SS 8(1) Part 1

Side Story #8. Coma (1)

“What did you just say…?”

“…Song Jaeho is severely injured and is being transported.”

“Bomin-ssi!”

As Bomin’s body swayed greatly, Shi Yu-hyeon, who was standing next to him, was startled and supported him. Bomin kept looking at Yoon Bisam to confirm if what he had just heard was true, but instead of correcting himself, he let out a heavy sigh.

“There was an S-class dungeon doubling phenomenon.”

It was a rare phenomenon in which two S-class dungeons overlapped, only observed twice worldwide since dungeons began appearing in this world. This was the first time it had occurred in South Korea.

“We detected a signal indicating the occurrence of a single S-class dungeon, so we sent Song Jaeho, Jeong Hotae, Han Biseong, and Won Seongwoo…”

With the power of those four, clearing one S-class dungeon should have been manageable.

The problem was that the S-class dungeon doubling phenomenon occurred, creating a situation that even the four of them couldn’t handle. It was truly unfortunate that Song Jaeho was being brought in in critical condition because of this.

The S-class dungeon doubling wasn’t simply the simultaneous appearance of two S-class dungeons. The different dungeons intertwined, creating a synergy effect.

“It seems Song Jaeho’s ability was particularly needed.”

Psychokinesis was known for its versatility and high effectiveness. Given the urgent situation, it was highly likely that Song Jaeho used his ability desperately, without regard for his own safety.

“…The others are also seriously injured. They aren’t unconscious like Song Jaeho, but…”

Reports came in that their injuries were severe enough not to be healed immediately even with the highest-grade recovery potions. Recovery potions weren’t a panacea. Especially when an Esper used an excessive amount of magic power in a short period, leading to magic exhaustion, their physical recovery also slowed down.

“Their rampage risk levels are also dangerously high. That’s why you need to prepare quickly, Lee Bomin.”

Bomin roughly rubbed his tearful eyes with the back of his hand. The sudden bad news, delivered amidst peaceful days, was enough to make Bomin’s heart sink.

His heart pounded ominously, wondering how badly injured they were to be considered critical. Song Jaeho had once been buried alone in a mountain of rocks while saving Bomin.

At that time, his rampage risk level soared dangerously high, almost reaching the point of rampage. Fortunately, he returned to normal thanks to Bomin’s guiding, but judging by Yoon Bisam’s attitude, it was clear that his current condition was worse than back then.

Bomin closed his eyes and desperately took deep breaths to calm his ragged breathing.

It was enough that he wasn’t dead. Because he could step in to ensure his recovery.

A resolute light shone in Bomin’s eyes as he opened them, having steeled his resolve. The expressions of those watching Bomin, who suddenly had to guide four S-class Espers with soaring rampage risk levels, darkened.

Shi Yu-hyeon approached Bomin and wrapped his tightly clenched fist with his own hand.

Honestly, he wanted to prioritize Bomin’s safety above all else. But he knew that if even one of them went wrong, Bomin would also be in danger, so he had to suppress his anxiety.

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“Oh my god…”

Kim Seohun covered his mouth with both hands. He had expected the situation to be serious from what Yoon Bisam had told him, but the sight of them being carried in was more gruesome than he had imagined.

“Kugh…”

“Don’t… touch me…”

“Uwaaaah…!”

They were all out of their minds due to the soaring rampage risk levels.

The faces of those who brought them in, drained of color, turned deathly pale under the pressure of the S-class Espers’ killing intent. They were all A-class Espers, but the momentum of the S-class Espers driven to the brink of rampage was beyond their control.

“Association President!”

The leader of the A-class Espers spotted Yoon Bisam and his face brightened. As Yoon Bisam nodded as if to acknowledge their hard work, he quickly ushered his colleagues out of the building.

“Kim Seohun, you get out too. It’ll be a disaster if you get caught up in this.”

Yoon Bisam then ordered Kim Seohun as well. Kim Seohun’s face was also turning pale. There was no way Kim Seohun, a Guide, could withstand the killing intent that even A-class Espers struggled with.

“But…”

“Hurry. If they receive guiding from you, they’ll go even crazier.”

Kim Seohun looked at Bomin with worried eyes. Even if Bomin was an S-class Guide, it was impossible to guide three S-class Espers on the verge of rampage at once.

He had tried to help somehow, even if it meant providing guidance himself, but even from Kim Seohun’s perspective, the moment he touched them, the Espers seemed to lose their minds completely.

“Seohun-ah, it’s okay, so go out quickly.”

Bomin gently stroked Kim Seohun’s cheek. However, Bomin’s gaze passed over those writhing in pain and landed on Song Jaeho, who was unconscious and motionless.

While the others were screaming, only Song Jaeho remained still as if asleep. On the contrary, his face was so pale that he would have looked like a corpse if it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of his chest.

“Please… be safe.”

Kim Seohun reluctantly left the building, forcing his legs, which refused to move, to take him away.

Currently, the only people left were Bomin, Yoon Bisam, and Shi Yu-hyeon.

In preparation for any unforeseen dangers, Yoon Bisam chose an abandoned building far from the association as the place for Bomin to guide them. The association had bought all the land in the area, so there were no residential houses nearby.

