IDESGI Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Sensing danger, Yeoul tried to get up from the sofa to run away, but his arm was caught, and he was pinned beneath Ihan.

“Yeoul, where are you going? You have to keep your promise, don’t you think?”

Before he could even answer, Ihan swallowed Yeoul’s lips. Then, like rolling a candy in his mouth, he lightly brushed against Yeoul’s tongue.

Frustrated by the teasing kiss, Yeoul unconsciously grabbed Ihan’s arm. Taking that as a signal, Ihan tilted his head and deeply sucked in Yeoul’s soft tongue.

The sound of their saliva mixing was indecent. Trembling, Yeoul couldn’t stop the heat from pooling below, rubbing his legs together. When their lips parted, a long silver string stretched between them.

Ihan wiped the corner of Yeoul’s mouth with his thumb, then slipped his hand under his T-shirt. The hot temperature against his bare skin made Yeoul’s body shiver.

“Why is your body so cold?”

Ihan frowned and caressed Yeoul’s waist. Then he muttered quietly.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. You’ll get warm once you start sweating.”

Like unwrapping a present, Ihan took off Yeoul’s clothes one by one. Then, like a child with a gift they loved, he slowly took in the sight before him.

“Yeoul, how come you’re pink here too?”

Ihan flicked Yeoul’s pinkish nipples with his fingers, drawing circles around them.

Yeoul’s face flushed red as he covered his eyes with one arm.

“D-Don’t say things like that.”

It was Ihan speaking, but Yeoul was the one embarrassed. He felt self-conscious about his body, thin and frail from not eating well lately.

Yet Ihan still looked at him with affection and desire. The fact that he was secretly happy about that…

…felt terribly wrong.

Guilt burrowed into Yeoul’s chest like a worm, eating away at him bit by bit. All he had left was emptiness, and if Ihan wanted even that, the weight of the sin only grew heavier.

His relationship with Ihan had been overwhelming at times, but never once had he disliked it. Even now, that hadn’t changed, and he scolded himself for it.

He should say he didn’t like it. That doing these things with him felt unpleasant, unsatisfying.

But those words never came out. It would be a lie easily exposed. When Guiding, his emotions flowed straight into Ihan, so Ihan would never believe such a thing.

So maybe now… he could be honest?

How many times had he given in to this desire? Even when telling himself it was the last time, he still wanted Ihan. He wanted to be held in those familiar arms and freely take in that warmth.

So he had to stop here.

Before wanting more. Before losing Ihan again.

“I’m not going to Guide. I have no reason to keep any promise with you. Who do you think you are?”

His cold tone came so naturally now. Maybe he had a talent for acting. Discovering it before dying was almost funny.

“Fine, then don’t. It’s not like it’s a dangerous level anyway.”

Ihan backed off surprisingly easily—or so Yeoul thought.

Ihan gently stroked Yeoul’s cheek. His calm gaze melted into him.

“I don’t need you to Guide me. I just want to make love to you.”

Just as Yeoul felt a rush of emotion at his words, Ihan smiled sweetly and grabbed his butt firmly.

“I just want to see you under me, covered in cum, panting.”

Yeoul’s cheeks flushed red at the way Ihan made something so dirty sound so sweet.

“W-What!”

Ihan easily caught Yeoul as he tried to get away, pulling him onto the bed. He placed a hand on Yeoul’s navel and rubbed it slowly.

“You must be hungry. I’ll fill you up soon.”

Before he knew it, Ihan had gotten some gel and was pouring it between Yeoul’s buttocks. Yeoul squirmed beneath him.

“You’re supposed to sit still when you eat, Yeoul.”

Scolding him, Ihan pushed a finger, slick with gel, deep into the wet hole. The lewd sound filled the air as Yeoul twisted his waist and lifted his hips.

“Huuh…!”

Ihan spread the opening and looked inside carefully.

“Yeoul, your lower mouth is twitching… you must be really hungry.”

“D-Don’t look!”

Mortified, Yeoul struggled. Ihan pressed the head of his penis against the loosened entrance and rubbed it slowly. He whispered sweetly in Yeoul’s ear.

“Open your mouth, Yeoul. I’ll feed you a lot of mine.”

Ihan’s weapon-like penis pushed inside, breaking through. The inner walls clenched tightly, taking him all the way to the base.

“Hhhah!”

Yeoul’s mind went blank, unable to think of anything. Breathing heavily, he gasped as Ihan kissed his cheek as if praising him.

“You ate it all without leaving a drop. Good boy, my Yeoul.”

“Hhh, hhht.”

