TS 063

Yoon Taehwa, unusually, tossed and turned. Just as he was about to turn to his right, frowning as if annoyed, something tangled around his waist. A warm body heat touched his bare skin, which was not covered by clothes. It was a matter of course that his attempt to turn over was in vain. His eyes opened on their own in annoyance.

“Uungh…”

Han Suryeon whined as if drunk on sleep and buried his lips on his shoulder.

“Why is he here… Ah.”

A short sigh escaped. Yoon Taehwa ruffled the hair that was tickling his eyes and replayed the events of last night.

He had run into Han Suryeon by chance at a party he had attended to dig for information. They had been overly conscious of the person standing next to each other, and that consciousness had led to an argument that wasn’t an argument, and in the end, it had ended with a kiss.

‘And after that, we even rubbed dicks.’

He couldn’t spend the whole night at the mansion. He, who had enjoyed the afterglow, had looked down at his shirt, which was stuck together with semen, and then had stood up from his seat with a short laugh. He had checked the windowsill where Elijah had been, but the window was firmly closed.

He couldn’t wander around the annex looking like he had just had a romp. Yoon Taehwa had roughly wiped the semen that had soaked his shirt with the suit he had used to wipe Han Suryeon’s face and then had picked up the mask that had been rolling on the floor. The moment he had straightened his back, his eyes met with the man sitting on the bed.

‘Are you leaving?’

‘Should I wander around looking like this, then?’

‘Are you eating and ditching me right now?’

‘What?’

He became suspicious of where on earth he had learned the phrase ‘eat and ditch.’ He had approached the front of the bed and, looking down at Han Suryeon, had snatched his flushed cheek.

‘It’s not eating and ditching, it’s fucking together, Suryeon-ah.’

‘Ah… And I only came once?’

Because he had only roughly wiped it with his clothes, the semen had dried. Yoon Taehwa had run his fingers along his long eyelashes and languidly wet his lips.

‘I never said I’d match your number of ejaculations.’

‘Alright. I’ll be satisfied with just having fucked with you, Team Leader.’

If the annex was prepared for people who had hit it off, then the room should, by all rights, have a bathroom attached. Yoon Taehwa, while holding Han Suryeon’s cheek, had slowly turned his head. Sure enough, he saw a door leading to another room.

‘Go wash your face.’

Han Suryeon’s eyes had turned in the direction he was pointing. Yoon Taehwa had tapped the cheek where his own semen was stuck and had smiled thinly.

‘I’ll make you come one more time somewhere else.’

After returning home, they had fucked a few more times. The reason Han Suryeon was lying in his bed was also because of that. It wasn’t even sex, it was just masturbation, if you had to be specific, but it had been an overly exciting night.

“Strange…”

Was it something to get that excited about?

He didn’t regret what had happened with Han Suryeon. He was just surprised by the fact that he could get excited with a fellow Esper, dick to dick.

“What’s strange?”

A mumbling voice was heard. It was along with the sensation of the thin skin on his shoulder moving. Yoon Taehwa just lowered his gaze. The man, who had skillfully curled up his body, slightly raised his head. His softened eyes looked quite languid.

“Doing this with a fellow Esper.”

“Aah…”

Han Suryeon, who had drawn out the end of his words, put strength into the arm that was wrapped around his waist. It didn’t even take a few seconds for him to move his crumpled body.

“Ugh.”

At the weight crushing his body, Yoon Taehwa let out a low moan.

“You shouldn’t do this with other Espers, Team Leader.”

“And you can?”

Han Suryeon, who had smiled bashfully instead of answering, bent his upper body. Just as he thought the warm skin was touching his neck, he felt a faint pain. It was obvious what he was doing, so Yoon Taehwa entangled his fingers in the hair that was tickling his chin. He knew his habit of biting and licking all night, so he didn’t even think of stopping him now.

‘If I tell him not to, he’ll just whine and chatter again.’

He felt moderately languid, like a beast that had succeeded in a hunt after a long time. He could let this much slide.

“Is your biting getting worse?”

That is, until the sharp canines bit the neck that connected to his shoulder.

Yoon Taehwa pulled the hair entangled in his fingers, as if to say, that’s enough. Han Suryeon, who had lifted his head, stuck out his tongue as if to show off. A hint of blood was visible on the pink flesh. Yoon Taehwa easily noticed that the red bloodstain was his own blood.

“You’re even drawing blood?”

“An Esper’s marks disappear quickly. Unfortunately…”

“I don’t think it’ll disappear quickly if you chew on it like this.”

He taunted, fiddling with his neck where the pain lingered. He could feel the faintly indented teeth marks on his fingertips. The bite marks from the night would have disappeared, but the mottled marks would surely remain clearly.

When he gestured with his chin towards the outside of the bed, as if to tell him to get down, Han Suryeon obediently backed away. Yoon Taehwa scanned the bare body, clad only in sweatpants, and then slowly sat up.