“Bomin-ah…”

Jeong Hotae, sensing Bomin’s scent, lifted his head. Thick veins bulged on his temples, neck, and everywhere else.

None of the Espers were wearing shirts. They seemed to have been lost during the battle. Even their trousers were in tatters. Jeong Hotae reached out his right hand longingly towards Bomin, then clenched it into a fist.

It was because he remembered his own appearance. The color displayed on his bracelet was dangerously high. Reacting to his anxiety, Jeong Hotae’s shadow rippled like waves.

His sanity was also hanging by a thread, constantly on the verge of snapping. In this state, he wasn’t confident he wouldn’t hurt Bomin. Watching Jeong Hotae bite his lower lip until it bled, Bomin slowly moved towards him.

“Lee, Bomin…”

“Ugh…”

Han Biseong and Won Seongwoo also recognized Bomin’s presence. The flames that had been engulfing Han Biseong’s upper body gradually subsided as Bomin approached.

Won Seongwoo was in a half-transformed state, baring his sharp fangs. His fur, which would normally be glossy, was now dull and trembled dangerously with each muscle contraction.

Yoon Bisam and Shi Yu-hyeon tensed their muscles. They vigilantly observed the situation, ready to rush to Bomin’s aid at any moment.

“Mmm…”

The first person Bomin kissed was Jeong Hotae. Cupping Jeong Hotae’s cheeks, who was trying to pull away in fear of hurting Bomin, Bomin lowered his head.

All three were restrained in wheelchair-like chairs. Straps that suppressed an Esper’s magic power bound their bodies, but the straps were already worn out as if corroded, stretched to the point of breaking.

Bomin inhaled deeply as his guiding magic power seemed to be sucked away through their connected lips. Jeong Hotae’s tongue invaded his mouth roughly, like a c*ck thrusting into a hole.

Unlike usual, Jeong Hotae’s magic power craved Bomin’s guiding magic power like a raging bull. Even though it was just a kiss, a tingling sensation spread from his lips.

If their compatibility wasn’t high and Bomin wasn’t an S-class, Jeong Hotae’s ferocious magic power would have been enough to knock him unconscious.

“I’m at my limit…”

Han Biseong, who had been watching Bomin and Jeong Hotae kiss with blurred vision, could no longer endure it and broke free from the restraints. Following him, Won Seongwoo also became free.

The atmosphere felt as if Bomin’s body would be crushed and torn apart by the Espers’ threatening physiques at any moment.

“Bomin-ssi!“

“Not yet.”

It was Yoon Bisam who grabbed Shi Yu-hyeon’s arm as he tried to rush forward. Provoking the extremely agitated Espers could lead to a more dangerous situation.

For now, it seemed they were barely clinging to their last shred of sanity because Bomin had approached them.

If Shi Yu-hyeon intervened in this situation, their rampage risk levels, which had already reached their limit, might explode like a bomb with a lit fuse. If that happened, everything would be over.

“Come here, everyone.”

Bomin turned his head and immediately unfastened Jeong Hotae’s buckle. At Bomin’s gesture, Han Biseong and Won Seongwoo rose from their seats like puppets and approached him.

As Jeong Hotae’s pants were pulled down, the thick outline wrapped in his underwear became visible. His massive c*ck was already fully er*ct, poking out from beneath his underwear. Bomin pulled down his underwear without hesitation.

The risen, hard flesh slapped against Bomin’s chin and lips before standing tall. Bomin supported the heavy c*ck with both hands as it threatened to droop downwards. The feeling of the weighty flesh filling his palms made his mouth dry.

Bomin stuck out his reddish tongue and gently rubbed the tip of the glans. A bitter and fishy taste spread across his tongue and filled his mouth.

Lifting the c*ck upwards, he licked its surface, tracing the bulging veins with the broad surface of his tongue. The c*ck, too thick for Bomin to grasp with one hand, was too wide for his small tongue to cover entirely.

The moment Bomin took a small breath and engulfed the thickest part, the glans, in his mouth, Han Biseong moved.

“Lee Bomin, give me your hand.”

Bomin only had one mouth. However, they couldn’t act on the impulse to push Bomin down and thrust into him.

Han Biseong took Bomin’s hand and pulled it towards his groin. Won Seongwoo had no choice but to pull the remaining hand. The rampage risk level was at stage 4.

The pain that wouldn’t be relieved by simply having their c*cks touched threatened to overwhelm them. Nevertheless, they barely managed to suppress their urges, focusing all their attention on the slender hand stroking their c*cks.

Even that was enough to ease the tension in their taut nerves.

Bomin grasped the two heavily er*ct shafts of flesh, one in each hand, and pumped them up and down. Then, moving only his mouth, he pulled the c*ck in front of him into his throat.

Jeong Hotae, who had been hesitantly clenching and unclenching his fist, placed his hand on the back of Bomin’s head. With the subtle pressure, Bomin was able to insert the glans into his throat more easily than when he was sucking it on his own.

“Huu…”

Bomin’s eyes teared up as the ever-challenging size stretched his throat. The round tip of the flesh dug into the narrow, sticky passage, stimulating the delicate mucous membrane.