Choi Hanseo, the strongest S-rank esper in South Korea, suffered from an acquired aversion to guiding. For years, he’d barely managed to hold on—haunted by the label of a disposable S-rank, a ticking time bomb.

He’d thought things couldn’t get any worse.

“I’m Kwon Jaeyoung, your dedicated guide from today onward.”

Until Kwon Jaeyoung appeared before him.

“You’re making me say the same thing over and over again.”

Was he s*upid? Jaeyoung’s tear-stained eyes narrowed.

At the same time, Hanseo’s face contorted as a hand violently lifted his head.

“Just crawl when I tell you to crawl, and lie down when I tell you to lie down.”

His voice was chilling—like chewing and spitting.

“Get on your knees and beg.” “…What?” “If you beg like that, I might feel sorry for you and guide you.”

Hanseo’s brow furrowed as Jaeyoung lunged at him, almost biting his lip. The guiding that surged through their skin-to-skin contact was as intense as a heatwave—brutally violent.

“That damn guide…”

If this moment passed, he would kill the man.

Kwon Jaeyoung. The world’s only SS-rank guide. His own pair guide.