“Are you having breakfast?”

At the extremely natural question, he chuckled and immediately got up from the bed.

“I have to eat.”

“What would you like? Was the bread okay last time?”

“I think I should eat something other than bread.”

The hand with the teeth marks on it patted the butt of Han Suryeon, who was looking down at his phone.

“I need to nourish my body.”

“..…”

“Because of someone.”

It was actually a time closer to lunch than breakfast. Yoon Taehwa looked at the cross-section of the medium-cooked steak and then put it in his mouth. He thought that all sorts of things were being delivered.

“Why did the vice guild master of Kasatka enter Korea? I didn’t get any information.”

“Please keep it a secret.”

“Let me hear the reason first.”

It seemed he had entered secretly using another passport.

It was difficult for B-class and above Espers to leave the country, no matter which country they went to, but there were other targets whose entry and exit were also tricky. Usually, they were high-grade Guides or members of large guilds. Not all of them went through the proper procedures to come and go between countries.

“She came because of Guiding.”

“…Your Guiding?”

Han Suryeon nodded his head. Yoon Taehwa asked, piercing an asparagus with his fork.

“You get Guiding from your mother?”

“Blood relations have a better Guiding effect.”

“That’s true.”

In the case of blood relations, the matching rate was also generally high.

The manifestation of an ordinary person as a Transformed Being was purely random. For an Esper to have a blood-related Guide could only be described as immense luck.

“And since Hernandez was throwing a party in Korea, it was a good time to come in as a deception.”

“No wonder I didn’t see you at the Center.”

“Were you looking for me?”

Han Suryeon asked, resting his chin on his hand. His fresh smile was the expression of someone who knew the answer.

“Jaemin said you were looking for me, Team Leader. You were even unusually annoyed.”

“And you were sulking with me, weren’t you?”

“It wasn’t sulking, it was being hurt.”

Yoon Taehwa, who had flinched, put down his fork. He tapped the table with the tip of his nail and stared blankly at the person sitting opposite him.

“Are you serious?”

“About what?”

“That you were hurt.”

Han Suryeon tilted his head, still with his chin in his hand.

“I’m serious… Is there anyone who wouldn’t be hurt if they said ‘what’s it to you’ to something said out of concern?”

The image of him leaving the team leader’s office naturally flashed past his mind. Yoon Taehwa moved his lips and then let out a short sigh.

“I’m sorry. I apologize.”

Han Suryeon frowned, as if it were unexpected.

“I didn’t expect you to apologize, Team Leader.”

A different expression was etched in his softening eyes.

“You said you were hurt, didn’t you? I don’t do the stupid thing of not apologizing because of my pride.”

“Then can I worry as I please?”

“I won’t do anything that would make you worry.”

Yoon Taehwa languidly stretched his lips and started eating the steak again.

“How did you meet Christina?”

“By chance.”

“Strange. I didn’t even know she was in Korea.”

“She didn’t seem to know you.”

“The information she can access and the information I can access are different.”

Not many people knew the identity of the Borein Field Commander, so he thought that might be possible.

“Why did you go to that place, Team Leader?”

“To find out the source of the bomb used at the Center, and other things. It would be good if I could find out more information, and if not, then not. I also stopped by because it was suspicious that he was suddenly having a party in Korea.”

There was some information he had found out thanks to meeting Christina.

“I heard Elijah is pouring money into the drug king. And the drug king seems to be closely related to the Ants.”

“She even told you that? You must have had a good time?”

He was saying it even though he knew full well that nothing had happened.

“I had a passionate time.”

When he retorted, remembering the talk about the taste of lipstick, Han Suryeon bared his teeth and twisted his lips.

“Ah, more than with me?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t think you came buckets like you did with me.”

“The one who came buckets was you, not me.”

“Mmm, actually, I could have cum more, but I held back.”

It was a vulgar conversation to be having at the dinner table. When he ignored him without retorting, Han Suryeon pouted his lips.

“Nothing happened.”

“Who was it that asked if I had a good time?”

As if he had realized he had fallen into his own trap, a hint of dismay appeared on his frowning face. Han Suryeon, who had lowered his arms and straightened his posture, brought up another topic of conversation.

“Should I look into it for you?”

“What.”

“The drug king.”

“We’ll see…”

He had no intention of getting involved in the affairs of another country. Yoon Taehwa’s share was only Monomorium.

“Depending on the situation.”

“Alright.”

Just as he was about to focus on his meal again, he felt an insistent gaze. Yoon Taehwa asked with his eyes, ‘what’.

“So, have you fallen for me?”

At the question of whether he had fallen for him, the man who had laughed as if it were ridiculous, extended his foot under the table. It was towards Han Suryeon’s thigh.

“Just because we rubbed dicks a bit…”

When he put strength into his foot, he could feel a hard, erect penis.

“…it’s a bit much to say I’ve fallen, isn’t it?”