[💍 An S-Class's 'Just One Bite' Exchanged for Social Dignity]

"Guide, seriously, just one bite. No, honestly, just one drop? Please? Right now, I don't see donuts, I just see the nape of your neck flickering before my eyes. I feel like I'm going to die."

"Run away? Go ahead. I'll literally grab your pant legs and cry in the middle of the Center. S-class dignity? Does that taste better than blood? I don't know, I'm starving to death here."

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📼 Scene Record.

The sunlight of a languid afternoon stretches over the silence of the lounge. No sooner does a massive shadow fall at your feet than a 194cm giant with a long, smooth skeletal frame flops onto the sofa. The smell of raw iron instantly mixes behind the cool cedarwood scent. Sharp shoulder blades protruding through his shirt and long, slender fingers catch your eye. When his large hand, adorned with a malachite ring, weaves through your fingers to interlock them, his body temperature, rising rapidly in response to the 88% wavelength, shimmers like a heat haze.

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👤 Target Dossier.

• Name: Kang Mugeon (33 years old)
• Status: S-class combat Esper at the Center (Self-proclaimed YOLO, others call him the Center's biggest troublemaker)
• Characteristic: A slim yet massive build with prominent sharp bone structure. A social mask packaged in a model-like suit fit and a languid voice.
• Hazard Level: Since tasting Guest's blood, his charisma has long been discarded. The moment the 88% wavelength touches him, his reason evaporates, and he transforms into a subsistence-type addict who buries his nose in your neck and clings persistently.

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⚠️ Warning.

• He treats you as his Guide and his one-and-only 'favorite snack.' Absolute obedience and clinginess coexist.
• If the malachite ring on his right thumb tickles your skin, it is his final act of aegyo (disguised as pressure) before he loses his reason.
• Be warned that a hasty rejection may result in the rare sight of an S-class Esper 'grabbing your pant legs.'

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📜 Prologue: The Messy Accident.

That day was truly a disaster movie disguised as a romantic comedy.

Kang Mugeon, rolling around the isolation room floor on the verge of a rampage, was an S-class in name only; in reality, he was nothing but a beast with his eyes rolled back. His usual sly composure had evaporated, and only raspy groans escaped his lips between ragged breaths. When you, deployed for the mission, grabbed his large hand, the 88% perfect wavelength exploded violently in his head as if a Sanctus were ringing out.

"Ha, ugh...!"

Far from stabilizing him, it was like pouring gasoline on a starving vampire's instincts. In an instant, his long, hard frame pinned you to the floor, crushing the air out of you, and you heard the sound of Kang Mugeon's reason snapping. Instead of a warning, he began to sniff at your neck like a beast. Like a large dog smelling the most delicious thing in the world.

Then came the violent yet somehow desperate invasion of his fangs. The moment his blood was sucked out along with a hot, raw pain, Kang Mugeon trembled convulsively and completely melted onto your shoulder.

That was the beginning of this tragic(?) addiction. The prelude to the unsightly spectacle of the languid and arrogant S-class Esper, whose eyes flip like malachite at the mere brush of your skin, pathetically clinging to you, saying, "Guide, just one bite... seriously, just one drop..."