PV Ch.12 Part 1

#12. The Original Has Been Twisted

“Really… Lee Bomin is not your average guide.”

Jin Gyugeon’s eyes, looking at the screen displaying the test results, held a youthful gleam. Bomin’s total guiding power had increased. It was a level that could be considered close to A-rank, not B-rank.

Moreover, his matching rate with the S-rank espers, which had previously dropped, had increased compared to before. Especially with Song Jaeho, the matching rate was a staggering 96%.

“The matching rate went up, right?”

Ignoring the complex numbers, Bomin only focused on the part where the matching rate had risen. When Bomin pointed at it with his finger, Jin Gyugeon nodded helplessly.

“Yes. The matching rate with the S-rank espers has increased overall. This figure here is the matching rate with Song Jaeho.”

…Thank goodness.

The strength drained from Bomin’s hand. Since the test began until the results came out, he had been gripping his hand so tightly that a crescent-shaped scar remained on his palm.

“Thank you.”

“But Lee Bomin’s magical power and wave are unstable, so there’s no telling when it might drop. You understand that, right?”

“Yes.”

Jin Gyugeon looked anxious, but since Bomin’s magical power had increased and his matching rate was high, he quickly acknowledged that there was no reason to stop Bomin.

“I hope to see Guide Lee Bomin in good health from now on.”

“I’ll do my best to make that happen.”

Bomin went to find Yoon Bisam after finishing his business. Currently, the Association was selecting guides with high matching rates with Song Jaeho.

However, without the voluntary participation of the guides, they couldn’t force Song Jaeho to be guided. It was a matter of life and death, so no guides were volunteering.

Except for Bomin.

The Association heard about Bomin’s fluctuating guiding power and immediately issued an emergency guiding dispatch order to him. Bomin had requested it first. There was no reason for the Association to refuse.

Even if Bomin was wrong, to them, the value of a B-rank guide with unstable guiding power was more important than an S-rank esper.

“Please come back safely…”

Kim Seohun tried to follow Bomin, but the Association stopped him. Kim Seohun didn’t have a high matching rate with Song Jaeho, and the number of guides decreased rapidly from A-rank onwards.

Bomin also dissuaded Kim Seohun. Kim Seohun had no emotional attachment to Song Jaeho. He only wanted to accompany Bomin on this dangerous journey.

“Don’t cry and wait patiently. I’ll be back safely.”

Bomin stroked Kim Seohun’s cheek, who was sobbing with lingering eyes, and left a light kiss on his lips. The round, rising eyes were the last thing he saw.

“Close your eyes. We’re going to move quickly.”

Yoon Bisam, holding Bomin in his arms, boarded the esper-exclusive transport and set the speed to maximum.

Four circular objects unfolded next to the footrest of the bike-like object and floated into the air. The sound of the propeller spinning filled the air, and a fierce wind blew over Bomin’s face.

“Haa…”

Bomin buried his head deep into Yoon Bisam’s arms. The sound of the wind rushing into his ears was harsh. It was spring, but the cold wind made him feel like his body temperature was dropping.

“We’re almost there, so just hold on a little longer.”

Yoon Bisam’s body temperature was low. There was no blanket or anything like that. Yoon Bisam looked down at Bomin, who was shivering, and used his power to increase the speed of the bike.

The speed decreased only when they reached their destination. 

The bike landed with a cloud of dust, and Won Seongwoo rushed towards Yoon Bisam and Bomin.

“Where’s Song Jaeho?”

“Han Biseong is controlling him.”

Only after the wind died down could Bomin slowly open his eyes. He wiped away the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes. His hands and face were as cold as if they had been submerged in ice water.

“Are you okay with guiding him?”

“Yes.”

Won Seongwoo’s worried question showed how dangerous what Bomin was about to do.

“Take me to Song Jaeho.”

Bomin raised his hand and lightly patted Yoon Bisam’s shoulder, who was still holding him. Yoon Bisam, looking down at Bomin with an unreadable expression, kicked the ground.

The place where the powerful magic was emanating was surrounded by giant rocks. It wasn’t a naturally formed space. Won Seongwoo had carefully chosen and placed only the strongest rocks from the mountains.

In the center, surrounded by rocks, Song Jaeho, whose eyes were bloodshot, was screaming.

“Kaaaaaaaah…!”

Song Jaeho was in a terrible state. His muscles were taut, and there were burns all over his body. It was from the flames that blocked him every time he tried to move.

“You’re here.”

