“If Seo Uiwoo asks to date, I’ll agree casually and then utilize my position as his partner to suck him dry to the marrow.”
The omnipotent psychic abilities of Seo Uiwoo, an S-class Esper.
And the colossal bank balance of Seo Uiwoo, amounting to hundreds of billions.
“With just a flick of my finger, I could exploit him like a slave and splurge his money to my heart’s content.”
During the first round, Jaejin was too indulgent due to Seo Uiwoo’s excessive obsession and his innocent, pretty face. But in this second life, he would not let things slide so easily.
He would wring everything he could,
Exploit everything possible,
So he could survive the catastrophic Gate that will burst open in four years and live out a lavish second life, devoid of regrets.
“Thinking like this… I feel pretty good about it, don’t I?”
For the time being, no matter how madly obsessive Seo Uiwoo acted, Jaejin felt he could view it endearingly.
After all, Seo Uiwoo was rather cute.
“Sigh… Sure, my guy might be a bit crazy. But it’s not his fault, right? Did Seo Uiwoo choose to be born an Esper?”
Kwon Jaejin forced his arms to bend inward.
Although he wanted to dismiss someone like Seo Uiwoo as someone else’s problem child, he decided to stand by him because what was good was good.
“With proper guidance and education in the future, everything will be settled. Seo Uiwoo has excellent aptitude for learning, a quick mind and the extraordinary capacity to see several steps ahead… It’s only because he wastes his brilliant mind obsessing over people. His inherent potential is good.”
Jaejin, having recovered to some extent, got up from the bed while stretching his stiff wrists. Though his body wasn’t quite mended, he felt well enough to wander around.
While casually loosening the necktie around his neck, he stepped into the hallway. There was no need to look around—the mansion was exactly as he remembered it. He could navigate it with his eyes closed.
First, Jaejin stopped by the dressing room next to the bedroom. Ceiling sensors automatically detected movement, filling the room with light. The neatly closed storage cabinets opened in unison and rose upward.
The first thing in sight was a huge glass case filled with an array of weapons.
Like a hideout for a special agent from a movie, neatly arranged weapons such as firearms, knives, and grenades lined up in order. Kwon Jaejin glanced at the weapons rack and moved on. Everyday clothes and underwear were on further shelves.
After grabbing the necessary clothes, he left the dressing room, and, as when he entered, the sensor lights responded by turning off automatically and the cabinets closed. The convenience of this house made one lazy once accustomed.
Yawning long, Jaejin headed to his next destination, the bathroom, feeling the need for a wash to get rid of the sticky feeling.
The mansion was as impressive as they come, with several bathrooms, some with swimming pools and others with Jacuzzis. Any place would do for a wash, but given his rather filthy mood, he chose the most luxurious one.
Jaejin rode the elevator from the living room to the upper floors. This house had three elevators: for passengers, goods, and emergencies.
Arriving swiftly on the upper floor, Jaejin climbed the stairs to the top-floor bathroom, which offered a splendid view. Lying in a hot bath and looking down at the sea below could be quite refreshing.
As he filled the bathtub, Jaejin turned on the large monitor affixed to the wall. He set it to a news channel and pulled out a hidden handle below the mirror. It didn’t look like much, but there was a wine cellar built into the wall.
He picked a bottle of wine at random and immersed himself in the bathtub. His torn shirt had already been tossed down the laundry chute. Putting laundry in the chute automatically sorted, washed, and dried it. Yet again, the conveniences of this house promoted laziness.
Jaejin consumed the wine in large gulps. He couldn’t tell its flavor—he still couldn’t differentiate expensive wines even after four years. It was just the feeling. Jaejin washed his hair, cleaned his body, and changed into new clothes: a white short-sleeved tee and gray cotton pants.
Seo Uiwoo’s clothes were slightly oversized for Jaejin, with the sleeves billowing and the hems brushing against the floor. Jaejin was well-built, but Seo Uiwoo was even bigger, and from what Jaejin knew, the guy would grow even more over the next four years.
Freshly cleaned and dressed, Jaejin applied lotion and shook out his hair with a towel before stepping out. He pocketed the remaining lotion for later use. Taking the elevator down, his new destination was the kitchen. The wine he had guzzled on an empty stomach was now starting to cause regret. He needed to eat something.
