Churu for the Angry Guide

33

After learning the cat’s true identity, Geonho vowed never to go to the guiding room again. Even knowing it wasn’t possible, he stubbornly refused to set foot near the main building.

He only traveled between the gate sites, trying to soothe his turbulent feelings. No matter how much power he used or how many monsters he killed, his anger wouldn’t subside. As time passed, his anger only grew.

“Um… E-Esper Kang Geonho.”

Today, too, a teleport esper approached the violently rampaging Geonho. As a low-ranking esper, he was stationed in the center’s main building, handling simple tasks like assisting with transportation.

“I-I have a message, ahem.”

Geonho’s wavelength was too overwhelming for such a low-ranking esper. With a flushed face, he held his breath and focused his energy.

“Leader Kang Taebeom asks you to come to the guiding room right now!”

After delivering the message with veins popping on his neck, he quickly left. He couldn’t withstand the angry wavelength of an SS-rank any longer.

“Damn…”

Geonho’s shoulders heaved as he threw away a monster he had just cut in half. At his feet, countless monster corpses were piled up like a mountain. It was a scene that could be described as hellish.

His vow to never go to the guiding room again crumbled immediately at Taebeom’s order. Geonho left the site, rubbing his throbbing forehead.

He had no choice but to obey his brother’s orders. He always followed his leader brother’s words. He had never defied his brother in his life, as far as he could remember.

That’s how he reluctantly arrived in front of the guiding room door exactly 10 minutes ago.

Geonho stood there, glaring at the door without opening it. His feet seemed glued to the floor, not moving an inch.

The reason was obvious. If he went inside, he would be reminded more of that wicked cat.

There were still many traces of the cat left in the guiding room. Knowing this, Geonho had ordered not to clean the room.

Kang Shiro. You bastard.

Geonho let out a heavy sigh into the air. He didn’t even want to know what its real name was. To Geonho, the cat was still Shiro. His first pet cat. His family.

Just wait till I catch you. I’ll pluck out a handful of that white hair.

As he imagined pulling out the fine hair, he irritably rubbed his face. He was going crazy from not being able to forget the soft fur that felt like melted whipped cream.

That wasn’t all. The faint voice that used to meow kept nagging at his mind. The purring sound it made when touched while sleeping also tormented him. And those round, delicate, shining sky-blue eyes.

Meooooowww―!

At that moment, a strange sound came from inside the guiding room. It was definitely a voice he knew, but a cry he had never heard before.

Nyah! Meow! Nyaah!

It was so noisy that he doubted if it was really an animal making the sound. Geonho swallowed dryly and stood still, listening to the sound from beyond the door.

“Damn it…”

It was definitely a voice he knew. He had never heard it cry like that, but there was no doubt.

Kang Shiro, you bastard. You’re dead.

Just as he was about to turn the doorknob with his veined hand, the handle turned by itself and the door swung open wide. At the same time, a snow-white face filled Geonho’s vision.

It was a split second. Before Geonho could dodge, the man charging straight at him collided his forehead hard against Geonho’s shoulder.

“Ugh!”

There was a dull sound as if bone had been hit. Geonho’s mouth twitched, and then his whole body froze at the sight of the stark naked white body revealed below the small face. His tongue was also paralyzed, preventing him from cursing.

“Esper Geonho! Catch that guide! It’s our cat!”

The secretary, firmly held by Jihan’s telekinesis, shouted urgently. At that booming voice, Geonho’s hand twitched and his relaxed expression crumpled. The guide, holding his forehead, also reacted to the secretary’s words and raised his head.

Geonho’s mouth, about to shout prepared curses, opened silently. Red blood was streaming down below the guide’s straight nose.

He had hit his forehead, but his nose was bleeding. And from both nostrils at that.

Geonho watched the guide in front of him, forgetting even to breathe. The disheveled hair and sweat-stained skin were all snow-white. It was exactly like the Shiro in his memory.

The red nosebleed stood out even more against the white skin.

“…”

The guide, as dumbfounded as Geonho, couldn’t utter a word either. He unconsciously placed his hand on Geonho’s chest as if leaning on a wall, and just breathed out. Unaware of his nosebleed, he didn’t try to wipe the reddened philtrum. He didn’t seem to have any intention of picking up the blanket that had slipped off his shoulders.

