IDESGI Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Meanwhile, Yeon-oh seemed suspicious at Eunha’s sudden request for Yoon Geon’s contact information and asked,

“Why are you asking for that?”

—Because I can’t get through to Zone 1 right now. I thought Esper Yoon Geon might still be in touch with Han Yeoul.

“So you’re asking for his number just to check on Han Yeoul?”

The sharp words slipped out. Han Yeoul? He was just a C-Class Guide.

And there was another problem.

“If you need to contact Yoon Geon, put in an official call request.”

With an irritated tone, Yeon-oh hung up and tossed the phone onto the table. Leaning his head back against the sofa, he bit his lip.

‘Whether I know it or not is my business.’

Yeon-oh didn’t have Yoon Geon’s personal number either. To contact him, you had to make a call through the official watch. That meant no personal contact outside of official duties.

His gaze shifted back to the phone, a hint of bitterness in his expression.

When the line abruptly disconnected, Eunha stared at the black screen in bewilderment.

“What’s with the attitude?”

Just then, his fellow researchers returned to the lab after lunch. Spotting Yeojin, who was known for being the fastest with gossip, Eunha called out,

“Hey, are Guide Seo Yeon-oh and Han Yeoul on bad terms?”

Yeojin looked at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world.

“You think they’d be on good terms? Han Yeoul used to be Esper Yoon Geon’s Guide.”

“And before Seo Yeon-oh came, he was his only Guide. They were totally close back then.”

Another person chimed in to agree. Eunha’s eyes went wide as he glanced between the two.

“What? No way! Han Yeoul told me Esper Yoon Geon was like a brother to him.”

His mind wandered back to unforgettable days in the past—when Yeoul had still been in Zone 5, during the time Eunha had secretly been in love with him.

If Yoo Ihan was a distant figure he could only admire from afar, then Yeoul was someone he wanted to spend his life with. That was why he’d once been restless with worry, wondering if Yeoul and Yoon Geon had already gotten together.

Back then, sleepless from concern, he had mustered the courage to casually ask Han Yeoul one day,

“So, um… do you think Guides should only date Espers?”

Since most Guides and Espers believed so, Eunha had been deeply worried Yeoul might feel the same way. As someone connected to the system but still an ordinary person, he had been gloomy at the thought he might never have a chance.

But Yeoul had denied it without hesitation.

“No? It’s not a law, so there’s no reason it has to be that way.”

The moment he heard those words, Eunha’s face had lit up like a sunflower in the sun.

“Right! Exactly right. I mean, aren’t Guides basically just ordinary people too? They should be able to date regular people.”

Truthfully, Eunha hadn’t expected such an answer. He had always thought Yeoul was different from other Guides, but still, he figured that if he were to date anyone, it would be an Esper.

Most Guides, he’d heard, developed an instinctive fixation on Espers with high match rates from the moment they awakened. But apparently, Yeoul wasn’t like that.

“So, you really don’t have anything going on with Esper Yoon Geon, right?”

When he’d asked carefully, Yeoul had burst out laughing.

“No way! Geon-hyung is family, family! Who dates their brother? We’re not like that.”

Yeoul’s attitude had been so firm that Eunha had been reassured. He hadn’t expected that he’d lose him to Ihan instead…

The bitter memory thumped painfully against his heart again.

As Eunha clutched his chest and wore a sorrowful expression, Yeojin squinted at him suspiciously, looking him up and down.

“What’s with your face all of a sudden? Like you swallowed something rotten.”

When the memory of his painful love suddenly felt cheap and dirty, Eunha glared at Yeojin like he might eat her alive.

“Oh! Han Yeoul might be clueless as hell, but he’s not the type to lie! He definitely said he didn’t like Esper Yoon Geon!”

“Maybe he didn’t. But Yoon Geon? Anyone could tell he liked Han Yeoul, I’m sure of it.”

At Yeojin’s words, a male colleague gave her shoulder a tap in agreement.

“Seriously, how could you not notice? That cold, aloof guy would practically melt with honey in his eyes whenever he looked at Han Yeoul.”

“Now that I think about it, that Guide Han Yeoul is pretty strange too. How did he not notice? Is he just that dense?”

“Well, he had a reputation for being quick and sharp with work. Maybe he’s just dense when it comes to romance?”

“True. Wasn’t he an orphan? People with an affection deficit tend to have trouble trusting love.”

When the conversation suddenly veered off course, Eunha grabbed Yeojin by the collar and shook her.

“No! That’s impossible! They were—like—family!”

Seeing Eunha’s horrified expression, Yeojin shook her head.

“You’re always calling Han Yeoul clueless, but I think you’re just as bad.”

Releasing Yeojin’s collar, Eunha dropped his gaze in defeat. He suddenly felt as if he’d been rejected twice. The unfair part was, he’d never even confessed once.

If he’d at least told him he liked him, maybe he wouldn’t have this much regret now. It was the same regret he’d felt in the past two years, kicking his blanket in frustration.

Wait. But didn’t Han Yeoul always insist Esper Yoon Geon was like an older brother?

So maybe Yoon Geon never confessed either? The thought gave him some strange comfort. Even the perfect Yoon Geon had been turned down by Han Yeoul. It took someone like Yoo Ihan to steal Han Yeoul’s heart.

