Chapter 85: The Lunatic Who Realized the Real Threat Wasn’t Monsters

Haejin wasn’t really asking for an answer. He sucked hard on the exposed imprint mark below Lee Chae’s tilted neck, then pulled away. Lee Chae instinctively chased the retreating lips, pouting them forward. Haejin smirked—and stopped everything.

“Haa… haa…”

Lee Chae panted. Haejin just stood there, watching him get worked up. Acting impatient then suddenly freezing—infuriating. It felt like a trainer dangling food and asking, Now, how do you earn this treat?

Think I’ll just roll over?

The thirst hadn’t eased, but the pause brought a sliver of reason back—thank god. Lee Chae straightened his arched back, looked up at Haejin, and caught the tiny twitch in his cheek muscle. In that gap, he slowly licked his own lips.

“F*ck.”

Knew it. Lee Chae laughed, grabbed Haejin’s waist, and pulled him closer. Rubbed his cheek against the rock-hard abs under the shirt.

“Cha Haejin… so f*cking sexy.”

Normally Haejin would’ve listed every sexy thing about himself, but today he just breathed slow and heavy, silent. The difference tickled Lee Chae’s soles.

A big hand threaded into his hair. No words—but Lee Chae knew exactly what it meant. He slid his cheek down the abs; Haejin pressed the back of his head firmly.

“Haa…”

A satisfied exhale escaped Haejin.

“Chae-ya.”

Calling his name when he couldn’t answer—cheating. But it felt so good Lee Chae forgave it.

Thigh muscles under his palms, choked breaths, easing thirst, thick scent, low moans… Everything was perfect. He really couldn’t live without Cha Haejin anymore.

He came prepared today.

Haejin had already lost his mind the moment intellectual Lee Chae saved the day. He’d barely held back from pouncing— then got punched for mentioning injuries.

Right, he’s sensitive about me getting hurt.

That part was cute—his guide worrying about his body. But then the “mature type” comment flipped Haejin’s switch.

That cleanup-crew chief must be the brooding, mysterious type.

He’d wanted to ask, but it sounded pathetic—so he swallowed it. Then Lee Chae’s eyes turned suspiciously heated, lips licking like he was tasting something. Definitely not hating it.

So brooding, mysterious vibe is his thing?

Easy—Haejin could play that. He lowered his voice, minimized movements. Just that—Lee Chae reacted like fire.

Maybe he’ll be extra obedient today?

Hope surged— but never underestimate Jung Lee Chae. Haejin left an opening to see what he’d do— and the man licked his lips with the lewdest face imaginable.

That’s basically “devour me” in hamster language.

Of course Haejin obliged. Third round now—and Lee Chae’s stamina was insane today.

“Hnng… ah. S-stop.”

Lee Chae sobbed underneath, begging.

“Student Jung. Call me teacher. Then I’ll stop.”

“N-no… hate… that…”

Hates it? No need to be nice then.

Haejin gripped his waist tighter and sped up. Lee Chae shook his head, tears streaming. Looked at his limit. Haejin leaned down, whispered,

“Just say it. Not hard.”

Barely audible:

“T-tea… hnng… cher.”

Haejin mercilessly targeted every sensitive spot so he couldn’t finish the word. Lee Chae’s nails raked his back—ticklish at best, no distraction.

“Swearing at teacher? This student needs more punishment.”

“N-no… hyung. Please.”

“Hyuuung?”

Haejin went harder. Lee Chae choked on sobs, then somehow gathered himself. He reached up, clamped a hand over Haejin’s mouth, and whispered in his ear,

“Teacher… forgive me… I won’t… do it again…”

He’d promised to stop— but hearing it from Lee Chae’s lips reignited everything. Haejin became a liar again today. All because Lee Chae said he liked mature men.

Mental note added to the Jung Lee Chae Conquest Manual:

[Act sensible ✓ Pretend mature ✓ Brooding/mysterious ✓ (Keep words minimal, look like you have a tragic past)]

He’d save it for later— when Lee Chae ever got bored. To fight a siren, you need weapons.

Morning eventually came in Legion. Lee Chae had given the final cleanup-crew pay to his family in one lump, but Kang-wook’s words still gnawed at him. Still—would a national government really go that far against non-criminals?

He regretted not sleeping home, but no frantic calls came, so he relaxed a little. And with Lamia-level threats possible, he needed to stick close to Haejin anyway.

He finished getting ready for school and stepped out— Haejin was waiting in front, parked, in full dress uniform. Rare outside big events. He looked unfairly gorgeous; Lee Chae stared blankly.

“Honey, staring like that first thing in the morning makes me want to drag you back inside.”

“Cut the nonsense. Why the uniform?”

“Dunno. Orders to wear it. I’d ignore it, but I need good evaluations to stay in your favor.”

On the way to school, Lee Chae glanced outside— the scenery felt wrong. Haejin’s face hardened too.

“Yesterday’s attack was bigger than we thought.”

“But weird, right? Lamia stayed around Legion the whole time…”

Uprooted trees were Haejin’s doing, collapsed buildings could be battle damage— but endless ambulance sirens and severely injured people being loaded in? Too much for just Legion’s area.

Haejin pulled over for a following ambulance, checked outside, then muttered,

“F*ck.”

“What?”

“We weren’t the only ones. Different attack patterns—multiple beast-types hit at once.”

He ruffled his hair in frustration.

“Knew something felt off…”

Lee Chae sighed. From the looks, many casualties. Haejin gripped the wheel, face dark.

“My fault. Obsessed with Lamia—didn’t consider others.”

“How is it your fault? You’re not the only esper. If we’d let Lamia stay, casualties would’ve been worse.”

Haejin nodded reluctantly. Tragic, but no time to linger. If headquarters called him for this, he needed to get there fast.

He floored it without another word. Lee Chae stayed quiet too.

While people suffered, they’d been rolling in bed, oblivious. The guilt weighed heavy.

After dropping Lee Chae at the lecture hall, Haejin headed straight to headquarters meeting room— and stopped at the entrance.

Every high-rank esper-turned-politician was there in uniform—rare sight. Grave faces, pretending deep concern for citizens.

If they’d declared emergency sooner, this wouldn’t have happened.

He swallowed curses before even entering. Wanted to storm out and run back to Lee Chae, but he needed monster locations first.

He took his named seat. Soon the director stepped up and grabbed the mic.

“As of this moment, headquarters declares a state of emergency. Awakeners, prepare for full combat. Citizens, follow awakener instructions to protect life and property.”

Declaring before the meeting even starts?

Cameras in back—broadcast trucks. Of course. Performance for the cameras.

Declaration ended; reporters flooded with questions. Useless textbook answers. Reporters left to report—doors closed.

And the real meeting began— disastrous.

Blame flew everywhere. No one took responsibility; only passed it.

Haejin clenched his jaw, urge to flip the table rising. He had to endure until he got casualty reports and monster locations.

Then— his mother’s voice cut through.

“Esper Cha. You seem particularly angry today.”

Every eye turned to him.

Haejin met her gaze—cold smile.

“Just hating pointless talk when people are dying out there.”

The room chilled.

She smiled back—perfect mask.

“Then let’s get to the point. We need to discuss your exclusive guide arrangement… and whether it’s suitable for the current crisis.”

The trap snapped shut.

Haejin’s knuckles went white on the table.

Game on.