Throughout the entire process, Yoo Geon remained pitifully frozen. I couldn't even breathe properly. Her chest heaved intermittently as she let out the breath she had been holding in little by little. They hadn't even mixed their tongues yet. The first time I knocked him down and ran into him in the cold alley, the injured area hurt, and the second time I knelt down on the marble floor and kissed him, I thought it was because of the drugs that made him lose his senses.
"no way."
He bit his lower lip playfully and whispered softly.
"Have you never even had a real kiss? "Is that the first time you did it with me?"
"… … ."
"What about sex, you can understand it just by looking at it."
"Why do you ask that? "Is there such an item on the guide resume?"
Unable to bear it anymore, Yoo Geon fired back. No matter how easy-going he was, he wasn't the kind of person who would just sit back and listen when he openly talked about his experiences with kissing and having sex.
"I don't have any."
Shinje laughed like a sigh.
"I thought I would make it a limited edition Baek Yu-geon guide."
One hand grabbed my shoulder and the other hand grabbed my waist and I was dragged in helplessly. 'uh.' While doing so, the center of gravity tilted backwards. As soon as my back touched the spacious sofa, the man's body climbed on top of me. There was no way to do anything. My parted lips were immediately closed. His tongue penetrated between them.
With an absolutely beautiful face, the god gave an extremely barbaric kiss. His tongue dug deep into the mucous membrane of his throat, then suddenly darted out and sucked his lips. There was a slurping sound as his wet tongues rubbed and rubbed against each other. Every time the hot, lumpy tongue swirled around my mouth, my body throbbed.
Neither of them closed their eyes. Yoo Geon could not adapt to this unfamiliar behavior and stared into space with shocked eyes, while Shin Je observed him carefully.
"Uh, huh, huh… … ."
This was no longer just a kiss. Yoo Geon was being eaten. He felt himself being chewed alive, in his opponent's mouth, from head to toe. The flesh of his soul was torn away, and he was being sucked out of the intangible blood that flowed through the blood vessels and nerves of his entire body.
My mind kept going blank and I felt like I was going to fall down. Yoo Geon stuttered and stretched out his hand. Huff, huff, the field let out a series of breaths and grabbed Shinje's shoulder so hard that it felt like it would crush it. The new emperor did not stop him. He actually lowered his body as if to ask him to do more. The man's weight was placed between his spread thighs. A stiff pain arose in his pelvis due to his unfamiliar posture.
"Ugh… … Ha, wow!"
Unable to bear it, Yugeon suddenly turned his head. The lips slowly fell. However, the priest immediately and tenaciously followed up and kissed her again. The sound of desperate breathing suddenly stopped.
Shinje's hand traced Yugeon's chest over his shirt. All of the shirt buttons were buttoned neatly except for the top one. He kneaded her chest muscles and toyed with her nipples, then tried to slide his hands under the harness across her ribcage when it bothered him. However, it was not easy because it was tightly tailored to his body. The god, whose mind was twisted, grabbed his leather strap and pulled it roughly as if he was going to tear it off.
"Ugh… … ."
A painful groan escaped from Yoo Geon. Without leaving his lips, the priest nervously stretched out his hand and unbuckled his buckle. That wasn't the end. Tap, tap, tap, the shirt buttons opened rhythmically. Finally, down to the waist belt and pants zipper.
Only after leaving Yoo Geon in a disheveled outfit, Shinje parted his lips and raised his upper body as if he was satisfied. Yoo Geon, who was lying underneath, gasped and glared at him. The area around his half-opened eyes was stained red.
The hem of the dress was wide open, exposing her bare chest and stomach. There were faint harness marks on my skin. The smooth, shiny guide badge hanging from the crumpled hem of the shirt was strangely perverse. Her underwear was visible through the front of her pants with the zipper fully open.
"The uniform suits you well. "I'm glad it's the right size."
He hadn't said anything before, but now Shinje suddenly brought up the topic of uniforms. If you're going to compliment someone's clothes, do it while they're fully clothed. Even if the timing was wrong, it was very wrong.
"If you feed yourself well and gain weight… … . "The mark here will be deeper."
He tapped my chest half-heartedly with his knuckles, as if knocking. Yoo Geon frowned. It was a kiss that felt like it was being chewed and swallowed, and even that was a stimulus to my sensitive body.
"So, eat whatever you get. Don't cheat like before. "The person who cared for me the most is upset."
That sounded funny. It was clear that as long as Yoo Geon was chained here, instead of gaining weight, he would soon become thin and die. I didn't want to eat anything from those bastards, no matter how great the feast.
"If guide Baek Yu-geon keeps acting cold, okay? I got hurt again... … . "You might want to stop giving your brother fluids, right?"
"… … ."
Yoo Geon was silent for a moment. The murderous spirit lurking in the nearly three-hundred-eyed black eyes became darker. A grinding sound came from him.
"You, really. It's a dog. "
The priest gently lowered his gaze and smiled shyly.
"It was nothing."
He placed his hand on the backrest of the sofa, above Yu-geon's head, and lowered his upper body. A shadow appeared on Yu-gun's face. He wouldn't be able to be seen clearly from above because the priest's body would be completely covered.
He lifted Yugeon's hand with a gentle hand and removed the glove. He took his bare hand and placed it on my front bumper. I could feel the heavy outline bulging under the suit pants through my palm.
"what… … ."
Yoo Geon was startled and tried to take his hand away, but it was no use. His hand didn't move, as if it were stuck in a rock the size of a house.
"Wash it carefully. "He doesn't like food, so I should at least feed him this."
