“What did you say...?”
Clatter!
Do what, what, all of a sudden?
Whether the white-faced Heeyoung, hand trembling, dropped his spoon or not, Assistant Manager Seong started pouring out her own words rapid-fire.
“Right now Shinyul, uh, right, I'll just have him moved straight to the quarters. I'll have him brought here, so guide him right away, and, uh, hold on, the watch! Where's the watch? Guide with that and check the level as you go, and when the guiding's done, contact us, hold on! Hello? Yeah! Heeyoung's at his quarters! Just bring Shinyul to the quarters, no, fuuuck, just kidnap anyone and open a portal over here!! Now!! Or tell them I'll crack every one of their skulls!! Put them on!! Ah, just put them on!! I'm settling things with those bastards today.”
“Hold on...!”
Having suddenly taken a call and started screaming furiously, Assistant Manager Seong rushed out. Heeyoung stretched a hand pitifully toward her back, but there was no catching her as she ran off cursing hoarsely.
“Fuck...! What in the world is this...!”
At the suddenly unfolding incident, Heeyoung, with a dazed face, shot up and tried to follow, then, Assistant Manager Seong's words flashing back to him, shouted The watch! and ran into the bedroom.
Berserk? This suddenly? It always teetered on the edge but somehow always got through it, what in the world is going on?
He remembered tossing it onto the bed, but where had it lodged that it hadn't made a sound? Only after flipping the whole bed and blanket over did Heeyoung find the watch wedged between the pillow and blanket. Snatching it up and checking it urgently, the words Guiding Level 7% hung there, red and ominous. At that moment, with an ominous alarm, beep! beep!, the number changed to 6%.
“6...”
Han Shinyul's descent into berserk was underway, and he was the one who had to save him.
His mind in a whirl, Heeyoung scrubbed his face roughly, then staggered into the bathroom and, out of nowhere, started brushing his teeth. His appetite had vanished so utterly he couldn't eat another bite, and he had no idea what he should do. He just wanted to do something else and turn his thoughts away.
But the churning heart and tangled thoughts wouldn't shake off easily. To begin with, the time had passed in an awkward state where for a month he didn't even know whether the guy was dead or alive, so he had no idea how to even look at his face, and now it looked like the moment they met they'd be smashing lips first.
No, lips, nothing. They're telling me to do intercourse guiding right now... No, does that even make sense? No, in the first place, does it even make sense that a dying person springs right up if you rub lips and rub bodies?
Dumbfounded by the suddenly unfolding events, it didn't feel real. Just as he leaked a dry laugh, dumbstruck once more by this insane world, the murmuring grew louder and the front door flew open. As Heeyoung jolted and scurried out to the entrance, even strangers had barged in and were swarming.
“Heeyoung! Heeyoung!”
“No, it's an S-class going berserk! It can't be here! If the berserk isn't contained it'll be a real disaster! If you'll just give us time, the center's bunker...”
“Ah, for fuck's sake, really! Where's the time! When all we have to do is guide him right now! How long are you going to treat the kid like some half-wit bomb esper who can't get guiding! Quit pissing me off and get lost! Supervisor Shin! What are you doing? Drag him out!”
“Come out! Come out!”
“No, ho-hold on...! By regulation...!”
“Regulation my ass! Right, Shinyul. Go in carefully. Heeyoung! Please take good care of him! And if, by any chance, you'll have learned this, but, Heeyoung, you're an S-class guide too and your matching rate is 95%, so this absolutely won't happen, but! If the berserk isn't contained and it keeps dropping down to 2%, don't hesitate, abandon Shinyul and call us right away! We've got a rescue standby team!”
Having blocked the people shouting behind her and rattled all that off machine-gun fast, Assistant Manager Seong slammed the door shut. From outside the entrance the murmur of people still carried faintly, but an awkward silence settled inside the house.
A door-sized hulk was barely propped against the shoe cabinet, swaying.
“Haven't seen you in a while, and the kid's a complete rag.”
