Churu for the Angry Guide

24

Raindrops gathered on the window as Seojun stared at it with boredom floating in his eyes.

Today, he was once again sitting alone on the sofa in the guiding room, receiving machine guiding. Seojun was more diligent than anyone else when it came to guiding.

Even when his wavelength was stable, he would always receive machine guiding if he had time left. This was the leader’s order. Following Taebeom’s instruction to constantly manage his wavelength, Seojun frequently visited the guiding room.

And exactly a week ago, his visits to the guiding room became even more frequent.

Squeak— Squeak—

Seojun pressed the white mouse doll with a bored expression. It was Siwoo’s comfort toy. He always secretly played with the doll like this whenever Siwoo was asleep.

Thanks to Siwoo going for a walk with Geonho, he could freely squeeze the mouse.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Only the small cries of the mouse doll occasionally broke the silence of the guiding room. Soon after, the machine sounded an alarm indicating the end of the guiding session.

However, Seojun pressed the control button to restart the guiding from the beginning. He unnecessarily received additional guiding, not leaving the sofa. As if he was waiting for someone.

After fiddling with the mouse doll, he rubbed his bored eyes and turned on the TV. Seeing the title of the movie that came on, Seojun pulled up one corner of his mouth.

“My Own Guide.”

He read the movie title in a mocking, sarcastic tone. As the title suggested, the movie depicted a passionate love story between an esper and a guide.

The acting was decent enough to watch, but the title was quite ridiculous. My own guide, huh.

“Bullshit.”

Squeak—

He pressed the innocent mouse doll while rubbing his temple with the remote control. Despite his bored expression, he didn’t change the channel.

He watched the movie with an indifferent face, occasionally glancing at Geonho’s room. It felt like something was missing without the white lump that always glared at him from inside.

Seojun looked at Geonho’s empty room and the heavy rain pouring outside the window before turning his attention back to the TV.

The movie continued with a scene where the guide dramatically saves the injured esper. The two protagonists were partners and lovers. With a matching rate of nearly 90%.

Just then, a scene came on where the guide emphasized their high matching rate while approaching the esper who was on the verge of going berserk.

Seojun couldn’t help but chuckle at this serious moment. A matching rate close to 90%? He laughed because it was such an unrealistic setting. It was absurd.

Seojun continued watching the movie despite cursing at it. It seems he found enjoyment in watching it mockingly.

After a brief battle scene, a bed scene followed. Seojun, who had been resting his chin on his hand, showed somewhat interested eyes.

The bed’s going to break, he muttered softly as he continued watching.

Given the abnormally high matching rate, the guiding scene unfolded very passionately. Although it seemed like an excessively intense scene, it was somewhat plausible.

If the matching rate was 90%… it was a figure that could make one’s eyes roll just from skin contact.

“Seojun, why are you watching the good stuff alone?”

At that moment, Jihan, who had arrived in the guiding room via teleportation, pretended to cover his eyes. The large TV screen was filled with flesh-colored images.

“This is just a movie.”

Seojun smiled with his eyes, pretending to be embarrassed. Jihan leaned on the back of the sofa with interest. He smelled of rain.

“Ah, that’s the one. ‘Your Own Guide’?”

“It’s called ‘My Own Guide’.”

Jihan seemed to recognize the movie, looking pleased. He even knew the general plot.

“Those two have a 90% matching rate, right?”

“Yes, that’s right. They’re both S-class.”

“Wow, impressive specs.”

It was a matching rate and guide rank that could never exist in reality. There wasn’t a single S-class guide in the country. Though there was an SS-class esper.

“It’s quite exaggerated, isn’t it?”

Seojun agreed with Jihan as they watched the actors clinging to each other like animals in heat. Although it showed their good acting skills, the direction was too over-the-top.

“There’s no way someone would lose their mind to that extent.”

“You think so?”

Jihan tilted his head slightly, seeming to have a different opinion from Seojun.

He carefully observed the actor playing the guide role with languid eyes. The pale skin dotted with sweat and the small, round face reminded him of someone.

“I think it’s entirely possible to act like that.”

As he laughed playfully, Seojun laughed along with him. Although he didn’t particularly agree, he didn’t bother to argue. He just said, “I see,” and let it go.

“Is Geonho sleeping again?”

Jihan seemed to have lost interest in the movie, which now only had moans without dialogue, and went to the kitchen. He naturally opened a kitchen drawer and took out some cat treats.

“No, he went out. With the cat.”

“They went out together?”

Jihan tilted his head as he was taking out organic Churu. When Seojun confirmed it, he briefly looked out the window where heavy rain was pouring.

Then, putting the Churu in his pocket, he contacted the secretary.

“Hello, Secretary. Could you tell me Geonho’s location?”

Seojun also glanced at Jihan while squeezing the mouse doll with a squeak.

It was raining heavily. The rain was pouring down as if it would drill holes in the ground.

It was perfect weather for catching a cold.

* * *

“Ugh…”

Siwoo tightly closed his eyes at the cool sensation touching his waist.