A beat later, I understood what he meant. The feeling of rejection rose sharply. My stomach, which had been sore all day, started throbbing even more. Shin Je, who saw Yu-gun's expression, laughed.
"no, I do not want?"
That's a question.
"… … ."
Yoo Geon bit his lip and took a deep breath. He hesitated a few times before unbuckling his belt and slowly pulling down his zipper. His penis wrapped in his underwear was revealed through the wide open zipper. Even at first glance, it was so big that it made you feel dizzy.
My mind was completely blank. Is the size of an S-class dick also S-class? Are you saying I have to wash that? With my mouth? All my motivation faded and my barely made resolve wavered. It seemed like it would be better to be beaten to death, beaten to death, and thrown naked into the middle of a swarm of mutant species.
"How long are you going to just watch? "We have a long way to go."
The priest frowned slightly with a smile on his lips. The thing trapped in the tight fabric wriggled once.
"If you look at me so passionately and don't do anything, are you doing it on purpose to tease me?"
"That's not it… … ."
Before Yoo Geon could finish speaking, Shinje cupped his cheek, pulled him in, and pressed his head against my front.
"Sigh… … Ugh!"
"I told you to hurry. "If you put so much effort into it, how long will it take for it to end?"
A hard pillar crushed my cheek. Yoo Geon struggled and barely managed to maintain his balance by stretching his arms back and supporting the sofa. The lower lip was pressed against the glans and slightly opened.
Yoo Geon looked up, panting, with his face buried between Shin Je's strong, muscular thighs. Her eyes were watery, perhaps because she was suffocating or because she was embarrassed. The cool, open eyes were distorted as if they were going to cry. Are you asking me to stop pampering you and asking you to forgive me? Even though he knew it couldn't be so, he felt like misunderstanding for a moment.
Yoo Geon regained his composure. If we drag on like this, nothing will change. He grabbed the underwear band in front of him with trembling hands. He didn't want to pause as he slowly removed his underwear from the top. Instead of raising expectations, it seemed like fear would only increase. Yoo Geon closed his eyes tightly and pulled down his underwear in one go. That was a defeat.
slam! There was a sound of flesh clashing against flesh. The huge cock sticking out hit Yu-geon's cheek.
"… … ah."
Even after being slapped, Yoo Geon did not immediately understand what had happened. He looked up at his new subject blankly, one cheek slightly red and covered in a couple of drops of Cooper fluid.
"Tsk… … ."
Shinje could barely contain himself from bursting into laughter. Watching what he was doing, it seemed like if he left it to Yoo Geon, it would never end even if the date changed. That was good in its own way. If it weren't for the schedule that was scheduled behind this. In my mind, I wanted to fuck Yoo-gun all day long until his lips burst and his jaw falls off. Wouldn't it be cute to see him crying and drooling because his mouth isn't fully closed?
"Would you like to open your mouth?"
The priest calmly calmed him down in a laughing voice. I stroked his cheek a few times, then put my thumb between his lips to open his mouth.
"A little louder. "So I won't even get to the end."
"flaw… … ."
"Stick out your tongue. "That's right."
While holding Yoo-gun's chin with one hand, Shin-je grabbed the base of his penis. I tapped his lips against the glans, angling it carefully as if inserting it into the hole. As soon as I found his position, I pushed right in.
"Wow, hehe… … "Wow!"
The blunt glans pierced the inside of the roof of my mouth. Immediately I felt nauseous. He grabbed the back of Yoo-geon's head, which was twitching, and pinned it down. I slowly pulled out the glans until it was lightly scratched by my front teeth, and then inserted the glistening wet penis again. The soft tongue wrapped around the pillar.
"Ugh… … ."
Even though he didn't even put in half of it, Yoo Geon felt like he couldn't breathe. His throat was rising and falling with his mouth full of his penis as he swallowed his saliva. The roof of his mouth narrowed once, tightening his glans.
As he watched every change in his expression and probed the inside of his narrow mouth with his genitals, Shinje thought again. How many times would he have to rape her to completely break him? How many hours of constantly biting his dick up and down and receiving semen will have to accumulate before Yoo-geon becomes numb to all this stimulation. Will there come a day when he, too, gets tired of this new scapegoat? If he doesn't get sick of it, then what should he do?
It was then. Someone knocked on the door outside. It was a sound too clear to ignore. It seemed that someone had come to visit the priest.
"… … ."
Yoo Geon suddenly stopped struggling. He purred his bulging cheeks as if trying to spit out the dick in his mouth.
"Why do you want to quit on your own?"
"Ugh!"
A large hand grabbed my hair. All the blood drained from Yoo Geon's face. Soon the door suddenly opened. Fortunately or unfortunately, the sofa they were lying on had its back to the door. I don't know about Shinje, who had half of his upper body raised, but Yoo Geon, who was almost completely lying down, couldn't be seen because he was covered by the back of the sofa.
"… … ."
Yoo Geon struggled beneath him. Even though someone came into the room, he was sticking his penis in someone else's mouth. It was crazy. If this or that person even sees this scene... … . However, the penis, which was so full that it made my jaw ache, showed no signs of retreating. On the contrary, I got so excited that I made it even bigger. The bitter liquid that flowed from his glans wetted his tongue.
"Ah, sir. hello!"
It was a voice I had never heard before. He was so nervous and hesitant that he seemed to be a low-level hunter much lower in rank than Shinje.
"yes."
The priest answered by looking down without even looking at him. Then he began to slowly move his waist. He licked his dick and squeezed it inside his young mouth. Yoo-geon's eyes widened in shock.