He knew it was an urgent situation, but all Heeyoung could spit out was a pointless remark. At his words, Shinyul, who'd had his head hung low, let out a faint laughing sound, as if barely managing to smile. In that instant, beep! beep!, a loud noise rang out from Heeyoung's wrist. Shinyul's guiding level had dropped again. At that loud noise Shinyul let out an anguished groan. He seemed to sway once, hard, and then a nosebleed began to run from his nose.
“Princess...”
“You're half dead and that's what comes out of you?”
A gift, a real gift. Even as he said it, Heeyoung, watching Shinyul's increasingly swaying body with unease, hurriedly stretched out a hand and grabbed his collar. The body that normally wouldn't budge an inch was helplessly pulled along by the slight force, collapsing against Heeyoung. Unable to bear the weight, Heeyoung sank down too, crumpling into the entryway along with Shinyul.
“I... it really hurts this time...”
“Yeah, it looks like it.”
Shinyul panted and trembled. He clearly wasn't in a normal state. Honestly, Assistant Manager Seong had said a lot about what if containing the berserk fails, but Heeyoung hadn't entertained the slightest thought that the guiding would fail. He'd had it drilled into him until his ears fell off how amazing it was that he was an S-class and that his matching rate with Shinyul was 95%. There might be a just-in-case scenario, but there was also the kind of courage that comes from not knowing much. Watching Shinyul tremble and frantically clasp his hand, Heeyoung swallowed a sigh. Haa... damn it, now I don't even know anymore.
“Lift your head.”
Shinyul, who'd crumpled his enormous frame and clung to Heeyoung with his head buried as if being held, responded to the voice instantly and snapped his head up. Heeyoung grabbed Shinyul's jaw and kissed him. The moment their lips touched, Shinyul craved the inside of Heeyoung, biting and sucking at his lips with his tongue, but Heeyoung didn't open his mouth. He could feel it through their clasped hands too, the guiding speed was no joke. The energy inside churned rapidly and crossed over to Shinyul. If it was like this from skin-on-skin contact, he couldn't even imagine how intense mucous-membrane contact would be.
Shinyul, whining and whimpering at the Heeyoung who wouldn't open up for him, grazed his lips and nibbled gently so as not to hurt. And yet the gaze fixed on Heeyoung was more intense and desperate than anything, so that Heeyoung, without meaning to, swept a hand over Shinyul's eyes, covered them, then slightly opened his mouth.
“Ugh... nh...!”
Heeyoung let out a groan in spite of himself. The moment his mouth opened, hot breath mingled in an instant, tongues mingled, saliva mingled. At the same time, an enormous sensation rushed to his mouth. Along with the wet sensation of rubbing and sucking, a surging guiding sensation swept over him too. As heat rushed in and their bodies pressed closer, the sound of his heart pounded loud.
Shinyul, who'd been ravenously devouring Heeyoung's lips, put his weight in to lay him down and climbed over him, continuing the kiss in earnest. A large hand slid hurriedly up under Heeyoung's top and fondled his whole body.
“Mmh, hey, wai...!”
The instant the cool hand slid under his clothes, Heeyoung flailed. When the hand grabbed his chest and tickled it gently, Heeyoung shook his head and tried to bat it away, but the lips that quickly followed swallowed his breath and his words.
C-crazy, isn't he? Is he really going to go through with it?
When Heeyoung hurriedly checked the watch on his wrist, the words 7% hung there, still bright red. Heeyoung immediately yanked Shinyul's hair. With the guiding started, he seemed to have stabilized in an instant, and even the nosebleed that had been streaming had stopped, leaving only a faint trace of blood.
“Hey, haah...! Fuck. Wait, just wait...!”
“Princess, princess...”
Shinyul, hair grabbed, burrowed straight into Heeyoung's chest, kissing his collarbone and neck, panting. Then, holding Heeyoung in his arms, he sprang up and started heading for the bedroom.
“Hey, you...!”
“Mm-mm, it's okay. It's okay.”
“It is not okay! You're the one who's not okay right now!”
“I'm okay because the princess will fix me...”
