Brain-work Is a One Way Connection

I’m a pe*vert. I realized I was a pe*vert when I was seven years old.

It was a children’s animation I got to watch thanks to the parental inconvenience of taking care of a child in their naughty sevens

My reaction to these shows was a bit peculiar compared to my peers’.

The scream at the scene where the heroine was kidnapped? It wasn’t a cry that came from an extraordinary sense of justice.

“Oh no!”

I screamed because I liked it too much.

“Oh no…”

I’m an idiot. I realize now that I’m an idiot.

I have no idea since when Baek Eun-soo read my mind, or if he even read it beforehand, or if he sees, hears, or feels my thoughts.

All I did was get into the same elevator with my team leader, but with a mysterious static shock that touched my fingertips, all my thoughts began to be shared with him.

Thanks to that, our lives took a 180-degree turn…

Baek Eun-soo, who stood modestly with his hands gathered in front of his c*otch.

I clenched my teeth and clasped my hands together, determinedly ignoring the imposing bulge that was enticing me.

‘Eun-soo, are you by any chance a psychic?’

I was drenched in a cold sweat. Let’s put the final nail in the coffin.

‘Baek Eun-soo, you dummy.’

The last thing I saw were his straight eyebrows twitching as I ran out of the house.

“Haaa!”

“You get particularly noisy every time I hit here. At first, I thought I was doing something wrong…”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Glad to know that’s not the case.”

“Haa… ugh…”

I don’t have such grand and useful abilities.

This calls for the collapse of balance and the world view. It’s an irrational, unreasonable, and unbalanced one-way connection!

“I know.”

But you don’t need telepathy to be able to tell.

From Baek Eun-soo’s flushed cheeks. From his usually neat black hair now in disarray. From his growling voice, like a tiger’s roar.

“It feels good.”

I can tell that this hidden pe*vert is very excited right now.