"Well… … !"
Tsueup. The glans, the size of a child's fist, barely made it through the cramped throat, making a sound like she was sucking on her wet fingers. Yoo Geon grabbed Shin Je's thigh like a lifeline. He raised his fingernails and scratched them over the fabric of his pants.
"It is said that the gate inside Jangheon Station has been opened. It must have been created overnight and was discovered early this morning. "Several citizens who came to take the first train were hit."
"What is the scale?"
Shinje asked calmly while gently pounding his cock back and forth, crushing the roof of his mouth and tongue. If it weren't for his disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, his voice was so calm that even Yoo-geon would have been fooled.
"It's not that big because it's a subway station. Even considering that Jangheon Station is a transfer station for lines 4 and 8, it is small and medium-sized."
"… … ."
"The mutant species that has emerged has the ability to imitate the speech of the person it preys on, but it is said to be only a few words. I'm not very intelligent either. At most, I think it will be C to D grade, and even if there is a boss, it will be B grade... … ."
While speaking, Hunter felt strange. With the keen senses of an awakened person, she could not have known. Feet in black walkers sticking out of the armrests of the sofa, heavy breathing heard from beyond the backrest. The sofa seat made of high-quality leather occasionally made a creaking noise.
He immediately grasped the situation. If he had known that the leader was with a new guide, he wouldn't have been around here. He trailed off his words with a blank face.
"that… … . "Captain, if you're busy now, next time."
"I'm not busy."
Shinje smiled brightly and bent down to brush Yugeon's sweaty bangs.
"The guide is busy… … . "For sucking my dick."
Hunter hesitated. All he could think about was that he was dead now. I wasn't impressed when they reported that a mutant species had eaten people, but I was even more scared now.
"I'm sorry!"
He bowed in greeting and rushed out in a huff. As soon as I heard the door closing, the thrusting movement on my genitals became more intense. Shinje got down on his knees and got on top of Yoo Geon and started fucking her. Yoo Geon grunted and scratched Shin Je's thighs, but his resistance was futile.
"Yoogun. I'm afraid that person will see... … "Were you scared?"
Shinje's breathing gradually became rougher. The powerful dick bulged viciously in Yoo Geon's mouth. The corners of my mouth were all chapped and the roof of my mouth felt like it was going to tear apart. A groan of pain rose from Yu-geon's throat.
"I was just kidding… … . "Don't be scared."
"Ouch, gag… … "Big!"
Yoo-geon's toes on the armrest of the sofa were tapping meaninglessly. The sight before her eyes turned red, blue, and black. Like a broken TV screen.
"When I saw you were scared, I was so upset that I almost made you cum."
Puck, puck, puck. The glans filled with semen forced open the narrow throat. I greedily scratched the soft mucous membrane, looking for a place to cum. It crawled further inside and struck the area around the uvula. Shinje gritted his teeth. A low, dark pleasure ran down his spine and pooled in his lower abdomen.
"Tsk… … ."
The root of the penis trembled. It wasn't enough yet. I wanted to hit him more persistently and fiercely than this. I wanted to penetrate Yoo-geon's throat, his esophagus, as he chewed his dick, and crush everything inside. The heat rose sharply. My vision went white from the edges. He closed his eyes, fluttered his eyelashes, and ejaculated with the look on his face like a priest about to smite the devil.
The semen that shot out in a rush soaked the inside of my cheek and pooled on the back of my tongue. A viscous liquid flowed down my throat. I didn't want to swallow it, but I swallowed it reflexively. And right after that, Sare was heard.
"Cluck, clack!"
As soon as the dick that was filling his mouth slipped out, Yugeon coughed violently. His entire face and neck were red. Every time he coughed, the semen and saliva that he had not yet swallowed mixed together and flowed down the corner of his mouth. The priest stretched out his hand. He shook it off and curled up on his sofa. The cough showed no signs of stopping. Yoo-geon's shoulders and back, wearing a half-flowing shirt, shook sharply.
"omg… … . "Huh, haha."
After calming down to some extent, Yoo Geon turned around, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying. White semen seeped into my wet, red lips. Shinje placed one arm on the back of the sofa, stroked his hair, and stared at him. He couldn't feel sorry for his opponent, who was on the verge of suffocation because of him.
"… … "If you're done looking, please give me something to wipe."
These were Yoo Geon's first words after the sadistic oral sex. The tiredness was evident in his cracked voice. The priest widened his eyes as if he had heard something unexpected, then tilted his head slightly and smiled sweetly.
"yes. However much."
He responded obediently like the most caring man in the world, then leaned down and kissed Yoo Geon. It was the lips that bit his own penis and swallowed a load of semen, but he didn't care at all.
Yoo Geon won't know. How excited he is to force himself to obey cruel instructions. Maintaining a straight face even in situations where he cannot maintain his composure may be Yoo-geon's last pride. The last bastion that he tries to protect even though he is violated and violated.
Yes, something like that is okay. It would be good to leave it like this. If you work hard to ruin him, that too will fall apart someday.
* * *
"So what? What did you say just now? Are you going to go directly to a gate that doesn't look like anything special? "And bring a guide with you?"
Chan opened his eyes brightly and asked. I was so dumbfounded by Shinje's bombshell that I just laughed for a while and had barely regained my senses.
"How many times do I have to tell you to understand? "Chan, you've been having hearing loss lately, right?"
Shinje said without even turning his head as he sat down on the sofa and checked his tablet. On the other side of the spacious reception room, Taein, who had just finished a business call, is walking towards us.
