As fingers pressed firmly while rubbing the tip of his glans, Chris muttered while pushing Yuri’s arm away with his shoulder. Even though he’d thought he shouldn’t touch Yuri first, who hated contact terribly, this was beyond his control.
It felt like he’d ejaculate at any moment. On Yuri’s face, on his clothes, and on the gloves on his hands.
He didn’t care about being despised, but he was afraid Yuri would feel displeasure. Yuri was someone who tried not to touch others even inadvertently.
Just because he washed away the area that contacted another person didn’t mean the suffering Yuri would have felt in that moment would disappear.
“You’re making such sweet breathing sounds, yet you say you don’t want it?”
Yuri asked. His hand pressed down firmly below. Chris gasped and drew in breath.
It felt like his head was gradually melting.
“You still can’t lie.”
The hand wrapped around his penis moved up and down while forming a round ring. The faster the speed, the more the wet sounds accumulated. Chris’s waist bucked while seated.
A pleasure that followed a different track from when he’d suffered alone rubbing his thighs and pressing down with his elbows flowed along his lower back.
Seeing himself react so intensely even to clumsy touches, he must truly have gone mad. If by any chance Yuri’s glove came off and bare skin touched, it seemed he’d spurt semen right there.
His patience, which he’d never felt lacking before, was burning up. Chris was making a sufficiently desperate effort just by not grabbing Yuri and begging him to touch more roughly.
“Ah……!”
Yuri leisurely observed Chris’s disgraceful state.
The handsome man who received the gazes of countless women when walking down the street was disheveled while bound to a chair. Though his shirt was buttoned all the way to his neck, which might look quite ascetic, his chest heaving as he panted from excitement looked so large it couldn’t be grasped with both hands.
The firm arm muscles bulging below the tightly wound cable ties were quite threatening. If Yuri hadn’t been a guide, he would have sought other means to restrain Chris.
Except for the single tear that had flowed down, the stubbornly dry blue eyes were desperately trying to avoid Yuri. With the skin revealed below the collar so red, it was truly a pointless struggle.
Yuri once thought this man was a natural presence in his life. A loyal dog he could know was always there even without looking back.
Knowing how deep a hatred his master harbored toward Espers, he always lived holding his breath. He chose to be in the shadows and lived for Yuri.
‘He lived like that and then went to die alone.’
Yuri wasn’t a good master even as an empty compliment. That’s why he lost Chris Danil.
He’d thought Danil would be by his side until death. That even with death before his eyes, he’d crawl back and die where he could see him.
That calculation had gone awry.
Yuri needed to know. Why Chris had broken his promise with him, why he’d tried to leave alone, leaving him behind.
This was why he was going to such trouble when in the old days he would have just given guiding and left.
He would dig to the bottom of Chris, excavate the foundation of his actions, and bind him to his side again.
‘All your reasons should be me.’
He laughed at that petty arrogance. He might have unknowingly been deceived by Chris. He’d believed in that blind loyalty, that Chris wouldn’t betray him.
“Hauuk!”
Chris let out a rough moan as if strength had entered the hand. At his low bass voice trembling out with an unseen color, Yuri looked down at the disheveled man.
At the same time, semen burst from the tip of the hard member. Yuri wiped away the white liquid that had splattered even on his gloves, clothes, and even his cheek a little, and muttered.
“……Dirty.”
Even with his body slumped, Chris turned his head in reaction to Yuri’s words. Though the blue eyes loosened and soaked in pleasure were clearly vulgar, together with his flushed face they created an unexpectedly magnificent sight.
Even though he was clearly moved by this, Yuri felt deep contempt and anger.
All Espers were like that. Beasts that would pounce on any guide.
Northern Light packaged them well as the saviors of this era, but Yuri knew the essence beyond that.
Chris was no exception. However, Yuri chose him even if he was a double-edged sword.
“I-I need to wipe.”
The chair rattled as Chris unconsciously tried to stand up. Having finally ejaculated into Yuri’s hand, Chris felt pain at the contempt that coldly hung in his gaze.
