PV Ch.4 Part 1

#4. Twisting the Original (2)

“It’s been a while since I’ve been able to relax like this.”

Bomin adjusted his sunglasses, scanning his surroundings. He walked with a slight limp, his back aching, forcing him to pause every few steps to stretch. 

“That was intense.” 

He chuckled softly, reminiscing. His hole, still swollen, twitched involuntarily, as if yearning for more. It was a greedy little thing, just like its owner.

“Now, where to find some decent clothes…”

He was spoiled for choice, the sheer number of shops overwhelming. Unlike his previous world, these brands were all unfamiliar, their names a jumble of foreign letters. 

He’d checked into a hotel after leaving Shi Yu-hyeon’s apartment, deciding to enjoy his freedom before returning to the Guild. 

He had plenty of vacation time left, and his closet was practically bare, filled mostly with his Guide uniform. While the uniform was sleek and stylish, it was too… restrictive for Bomin, who enjoyed expressing himself through fashion. 

The Guild had provided him with a generous vacation allowance, a perk he was entitled to, but had never used before. The original Bomin had been too obsessed with the S-rank Espers to even consider taking a break. 

He’d briefly considered saving the money, but his next paycheck was still a while away. He couldn’t afford to wander around this unfamiliar world without any funds. 

He’d earn it back. It wasn’t like he had any trouble finding work. 

Satisfied with his rationalization, he entered a clothing store. It was located in a large shopping mall, with no separate entrance, making it easy to browse.

“Welcome.”

“I’ll just browse on my own, thanks.” 

“Of course, Sir. Just let us know if you need anything.”

The sales assistant greeted him politely, but Bomin waved him off, his gaze already scanning the racks of clothes. 

The styles were clean and modern, the fabrics high-quality. He quickly selected a few shirts and pants and brought them to the counter. He paid with his card, not even bothering to check the price, and moved on to the next store.

He accumulated shopping bags as he went, his arms laden with his purchases, until he looked less like a person carrying bags and more like bags carrying a person. His wrists ached from the weight, and he decided to take a break at a nearby cafe.

“I wonder what they’re doing right now.”

He’d hesitated for a moment before leaving Shi Yu-hyeon’s apartment, wondering if he should leave a note with his phone number. But he’d decided against it. 

According to his memories, Shi Yu-hyeon would soon awaken as an S-rank Guide and join the Guild. It would be more… dramatic, more impactful, if they met again under those circumstances. 

That’s why he’d simply kissed Shi Yu-hyeon’s cheek, a lingering touch, and slipped away before he woke up.

“Song Jaeho’s probably throwing a tantrum.”

Of all the male leads, Song Jaeho was the most impulsive, his emotions always on display, his actions dictated by his whims. Bomin smiled, imagining him fuming, pacing like a caged animal, his usually playful face contorted with frustration. 

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

The original Bomin had always chased after them, never giving up, never letting them push him away. 

And while the male leads often found him annoying, they’d enjoyed his body, his touch, the way he made them feel. 

That’s why the Esper Rampage Management Division always called on Bomin whenever Won Seongwoo’s rampage risk level spiked. He was the only guide Won Seongwoo would allow to touch him. 

Bomin stirred his drink, the ice clinking against the glass, before taking a long sip through the straw. His grip was weak, but he sucked the drink down with gusto, the icy liquid soothing his parched throat. 

“…Delicious.”

He’d ordered an iced Americano, a strawberry smoothie, and a selection of cakes—one of each flavor. 

He took a bite of the Basque cheesecake, savoring the rich, creamy texture and the slightly burnt flavor. 

He’d been thrown into the deep end from the moment he’d arrived in this world, waking up beneath Han Biseong, his body used and abused. And then there was Song Jaeho, Won Seongwoo, and even Yoon Bisam, who’d slapped him. 

Even for someone as indifferent to life as Bomin, it had been a lot to handle.

And then there was Shi Yu-hyeon. He’d exhausted himself, both physically and mentally, putting on a show, letting Shi Yu-hyeon use him. He was running on fumes. 

This time alone, this freedom to simply be, to indulge in things he enjoyed, felt like a lifeline in the midst of a storm. 

“…Maybe I should find someone for a one-night stand.” 

He finished the slice of cake and scanned the cafe, his gaze lingering on the attractive men scattered around the room. His eyes met those of a man who had been watching him, and he felt a jolt of recognition. 

The man, seeing that he’d been caught, stood up and approached Bomin’s table. He was tall, his legs long and lean, and he covered the distance in a few strides. 

“There you are. I was wondering where you’d gone.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Your manners seem to have deteriorated.”