"This bastard… … ."
"It's difficult if there's a problem with the power. If that's the case, tell me in advance. "I'll pick a new substitute for you."
"hey. Please make an appointment for the blood pressure test and brain test I mentioned earlier. "If this continues, I will die very quickly."
"okay. "I'll add an intelligence test to that."
"Fuck!"
Whether Chan shouted or not, Heesu, who had been fiddling with her phone next to her, looked up.
"Captain, please have me take a psychological test as well. There is something very scary called anger management disorder. "I looked up the symptoms on the Internet and found out that he's exactly Chan's type."
"You psycho bastards. "It's a psychological test, and you guys take it first!"
Chan finally reached his limit and exploded. People with the most mental problems are calmly exchanging conversations like that, so I can't help but get angry.
"But I'm also against taking Yoo Geon to the gate."
Shinje's hand, which had been half-heartedly flicking through the tablet screen, stopped.
"okay?"
"I really like this guide. This time, I decided to really take care of it. "I won't break it and I will use it sparingly for a long time."
"… … ."
"What if Yoo Geon gets his limbs eaten by a mutant? No, it doesn't matter because you can do everything even if you have a few limbs. What if I die? You have to get rid of the body before you can even use it properly. Where can I find a guide like this again? "It's such a waste that I'm going to die."
Hee-su pouted. She couldn't contain her anger and Chan, who was fuming, intervened.
"No, everyone left. Why are you taking a guide in the first place? Is there any reason to do that? Even if a guide is on the battlefield, it's a nuisance."
Shinje turned off the screen of the tablet he was looking at and put it down. After adjusting his loose posture and sitting down, he lightly gestured with his chin as if asking him to do more. Chan suppressed his angry temper and spoke.
"Baek Yu-geon or whatever, what can that bastard do there? It's obvious that you'll get bruised and bruised foolishly. "It's a relief if you don't faint or cry because you're scared of mutants."
"He will go to Mazzaroth with me someday."
"what?"
"For that to happen, you have to train in advance."
"Did you really mean what you said? Are you really going to take a guide and go in to capture Almuten?"
"Almuten's ability to force people to go berserk does not work on non-awakened people or guides. In the first place, runaway is a symptom that occurs when an awakened person exerts too much force. The only thing that can calm the rioting is a guide. "Then there is only one answer."
"It's a good thing to say, but if you take out the guidance, you are just a helpless ordinary person. Even if you train 100 or 1000 times, it's no use. "As soon as you step into the pit, you'll die."
"Well then, whatever. "I can't help it."
The priest shrugged his shoulders. Chan let out a laugh. His eyes calmed down.
"Hey, Shinje. Let's stop. Let's not drag him into it. "He doesn't know anything."
"… … ."
"I tried to scare him away, but he doesn't seem like the kind of person who will easily go out on his own just because he got scolded. I won't care if you take Baek Yu-geon away, beat him up, or do anything else. "Don't tell me you're going to drag me into the gate."
Now, it's not that I feel sorry for the guide. Chan has always been opposed to hiring an exclusive guide. He thought that there was no need to give him the name Erewhon and even provide him with food, clothing, and shelter, since he could buy a rental guide for money whenever he needed it. He was also concerned that there would be infighting among his team members over one guide.
It wasn't because I felt sorry for Yoo Geon. If that were the case, I wouldn't have neglected him even though I knew he was being abused by others. Even if the goal was to get him to leave voluntarily, he wouldn't have been verbally abusive in public. If I were to be honest, it was because of what little conscience I had left as a human being.
An old plague, a fanatic, or the most powerful star (Almuten). It was Shinje's long-cherished wish to kill that guy and destroy the ridiculous world of awakened and mutant species. Chan agreed with him and together they formed a group called Erewhon. Tae-in and Hee-su also joined with their own goals.
But Yoo Geon was fundamentally different from them. I don't know what God's weakness was and threatened him, but he entered Erewhon as if he had been sold without knowing anything. At most, what he is carrying is hardships of life, debt, and dependents. It's too painful to sacrifice such small, cozy things.
Chan was born and raised as an ordinary person. He attended elementary and middle school, studying normally and making friends, but it was not until he was seventeen that he emerged as an awakened person. Seventeen. I am still very young. However, he is also at an age where his values have been formed to some extent. He was bound to have a different way of thinking from Shinje and Heesu, who had been awakened since birth.
Although he had become dull in terms of morality and common sense after living as an S-class awakened for nearly 15 years, there was still an unacceptable goodness deep inside him. Perhaps it is similar to the last bastion that Yoo Geon wants to protect.
"How much did you tell Baek Yu-geon? That bastard, do you know exactly what Almuten is? Mazaros?"
"I know I'll take you inside the gate."
"Oh yeah? Did you know that the center has been conducting secret research and even forming a special unit to catch him for decades, but it all failed and many people died? Did they even conduct biological experiments to create awakened people who wouldn't go crazy even when brain wave interference occurred? Your father too... … ."
"Yoonchan."
The priest warned without any intonation. The habitual smile disappeared from my face. In its place, only an eerie expression like a mannequin remained.
"I put everything on the line here. He also agreed. "What more do you need?"
"Cool your head and think calmly! Would it be possible to do something that has never been done before with just a guide? "How long do I have to follow your rhythm?"
"If you don't understand, attack me. "I don't have time to persuade you with words."
The priest clearly declared. The surroundings became quiet as if cold water had been poured on them. Taein and even Heesu kept their mouths shut and just watched the situation.
"… … ."