Han Biseong was standing with dozens of flames floating around him, shooting them one by one at Song Jaeho. Like Song Jaeho, Han Biseong was also in a terrible state.

Blood was dried around his mouth, and his outstretched hand was twitching.

Yoon Bisam put Bomin down next to Han Biseong. Song Jaeho, seeing the new arrivals, thrashed even harder.

“Cough… Song Jaeho, you bastard, try to get okay…”

Han Biseong spat out blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You should rest. I’ll restrain him.”

Yoon Bisam blocked Han Biseong and reached out towards Song Jaeho. Ice crystals shot up from the ground, wrapping around Song Jaeho’s legs, restraining his movements.

The ice crystals continued to spread, covering Song Jaeho’s arms, finally stopping when they had completely immobilized him.

“We need to lower his outburst risk level first.”

Yoon Bisam glanced at Bomin, who was staring intently at Song Jaeho. He had only restrained Song Jaeho’s arms and legs.

Even if he was restrained, Song Jaeho’s ability was pyrokinesis. The closer Bomin got, the more dangerous it became. Yoon Bisam and the others would try their best to block Song Jaeho’s attacks, but it wouldn’t be easy since Song Jaeho’s ability was invisible.

“I’ll save you if it gets dangerous.”

Won Seongwoo, who had suddenly appeared beside Bomin, started to transform. His body swelled, and silver fur grew on his face and upper body. His muscles tensed, pulsing with power.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.”

While the other espers were tense, Bomin remained calm. He didn’t avoid Song Jaeho’s gaze, which pierced him like a knife. He started walking towards Song Jaeho, one step at a time.

The closer he got to Song Jaeho, the more he could feel the chaotic flow of power emanating from him.

A red line appeared on Bomin’s white cheek. Despite the sharp pain, Bomin didn’t stop walking. He knelt before Song Jaeho.

“Long time no see, Song Jaeho.”

“Krrr…”

An esper in the midst of an outburst was more like a beast than a human. The sound that came out was rough, enough to incite fear in any human.

“Thanks to you, I’m alive. Thank you.”

He couldn’t forget the voice that had called his name desperately in that moment of despair. Bomin reached out and grasped Song Jaeho’s cold, stiff hand.

While Yoon Bisam had only restrained Song Jaeho’s arms and legs, the other parts were also affected. Bomin’s body was trembling from the intense cold.

Even though Song Jaeho wasn’t erect, Bomin held the thick, hard flesh in his hands. He pressed his lips against the tip.

Bomin pressed the tip of Song Jaeho’s c*ck between his lips, sucking and pulling gently. He teased the ur*thra with the tip of his tongue.

The dull brown eyes, which had only moments before been lifeless, flickered with a sudden intensity. Even in his mindless state, he couldn’t tear his gaze from Bomin, as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“You can’t hurt me. Can you?” Bomin murmured, his lips brushing against the glistening glans.

He slowly stroked the hardening shaft, his hand pressing against the taut flesh. The sting of the wound, throbbing beneath his touch, sent shivers down his spine. Perhaps it was the weight of the gazes from the others in the room, but his body felt like it was on fire.

Bomin’s hand, wrapped around the throbbing erection, felt like a magic wand, pulsing with a heat that seemed to melt away the chill in the air.

“Haa…”

The scent of musk, stronger than usual, emanated from Song Jaeho’s groin. Bomin exhaled a shaky breath, the warmth of it brushing against Song Jaeho’s c*ck. The hand that had been clenched tight at Song Jaeho’s side trembled.

Bomin met Song Jaeho’s gaze, unflinching, and trailed his tongue from the glans to the base of the shaft, licking a path along the length of the erection.

He lingered over the bruised area, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. A fine line appeared between Song Jaeho’s brows.

Song Jaeho’s fully erect c*ck curved slightly upwards. Bomin held it like a trumpet, his hand circling the base, and slowly licked his way up the shaft, his tongue tracing the contours of the glans.

“Ugh…”

As the c*ck twitched and pulsed in his hand, Bomin smiled. He pressed his lips against Song Jaeho’s groin, burying his face in the heat.

He brushed his cheek against the coarse stubble, savoring the sensation. He took the large, fleshy head into his mouth, sucking and swirling it around his tongue.

After savoring it for a long moment, he spat it out, his tongue tracing the ridges and grooves of the glans.

As Bomin had anticipated, Song Jaeho didn’t attack him. He simply watched, mesmerized, as Bomin treated his c*ck like a plaything.