TS 060

He skillfully dragged the man, who was bigger than him, and opened the door he saw as soon as he turned the corner. When he turned the classic-looking doorknob, a large room appeared. Unlike the overall atmosphere of the annex, which felt unmanaged, the interior was clean.

Yoon Taehwa immediately pushed Han Suryeon against the door and covered his mouth.

“..…”

No one would have their breathing disturbed by such a small movement. Faint voices of people could be heard from beyond the closed door. It seemed the annex was also soundproofed, as the exact content was inaudible.

‘According to Christina, there’s no way we’d get caught…’

According to her, the annex was a place prepared for guests who had hit it off. In short, it meant it was a space where one could have sex, avoiding the eyes of others.

Since Elijah was using the entire top floor, the intermittent voices were highly likely to be those of people who had come here for a secret purpose, not his associates.

‘And it doesn’t really matter if I’m seen in this state with this guy.’

However, since it was what it was, it was clear that it would become awkward if his identity were to be known. Above all, he had already taken off Han Suryeon’s mask. Seeing as even Christina hadn’t recognized him, the rumor that he was a Kasatka Field Commander probably hadn’t spread, but in the first place, it was best not to be caught.

Click.

It was when he had locked the door with the hand that wasn’t covering his mouth. With the dull sound of the lock turning, a soft piece of flesh dug into the groove between his fingers.

Yoon Taehwa rolled his eyes and looked at the owner of the tongue. The corners of his eyes, curving thinly, fluttered.

“Is your son of a bitch act getting worse?”

“That’s how I get loved.”

Since the voices had faded and he had also locked the door, he was about to slowly remove his hand when his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Han Suryeon stuck out his tongue and licked his palm long. As the hot, soft piece of flesh touched his cold skin, his fingertips twitched from the ticklishness.

“You must have had fun.”

“What fun?”

Yoon Taehwa, who had easily swatted the hand away, headed toward the window. Now that he had come this far, he intended to achieve the purpose of his visit. Above all, he was not in the mood to talk with Han Suryeon. Because an unidentifiable displeasure had taken over his whole body, if they were to argue again, his fists might fly first.

Yoon Taehwa gauged Elijah’s location through the window. Due to the structure of the mansion, the top-floor room that Christina had told him about was clearly visible in a diagonal direction.

‘What kind of hobby did Christina detest so much?’

Through the windows that were open on both sides, he could see Elijah’s back at once. It seemed he was sitting on the windowsill, as if watching something. It was a position where his heart could be pierced at once if sniped from a long distance.

“Our Team Leader is pretending not to know again…?”

Han Suryeon, who was standing behind him, placed his hand on the windowsill and pressed his body against him. Yoon Taehwa let out a faint sigh and turned toward him. Unlike him, who had no intention of talking, it seemed Han Suryeon wanted to have a conversation.

“What do you want to say?”

“Did you have fun with Christina?”

At the name that flowed out naturally, Yoon Taehwa’s cheek twitched.

“She didn’t know you.”

“You talked about me?”

“Because someone was staring daggers.”

Christina had clearly not recognized Han Suryeon. Since she was a Beastman and had recognized him, who was not even of the same race, it was certain that she had a good eye for people. Since she didn’t know Han Suryeon, he had thought that Han Suryeon also wouldn’t know her.

“Aah, so you were clinging to her like that even though you knew I was watching…”

Han Suryeon reached out his hand. Yoon Taehwa, regardless of whether the large hand was approaching or not, just stared at the man blocking his front with a blank face. He could swat it away at any time, so there was no need to avoid it.

“So, did Christina get you the information you wanted?”

A long finger traced his jawline and then reached the hollow behind his earlobe. It was a precarious position that could lead to a vital point, but Yoon Taehwa didn’t swat away the hand that was holding his face. He just stared straight at the other, who had bent his waist askew to place his hand on the windowsill he was leaning against.

Suddenly, this situation became very annoying.

“Because someone decided to go off the grid when I needed them.”

“Did you even look for me?”

The finger fumbled around the back of his ear, as if looking for something. Unlike the soft finger, a hard nail mashed his earlobe.

“If a son of a bitch runs away from home, the owner has to look for it.”

“What to do. I didn’t hear anyone looking for me…”

“Wasn’t it because you were distracted by something else?”

“Something else?”

Han Suryeon blinked his eyes and tilted his head, as if he didn’t know what he was talking about. Yoon Taehwa belatedly realized that he was reacting too emotionally.

‘Could it be because of that Guide from earlier?’

What about the Guide. A Guide was an inseparable existence for an Esper. It was difficult to understand himself, who was reacting so overly sensitive.

“Hah…”

Yoon Taehwa, with an irritable sigh, roughly swept his hair back. Only after a soft feather caught on his fingertips did he realize he was wearing a mask. Everything, including the annoying object covering his face, felt like it was getting on his nerves.

“When was it you declared you’d kill my Paired Guide…”

Because Han Suryeon was pressed up against him, their legs were tangled, just as in the corridor. Yoon Taehwa softly moved his lips.

“You seemed to be on good terms with the Guide.”