“A Guide loved by two S-Class Espers… this is like some kind of drama.”

One researcher’s sarcastic comment drew no disagreement from the others. At this point, Eunha had to admit—Han Yeoul was something else. A total heartbreaker.

Eunha dropped into a chair and spun around.

“I should’ve at least tried. Why did I just sit there like an idiot?”

“You had no chance from the start. If you’d confessed, it would’ve been a humiliating memory instead.”

“And honestly, you weren’t even that serious. You went on blind dates almost every week after Han Yeoul left.”

“Not that any of them worked out.”

Eunha kicked the stomach of the researcher who’d said that.

“Don’t trample on my pure feelings before I go spilling your embarrassing stories to your wife.”

“Ugh! Hey, am I wrong? What good is a nice face? Or being tall? You keep getting rejected so much no one even sets you up anymore.”

“Oh, you’re talking big? Want me to talk to your wife too?”

“You’re such a pain in the ass. Seriously. Why don’t you take a page from Esper Yoo Ihan’s book? He’s so considerate and kind. He managed to sweep up Han Yeoul when even Yoon Geon couldn’t.”

“They say fans take after the people they like, but I guess not. Your personality’s too shitty.”

“Shut up. How dare you compare someone like me to Lord Ihan?”

Comparing the great hero who saved the world to some pathetic human like him—ridiculous!

Eunha admired Ihan just as much as he liked Yeoul—maybe even more. That was why, when Yeoul left for Zone 1, he didn’t cling; he let him go “coolly.”

Although, his colleagues who had comforted him for months afterward would say there was nothing “cool” about it.

Still, Eunha felt it was unfair. In his own way, he’d given up on Yeoul cleanly. That’s why he tried so hard to find new love.

The only problem was that Kim Eunha’s standards were way too high.

‘After seeing someone like Lord Ihan, how am I supposed to look at anyone else?’

Honestly, if it weren’t for Han Yeoul, Kim Eunha wouldn’t have been able to like anyone but Yoo Ihan.

His feelings for Ihan showed in everything he did—whenever he went on a blind date, he couldn’t help comparing the person to Ihan. Who would like someone like that? That’s why Kim Eunha was known as the guy who got rejected on all 33 blind dates.

“Ugh. Is there really no one decent out there? Set me up with someone.”

“Even if I wanted to, I’ve got no one left to introduce you to.”

“What’s the point of having colleagues if you won’t help me? You want me to die old and single?”

With a sigh, Yeojin gave in.

“Fine. What’s your type? And be realistic, please.”

“Nothing more, nothing less—just like Lord Yoo Ihan.”

“Stop talking shit. Lower your standards, or you’ll die alone.”

“If Yoo Ihan’s your ideal type, then how did you end up liking Han Yeoul?”

Everyone stared at Eunha with curiosity. Feeling the pressure of their eyes, he awkwardly scratched his chin.

“Han Yeoul is…”

“Han Yeoul is?”

“Well, sort of…”

“Why do you keep trailing off? Spit it out. What about Han Yeoul?”

“…He just looks like someone you’d want to tease.”

Like he stirred some wicked urge. Everyone nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Those bright, wide eyes make you want to make him cry.”

“He kind of looks like the type who’d attract nothing but perverts.”

“Hey, are you calling me a pervert?”

Eunha snapped, sounding hit too close to home. But it wasn’t entirely wrong.

Even now, Han Yeoul was being toyed with by a first-class pervert.

* * *

Yeoul whimpered beneath Ihan, pleading,

“Hhic, I was wrong. Please… stop now…”

His hoarse voice sounded pitiful, but Ihan only smiled lightly and didn’t pull his thing out from inside Yeoul.

“Yeoul-ah, your hips have gone slack. You tired?”

Of course he was. Lying face-down on the bed, his drained body twitched weakly. With a small laugh at the sight, Ihan easily lifted him up into his arms.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Lean your back against the wall, Yeoul-ah. Wrap your legs around me.”

This crazy bastard! Once clumsy with swearing, Yeoul had developed quite the sharp tongue.

“Hhhng!”

The slightly withdrawn penis thrust deep again, supporting Yeoul’s weight. His back pressed against the wall as he bounced up and down, waves of pleasure crashing into him. Even though it felt like there was nothing left to release, that sense of climax kept building.

“Yeoul-ah, after hours of fucing you, your hole clings so snug. Want to just live with my cock in you? I could feed you and put you to bed like this.”

Yeoul feared Ihan might actually mean it. In his current deranged state, Yoo Ihan could very well do it. Pressing his face into Ihan’s shoulder, Yeoul let out a trembling moan as he struggled to speak.

“Hhngh, you’re… hhic, insane?”

“Mm, I get told that a lot.”

A lot? Normally, Ihan was upright and kind. Where had he been hearing that?

Just then, Ihan thrust up, burying himself to the base. The force made Yeoul’s hole clench instinctively. With a low groan, Ihan whispered,

“Yeoul-ah, you’re squeezing too tight. Gonna bite it off. I’ll have to fuck you another two hours to stretch you to my size, right?”

Ihan snapped his hips again, and Yeoul’s mind—once filled with questions—was swallowed by blinding waves of pleasure.