Anyway, everyone already knew Ha Daehoon and Woo Ilkyung were a pair, and they weren’t the only pair fucking like this in the guiding room downstairs, yet Ilkyung always begged and pleaded to lock the door. What good would that do now?
“Ahng, Director-nim, please!”
“When you’re begging like this, I should grant it.”
“Wait, wait!”
Daehoon slipped his hand under Ilkyung’s stomach and straightened up Ilkyung, who had been bent over the desk. Making sure his cock wouldn’t slip out, Daehoon thrust his hips up sharply, then lifted Ilkyung by holding the backs of his knees with both hands, one on each side.
Suddenly suspended in midair like a child peeing, Ilkyung stiffened, not knowing what to do.
“You need to stay still. You’ll fall otherwise.”
“Wait, wait, you crazy bastard.”
With his dick still stuffed inside the hole, when Daehoon moved his legs, Ilkyung turned pale and screamed. Regardless, Daehoon walked toward the door while holding Ilkyung.
“Lock the door.”
“You crazy bastard.”
“Hurry. Or should I open the door instead?”
“Ya, you son of a bitch.”
“Yeah, yeah, got it. Then should I open the door?”
“Ahng, don’t move, aah! Ah! Wait, aah!”
Before Ilkyung could even reach for the doorknob to lock the door, Daehoon started thrusting his hips upward. The sound of his cock being shoved deep inside echoed noisily through the director’s office. Having smeared an entire tube of gel, the gel left traces along the path as if cum had been dripping all along.
“Ah, aah! Wait, wait, I’m gonna cum…”
“Just cum. What’s the big deal.”
“Director-nim, no, Director-nim!”
“Ilkyung-ah, cum. It’s okay.”
“Aah, ah!”
Ilkyung’s body trembled. His semen streamed down the door they’d replaced not long ago, leaving a trail. Ilkyung squeezed his eyes shut, unable to bear looking at that sight. That son of a bitch, I’m really not going to let Ha Daehoon off easy.
**1. Operation Name: Bust-Up**
“Won’t give it? Then I guess there’s nothing I can…”
“I’ll give it! Can’t I give you that much!”
Ilkyung, who had been subtly turning away, straightened himself as if he’d never turned around in the first place. Then, as if delivering the killing blow, he leaned his upper body forward and gazed intently at his noona, asking gently.
“Really? You’ll really give it?”
Minkyung’s brown eyes wavered slightly.
“What, were you just saying that?”
Ilkyung’s shoulders drooped. He lowered the corners of his eyes and made an expression like a puppy in the rain.
Ah, that manufactured expression! Minkyung thought so, but she was the desperate one right now. She knew her one and only younger brother was putting on an award-level performance, but she had no choice but to fall for it.
“No! I’ll give it. I’ll really give it!”
Minkyung shouted.
Yahoo! She’s giving him a car that’s less than six months old. Just looking at the current situation, he could tell how desperate his noona was. Ilkyung quickly put on an innocent expression and hugged his noona tightly.
“Thanks, Noona. I’ll definitely complete the mission!”
Ilkyung clenched his fist tightly and steeled his resolve, thinking of the new car.
And exactly one week later, Ilkyung was in the middle of being reborn at his noonas’ hands.
“Unnie, Ilkyung doesn’t need to wear dress shoes, right?”
“Of course not. Try wearing heels here. He’s almost 180 centimeters tall—what if he ends up the same height as that person? Won’t they say ‘what kind of woman is this tall?'”
“Noona, isn’t that better though? That way if the guy says he doesn’t like a woman as tall as him, he’ll reject right away.”
“Ah, is that so? Ilkyung, then super high heels would be uncomfortable, so let’s wear 5-centimeter heels. That much should be okay, right?”
The noonas acted like people who were serious about dressing up their youngest sibling. Whatever it took, as long as they reached Seoul even by going sideways—right now their goal was only one thing: bust up the matchmaking. The method didn’t matter. That guy from Hasin Group’s grandson just needed to get fed up and reject first. Once he rejected, even Mom—the tyrant and head of the Woo household—wouldn’t be able to do anything.
A week ago, at a family dinner, Mom delivered news like a bolt from the blue.
“Woo Minkyung, you have a matchmaking next Saturday at 7 PM at H Hotel.”
“Huh?”