Chan was blank at first, but then his face contorted in anger. His large, strong fists were clenched tightly and his fangs were exposed. A ferocious cry escaped from my teeth. Without taking his eyes off him, the priest took off his wristwatch. That was the signal. Chan jumped out with a roar that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.
It was a tall young man who kicked the ground and rushed at him, but it was not a human but an animal that attacked the opponent through the air. A huge black tiger that could easily devour one or two people was trying to tear the divine being to pieces with its front paws.
thud! Quang! There was a loud noise. Chan was thrown away by an intangible force before he could reach the god. The smooth floor was cut into the shape of his body. Marble shards flew everywhere. At best, it doesn't take much damage. Chan stood up again as if he had been thrown. He tensed his entire body's muscles and lowered his posture, ready to attack again.
The yellow beast's eyes followed the opponent without blinking even once. Without warning, he leaped forward and attacked the god. At the same time, the sofa behind him flew down and landed on his hind legs.
"Crumbling!"
An angry howl erupted. Although he was successful in blocking Chan's movements, he was unable to completely avoid the attack. A piece of flesh from the god's side was torn off by the beast's fangs. The floating table was instantly shattered in the air. bang! The glass top broke into thousands of pieces and flew at Chan. The black tiger's fur was also soaked with blood. Chan, heavily intoxicated, growled and bit Shinje hard.
The luxurious penthouse was instantly devastated. Tae-in and Hee-su watched the battle from a distance so as not to be swept away by the attack. I couldn't even see the movement properly. With an ear-piercing roar, everything around was crushed in the blink of an eye.
Two S-class physics players faced off. You can't intervene unless the liver comes out of the stomach. The four people here were the highest-ranking people in Erewhon, so they couldn't call their superiors to stop the fight.
The god mercilessly kicked the black tiger's stomach and crushed it with his shoe. Chan, who was twisting his body and crying, bit his arm hard. His flesh and muscles were chewed to pieces.
"… … ."
But the god did not move. Leaving one arm free, he stretched out his other arm and pretended to grab his friend's neck. Crump, crunch. The jaw joint of the large, sturdy beast was slowly crushed.
While lying on the messy floor, breathing heavily, Chan spat out Shinje's arm, which he was biting, as if it were dirty. Blood spurted out from his tattered forearm. Then the shape of the large beast changed. The black mass was crumpled and distorted here and there, as if the clay held in the hand was lumped arbitrarily. Before I knew it, a young man with black hair and dark skin had fallen in place of the black tiger.
The human appearance was equally miserable. Bones all over my body were broken and twisted. In some places, bone fragments even tore through the flesh and protruded. If it were an ordinary person, it would have been a fatal injury, no, it would have killed them instantly.
Chan wasn't really pushed to his limit and lost. I got angry for a moment and tried to attack him first, but in the middle of the fight, I lost my temper and wondered what I was doing right now, so I gave up. If they had truly risked their lives to fight, there was no way it would have ended like this. Not only this room, but the entire building could be reduced to ashes. All the people in the same space would not have been safe either.
While lying in a pool of blood, Chan muttered in a hoarse voice.
"Do whatever you want, you idiot."
Shinje was never okay. She was literally covered in blood from head to toe. The arm that was bitten by Chan was numb from the middle, possibly due to a muscle or nerve problem. The hand under the half-severed arm was shaking freely.
"Chan decided to understand."
With blood dripping from the sleeves of his soaked clothes, Shinje slowly raked his disheveled hair with one hand. Even his light-colored hair was stained with blood. The slightly smiling eyes were clouded with madness.
"… … next?"
Hee-su, who had been far away, walked out. In the cool silence, only his footsteps were heard. The young face that stood facing the priest had a raw murderous intent. He tensed his body and measured the timing as if he was going to attack him at any moment, but then Hee-su relaxed his face and grinned.
"I want to surrender."
He raised both hands brightly.
"You're telling me to attack a combat-specialized S-class with my bare body? "As long as you don't go crazy."
"… … ."
"I don't want to die. I was wrong. "Do as you wish, leader."
Shinje slightly tilted his head with a smiling expression.
"What about Taein?"
"The following are alumni."
Taein answered mechanically without even looking at Shinje. He looked around the ruined interior with anxious eyes, and seemed to be busy using the calculator in his head to come up with a repair estimate.
"Ego… … . Well then it's concluded. "I'm glad that everyone readily understands."
The priest clapped lightly as if to call attention. One of his hands didn't work properly, so it looked a bit odd to be applauding. He immediately ordered dispersal. Since we don't like looking at each other's faces for too long, everyone dispersed as if they were waiting.
Everyone leaves and the room is empty. Finally, Chan struggled to his feet and spat bloody spit on the floor. The broken bones must have been glued together some time ago, and it was extremely painful, but I was still able to move.
"Fuck. I'm the only one who gets hit and run all the time... … ."
I was talking to myself in a miserable way that no one would listen to.
* * *
A schedule has been set to attack the Jangheon Station gate. It was daytime the very next day. There is less than one day left until D-Day.
For gates with high difficulty or large scale, the strategy took several months, or even several years. In some cases, the strategy was completely abandoned and the area around the gate was permanently closed. However, this time, the schedule was unusually tight for a large order such as Erewhon.
The Awakened Management Headquarters took a step back this time. Rather than actively trying to deal with mutant species, we first focused on preventing further casualties. Because the gate occurred at a subway station in the middle of the city, there was a lot of chaos, with all connected lines being paralyzed. Of course, that's plausible, but in fact, it was clear that they wanted to leave the difficult work to the hunters and sit back for the sake of the people's safety.
