Churu for the Angry Guide

25

“I asked if it hurts.”

Taebeom repeated the same question as he grabbed Siwoo’s wrist, which was covering his mouth, and pulled it down. It seemed like it would take a while for his rationality to return.

On the other hand, Siwoo, who had already regained his senses, swallowed nervously. He needed to run away right now. But as Taebeom held his wrist, his legs went weak, and he couldn’t escape.

Taebeom, who had been staring at Siwoo, slightly tilted his head towards him. Thinking he was urging him to answer, the flustered Siwoo quickly opened his mouth.

“Ah, it doesn’t hurt.”

He spoke faintly, thinking this might make Taebeom release his hand.

However, Taebeom gripped Siwoo’s wrist even tighter, with a somewhat displeased expression.

“Really, it doesn’t hurt…”

Siwoo mumbled, unable to withstand Taebeom’s intense gaze. The persistent touch caressing his neck and wrist kept threatening to make strange sounds come out of his mouth.

“Stop… touching me.”

Siwoo turned his head away, clenching his jaw tightly. He felt like if this continued, he might end up kissing him again, caught up in the atmosphere. That was something he desperately wanted to avoid.

Ah, please, stop.

Siwoo squeezed his eyes shut, his face turning bright red. It was because Taebeom had kissed his neck instead of his lips.

He rubbed his lips against the side of Siwoo’s neck, inhaling his scent. As if Siwoo’s skin emitted a pleasant sweet smell, he kept his nose pressed against it, showing no intention of moving away.

In reality, a sweet fragrance did emanate from Siwoo’s body. It was a scent that enticed espers. Though he had no such intention himself.

“Ungh…!”

Unable to hold back his voice any longer, Siwoo clenched his molars tightly.

Every time Taebeom’s lips rubbed against his neck, goosebumps spread across his entire body. His mind was ready to run away immediately, but his weakened legs refused to move.

Above all, he couldn’t bring himself to push away Taebeom, who was desperately absorbing the guiding. The more Taebeom kissed him and pulled him close, the more Siwoo realized how much Taebeom had needed guiding all this time.

Taebeom was starving. He was in a much more precarious state than he himself had thought.

After inhaling Siwoo’s scent deeply, Taebeom kissed along the red marks left on his white neck. The area that had been tightly pressed by the collar was slightly swollen.

At first, he gently pressed his lips against the marks as if to soothe them, but gradually he parted his lips slightly as if kissing. Every time Siwoo swallowed, his bobbing Adam’s apple became a major stimulation.

“Don’t… suck!”

Startled by the sensation of his Adam’s apple being sucked, Siwoo hastily threw his head back. Taebeom, who had been covering his nape with his hand to prevent this, absolutely refused to remove his mouth.

Thump, thump, thump.

Siwoo’s accelerated pulse was transmitted through his lips.

The faster his heart beat, the more guiding flowed out. This was driving Taebeom crazy.

“Ugh!”

Taebeom pushed Siwoo to the ground and climbed on top of his thin body. He inserted his knee between Siwoo’s white thighs and lay down, overlapping their bodies.

Taebeom’s instincts were craving Siwoo.

He desired much more than just a kiss. Saliva alone wasn’t enough to quench his burning thirst.

Before Siwoo, shocked by the change in position, could say anything, Taebeom overlapped their lips.

He blocked the sounds escaping from Siwoo’s mouth with his soft flesh, pressing firmly as he searched for pleasant spots. The more he rubbed and stimulated the mucous membrane, the more energy that cleared his head gushed out.

It was an energy that made even the humid air taste sweet.

More, more. Taebeom absorbed this more strongly, needing even more guiding.

Siwoo gave him as much as he wanted.

Even while thinking that they shouldn’t go any further, he couldn’t stop. The more Taebeom’s wavelength entered his body, the more his will to escape faded.

Is this what real guiding is? Is it always like this?

Siwoo’s breath was rough, as if he had been deeply planted in the ground. As he kissed Taebeom, his rationality began to blur again.

Even after Taebeom released his wrist, instead of pushing him away, Siwoo just held onto his broad shoulders. He didn’t know when or how to stop the guiding that had caught fire.

It was natural that he couldn’t understand.

No matter how innate his guiding skills were, Siwoo was a rookie guide with less than a year of experience. What could such a novice possibly know?

“Ah, it hurts…!”

Siwoo gasped, his eyes flying open at the sudden pain that struck his head.

Terrible pain began to surge throughout his entire body.

It was a sensation that made him cling tightly to his blurring consciousness. Fear washed over him at this pain he had never experienced before.

Siwoo took urgent breaths with a shocked expression. What scared him most was his own body trying to connect with the esper even while in such pain.

Siwoo tried to continue the kiss while embracing Taebeom with trembling hands. He felt that if he stopped here, the esper who had been absorbing the guiding would suffer more.

Taebeom also wanted to continue the kiss.

“Cough, huh, cough…”

However, seeing Siwoo coughing wetly, he closed his mouth. It was Taebeom who first stopped the guiding.

