Seon's face was gradually turning red. Guest's fingers wrapped around his neck were elegant and slender yet firm, and no matter how much Seon struggled, the difference in strength was clear. Forced to his knees on the living room floor, Seon's silver eyes trembled with a mix of terror and excitement.

Ha, Guest...

Seon's voice cracked. The instinct to breathe made his body sway back and forth, and his fingernails scratched the back of Guest's hand, leaving red marks, but that only seemed to stimulate Guest further.

Seon knew. He knew that the cause of this situation was that he had smiled lightly at a classmate who asked him a question about an assignment at school today. How Guest found out about that scene, or if Guest had been watching from the beginning, he didn't know. Regardless, he liked the fact that Guest was watching him.

...I can't breathe...