The hand that had been continuously fumbling behind his ear abruptly stopped. Because of the feathers covering his face, his field of vision was narrower than usual, but he could clearly see the other’s expression, which had hardened rapidly.

His cheek twitched, and his fluttering eyelashes rose. It was the face of someone who had been caught with something they had been hiding, so Yoon Taehwa, without realizing it, twitched the corner of his mouth.

“…You saw?”

Ha, at the question that wasn’t a denial, a breath that was neither a hollow laugh nor despair escaped.

“The way you held her didn’t seem like it was the first time.”

“So, were you jealous?”

“What?”

“I asked if you were jealous.”

The grip on his neck tightened. Yoon Taehwa chewed over the word ‘jealousy’. Was that the name of the emotion he had felt? He had never been jealous of anyone, so even the name was unfamiliar.

“What’s the answer you want to hear?”

“Are you going to give me the answer I want to hear?”

“We’ll see.”

“What a shame… I think I need to hear you say it with your own mouth, Team Leader.”

The hand that had slid from his neck touched near his lips. Yoon Taehwa was not unaware of the fact that the spot that the half-moon-shaped nail had grazed was the mole below his lip.

“Why aren’t you answering my question about whether you had fun?”

“I wonder. What do you think?”

He didn’t feel like answering obediently. At the ambiguous answer, Han Suryeon narrowed his eyes.

“Suryeon-ah.”

Only then did Yoon Taehwa grab the wrist that was stuck to his face.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business who I kiss.”

Han Suryeon didn’t back down easily. His movement was as solid as his coldly stiffened gaze.

“It’s a bit unfair if you can do it and I can’t, isn’t it?”

At the continuing taunt, his taut jaw slackened. His fierce eyes softened, and his lips curled upwards. Contrary to his expectation that he would taunt him back, a joy close to madness flashed across his pale face.

“Are you being sarcastic because of the Guide, right now?”

The hand that had fallen from the windowsill took off Yoon Taehwa’s mask. The black mask fell with a thud and rolled on the floor.

Even with his widened vision, Yoon Taehwa didn’t relax his sharp eyes. It was because Han Suryeon’s question had once again pierced his mind.

Because of the Guide? At that moment, the cause of his displeasure was clearly revealed. Only after hearing its origin through Han Suryeon’s voice.

“Ha.”

A hollow laugh escaped him at the emotion he was feeling.

As he had said, it was because of the Guide.

“By the way, Team Leader.”

As he was smiling in disbelief, Han Suryeon’s call caught his attention.

“I don’t do this with a Guide.”

A piece of flesh entered between his lips, which had been briefly parted to let out a hollow laugh.

“Uht.”

Yoon Taehwa let go of the hand holding Han Suryeon’s wrist and extended his arm a little further. As his body was pushed back, the firmly closed window made a rattling sound. He wrapped his hand around the back of the head that was at a higher angle than his and, holding the gray hair, pulled back roughly. Their lips parted, and a long string of saliva stretched between them.

“Hah… You don’t do this, but you do the fondling part?”

“A son can hug his father’s waist, can’t he?”

“What?”

Yoon Taehwa narrowed his brows.

“She’s not my Guide, she’s our father’s Guide. You didn’t know that the vice guild master of Kasatka is a Guide?”

Han Suryeon smirked. As the fingers wrapped around his face scratched behind his ear, a shiver ran down his spine.

“It’s good that our Team Leader was jealous…”

It meant that he had misunderstood on his own. Rational thoughts seemed to have been dropped somewhere, as only hollow laughs kept coming out at his emotional actions.

“And I’m only going to do this with you, Team Leader.”

“Just part your lips.”

Yoon Taehwa pulled the hair he had pulled back towards him. Lips met lips. A rough tongue, as if it didn’t care if it drew blood, entered and ravaged the inside of his mouth, stealing his saliva. Perhaps because of the body heat wrapped around his neck, a subtle tension and sexual pleasure rose.

“Hut.”

It was an excessively rough kiss. The force of the flesh wrapping and sucking was so strong that the root of his tongue was all tingly. Why are his kisses always so rough? As much as his skin was squashed and mashed by Han Suryeon’s lips, their legs were stickily entwined.

Yoon Taehwa put strength into his hand again and pulled their attached lips apart. A wet sound came away with the delicate skin.

“Team Leader.”

Neither of them was the type to romantically close their eyes. Their gazes, which were looking at each other as if to eat each other up, were no different from the beginning. Yoon Taehwa looked at the flushed cheeks and frowned one eyebrow.

“It doesn’t taste like lipstick?”

His disheveled face was soaked in languor.

“I must have been jealous.”

“Wasn’t it obvious?”

A slowly moving finger pressed his lips again. The saliva was slick.

“I held back from fucking you right here.”

“Go ahead, if you want to.”

Yoon Taehwa, as if it were absurd, loosely pulled at his lips.

“And if you’ve made a man’s dick hard, Suryeon-ah.”

When he blatantly rubbed their touching thighs together, a hot body heat could be felt even through the suit pants. Yoon Taehwa patted Han Suryeon’s butt and smiled thinly.

“You have to take responsibility.”