At the one-sided announcement, everyone except Dad stopped their spoons. The person in question, the Woo family’s third daughter Woo Minkyung, was utterly dumbfounded.
“Mom, I’m only twenty-six years old now, why would I go on a matchmaking?”
“Just go. He’s Hasin Group’s grandson.”
“Hasin Group or whatever, what’s with this sudden matchmaking?”
Even Woo Minkyung, who usually responded to most things with ‘Mom’s word is law so I’ll obey’ without complaint, thought this matchmaking was ridiculous.
“Do you think it’s easy to get a matchmaking with an S-rank Guide?”
Only then could the family members present understand why Mom was pushing this ridiculous matchmaking.
A family where everyone except the youngest Ilkyung was an ability user. The moment the talk of Espers and Guides came up, Ilkyung already felt his chest tightening. He acted nonchalant on the outside, but in one corner of his heart, he wished they would have this conversation when he wasn’t around.
“Mom, S-rank Guide or whatever, I don’t want to get married like I’m being sold off like that.”
“Don’t talk so childishly. Do you think it’s easy for an A-rank Esper to meet an S-rank Guide? It’s fortunate that your maternal grandmother and Chairman Ha of Hasin Group have been saying since they were young that their grandchildren should definitely marry each other.”
Ilkyung’s maternal family had been an ability user family for a long time. They produced many Espers and each held a position at the Center. His maternal grandmother in particular had even been Center Director.
Meanwhile, corporations were sponsoring the Center with large amounts of money, and Hasin Group was the company that sponsored the most money among them. There seemed to have been some kind of deal between his grandmother, who was the Center Director at the time, and Chairman Ha of Hasin Group.
Ilkyung had no idea what was fortunate about this. Ever since the noonas manifested as Espers, Mom had repeatedly emphasized how important a Guide with a high matching rate was to Espers. Then she gave them rote education, saying that if they found such a Guide, they should imprint or marry or do something. As a result, the two older noonas married Guides early on. And now Mom had one child left to marry off: her third daughter, Woo Minkyung.
“Mom, I already have a Guide I receive guiding from at the Center, and I’m not even thinking about marriage yet. Who gets married that early these days? People live so well without getting married.”
“Yes, you can live well without getting married. That’s why I don’t say such things to Ilkyung. But you’re an Esper. Do you know how important a Guide is to an Esper?”
Every time these conversations came up, Ilkyung felt like he was a child they’d picked up somewhere. Despite being fraternal twins with Woo Minkyung.
“Mom, seriously! I’ll handle my own marriage.”
“Listen to Mom. It’s next Saturday. 7 PM. Don’t be late and make sure you go.”
“Mom!”
“Be quiet.”
And so that evening’s dinner became a complete mess. Minkyung ate with a dissatisfied expression, and Dad tried to placate Mom. The other two noonas and their brothers-in-law fidgeted, not knowing whose side to take, and Ilkyung was full of dissatisfaction with Mom for ruining this rare family meal like this.
After dinner, at the siblings’ dessert gathering, Ilkyung stuck out his lips and muttered.
“Why does Mom do that? Why does she have to bring that up at a meal? She could just do it when she’s alone with Noona.”
Because Ilkyung had cried when he was young, saying he was the only one without abilities and asking if he was a picked-up child, the noonas said nothing to Ilkyung’s complaints.
“Noona.”
Suddenly Ilkyung stared at Minkyung intently and called her. Minkyung looked at her adorable twin brother with suspicious eyes.
“Should I solve that matchmaking for you?”
“Huh?”
The noonas’ gazes focused on Ilkyung. But they all had eyes full of doubt. Woo Ilkyung sometimes acted like a nutcase.
“The matchmaking, I’ll go.”
“How can you go? You’re a guy.”
As Minkyung said this, she glanced down at her brother and quickly raised her eyes back up.
“Then am I a guy or a girl? What are you even saying, Noona? That’s not what I mean—I can disguise myself as you and go. I’ll go and bust it up for you.”
“Ya, how can you disguise yourself?”
“Why can’t I? Even though I’m like this, haven’t I heard all my life that I’m the Woo family’s youngest daughter?”
Ilkyung asked for a red sports car in return. For Minkyung, her twin brother’s behavior was ridiculous, but she wanted to avoid that matchmaking so much that she agreed. Because she felt like if she went to that place, there would be no way out.
And so now, Ilkyung safely arrived at the hotel under his noonas’ care.
