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    Baek Seung-woo, who seemed determined to carve his body, finally let out a groan signaling his climax as he tore into Ha-gyeom’s depths. His engorged member twitched and twisted within Ha-gyeom, who felt the sensation deeply.

    Ha-gyeom’s vision flickered intermittently, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through him.

    “Please…! Ah…!”


    At last, a scorching sensation spread within his abdomen. Baek Seung-woo thrust deeply, ejaculating with fervor, forcing his seed even further inside. Despite this, fluid trickled out, trailing down the perineum and between his legs.

    In a typical guiding session, the partner would have withdrawn. But Baek Seung-woo of District 0 was not typical. He continued to tease, repeatedly pulling out only to thrust back in.


    Ha-gyeom felt blood seeping from the carefully wrapped bandages. He tried his best to remain still, but with such rough handling, his wounds inevitably reopened.

    He couldn’t discern whether his fading consciousness was due to the blood loss from his injuries or the relentless waves of pleasure that refused to subside.


    Baek Seung-woo, lying on his side, held Ha-gyeom’s hips and continued his motions. Even the slightest touch sent waves of pain through his raw flesh, now further sensitized by the mingling fluids. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Ha-gyeom could barely move a finger.

    He could only blink, feeling the heat of Baek Seung-woo’s lips on his shoulder. In the darkness, he failed to realize his vision was dimming.


    All fell silent.

    For the first time during a guiding session, Ha-gyeom lost consciousness.

    * * *

    When Ha-gyeom regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a bed in a brightly lit room. Even though he had been in deep darkness before passing out, he could clearly tell that this was not the room where he had reunited with Baek Seung-woo.

    The sharp pain radiating from below and the kiss marks and bite marks covering his body were evident reminders of their recent encounter. The intense sensations lingered in his lower abdomen, a stark contrast to the easily recalled heat that had consumed his body. However, the image of Baek Seung-woo before him was hazy, like a dream.

    Was it really him?

    Ha-gyeom scrutinized his condition more thoroughly. His body had been cleaned, and the bandages around his waist were freshly replaced. Despite the severe ordeal, his physical state was not as bad as expected.

    Where could he be? Given their extraordinarily high compatibility, the guiding effects must have been significant.

    It was fortunate if Baek Seung-woo had recovered, but Ha-gyeom was baffled about how he had survived in a place like this. Why hadn’t he informed the center of his survival? How had he ended up in a state of rampage? Ha-gyeom knew nothing, leaving him utterly confused.

    Memories of Baek Seung-woo from the past and present continuously flashed through his mind. Just thinking about it made his heart race uncontrollably. They had intertwined their bodies roughly, almost as if they were becoming one. He had not only kissed him but also spread his legs and allowed Baek Seung-woo to penetrate him deeply.

    Ha-gyeom rubbed his dry face and sighed deeply. No matter how much he tried to justify it as an act to subdue the rampaging energy, he couldn’t deny the fact. He couldn’t excuse taking advantage of Baek Seung-woo’s hazy consciousness for personal gratification.

    Even as he felt relieved by the fact of Baek Seung-woo’s survival, Ha-gyeom couldn’t shake off the overwhelming shame. The more he vividly recalled their time on the bed, the stronger the guilt grew.

    It took Ha-gyeom a while to collect himself. Lying on the crumpled sheets, he soon realized that one side of the room was made entirely of glass.

    He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the sunset had painted the entire sky a brilliant orange. Despite the black smoke from power plants and factories polluting the air, the sunset was breathtakingly beautiful.

    The view from this high-rise building in District 0 revealed the divided landscape. The right side appeared prosperous, while the left side looked like a dilapidated neighborhood before redevelopment. Ha-gyeom knew that the areas closer to the mainland were wealthier, but seeing the stark contrast was astonishing.

    He couldn’t pinpoint where he had been held captive among the dense ruins. The windowless, stifling warehouse had been nothing but a small, dark world to young Ha-gyeom.