A grinding sound came from Geonho’s jaw where thick veins were standing out. Hearing this, the guide flinched and tried to step back.

However, sensing Seojun approaching from behind, he stopped. A bead of sweat on his round forehead fell onto the blanket lying on the floor.

The guide alternately glanced at the blanket fallen on his feet and at Geonho with a blank face. His expression seemed to be looking for a chance to escape. That’s how it appeared to Geonho.

This sight infuriated Geonho. This fake cat bastard only thinking about running away.

“Hey!”

The guide’s body swayed at Geonho’s roar. It was such a tremendous sound that the secretary’s shout seemed small in comparison.

The guide quickly covered his face with both arms. Thinking Geonho might hit him, he took a defensive posture and squeezed his eyes shut.

Geonho picked up the fallen blanket himself and threw it hard at the guide. The guide only hunched his body more. The forcefully thrown blanket hit his body and fell back to the floor.

Somehow, it ended up looking like Geonho had hit him with the blanket.

Due to his hunched posture, the guide’s bare lower body was fully exposed. His tail wrapped around his body barely covered the important parts, but his buttocks were not covered at all.

Aware of this, Geonho’s bloodshot eyes turned to Seojun. He was standing right behind the guide.

“Get out!”

Geonho yelled at Seojun.

“Are you deaf?! I said get out!”

He even activated his telekinesis to push Seojun away forcefully.

Despite being pushed with considerable force, Seojun didn’t back down. He held onto the wall and stood firm, exerting strength in both legs. Seojun’s face was full of worry as he called out, “Hyung.”

“Calm down.”

The secretary also wore a concerned expression at Geonho’s highly agitated wavelength. He couldn’t help but worry, especially in front of a guide who wasn’t even an esper. It would be terrible if he made a mistake.

At that moment, the hunched guide took a step. Everyone’s eyes focused on him at once.

He walked past Geonho with his gaze fixed on the ground.

“…”

Without saying a word. Without leaving even a single apology.

Geonho’s pupils trembled slightly as he watched that cold back. None of the curses he had planned to say when he met him came to mind. The desire to pluck out his hair was gone too. Only hurt remained.

“You bastard, don’t live like that!”

Geonho took off the jacket he was wearing and threw it at the guide. Though it was soaked with monster blood, it was enough to cover the guide’s thin body. Being made of special material for espers, the coat was large and long.

It was also very heavy. So heavy that even a normal person would struggle to lift it.

Hit by this weighty clothing, the guide flew into the wall with a ‘thud!’ Seeing this, Geonho’s mouth fell open. Only after the guide hit the wall did he realize he hadn’t controlled his strength.

“Guide-nim!”

Seojun, who was nearby, rushed to the guide who had slumped to the floor. The guide couldn’t get up, his head bowed low.

“Are you alright?”

Jihan also quickly approached to check the guide’s condition. He wiped the blood smeared under his nose with his sleeve, checking if he was conscious. Fortunately, at least he hadn’t fainted.

“Can you move?”

Siwoo nodded, letting out a suppressed cough. He was just trying to get up, unable to even maintain his balance properly.

“Guide-nim, look at me.”

Jihan carefully held Siwoo’s trembling chin. As Siwoo’s head was forcibly lifted, Geonho came into his view.

He still looked angry.

It was exactly the reaction he had expected. This level of beating was considered moderate.

The nosebleed was due to his own weak body, and Geonho hadn’t intended to hit his nose. So the bloodshed was his own fault.

Siwoo kept trying to get up while thinking these meaningless thoughts. But when sweat from the corner of his eye trickled down his cheek, he felt too nauseous to walk.

“Guide-nim?”

Finally, Siwoo covered his mouth and retched. Unable to vomit on the floor, he tried to suppress the nausea.

At that moment, he felt someone cupping their hand under his chin, telling him to spit it out. The shouting voice was faint.

Siwoo emptied his stomach without even checking whose hand it was. As the stinging stomach acid came up, his vision went completely black.