In any case, making money is making money, so the hunters began preparing for an attack. Since the accessibility was amazing and the level of difficulty wasn't too difficult, I turned on the lights and charged at several hunting orders. We had to move quickly. If you drag your time, you'll end up taking the money somewhere else first, and you'll end up like a dog chasing a chicken.
The list of participants has been announced. The list was very simple. Woo Shin-je (S), Baek Yu-geon (G). It was different from other raids where if there were a lot of people, it would go into the late triple digits. The reactions of people who saw it varied. It was reasonable to suspect that letters such as A or B might have been incorrectly written as G. Some people even said, "Am I crazy for taking a guide to the battlefield?", "Isn't the leader so immersed in the new guide that he can't keep his head?", and even said that it was suspicious from the moment he brought in someone with no experience or recognition and parachuted him in.
They were mainly hunters who had just entered Erewhon or freelancers who only participated in specific missions on a one-time basis. However, they soon silenced themselves after being urged by those around them to please shut up if their lives were precious. While everyone's attention was focused, Yoo Geon, who was actually involved, was as quiet as the eye of a typhoon.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha... … ."
Yoo Geon pressed the stop button, taking a deep breath. In a vast room lined with various exercise equipment, the treadmill that was operating alone gradually stopped. He lowered his upper body, placed his hands on his knees, and took a deep breath. Beads of sweat fell down his dark, wet hair. Once he had calmed down a bit, he got off the treadmill, zipping his open jersey up to his neck.
Through the huge glass window, I could see a city immersed in thick darkness. 4 a.m. The lights that had illuminated the city all night were turned off, but the sun had not yet risen, and it was perhaps darker than midnight.
When I lived with Hee-seong, I would take time to jog early in the morning while my older brother was still asleep, before preparing breakfast. Heesung hated doing anything with his body, whether it was labor or exercise, so he was always alone with Yoogun. I ran along the roadside, which was sparsely lit by dim streetlights, and sometimes climbed the mountains behind the neighborhood. As I breathed his breath across the cold early morning air, I felt some relief from my tightness.
But now it was an impossible story. Yoo Geon was not allowed to leave this building without prior permission or without being accompanied by a hunter from Erewhon Team 1. Even buying small items or clothes required their permission. I couldn't imagine going to the hospital to see my brother whenever I wanted.
The justification was plausible. They say that you have to be on standby at the headquarters at all times because you never know when a situation may arise that requires emergency guidance. However, Yoo Geon was not naive enough to believe the explanation literally. It must have been trapped to prevent the prey from escaping.
After sitting idly all night in the luxurious guest room assigned to him, he impulsively rushed out. I felt like I was going to go crazy if I didn't move my body. I just walked down the hallway without a destination. On the way, I remembered the training room I had seen when I first entered the building with Taein. Perhaps because the time was ambiguous, there was no one in the training room. It was fortunate.
"Ugh… … ."
As soon as my body cooled down to a certain degree, the pain in my stomach rose. Yoo Geon leaned his forehead against the handle of his exercise equipment and endured the pain. Her thin, sweat-soaked face turned dangerously white.
I haven't had a proper meal since I came here. Except for when she passed out and lost consciousness, she never slept deeply. Yoo Geon did not intentionally refuse to eat in protest. Erewhon's hunters didn't starve him on purpose either. If anything, he forced himself to do something.
The body did not accept the food. I clearly remember her mouth being opened and stuffing inside her until her jaw hurt, and there was no way she could eat anything. All he had ever consumed was a few sips of water and, as scary as it is to recall, other people's bodily fluids.
If I continued like this, I felt like I would die before I could even enter the gate that the priest had mentioned. If that happens, how will the man react? Should I be annoyed or disappointed that the guide I brought with me died before I could do anything? He wonders what will happen to his brother if he dies without being able to fulfill the terms of the contract.
He walked away, leaving the huge, quiet training room behind. The wide, empty hallway was also eerily quiet. The entire building was covered in deathly silence, so much so that it was hard to imagine a place with so many people coming and going in the middle of the day.
When Yoo Geon returned to his room and opened the door, he discovered an unfamiliar creature. He was a large, black-haired cat that had barged into an unclaimed room and shamelessly occupied the bed. He was carelessly pressing the disheveled bedding with his front paws, and then raised his head when he sensed his presence.
"Nyaang."
The cat meowed lowly at him. Piercing tawny eyes sparkled gold under the fluorescent lights.
People who suddenly encounter a cat have two main reactions. People who like animals exclaim and find them cute, while people who dislike animals scream at them to go away. One way or another, I feel agitated. But Yoo Geon was neither the former nor the latter. He muttered as he stared at the cat.
"Some kind of beast comes into people's lives without fear."
It was a bland and insipid response. No matter who saw it, there was not a trace of admiration for the dashing and handsome cat. The cat, who was watching him with both front paws together, twitched its tail in annoyance. He looked very uncomfortable. Either way, Yoo Geon was lost in thought.
Since I have never raised an animal before, I have no idea how to treat a cat. The only beasts he had encountered so far were wild beast-type mutants whose front paw was as big as his head. However, if you treat the cat like you would a mutant species, the cat will be covered in bullet marks and knife marks and die in an instant.
How do I move a cat? Can I just grab the back of the neck and lift it? What if you get hurt? Yoo Geon, who was worried, approached the cat. One yellow eye glared at him, full of caution. Instead of picking up the cat, Yoo Geon lifted a corner of the blanket and threw it over the cat. The cat stiffened under the blanket at the unexpected behavior of the other person.
