Since I'm Born in a Guideverse - Chapter 1
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Yoon Hamin, who had gone claiming to have business, returned late in the afternoon.
The sound of a shattered window was accompanied by his low voice.
The unexpected noise shook me awake from my snooze on the sofa, and I sat up to inspect the smashed window.
“Hey, why do you always enter through the window instead of using the perfectly good door?”
Sleepiness had made my voice raspy.
He could just open the window if he needed to use it.
Why would you break in if it wasn’t even locked?
As he stepped down from the windowsill, he briefly defended his actions.
Glass shards crunched beneath Yoon Hamin’s foot, indicating an unsettling tone.
His gorgeous face was dusty, implying that he had been up to no good outside.
Yoon Hamin untied and then took off his necktie.
With a rustling sound, it dropped to the floor.
He looked down now that he was near to me.
I shot back a defiant look.
His black pupils were constricted in seriousness, indicating that his mood was not good.
I nearly sighed.
Before I could say anything, Yoon Hamin smiled and added, “Ian, spread your legs.”
Say that I’ll guide you.
I shifted, my elbows resting on my knees.
Yoon Hamin’s eyes expanded in surprise, having earlier curved in enjoyment.
He squinted, thinking over his words, and then requested, slightly tilting his head, “Will you spread them, please?”
I’m tempted to smack him…
I should have simply said no.
What’s the deal with this guy?
My breath caught in my throat as I felt suffocated.
I held the backrest of the sofa tightly, attempting to keep a moan from coming out, but Yoon Hamin’s sigh landed behind me.
My body shivered despite my hesitation.
His movements became more rhythmic at that point.
I bit my bottom lip in response to the overwhelming sensation.
Excitement spilled out, trickling down my thighs, unable to be contained.
“The couch… It’s becoming filthy…!”
“It’s already dirty.”
As he had stated, the sofa was completely soaked.
My knees were drenched.
The power of his thrusts propelled me forward.
My facial muscles relaxed, and I buried my face in the sofa’s backrest.
A big hand gripped my arm and yanked just as tears threatened to form.
I was yanked back before I could react.
He penetrated much deeper as I straightened up.
Yoon Hamin extended his hips.
The sensation of his pillar scraping and rising inside drove waves of sensation through my body, and my lips opened instinctively.
His hand, which had previously gripped my hip, slid lower, starting to squeeze at the peak.
My eyes glowed, and I tightened my teeth.
My excitement felt like it was about to burst.
The sound of water splashing was painfully distinct.
I grasped Yoon Hamin’s forearm, intending to slow him down, but he accelerated instead.
A familiar sensation went throughout my body as my toes curled.
Yoon Hamin finally let go of my grip as I tightened around him.
A narrow stream of fluid ejected.
My body relaxed on its own.
However, the act was far from over.
Instead, the menacing core expanded, as if my inner walls were striving to keep it at bay.
“Stop… Please stop…”
I tried to speak up and ask for a halt, but it was futile.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, pwop pwop, never stopped.
A growing heat replaced the lethargy that had settled in my body.
My thighs shook.
Squeezing the taut center between the fingers, large hands seized my chest.
Yoon Hamin, who had been moving rapidly throughout, now moved in a circular pattern, as if attempting to expand my inner borders.
He kissed my back repeatedly.
I let my head hang easily and took slow breaths, knowing I wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise.
Regrettably, the rest period was cut short.
I thought the pillar had completely entered, yet it was struggling to break past my inner boundaries.
There was no more space for it.
Suddenly, fear gripped me.
At that moment, I strained to break free from him.
But Yoon Hamin didn’t let go of my arms, instead moving his waist from behind.
I mustered the last of my power to protest as my consciousness began to blur.
“Just finish up and be done with it, you bastard…”
How long may one guiding session last…
Now that I think about it, it all started with tofu.
That day marked the conclusion of the semester at university and my return home.
“Our daughter, go get some tofu.”
My mother, who hadn’t seen her daughter in three months, went to work as if she had been waiting.
And, commendably, I nodded without protest and exited the house once more.
I knew better than to complain and wind up getting sternly reprimanded while still having to complete the errand.
It was preferable to leave discreetly.
I pulled my slippers, which I had put on shortly before leaving the house, to the supermarket.
Our property was fairly far from any shops, so walking to the supermarket took over 20 minutes.
I pondered why I hadn’t just called to pick it up on my way home.
Then I realized I hadn’t charged my phone the day before, and it was now turned off.
“I wouldn’t have been able to respond even if they had contacted me.”
“Ahhh! Get away!”
However, as I drew closer to the store, the environment became more hectic.
“Evacuate! The gate has been opened!”
I noticed a man from the center assisting people in evacuating.
He helped me understand why everything was in such disarray.
‘I should just purchase tofu and flee as well.’
After all, running an errand is the priority.
Unlike the tumultuous scene outside, the store was peaceful within.
Even the workers who should have been working the counter were nowhere to be found.
Because the gate had blown open, it appeared like everyone had left.
That is a possibility.
I grabbed a block of tofu, left my entire fortune of 2,000 won at the counter, and walked out.
There was only one block of tofu on the shelf, thus there could have been a scarcity.
I was fortunate.
Because of the neighboring gate, the supply may be delayed for some time.
When I exited the market with the tofu, the area was considerably more congested than before.
It was much louder than I had anticipated.
“Ah, please move out of the way!”
“Move yourself, don’t you respect the elderly?!”
The road was congested with cars, and the sidewalks were overflowing with people.
In this situation, I couldn’t get home.
I lacked the confidence to bridge that chasm.
If the tofu was crushed, it was game over for me; my life would be in the hands of my mother.
So I sighed deeply and waited for things to settle down.
I’d be able to go home securely, even if it was late, once the gate was closed and the Espers had dealt with the monsters that came out of it.
I only needed to get home before it was time to start cooking dinner.
My existence had been very different from that of espers or guides up to that point.
Closing the gates was their responsibility, not mine.
Gates cracking open and monsters spilling out are commonplace where I was born.
Living each day without the assurance of survival was just a part of existence.
Our family slogan was ‘If you’re weak, you die.’
So, as usual, I assumed this would pass on its own.
Of course, the matter was quickly rectified, just as I had predicted.
It came to an end when a monster’s severed head rolled to my feet.
The man next to me let out a loud scream.
My ears rang because he was so near.
“Oh, I’m really sorry. I’ll return it-“
Soon after, a guy in uniform appeared and snatched the monster’s head, declaring that he had done so.
The man wore a center uniform.
I didn’t pay much attention to him, although he appeared to be an esper or a guide.
The man who yelled touched his collar with an uncomfortable face after the woken one removed the monster’s head.
I politely pretended not to hear his scream.
The congested traffic began to empty shortly after.
It was due to the fact that the regulated streets were suddenly open.
A familiar complaint erupted amid the moving crowd as I grasped the black bag carrying the tofu, believing I could finally go home.
“Damn it, this wretched world!”
“If you’re not careful, you could die, so life doesn’t really feel like living!”
“Complaining won’t make anything better. This is how the world has always been.”
Uncles who didn’t understand the truth about the world always protested but eventually confirmed.
Given that, it appears that ignorance is bliss.
Because it would be even more upsetting if all of these situations and places we’ve accepted as inevitable were truly simply a universe created in someone’s novel.