With downcast eyes, he looked at the guide suffering in pain and suppressed his wavelength. It was an incredible level of self-control.

Taebeom swallowed a long breath with his mouth tightly shut.

Thick veins stood out on his neck as he silently looked down at Siwoo. His unfocused eyes were on Siwoo’s lips, but he absolutely did not approach. He bit his tongue and swallowed the urge that threatened to burst out.

“Ha…”

Meanwhile, Siwoo regulated his breathing. As soon as their skin stopped touching, the pain rapidly decreased. With no more energy being drained, strength returned to his limp body.

Feeling relieved, Siwoo slowly looked at Taebeom. Although he still didn’t seem to be in his right mind, he appeared to understand words.

“Ahem, um…”

Siwoo was about to ask Taebeom to move away. But before he could finish his words, he froze with his mouth open.

“Hyung?”

A voice that shouldn’t be heard right now made Siwoo freeze.

“…What are you doing?”

It was Geonho’s voice.

Geonho, who had just opened his eyes, was still not fully awake.

As he blinked his drowsy eyes and turned his head towards the sound, a strange scene unfolded before him.

It’s definitely my brother, but… why is he like that?

Geonho looked at Taebeom and the woman beneath him without even raising his head, still lying on the chair.

Or is it a man, not a woman? He was briefly confused by the pretty face, but looking at the naked body, it seemed to be a man.

My brother lying on top of a man.

Even greater questions clouded Geonho’s eyes as he looked at this incomprehensible scene. Everything was just strange.

It was hard enough to understand why his brother was lying on the ground, but to be on top of a completely naked man – it was enough to make one lose their mind.

Geonho’s red eyes briefly glanced downward before coming back up. Indeed, the man wasn’t even wearing underwear.

He was about to look again at the buttocks as white as tofu out of curiosity but stopped. Wondering if this was some weird dream.

“Ungh!”

At that moment, a small moan escaped the man’s mouth. It was because Taebeom had collapsed on top of him.

The man, who had turned pale, reflexively looked at Geonho. It was a look that clearly expected Geonho to save him.

However, Geonho was looking at his brother, not at the man. He didn’t even glance at the man pinned under the large esper’s body.

He was about to jump up from the chair, calling out to his brother, when…

“What…”

Geonho, feeling the coat covering his chest, made a genuinely surprised face. He looked around with an expression even more shocked than when his brother had collapsed.

“Kang Shiro!”

He called out the name of the cat he had named himself at the top of his lungs, looking under the chair. But all he could see was the ground, wet and muddy from the rain.

It was enough to make one’s eyes roll, even for a weird dream. Geonho stood up, kicking away the chair, and looked around.

“Shiro!”

Geonho’s voice, even louder now, echoed through the sound of rain.

Geonho’s eyes, which had become sharp as if angry, passed over the empty walkway and landed on the man. He was still pinned under the collapsed Taebeom.

“Hey, you!”

When Geonho shouted at him, his thin shoulders jumped in fright. He looked terrified, as if Geonho had raised a hand to him.

Geonho was about to ask him if he had seen a white cat. A small, thin cat with white fur and light sky-blue eyes… if he hadn’t seen it.

Geonho’s gaze became blank as his words trailed off. He slowly scanned the man’s snow-white hair, skin, and trembling eyes.

The eyes of the man, whose body and hair were all white, were a clear sky blue. Just like our Shiro.

“You…”

Geonho’s deep voice didn’t continue to the end. He just bit his lip, thinking “No way” to himself.

The question of who he was got stuck in his throat. He was even angrier that the man didn’t explain who he was first.

Geonho glared at the man with a furrowed brow.

The man was visibly shaking. His pale lips trembled noticeably. Anyone would think he had been thrown out naked in the dead of winter.

But it was summer now. Even though it was raining, it was just a bit chilly, definitely not cold weather.

“Hey.”

So it was clear that the man was shaking not from cold, but from fear. It was the face of someone who had committed a terribly big mistake.

“What are you?”

Geonho’s low voice came out through his heated throat.

“I said, what are you?”

He urged for an answer, glaring at the man whose lips were trembling. As he warned with a cold gaze, the hesitant man forced himself to open his mouth.

He opened and closed his trembling lips before squeezing his eyes shut. Achoo! A big sneeze came out, making his eyes close involuntarily.

Meow…!

At the same time, the man disappeared from sight. Along with a muffled cat’s meow.

Seeing this, all strength left Geonho’s body. The wrinkles between his eyebrows that had been deeply furrowed also disappeared.

Geonho collapsed back onto the chair.

The moment he saw the white cat emerging from under Taebeom’s body, groaning, his body sank deeply to the floor.

It was a familiar backside that Geonho knew well. That small, round eye-like back of the head had been captured in thousands of photos in his phone gallery.

The man was Shiro. Kang Shiro. My family, my cat.

The cat, who had sneezed with a shudder, staggered for a moment. Then it picked up something that had fallen to the ground with its mouth.

It was a black collar.

The cat ran away with the broken collar in its mouth. Without even looking back. It ran out of the pavilion into the pouring rain, very quickly.