He comes twice more before he has enough self-possession to take actions that will get his box of toys within accessible range. Part of him knows that he should be getting his meds, the meds that will absorb some of this backlash and let him be okay again, but that part is small and quiet and distant and the part of him that's fumbling to get a dildo nearly the side of his forearm, lather it with lube, and shove it in is much, much louder. As is the dildo itself, because—he doesn't even really need any prep, he does this too often, and this won't hurt him, but it's still big enough to make him come a fourth time straight away and fill his brain with white noise.

Now it's time for the fantasy roulette. Who's it gonna be this time? Someone he's never actually fucked before? One of his old partners? One of the faceless strangers buried in the same recesses of his mind that store the time when he manifested, when he had more sex with more people and in more different ways than he knew were possible at the time?

Lee Juheon. It seems that that's who. It might be due to the size of the dildo—Juheon was very much his biggest fuck, with a cock that did plenty of justice to his height and his mass. Tae-gun can remember very vividly every time Juheon held him in his big arms, those large hands and long fingers squeezing Tae-gun's cock gently while he pounded Tae-gun's ass a lot less gently, the way he was kind and soft-voiced and peppered Tae-gun's skin with kisses and held Tae-gun so tightly he could not escape and fucked him so hard it hurt. God, he misses the way it hurt, misses the way he'd come completely undone under Juheon's touch, the way he'd come and come and come and come and then Juheon would pet him and tell him how good he was and how proud Juheon was of him and—

Three more times before he can calm himself down enough to properly think to take the meds. Three more times, and he chews the pills and swallows them dry, and he locks his muscles tightly so that he'll stop touching himself and so that he can wait.

...alright. That was...

...he'll put it out of his mind. He has to mop the floor where he came and wash his clothes and his dildo and take a shower. He does it all mechanically and efficiently; it's something he's used to, even if today was a bit harder than it usually is. There's no point in dwelling about it, and there is especially no point in revisiting the fantasies he fantasised about. Water under the bridge. There's nothing he can do.

And now, showered and in (mostly) full possession of his mental faculties, it's time for him to write his report. He takes a seat at his desk which has a properly solid keyboard then points his right index and middle fingers forward and makes a sliding motion in the air to open the holographic commscreen connected to the guild system.

It's not usually pink, is it?

What the fuck.

(Hot psychic espers? That's—a bit too targeted—)

OK time to open his messenger app to message Im Dojin-sunbae because apparently the system has a virus???

Your message could not be delivered as requested because that would be boring.

Oh that's a more thorough virus than he expected.

(What the fuck.)

...his phone is also connected to the system, but maybe it hasn't been infected with the virus and he can message sunbae through there?

Nah.

Which suggests that probably the entire system is compromised, which... is a huge problem, actually! And he uses that system to teleport so he can't even go to HQ! Unless he flies to Seoul but he is not, actually, going to do that if he can help it.

(It's just a virus. It's just a virus. It's just a virus. He's fine. He's home. No one knows where his silo is. It's just a virus.)

Is his burner phone also compromised? It's not connected to Quasar's system at all so if it is—it really shouldn't be.

Burner phone's fine. (As far as he can tell!)

(Of course it's fine, because it's just a virus. It's not targeted, it's definitely nothing to do with him.)

Can he dismiss the commscreen?

(He should be able to. He's not totally familiar with the tech but a virus really shouldn't prohibit that.)

He can swipe it out of his field of view, but if he looks over there it's totally still got Eyebrows Chibi getting pegged by a girl with a lightning-bolt dildo and making heart eyes about it. (Among others.)

(?????? that is not a failure mode that should be possible at all)

The only numbers registered on his burner phone are Woo-young's and the guild president's and—maybe it'd be smarter to call president-nim, with a system problem, but—(it's just a virus)—he's gonna call Woo-young instead.

"Why are you calling me from that number?" he asks without preamble. "What happened? Do you need a teleport?"

"...no—"

(—actually, maybe?)

(Not if it's just a virus, but—)

"Yes. Somewhere far. ...not, like, disablingly far."

What kind of qualifier is that.

"Gotcha."

He vanishes from his house and appears in a Quasar safehouse outside Seoul.

Followed by a man, slightly younger than him, with long green hair tied in a ponytail and brown eyes hidden behind large round thin-rimmed glasses.

"What's up? What happened? —why are you naked."

An additional popup manifests: a green-haired chibi bouncing and moaning on Eyebrow Chibi's cock. The green-hair chibi has bear ears. There's some belly-bulging happening there.

...why is the screen following him. Wh—is that meant to be Woo-young.

.............is eyebrows guy meant to be him????

Is this the real Woo-young. Does he even have any way to tell. If he got compromised—if his silo got found then—but no, his burner phone was where he expected it to be and it's an old style phone where you actually press numbers to call people and he can't have had this much of his memories edited so he definitely grabbed the phone and definitely pressed the buttons which means he definitely called Woo-young and if he calls Woo-young and says nonsensical things Woo-young will definitely teleport him to Russia or something so he must have said sensible things which means this is Woo-young.

It's just a virus. Stop panicking.

"Can you see that screen?"

He sure can! ...not the other ones, though.

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says a sub-popup visible only to Min Woo-young.

"...is that your commscreen? Why's it pink?" Squint. "Is that... a chibi of you fucking me?"

(He cannot help the wave of relief that washes over him. If Woo-young can see it then it really is just a virus. A very embarrassing one and definitely a targeted one but just a virus. He was panicking for no reason.)

"Oh. Okay. Then I think I got a virus."