He had heard countless stories about how rough Espers could become with guides when they were injured and teetering on the edge of a rampage. It seemed those stories weren't exaggerated after all.
Even Hyeong Ki—who, in the original story, had always been gentle and considerate during his guiding sessions with Su Iseul—was handling Rim Young with none of that familiar restraint.
As the desperate kiss continued, Hyeong Ki impatiently tugged Rim Young's shirt open, pushing the fabric off his shoulders in his urgency to maintain the guiding connection. Every movement seemed more driven by instinct rather than intention, his focus entirely fixed on drawing the energy he desperately needed.
Hyeong Ki's hands rested on top of Rim Young's chest, his fingernails slightly brushing against the raised peaks, causing him to stifle out a groan.
"Hphm... Mm..."