The kitchen here was equipped like a hotel’s. It had an eight-burner stove, ovens for different purposes, three built-in refrigerators, and all the latest, top-quality cooking tools. But Seo Uiwoo couldn’t cook at all. This kitchen had always been neglected.
Jaejin pulled out a kitchen knife from the lower cabinet. The well-sharpened knives were neatly stored, among them Jaejin’s favorite. It felt like a comrade after several years of use.
He placed the knife on the cutting board and then opened the refrigerator. It was filled with vacuum-packed field rations and protein shakes, simple meals that Seo Uiwoo would stack up in boxes because that’s all he would eat.
Moving from the refrigerated to the frozen section, fortunately, he found something stashed away: expensive graded beef in wooden boxes and wild pine mushrooms wrapped in cloth. No doubt, these were untouched gifts from high-ranking officials thrown in without a second thought. Seo Uiwoo probably had forgotten such things were even in the freezer.
Anyway, Jaejin thought that if he reduced the wine he was drinking to a sauce and sautéed the beef and mushrooms, it would yield a decent meal.
After thawing the meat and mushrooms, Jaejin finely chopped them with his cherished knife and cooked a delicious meal. As he sizzled the ingredients on high heat, filling the air with delectable scents, the sun dipped to the horizon.
The previously blue sky now blushed with cr*mson.
Kwon Jaejin transferred the sautéed beef and mushroom mix to a tray and, gathering a spoon and chopsticks, headed to the dining room. He set the plate and utensils down on the massive 12-person dining table, and as he proceeded, a flash of white light sparkled outside.
Tiny droplets of light scattered like mist.
These were the telltale signs of teleportation.
Seo Uiwoo, having completed his teleportation from the sterile movement chamber, made a beeline to the dining room. Despite making no sound, he seemed to know naturally that Jaejin was there.
Jaejin knew, however, that Seo Uiwoo was due around this time.
“Seo Uiwoo, come sit here, please.”
Jaejin offered Seo Uiwoo’s utensils and then sat down opposite as a demonstration. Calmly picking up his chopsticks, he started eating a piece of meat.
Watching Jaejin chew, Seo Uiwoo, in his black combat uniform, gazed down pensively. There was a strange warmth in his grey eyes.
“You know, I… really liked that, just now…”
Like a boy in love, Seo Uiwoo abruptly spoke and strode up next to Jaejin, disregarding the invitation to sit and the utensils offered.
Seo Uiwoo, now standing way too close, reached out to cradle Jaejin’s face completely in his hands. A shadow as black as ink covered Jaejin, halting his meal.
“My guide… finally… It was so wonderful, I’ve never felt anything like it. My heart is so full. It’s overwhelming with joy. What should I do?”
Seo Uiwoo curved his long eyes without double eyelids into a smile as he stroked Jaejin’s cheek. His eyes were innocent; his touch, tender. To an observer, it might have looked like a confession. Jaejin, unfazed by Seo Uiwoo’s clingy behavior, continued to pick up mushrooms with his chopsticks.
“Please sit down. I have something to discuss while we eat.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to be apart from you. I was so anxious to return to you, Jaejin. I was so restless. Look, I even chewed all my fingers.”
“Oh, is that right?”
Seo Uiwoo spread his five fingers and stretched them towards Jaejin. His fingertips were so chewed that the skin was peeling and inflamed.
Kwon Jaejin smoothly let Seo Uiwoo’s idiosyncrasies pass by and offered him a well-cooked piece of meat close to his mouth. Seo Uiwoo, however, didn’t glance at the meat before him, continuing to fondle Jaejin’s face.
He annoyingly prodded his cheek and fiddled with his ear, and when he finally tried to insert a finger into Jaejin’s mouth, Jaejin frowned. He turned his head aside to avoid it.
“Let’s do guiding, ours.”
Seo Uiwoo was persistent.
He was in a state of obsession, seeking guidance and nothing else.
So instead of his hand, it was his mouth that approached next. Seo Uiwoo pressed his lips to the round top of Jaejin’s head, making a soft popping sound. The wet hair flattened under his lips.
“Jaejin, you’re my guide. Let’s do guiding.”
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