He should have endured more. Even if the stimulation Yuri provided was so intense he couldn’t bear it, even if he had to bite the flesh in his mouth and turn his nerves to pain.
Receiving a disgusted look from Yuri was a more painful thing than he’d thought.
Thud—his vision shook.
‘Huh……?’
He could see Yuri with the moon behind him. With the bright full moon hanging like a backdrop, that beautiful man was shoving a gun barrel into his mouth.
“So you were an Esper.”
Though he had no memory of such a moment, violent phantom pain swept through his throat. For an instant like eternity, he met death with his limbs hanging powerlessly, unable to run away or even attack Yuri.
Chris’s hunched back heaved. He could see Yuri’s removed glove fall with a thud at his feet. The black leather stained with white semen couldn’t look more grotesque.
“I’ll come again.”
A calm voice as if he’d never shown contempt.
Chris felt relief despite himself but closed his eyes, unable to hold onto the sound of Yuri’s footsteps walking away.
***
“So it’s Chris this time.”
Yont muttered with a heavy face. Team Crow’s Jay, Skild, Federico, and Ahmed, who had gathered in one place, also had dark expressions.
All of Team Crow except for the missing Aparna and Gillian, Chris, and Aparna who was carrying out an infiltration mission were gathered here.
Along with the news of Chris’s disappearance, Yont had pulled in team members who had been scattered throughout the November Continent conducting investigations.
At first, he hadn’t thought Chris had gone missing. Though contact had been cut off briefly, he’d thought he must have infiltrated while investigating drug trafficking. Unless it was an unavoidable situation, sending contact and activating the terminal could actually endanger the team member.
However, the situation had changed. A deactivated terminal was delivered to Northern Light’s November Continent branch.
Jay, who had transformation abilities, was immediately deployed. After changing his appearance several times while going to District 8, he searched while transformed into someone living in Chris’s neighbor’s house and discovered dried blood in the safe house.
He couldn’t find a body.
It seemed Chris had been in crisis and called for help but was ultimately dragged away.
“When Chris reported discovering the bug, we should have moved him to another location.”
Regret was already spilled water.
Though the November Continent was mafia territory so they had to move with safety as the top priority, paradoxically, if they didn’t take risks it was hard to obtain information.
Bugs were usually installed for surveillance purposes. Chris had been confident he hadn’t been caught discovering the bug, and was even planning to use this in reverse to lure in the enemy.
Yont had highly valued Chris’s judgment and approved it, then became dejected at losing a promising agent.
In fact, all the bugs installed in the safe house had their signals cut off. It seemed they’d taken measures to prevent reverse tracking in case of emergency.
“Wouldn’t it be better to abandon the mission and return to headquarters?”
Jay cautiously opened his mouth. Jay, who freely transformed his appearance, was suitable for infiltration missions and good at improvisation due to the nature of his ability, but tended to show avoidant tendencies when faced with dangerous situations.
As the agent closest to non-combat in Team Crow, his fear at the consecutive disappearances of colleagues was obvious.
Yont looked at Jay with a sunken face.
“Since three team members have already gone missing in the field, your words are also right. However, I must take responsibility and find Chris.”
At the team leader’s firm resolve to rescue his team member, faint hope and relief, as well as trust in Yont, passed across the faces of the Espers gathered there. It was because they thought that even if their turn came, Yont wouldn’t easily give up on team members.
“Who’s going?”
At Ahmed’s question, Yont paused for a moment. There were two starting points for the investigation.
One was the drug dealer in District 4 that became the starting point of the kidnapping, the other was the safe house Chris had been using in District 8.
“Skild and I will go to District 4. Since Andrea says it’s difficult to pull away, Federico, you and Ahmed wait at headquarters.”
It was a nuance of preparing for contingencies. Since three team members had already disappeared, it wasn’t strange to set aside manpower for support.
Then Yont turned his head toward Jay.
“And Jay, I’d like you to take charge of the safe house in District 8.”
Though he showed signs of displeasure, the only one with abilities suitable for this task was Jay. Chris’s kidnappers would be monitoring the surrounding area to find his colleagues—that is, agents dispatched from Northern Light.