Taebeom’s left hand was gripping Siwoo’s waist. It was cold and hard enough to make the back of his head tingle. In contrast, his right hand was incredibly hot.

Every time his right hand touched Siwoo’s skin, a strange sound escaped from his constricted throat. The fact that he was supporting Siwoo’s buttocks with that hot hand made it feel even stranger.

In fact, the strangest sensation was in his mouth.

Siwoo frowned at the unfamiliar stimulation and slightly twisted his body. The soft tongue stimulating various parts of his mouth was so unfamiliar that his mind went blank.

Beads of sweat like raindrops formed on Siwoo’s round forehead. As his mouth, which had only been used as a tool for swallowing food, connected with another person’s, his stomach kept tingling. He didn’t understand why this was happening.

Siwoo just instinctively pressed his lips together stickily.

Taebeom took care of the rest.

He pulled in the waist that kept trying to retreat while deeply penetrating Siwoo’s mouth. Unlike the body trying to escape, Siwoo’s lips did not reject him.

Rather, they seemed to try to cling to him even more.

Although awkwardly sticking out his tongue, Siwoo moved as Taebeom led, tilting his head on his own. A growling sound seemed to rumble from his slender neck.

Siwoo’s breathing gradually quickened. Taebeom’s breath seeping into the narrow mouth also became increasingly heavy.

The sound of the pouring rain swallowed their growing breaths.

Taebeom seemed to have lost his reason as much as the twitching Siwoo. His cold eyes, always stiff, were now relaxed as they took in Siwoo.

It was understandable. This was real guiding, something he had never properly experienced in his life.

The sensitive wavelength that had been stagnant in Taebeom’s body for a long time was being alleviated at an astonishing speed. Even the throbbing pain diminished every time he touched the white, soft skin.

It felt as if his airways were clearing. Only after breathing properly did Taebeom realize how stuffy his breathing had been until then.

He swallowed Siwoo’s hot breath and sucked the tender flesh more strongly. His heated head was in a state of suspended thought.

Taebeom’s mind, having absorbed the clear guide’s energy, was only quiet. It was also the first time his complicated thoughts had stopped.

“Cough.”

Taebeom, who had been tightly embracing the thin body, released his lips at the small coughing sound. He blankly stared at Siwoo with unfocused black eyes.

“Huu, ahem.”

Siwoo, who burst into a dry cough, gathered and swallowed his saliva. Then he pressed his lips firmly against Taebeom’s again.

Taebeom’s wavelength, craving for guiding, was calling out to Siwoo. It seemed that even if they kept their lips joined all day, it wouldn’t be enough to soothe his wavelength.

Sensing the pain that Taebeom constantly lived with, Siwoo tried to unravel the tangled wavelength somehow. Indeed, he was a born guide.

Ah, it’s frustrating.

Siwoo frowned and groaned. He felt restless because Taebeom, who had been making him feel good even when still, suddenly stopped.

Siwoo pulled Taebeom’s shoulders close and licked his lips. Immersed in his first mucosal guiding, Siwoo looked very dreamy.

He rubbed his nose tip against Taebeom’s cheek, who had suddenly stopped kissing, and exhaled a stuffy breath. Strangely, he couldn’t breathe properly.

“Keck, cough.”

The moment Siwoo coughed loudly, Taebeom immediately grabbed his neck. More precisely, he raised his hand towards the neck.

Soon after, with the sound of something tearing, his airway cleared. At the same time, a series of coughs burst from his tightly blocked throat.

“Cough! Huu, ah… huff.”

Tears welled up due to the coughing that wouldn’t easily stop.

Siwoo wiped the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes on Taebeom’s cheeks. He still seemed to think he was a cat.

Then he paused as he saw the black leather strap that had fallen onto his thigh.

‘This looks familiar…’ As he narrowed his eyes, his mouth slightly opened.

It was the necklace Geonho had put on him. The one with the gold pendant.

So that’s why my throat felt stuffy.

He was so immersed in the guiding that he didn’t even realize the necklace was choking him. He hadn’t been aware of it at all, even though there was a bright red mark on his neck.

His neck did hurt, but he thought it was Taebeom’s pain, not his own. He had only thought it was the esper’s pain seeping into his body.

Siwoo blinked, holding the torn necklace in his hand.

“…”

Siwoo was looking down at his white thighs contrasting with the black necklace. As his eyes gradually moved lower, his pale face turned a deep pink. He just now realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

An earthquake occurred in Siwoo’s clear sky-blue eyes.

The moment he saw the necklace Geonho had given him, he came to his senses as if hit on the head with a rock. Seeing Geonho slumped in the chair behind Taebeom made him even more alert.

L-let’s run away. Quickly.

Just as Siwoo was about to cover his moist lips while putting strength in his legs,

“Does it hurt?”

Taebeom asked, caressing Siwoo’s reddened neck. He was closely examining the red marks on Siwoo’s neck.

Taebeom, with his relaxed eyes, looked like a completely different person.