He wrapped the cat in a blanket and lifted it up. It was big for a cat, but it was also quite heavy. He walked up to the doorway, opened the door, unpacked the blanket, and dropped the cat in the hallway.
"good."
Yoo Geon turned around after leaving only a few words. It was as if the spiders or cockroaches that came into the house were put in a dustpan and sent out. It was my first time in my life to be ignored like this. The cat, which was dazed because it could not understand the situation, soon curled its back, bristled its fur, and barked. Meanwhile, the door was closing. The cat, feeling a sense of danger, leaped towards Yoo-geon's back visible through the crack in the door.
Yoo Geon reflexively turned around. At the same time, the cat's sharp claws scratched the back of his bare hands. When the cat landed on the floor, the back of Yoo Geon's hand had already formed a long dent in the flesh, and blood began to gush out. The cat flinched. I didn't know it would hurt that much. I had forgotten that the other person, unlike others, was a being who would quickly break down if treated even a little roughly.
"… … ."
Yoo Geon looked down at the back of his hand, which was covered in red blood. At this point, he was so angry that he was ready to yell or kick the cat. But he did nothing but sigh softly. He always stood up to the strong who tried to oppress him, and on the contrary, he became infinitely weak to the weak.
Yoo Geon gave up on letting the cat out. It seems like he just happened to come in while I was wandering around here, so if he loses interest, he'll leave on his own. He did his job with or without the cat. Instead of using his injured hand, I lightly bit the collar of his jersey with my mouth and pulled down the zipper with my other hand. After taking off his jersey, he pulled up the black short-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing underneath and took it off. Clothes piled up on the bed like scraps.
The pupils of the cat sitting on the floor watching him widened as much as possible. With his back turned to him, Yoo Geon's bare torso was clearly visible as he swept his wet black hair. He must have been doing all kinds of odd jobs for a living, but his posture was straight, as if he had measured himself with a ruler. A neat line followed along the nape of the neck, shoulders, spine, and waist, as if you would get angry if you buried your nose in it.
Yoo Geon soon took off his pants. The scar from when Hee-seong went on a rampage turned into a red scar that still remains on his leg. He went into the bathroom wearing only a dresser.
"Nyaaaang."
The cat, which came to its senses late, meowed as if to ask me to look over here. Yoo Geon never looked back.
When Yoo-gun came out after showering with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, the cat was still there. Maybe it's because it's nocturnal, but it's lively. Aren't you sleepy? He thought bitterly and shook off his hair with a towel. The wound on the back of my hand had stopped bleeding, but the inside of my skin was exposed where it had been scratched.
The cat purred and slapped its tail. Only then did Yoo Geon pay attention. The cat must have been somewhere in the meantime, but unlike before, there was something in the cat's mouth. It was soup in a cylindrical can. It must have been quite heavy for a cat, but it managed to hang its fangs on the hook of the can lid and bite it.
Yoo Geon finally realized. Did he come looking for that? He knew how to ask people for help, and he was a pretty smart guy. He knelt down on one knee in front of his cat, the towel he used to dry his hair draped over his shoulder. The warm and moist scent of body wash wafted from Yoo Geon.
Come to think of it, can cats eat soup? I do not know. When I was young, I think I saw a scene in a children's book where a cat licked something that looked like milk from a plate.
"Can you eat something like this?"
The cat's dissatisfied howling became louder. As if that weren't enough, she quickly swished her tail from side to side. Yoo Geon hooked his finger on the hook and neatly removed the lid. A can full of soup was placed in front of the cat.
"Kyaak!"
The cat got very angry and hit the can with its paw. The can I just opened tipped over and soup spilled out. It didn't stop there. The cat couldn't resist the fight and bared its teeth at Yoo Geon, then turned around and ran out through the open door.
"… … ."
With the soup soaking the floor in front of him, Yoo Geon remained silent for a while.
* * *
The day dawned. Yoo Geon silently finished preparing and followed Shin Je. This time, Shinje's car was parked in front of the main entrance of the building where Taein got out of the car. Tae-in's car was a sports car with a wild design that did not fit his image, but Shin-je's car was a stately large sedan that a chaebol chairman might drive.
"Captain, hello."
"Yes, good morning."
Shinje naturally received the key. Of course I thought they would use a driver, but it seemed like they wanted to drive themselves.
"The leader said he would go quietly, but… … . Just in case, I had a few off-duty hunters on standby. Should I ask you to accompany me?"
"why. "Do you think I alone won't be enough?"
The priest took out leather gloves and put them on and asked curiously.
"no. It's not even possible. sorry!"
"I'm sorry. "I really have something else to be sorry about."
There was no sign of laughter in his eyes, but his mouth was slightly raised, and Shinje stared intently at the highly disciplined hunter in front of him.
"Say hello to the guide."
"yes?"
The priest imitated a greeting by lifting his upright index finger.
"Be polite to my guide too. "Don't treat it like it doesn't exist."
Not only the Hunter who was involved, but even the employees lined up in front of the main gate to see Shinje off, turned blue.
Since the new emperor brought Yu Geon out, no one has been conscious of Yu Geon. He didn't treat me poorly, but he didn't treat me politely either. He literally completely ignored me as if he wasn't even here.
It was a great honor to become Erewhon's exclusive guide, and also to be the guide in charge of the strongest team. It was no exaggeration to say that he was the most successful among the guides. Even though there were rumors that he was abusing his guides, his name was still an object of envy. Since Shinje is not particularly interested in guiding and the general suitability rate is extremely low, the exclusive guide position has been vacant for a long time, which has made it even more rare.
