested they were barely holding on to reason.

Their actions were rough, driven by rage and grief, as they pinned me down with relentless force.

‘…Yeah. This is exactly what I wanted.’

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