Striding swiftly into the bedroom, Shinyul stripped off Heeyoung's clothes as he made for the bed. He'd been all wobbly a moment ago, but now, because of his brutish strength, Heeyoung couldn't even resist and was bared at once. At the worst-case situation that had arrived right under his nose, Heeyoung, beside himself, watched Shinyul strip off the rest of his own clothes.
Really, is he really doing this? Heeyoung looked at Shinyul, whose eyes never left him, with trembling eyes. The gold pupils that had always shone leisurely had clouded a little. He didn't seem to be in his right mind. What phenomena an esper went through during a berserk, the guide Heeyoung didn't know, but it was clear he was in no state to reason with.
Anyway, I have to resolve, resolve the situation now... How? Really? Heeyoung looked down at his own lower half, clad only in underwear.
...Will it even get up?
To put it in, at least, it's got to get hard, doesn't it. The stimulation just now put a little strength into it, but, no, am I really doing this? Just like this?
Heeyoung kept wavering back and forth. Maybe because, while his head understood, every other part of him was rejecting it, he'd been frozen this whole time, dithering, Do it? No, but really? Whether Shinyul knew his state or not, the moment he stripped off his own clothes he pushed Heeyoung down and climbed on top of him.
As if the level dropped from that little bit of distance, Heeyoung's watch rang out again, beep! beep! At the sound that rattled in his head, Shinyul, scrunching his face, irritably undid the watch on Heeyoung's wrist and flung it out of the bedroom.
“Uh, hey! If you throw that...!”
Before he could even finish, Shinyul covered Heeyoung's lips again. As bare bodies rubbed together, guiding took place across every surface that touched, and heat shot up in an instant. With his thick tongue Shinyul swept every corner of the inside of Heeyoung's mouth, swallowing even his saliva sweetly, then moved down to his neck, chest, and stomach, leaving little kisses, and grabbed Heeyoung's underwear and slid it down.
“Whoa! Whoa! Wait! Whoa!”
Even at Heeyoung's scream, Shinyul gripped Heeyoung's cock and rubbed it gently. Having never once jerked off since waking in this body, Heeyoung sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden stimulation and clamped both hands over his own mouth. Meeting a stimulation he'd forgotten all at once, his tangled thoughts all flew away and his mind went blank.
Heeyoung's pink cock, half-hard from the stimulation, stiffened bolt upright the moment it met Shinyul's touch. Rubbing the tip in circles and sucking at the soft thighs, Shinyul looked at the shuddering Heeyoung with satisfaction, then opened his mouth and took Heeyoung's cock down in one go.
“Heugh...! Hngh...!”
Wow, it gets up? This gets up for a guy? Heeyoung had been thinking, when at the suddenly felt warm, wet sensation he moaned in spite of himself. Sexual stimulation was a long time coming on its own, and with the guiding sensation piling on top of it, he was about to lose his mind. His small hands trembled and pitifully clutched the blanket. Shinyul laced his fingers through Heeyoung's hand, clasping it, then began the fellatio.
“Wa-wait! Stop! You, crazy...! Hauk...! I'm, I'm gonna come...!”
Bobbing his head up and down, sometimes licking the back of the shaft, sometimes sucking hard at just the tip, tormenting him, Shinyul kept on even as Heeyoung hurriedly grabbed his hair and tore at the fine strands to pull him off, until in the end Heeyoung trembled and came deep in his throat.
“Ahheugh...! Heuk...! Heugh, haak...! F-fuck, you crazy bastard...!”
With his whole body flushed red and the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes trickling down his face, Heeyoung sprawled limp on the bed, breathing hard and glaring at Shinyul. Taking that sharp gaze, Shinyul gulped down the semen held in his mouth and smiled brightly.
“Baby didn't cheat after all.”
“No, ah... fuck, this is messed up...”
Leaving the limp, melted-down Heeyoung behind, Shinyul fetched lube from the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Why's that there. Even as he thought it, Shinyul firmly grabbed Heeyoung's legs and spread them wide apart. Then, fiddling a little with Heeyoung's cock, which had lost its strength and drooped, he squeezed a line of lube onto his hand and immediately started working at Heeyoung's hole.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“The princess is a baby, so if I don't loosen you well you'll tear...”
Ah, me? I'm the one getting put in?
