DG Ch 1.1

01. Ryu Ilho: Tentacles are Squishy

Taegyeong opened his eyes to the jarring sound of an alarm.

Beyond his blurry vision was an ugly rabbit clock. He was sure he’d thrown it away a long time ago… why was it in front of him?

‘But, why did I throw it away?’

He remembered putting it in the trash bag, but not why. Seo Wooyeol had bought it for him as a birthday present when they were in elementary school…

“Ugh…”

The more he tried to remember, the worse his headache became. Taegyeong clutched his temples, then stopped thinking. The headache made him want to avoid recalling the reason.

‘Cold…’

He lowered his hand from his head… and what was this? An unfamiliar hand came into view.

He turned his pale palm back and forth. The small scars that should have been there were gone. His soft hands were fair and smooth. Just like when he was young.

“Huh…”

He shifted slightly, and the rough summer blanket brushed against his sensitive side. Why? It was winter.

Gripped by a strange feeling, Taegyeong got out of bed and turned on his phone on the desk. Then, he was speechless.

“…”

Unless his eyes were deceiving him, the date was a full five years earlier than he remembered. If this was then, he wasn’t 25, but 20 years old. Did this make any sense?

Then, a memory surfaced.

The icy air, the shortness of breath, the agonizing pain that made him thrash uncontrollably, and finally, his vision fading to black—.

“Ugh…!”

Taegyeong squeezed his eyes shut. The dark alley, the flickering streetlight, the fragmented memories all came rushing back like daggers.

‘Can’t you guide properly? Pathetic.’

The sharp voice that resurfaced was definitely Ryu Ilho’s. The faces of the other Field Team Z espers he’d worked with five years ago also vaguely came to mind.

‘Names, faces, personalities, voices…’

But strangely, while he recalled the insults they hurled at him—slut, bitch, fucker—he couldn’t specifically remember what kind of relationships he had with them, or what kind of sex they had.

“…Heut.”

His pajamas rubbed between his thighs with every movement. His groin was damp and uncomfortable.

He lifted his underwear and saw clear fluid on his glans. If he were the 20-year-old Taegyeong, he wouldn’t even have thought of touching it, but now, he wrapped his hand around his hard cock without hesitation.

“Haa.”

Just the touch of his warm palm made his whole body heat up. The itching down below intensified. He enjoyed playing with his ass by himself, but fingers weren’t enough.

Since it was five years in the past, he didn’t have any dildos, and the only cocks that could reach deep inside him belonged to the Field Team Z espers. Moreover, he was broke right now. The money he had was nowhere near enough to buy all sorts of adult toys.

“Ah.”

Just then, he noticed a notepad.

[Duodeca Guild Application]

He hadn’t quite believed it when he checked the date on his phone, but seeing the Duodeca Guild application finally made his situation sink in. He really had returned to five years ago.

Taegyeong fell into thought. If, for some unknown reason, he really had gone back in time…

‘Dildos… molded after their cocks…’

Five years ago, the Field Team Z espers had treated him like an onahole. So, how about collecting their cocks this time? So he could fuck and enjoy them whenever he wanted.

And perhaps it was a side effect of the regression, but while he couldn’t remember other people, the faces of those twelve men were vivid in his mind. He wanted to see each of them again.

Taegyeong filled out the application without hesitation.

If possible, he wanted dildos that would spurt cum when he moved them.

* * *

Five years ago, Taegyeong was far removed from sex.

Teachers always adored Taegyeong, who was a good student with bright greetings. In elementary school, he was obedient and cute; in middle school, he was a top student who never missed first place.

Taegyeong’s growth spurt came in high school. His cute, soft hands became slender and thin, his neck elongated gracefully, and his height shot up. The baby fat on his face disappeared, his jawline sharpened, and his features became distinct. He became especially popular with girls. While in middle school, they had found him purely cute, now they stole glances, too intimidated to approach him.

And there were plenty of boys who would playfully slap his ass as he walked down the hallway. There was a nasty rumor some of them would spread behind his back.

‘Look at Lee Taegyeong. If he becomes a guide, he’ll probably get fucked by all the men, right?’

…What were they talking about?

In fact, Taegyeong hadn’t known back then, but there were already plenty of men waiting to fuck him, even if he wasn’t a guide. He had a pretty face, a slim body, and delicate limbs.

But back then, even when his friends invited him to watch porn or read erotic novels, Taegyeong would just indifferently solve another page of his workbook. This was a cock and that was just flesh. The sight of people intertwined and mingling made him sick.

His mysophobia also contributed to his asceticism. Even the slightest brush against his skin made him uncomfortable, so he always wore a long cardigan.

‘Congratulations. You have become a guide.’

So, it was a bolt from the blue for Taegyeong, who was dreaming of a normal college life.

His parents, who were struggling financially, revealed their true colors upon hearing that their son was a guide. They seemed to have forgotten about their son who got into Korea University, bragging to everyone that he would be joining a major corporation. They probably even extended their house with the signing bonus from the company.

While others envied his good fortune, Taegyeong became a slave who couldn’t even quit his job, forced to pay off his parents’ debts with the signing bonus.

‘Youngsook’s son, you know…’

‘You became a guide, right? You must be making good money.’

‘Hey, so have you fucked an esper yet?’

At 20, Taegyeong, who hadn’t even had his first kiss, joined the major corporation, Duodeca, under pressure from his parents.

After joining, many employees acted familiar with him despite never having seen him at the interview. It seemed they all wanted to make a good impression since a high-ranking guide had arrived.

Duodeca, which he joined with such a grand welcome, had a whopping 20 espers for Taegyeong to manage alone. Crazy. The moment he saw the list, he wanted to say, I want to go home.

20 espers thrown at Taegyeong. They all had different tastes, different preferences, and so many demands. It was absurd to make a 20-year-old rookie guide work from day one.

But most of the espers complained of unbearable pain. Seeing them struggle through the day, risking their lives fighting monsters, Taegyeong suddenly wanted to save them.

A guide is a doctor for espers. Taegyeong had entered medical school because he valued life and wanted to save people.

‘Back then, I joined with a pure heart…’

But the 20-year-old Taegyeong, with the memories of a 25-year-old, had different goals and a different mindset.

Perhaps it was a side effect of returning to the past, but while some memories were missing, the faces of the Field Team Z espers were vivid. Maybe he could recover his lost memories while spending time with them. And besides recovering his memories, he now planned to use those espers, who had treated him like an onahole, as his personal dildos.

Taegyeong looked up at the magnificent skyscraper. It would be further expanded in five years, but even now, the building was large and tall. Despite being the workplace where he nearly died, his mindset was renewed.

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