The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL]

Chapter 72: The master of multitasking

Cornered into the walls on the couch, Han Kakta sat sideways on the single two-seater in his office, his back resting against one of the armrests.

Although both of the top guilds had almost the same amount of space and hunters, Han Kakta’s office was visibly way smaller than Yoon Seoyul’s, but what really put him off was the fact that Han Kakta still had his shoes on—right there on the couch—as if it didn’t matter in the slightest. With his knees bent, he remained completely focused on the game on his phone, fingers moving absently across the screen. He didn’t even spare him a glance as he entered the room.

"If it’s an S+ Class dungeon, decline the offer immediately. I’m not going."

Not even seeing who it was, Han Kakta spoke out as if he was expecting one of his employees. Could the members of this guild just come and go without knocking here? Perhaps the reason this guild was still the second-best guild currently, despite having a better name than Yoon Seoyul’s guild, was because the guild master was the type to not do anything that wasn’t necessary of him.

I bet he only clears a single gate a week and takes a rest for all the other days.

It was honestly a miracle that Yoon Seoyul had convinced Han Kakta to enter the first-ever S+ Class gate. Han Kakta considered it necessary to become his personal energy source?

"You could be helping out, clearing a few S-Class gates right now—lessening the burden a bit from other hunters’ shoulders."

Especially Yoon Seoyul’s, who was the most worried about the increasing gates and not being able to clear any of them due to Cheon Areum. Finally glancing his way, Han Kakta turned the phone in his hands vertical.

"I’m not that helpful, unfortunately. I am sometimes even more useless than a healer of a class lower than me..."

As he responded, Han Kakta also typed with his thumbs, seemingly messaging someone in a hurry. Cheon Areum dragged the small table close and sat down on it in front of Han Kakta, who had sat up properly, but Cheon Areum didn’t want to sit on the couch after seeing the shoes on it.

"Got a new haircut? You should’ve grown it out—you would look good with long hair too."

Han Kakta let him be, putting his phone down on the side as he saw him from up close, noticing the length of his hair that was back to the original length Cheon Areum usually had.

"It gets in the way when I fight."

"Does Yoon Seoyul know you’re meeting with me?"

"I don’t need his permission. It was only for you."

"....."

Still unsure, Han Kakta didn’t say more.

"It’s fine. Let me show you."

Cheon Areum messaged Yoon Seoyul on the spot that he was with Han Kakta right now and immediately received a reply of ’Okay.’ He showed it to Han Kakta, who skeptically narrowed his eyes but quickly sat back on the couch.

"He must not want to argue over it with you."

Cheon Areum was just about to put his phone back in his inventory when he received another message from Yoon Seoyul.

’Where are you? Send me the location. I’m coming.’

".....?"

"Why? Is he picking a fight with you now? Direct it to me. We had our share of fights in the past—I don’t mind it at this point."

Seeing the frown on Cheon Areum’s face, Han Kakta suggested nonchalantly.

’Not telling.’

Cheon Areum replied back to Yoon Seoyul and then to Han Kakta, who was currently slipping out from his front view.

"Don’t go anywhere. We are not fighting."

Han Kakta backed away a step to the side, traumatized from the previous times he had experienced with Cheon Areum alone.

"So what’s the reason for your visit? Without even informing Yoon Seoyul..."

"Give me your core."

Not one to beat around the bush, Cheon Areum cut straight to the chase. The words that came out of his mouth were entirely unfiltered.

"What?"

Han Kakta exclaimed and backed away even more. Cheon Areum’s gaze drifted to the phone left behind on the couch as he rose to his feet. The screen hadn’t dimmed yet. It still glowed, the chat window open—frozen mid-conversation. At the top, a single name stood out clearly.

’Han Jinho.’

Cheon Areum didn’t lean in. He didn’t read the messages. But his eyes lingered for a moment longer than necessary, a flicker of quiet curiosity passing through them before he looked away.

"Who’s Han Jinho?"

Without saying anything, Han Kakta instantly grabbed his phone from the couch. Cheon Areum tilted his head at him.

"Who is it? Someone from your family, right?"

"He’s my younger brother..."

In an almost inaudible voice, Han Kakta answered, with his eyes low and a distance of a few steps between them. Cheon Areum walked forward to close the distance.

"Let me phrase it better for you. I do need your core, but just to inspect. You took it as me wanting to steal your core, didn’t you?"

"What are you planning to do after your inspection?"

Han Kakta’s eyes were still clouded with doubt. He kept edging backward, slow but deliberate, every step betraying the unease he was trying to hide. The distance he was putting between them only served to irritate Cheon Areum further. Without warning, Cheon Areum moved. His hand shot out and fisted into the front of Han Kakta’s hoodie. With a sharp tug, he dragged him forward, forcing him back until his shoulders hit the wall.

Before Han Kakta could even process the movement, Cheon Areum planted one arm on either side of him, palms flat against the wall, caging him in. The sudden proximity left no room to retreat.

"I have never been good at negotiating politely, but I am still asking for your permission calmly, aren’t I?"

"You’re calm right now?"

Meeting his emotionless gaze, Han Kakta asked. Cheon Areum spoke out coldly.

"Yes, as calm as I can be."