Anyone listening would have thought there was a significant age gap between them. But in reality, Yoon Bisam was only a year older than him. 

“Hoping I’d call you hyung?”

“No. I prefer a different term of endearment. You know what it is.”

He did. And he also knew that the original Bomin had refused to use it. 

“If you’re here for a Guiding session, you can turn around and leave. I’m on vacation.”

Yoon Bisam settled into the chair across from him, his long legs crossing at the ankles. He was wearing a semi-formal suit, his usual Esper uniform nowhere in sight, and he looked even more striking than usual. 

Bomin noticed the way other patrons were stealing glances, their gazes drawn to Yoon Bisam’s handsome face and cool demeanor. Yoon Bisam ignored them all, his gaze fixed on Bomin, his fingers drumming lightly on the table.

Each tap sent vibrations through the surface, causing the cakes on Bomin’s plate to tremble, their delicate decorations becoming smudged. Bomin’s eyes narrowed. He knew, logically, that he should be submissive, compliant, but Yoon Bisam’s unexpected appearance had sparked a wave of defiance within him. He’d been enjoying his freedom, his solitude, and he resented the intrusion. 

Besides, Yoon Bisam didn’t just enjoy submissive partners. He liked to break people, to bend them to his will. 

“I see you’re looking for a hookup.” 

“What…?”

“I’m offering myself. A one-night stand. You and me.” 

“You’re surrounded by willing partners. Why bother with me, especially when I’m on vacation?”

Yoon Bisam’s lips curved into a slow smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“It’s not easy to find someone who meets your… discerning tastes.”

He’d hit a nerve. The original Bomin and Bomin shared more than just their looks, name, and age. They both had a weakness for beautiful men, men who were well-endowed. 

The original Bomin’s obsession with the male leads hadn’t been solely due to their S-rank status. It was their looks, their size, that had truly captivated him. 

Of course, unlike the emotionally stunted male leads, Bomin craved more than just physical satisfaction. And that’s where things had gone wrong. 

“A change of pace can be refreshing. Even the finest delicacies can become tiresome after a while.”

Bomin averted his gaze, hiding the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, and politely declined the offer. He wanted to enjoy his freedom, at least for the duration of his vacation.

Besides, s*x with Yoon Bisam would inevitably lead to his Guiding magic being drained. Yoon Bisam might have phrased it as a one-night stand, but Bomin wasn’t naive enough to believe that’s all it would be. 

The thought made him shudder.

“What happened to you? You seem… different.”

Yoon Bisam was being unusually persistent. Bomin had expected him to leave in a huff, his pride wounded. He’d figured that Yoon Bisam would take his revenge later, during their next Guiding session. 

But he was still here, his dark eyes gleaming with a curious intensity, as if he’d stumbled upon a fascinating new specimen.

“You only know a fraction of who I am, and even that… it’s all superficial.”

They’d never cared about his feelings, his past, his thoughts. They only cared about his body and his Guiding magic.

They were all so different, so unique, and yet they were united in their objectification of him. 

Yoon Bisam seemed to find his transformation amusing, his expression a mixture of predatory interest and a strange, almost childlike curiosity.

“Personal feelings are unnecessary in a contractual relationship.”

“Do you not see the irony in your words, given your current… behavior?” 

“I do. That’s what makes this so interesting.” 

Crazy bastard.

Bomin chewed on his straw, wishing it was Yoon Bisam’s c*ck. He’d bite down hard, leave his mark, and watch, with grim satisfaction, as that elegant face contorted in pain.

“Leave me alone. As you said, ours is a purely contractual relationship.”

Yoon Bisam, without even trying, seemed to bring out the worst in him. He wasn’t pushy like Song Jaeho, nor did he resort to force like Won Seongwoo.

He’d always maintained a careful distance, his interactions with Bomin calculated and controlled. But now, he was pushing boundaries, stepping out of his comfort zone. 

And he wasn’t even angry. He was… amused. 

“…Ah.”

He felt a sharp pain on his jaw as Yoon Bisam leaned closer, his grip surprisingly strong. His tongue darted out, tracing the line of his jaw, the touch cool against his heated skin. 

“Enjoy your… side dish. Just be careful not to get food poisoning.” 

He was gone before Bomin could react. Bomin touched his jaw, wincing at the lingering ache, and shoveled the rest of his cake into his mouth, his movements aggressive, frustrated. 

He would find someone. He would find someone better. 

He’d been considering a one-night stand before, but now, the thought was a burning need, an obsession. He didn’t need someone as perfect as Yoon Bisam. Just someone decent, someone attractive. Someone who wouldn’t treat him like a disposable object. 

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