    Only those who found a chance to escape could know the reality…

    Suddenly overcome with anxiety, Ha-gyeom lowered his gaze.

    He stared at his fingertips, frowning at the sudden, sharp sensation. Unless he was exerting himself to generate purification waves, he shouldn’t have been able to sense the presence of energy just by looking at it.


    When Ha-gyeom reached out into the air, a blue light soon spread. The wave expanded in a circle large enough to encompass the bed without any effort on his part. It was the first time he had felt energy, which usually seemed to flee from his grasp, so steadfastly swirling within him.

    Could this be the effect of energy control? It seemed unbelievable.

    Knock, knock.

    Just as he was entranced by the wave, someone knocked on the door. Ha-gyeom stared at the firmly closed metal door within the wave.


    His expectations were dashed. The person who entered through the door was a young girl, appearing to have just entered adolescence.

    “You’re awake?”

    The girl was holding a first aid kit. It seemed she had come to tend to his wounds. When Ha-gyeom nodded, she approached and sat beside the bed.

    Her hair was neatly braided on both sides, and her clothes were tidy. She didn’t look like a mere errand runner. Knowing well how attendants typically appeared, Ha-gyeom tilted his head in curiosity.

    “The purification wave is beautiful….”

    Her muttered words sounded almost habitual. Her eyes were red, and her voice was weak. The atmosphere around her was strangely mature for her age, making Ha-gyeom hesitant to speak.

    As he simply watched, the girl reached for the bandages. Though they seemed recently changed, he wondered why she was checking them again.

    Was this level of care a reward for guiding a rampaging esper?

    “I’m fine….”

    “Mr.  Tae-seong instructed to check every six hours….”


    “Mr.  Tae-seong.”

    This man,  Tae-seong, seemed to be closely connected to Baek Seung-woo. However, this treatment didn’t feel like something orchestrated by Baek Seung-woo or influenced by his words. Baek Seung-woo had only just recovered from his rampage, and  Tae-seong didn’t seem interested in his own safety.

    Assuming the girl was a servant, Ha-gyeom absentmindedly watched her unwrap the bandages, his thoughts inevitably drifting to Baek Seung-woo.

    During the guiding, Baek Seung-woo’s consciousness had been fragmented. Though it had been five years, Ha-gyeom wondered if he had recognized him, and if so, whether his feelings remained the same as before.

    It was also possible that Baek Seung-woo had changed over the years. Hadn’t the oddball referred to Baek Seung-woo as a “critical individual”? The higher one was in the hierarchy, the more likely they were to be in the upper echelons. If Baek Seung-woo was indeed at the top, it meant he had secured a significant position here.  Tae-seong was likely his confidant.

    ‘Trust no one. Not even yourself.’

    Kim Hye-jung’s warning lingered in his mind. Yet for now, Ha-gyeom felt nothing but joy at having found Baek Seung-woo so quickly.


    “I’m sorry. The wound is deep….”

    He didn’t mind the girl’s mistake. Lost in his swirling thoughts, Ha-gyeom eventually sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. The girl glanced up at him cautiously.


    Only then did he notice her trembling hands. Her face was pale, and her fingertips shook as if she had a tremor.

    When she finished unwrapping the bandages, a jagged wound was revealed, as if from being scraped by a sharp object. Having been dragged in by a snare, it seemed he had indeed been caught on some structure.

    The wounds that should have worsened due to the guiding had actually healed well. It was not surprising, as guides affected by an esper’s energy tended to recover quickly.

    Ha-gyeom clenched the hand he had used to create the wave. Retracting the wave required no significant effort. The blue light that had enveloped the bed receded, leaving him with a sense of refined energy within his body.


    Suddenly, excruciating pain flared in his abdomen, and a cold blade pressed against his carotid artery. He identified the source of the pain. The girl’s fingers had slipped into the open wound.

    What was pressing against his neck was likely a scalpel.

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