Meanwhile, a young, pale-faced boy suddenly came in by parachute, so I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Is it possible that Yoo Geon was selected as leader because he was such a competent guide? If that were the case, he would have long ago earned a reputation as a top-class guide who can handle levels A and S. They must have been anxious not to be able to recruit each other by offering an astronomical amount of salary in all kinds of hunting orders.
I've never heard of him before, and even before I came here, he was said to be a guy who used to eat with F-class people in a shabby suburban neighborhood. How could such a low-quality guide have earned Erewhon's exclusive position? There was a secret rumor going around within Erewhon that a baseless hillbilly had bewitched all of the team members, including the leader and vice-leader, with his body. So, it was probably natural that people didn't look at him kindly.
Hunter immediately captured his emotions. He had been rolling on this floor for several years, but he wasn't stupid enough to openly antagonize the guide in front of the leader. He bowed deeply toward Yoo Geon.
"Hello, guide. Please forgive my rudeness. "I sincerely apologize."
"… … ."
Yoo Geon furrowed his brows slightly. He felt rather uncomfortable being greeted. However, I felt like the other person would not budge in that posture, so I reluctantly lowered my head and said hello. He is a person whose world is as different from Yoo Geon as the sky and the earth. If he hadn't come to Erewhon, I wouldn't have even seen him from afar. There was no need for a polite greeting from such a person. I thought it would be much more appreciated if they just treated me like an invisible person.
Shinje kindly opened the passenger door. But Yoo Geon hesitated a little, uncharacteristically. I was hesitant to get into Taein's car because the doors opened upward and the body of the car was low like a sports car, but Shinje's car, on the other hand, was too high. It was at a level where I could ride it while standing. The only cars he had ever driven were old vans or old sedans that were about to be scrapped, so everything was completely unfamiliar to him.
"Escort?"
The priest held out his hand. Yoo Geon was openly impressed.
"That's it."
He ignored Shinje's hand and sat in the passenger seat. I could see people lined up in front of the front door through the side mirror.
"Please come back!"
A polite greeting was heard over my shoulder. He did not say anything ceremonial, such as to return safely or to win the battle. Even if you don't do that, Shinje will win anyway.
* * *
"Did you sleep well?"
Shinje asked as he skillfully drove the car out to the main street. It was such a random and conscienceless question that I got angry. Did you sleep well? Just yesterday, you did that to someone by crushing them on the sofa, and now you can say that just by looking at your own complexion?
Moreover, Yoo Geon had to clean up in the dark of the morning, cleaning up the soup that the cat had upset. Even though he had worked so hard on his body, he couldn't sleep, so he ended up staying up all night. His body became sluggish due to lack of sleep, but his mind became increasingly clear. Now he was very nervous.
"So, Captain, did you sleep well?"
Yoo Geon pointedly accepted. Even the titles that used to be called 'that' or 'you' were changed to be more polite. It was sarcasm in its own way. Shinje answered calmly while keeping his eyes straight ahead while driving.
"I have never slept soundly. "Not once in my life."
Yoo Geon unconsciously looked back at him. The priest's profile was white and gentle, as if it had been painted. Is this what the angels in sacred paintings look like? But don't be fooled. Beneath that angelic face is something crueler than a devil and more barbaric than an animal.
There was no further conversation between them as they headed toward Jangheon Station. Yoo Geon sat in a stiff posture, crossed his arms and stared straight ahead. Traffic congestion was severe because all roads near the gate were blocked. The closer we got to Jangheon Station, the more congested the road became.
However, whether because of the guidance he received yesterday or for some other reason, Shinje seemed to be in a strangely good mood. He didn't even frown even though the car was crawling along. He even turned on the car stereo to play classical music and hummed softly while tapping his black-gloved fingertips on the steering wheel. Since we were going to slaughter mutants, anyone who saw us would have thought we were going for a drive on a date course.
The wave of cars that seemed endless gradually slowed down. I could see the access control gate far ahead. The mark of the Awakened Management Headquarters engraved on the barricade was clear. The low-level Espers who were blocking the road saw Shinje's car from afar and opened the way. The car slid between them.
"hello! Woosinje Hunter of Erewhon. "The official letter you sent regarding participation in the Jangheon Station gate attack has been successfully received."
As soon as the driver's window rolled down, the Espers quickly saluted. It was as if he was looking at a famous celebrity or a high-ranking politician. It is said that espers and hunters do not get along, but in cases where there is a difference in level between them and Shinje, admiration and curiosity are greater than animosity due to affiliation.
"yes… … . "It's a lot of hard work."
The priest smiled at them and roughly nodded his head. Even though it was obvious that they were treating him carelessly, the Espers seemed happy to see a celebrity.
"What about the person riding with you?"
Their eyes were focused on Yoo Geon, and more specifically, on the guide badge on Yoo Geon's chest. Before Yoo Geon even opened his mouth, Shinje smiled and answered.
"He is my guide. "Isn't it cute?"
"… … ."
The Espers' expressions became strange. The black-haired young man riding next to Shinje was just looking out the window with his arms crossed indifferently the whole time. He even had a scar around his eye. At first glance, I thought that only one eye had a double eyelid, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a scar. If I told him he was handsome, I would be 100% convinced, but... … . I'm not sure if it's cute.
Yes, there must be something cute about him that only Shinje knows. In fact, it's none of their business whether he's cute or not. They tried to maintain a businesslike attitude and scanned the official documents.
"On the list… … . Guide Baek Yu-geon. Yes, you have been confirmed."