When Ihan twisted his penis in a circle, a thin moan slipped from Yeoul’s lips. Even in the dizzying rush of sudden pleasure, the opening faithfully swallowed Ihan’s length bit by bit.

“You’re chewing it so well. Is it that tasty?”

Ihan pulled his hips back, then slammed all the way to the base. The force of the thrust made Yeoul jerk like a flopping salmon. The wave of sensation surged through his whole body, crashing over him in an instant.

Ihan feasted on Yeoul for a very long time.

“Enough already… seriously…!”

Dragging his tattered body, covered with red marks everywhere, Yeoul tried to get off the bed. But his legs were caught, and he was pinned under Ihan once again.

“Yeoul, just lie there. I’ll take care of everything.”

The irresistible pleasure came rushing in again.

Leaving Yeoul’s thoroughly worn-out body lying back, Ihan picked up his shirt and put it on. He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Yeoul’s round head.

“You’ll eat, right? I’ll make curry for you.”

Yeoul, who had been reduced to a state where he couldn’t bear having an empty stomach, rasped in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah… you bastard…”

Too exhausted to even lift a spoon, Yeoul let Ihan feed him like a baby bird. Ihan watched him chew the curry with a pleased look.

“Yeoul, is it good?”

Instead of answering, Yeoul gave him the fiercest glare he could muster.

‘If it were you, do you think this wouldn’t taste good?’

The food was so delicious it nearly brought tears to his eyes. After all, isn’t it natural to get hungry after working up a sweat?

Of course, after the meal, he had to work up a sweat again.

* * *

Park Cheolho stared for a long time at the messy handwriting scrawled across a torn piece of paper.

I’m quitting as of today. Don’t bother looking for me.

Park Cheolho crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor. He shot a sharp glare at the Zone 1 Center Director, who stood awkwardly in front of him.

“All he left was this pathetic note before vanishing? The top elite Esper in our country?”

“We’re doing our best to find him right now. Please give us a little more time.”

“You think you can find Yoo Ihan? How? No—say you do find him. How exactly will you bring him back? Who’s going to drag back an S-Class Esper by force?”

Park Cheolho slammed his fist on the desk. At his fiery scolding, the director’s voice grew smaller.

“We’ll find them somehow. Since Guide Han Yeoul has also disappeared, it looks like they’re together. If we convince Han Yeoul, Esper Yoo Ihan will follow.”

“All this mess over a single C-Class Guide? Can’t you manage your Guides properly?”

‘That C-Class happens to be the one an S-Class Esper is obsessed with.’

The director wanted to say it, but kept his mouth shut. There was nothing to gain from provoking Park Cheolho right now.

“Find them immediately! Use any means necessary! And absolutely no leaks! If it gets out to other countries that Yoo Ihan defected, they’ll be desperate to snatch up an S-Class Esper.”

Park Cheolho massaged the bridge of his nose, his head throbbing. It was humiliating to cause such a fuss over just two missing people.

But if one of those two was an S-Class Esper? And if that Esper was Yoo Ihan?

‘Damn it. The U.S., the U.K.—they’ll be on him like hawks.’

The only reason they had refrained until now was because Yoo Ihan had firmly rejected all offers. If it came out that he was willingly leaving Korea, the whole world’s attention would be on him. The title of “S-Class Holder Nation” was tied directly and indirectly to national security. This was a matter of grave importance.

The director cautiously reported while gauging Park Cheolho’s mood.

“We’ve told the Espers in Zone 1 that Yoo Ihan went to the U.S. on a cooperative dispatch mission.”

“It won’t be easy to hide it from those in the same zone for long. They’ll notice soon. Just lock down Zone 1 and cut off contact with the outside.”

“Yes. Understood.”

“Not a single bit of information must get out.”

With his hands clasped under his chin, Park Cheolho drove the point home sternly.

* * *

“Hey! Why aren’t you answering your phone! You said your research was urgent! Pick up the damn phone!”

Kim Eunha yelled at the top of his lungs, leaving the thirteenth missed message. Throwing his phone onto the desk, he ruffled his hair roughly.

“Why the hell isn’t he answering?”

Han Yeoul, who had seemed so desperate, had gone over to Zone 1 and hadn’t been in contact for a whole week.

Frowning at his phone, Eunha pulled his chair closer, as if making up his mind.

“So you’re not answering, huh? Fine, I’ll come to you myself.”

Grinding his teeth, Kim Eunha hurriedly logged into the intranet to submit a zone transfer request. Up until the moment he filled out the application form, he was full of thoughts about meeting Han Yeoul in person and giving him a piece of his mind.

“You can’t transfer to Zone 1?”

That was until he got a baffling call from the administrative team.