The most painful thing was that the memory of that time was vivid. At that moment, in Chris’s world, Yuri was no different from an absolute being.
He thought he understood why in the world of beasts, hierarchy was determined by mounting. Also what the imprinting Yuri mentioned meant. Though Chris thought he should escape Yuri, he felt powerless each time he recalled that moment.
“Ngh.”
Yuri was pushing his finger inside. He bit his lip and endured the moan. Yuri didn’t particularly stop Chris from enduring to avoid making sounds. He just moved his hand mechanically like reading a manual and assembling an object.
To him, all of this was part of guiding, a sacrifice to reclaim Chris Danil, and simultaneously taming to bind his ankles.
Chris had never once seen Yuri erect. There was also no occasion when he appeared wearing the same gloves twice.
It must be because everything was discarded as soon as he left this place. Yuri wasn’t someone who would reuse an item that had touched dirty things out of regret.
As he swallowed his self-deprecating thoughts, Yuri commanded.
“Relax.”
His finger was removing the egg. Chris struggled to release strength from below.
The egg was pulled out slowly. The firm object stimulated the inner walls dully as it exited. Though the vibration was also off, perhaps because Yuri’s finger was touching the mucous membrane, his body was reacting.
It was because of the guiding energy naturally released without conscious thought.
When the egg was completely pushed out, the gel Chris had been holding dripped down between his legs. With almost no viscosity left, transformed almost like water, it felt like becoming a child who had an accident while sleeping.
Chris shuddered at a sensation that didn’t seem like it would ever become familiar no matter how many times he experienced it.
“Here is gaping. It seems empty now without something.”
Yuri muttered while pressing his finger firmly on the anal. Originally a pale pink, it looked quite darkened, perhaps from being heated to red.
In contrast, Chris’s chest, which hadn’t been touched once, was still soft pink like at first. It was probably because he’d only focused on the penis and prostate in the rear hole that gave immediate responses rather than the chest that required long taming to feel.
The contrasting appearance of his nipples and back hole was quite stimulating. Didn’t it seem like they’d gained more color because of him?
‘Quite……’
Perhaps because he’d seen the sight of him shaking his waist while obscenely soaked many times, Yuri found it difficult to take his eyes off Chris’s body.
He became curious whether he could also add color to those pale pink nipples. It was an impulse with a different texture from having touched his body for the purpose of guiding until now.
Yuri reached out his hand.
“Ah.”
Chris stiffened at the touch that gripped his chest as if cupping it and wrapped his nipple between thumb and index finger. Chris’s eyes, which rounded as if he hadn’t expected him to touch here, felt innocent in contrast to his naked body with his love fluid dried on it.
“Th-there……!”
It hurt.
The fingers pinching an already sensitive area were quite sharp.
It was the first time sharp pain descended over sticky pleasure. Even what he’d felt when his rear was being widened was more pressure and foreign sensation than pain.
There were times when pleasure was so terrible that it rather felt like pain, but pure sensation close to nociception was unfamiliar.
Though he didn’t want to react sensitively to kneading his chest, which wasn’t even an erogenous zone, this wasn’t entirely up to Chris’s will.
Seeing Chris trembling unable to even curl up, Yuri’s gaze sank darkly. Watching Chris, whose lower body was thoroughly soaked while unable to even control his body properly, entrusting his body to him, sadism welled up.
He wanted to break him more from here.
‘If he was going to foolishly leave home and come back wearing Rosenhower’s leash, he’d rather……’
It was quite a cruel desire for something felt toward a human. At the same time, Danil was the first time Yuri had harbored something like possessiveness toward another person.
Come to think of it, just as Chris’s firsts were always Yuri, Yuri’s firsts were also always Chris.
Whether possessiveness or affection, these were emotions that presupposed a relationship with another person. However, Yuri had far too little expectation of people. Since it was premised on betrayal and departure, building a relationship based on trust with someone else was impossible. To Yuri, people were divided only into those to use and those used.
Other than that, there was just one dog he raised.
Though he hadn’t wanted to possess him, once he’d grown accustomed to the fellow who followed him around, only after he left did he realize that nothing else could fill that empty space.
As twisted emotions filled him, strength naturally entered his hand. Chris reflexively bit his lip.
“Your lips have become ragged.”
Since he’d recently tried to suppress moans each time he felt pleasure, his lips becoming like rags was a natural course. Since it wasn’t the first time he’d chewed on his lips, Chris, who hadn’t expected to be pointed out anew, shrank his shoulders slightly.
“Without realizing…… I tried to suppress sounds.”
As if the neat, well-shaped lips becoming ragged was irritating, Yuri frowned and asked.
“If you dislike making sounds, shall I give you a gag to bite?”
It was twisted kindness.
Chris shook his head at that question. Even now he was gasping, struggling to breathe, and if his mouth was blocked because of a gag, it would become more difficult.
More than anything, he wouldn’t even be able to tell Yuri to stop.
“Then manage it well yourself. If I see you chewing again—”
Yuri’s voice was cold. Chris nodded.
“I’ll be careful.”
When he quietly lowered his eyes, the fierce aura felt from Yuri softened. He occasionally showed incomprehensible reactions like this.
Yuri touched Chris’s chest again. The guiding transmitted through touching bare skin made his nipples tingle as if a weak current was flowing. Until the pink buds stood pointedly, Yuri moved his hand persistently.
“Ngh……”
Heat was added to Chris’s breathing. Since he hadn’t known he could feel something with his chest too, his eyes wandered through the air in confusion. Yuri grabbed and lifted his chin.
“You keep avoiding eye contact.”
At Yuri’s interrogation, Chris, who had been lowering his gaze, pressed his lips tightly together.
“Speak. Why is that?”
There was no way to answer. As he habitually tried to bite his lip, Yuri’s thumb pressed firmly on his lower lip. Chris, who had almost bitten Yuri’s finger, was startled and looked at him.
The deepened purple eyes captivated Chris’s gaze as if sucking it in.
This was why he didn’t want to look.
“……Because I want to refuse you.”
“……What?”
“But each time our eyes meet, my feelings become strange.”
The words were cut off choppily. Yuri released the hand that had been gripping his chin more obediently than expected.
Thinking that perhaps an Esper harboring emotions toward him was unpleasant, Chris lowered his head.
Being stripped naked and exposing his shame entirely before another person was mentally cornering. Moreover, the other person was in a state with all their clothes on. Repeating this for several days lowered psychological defenses endlessly due to shame.
There was no leisure to think he should escape. He was being taught powerlessness along with pleasure.
“It seems you still want to run away.”
Chris didn’t answer those words.
Yuri grabbed Chris’s waist and raised his body. When he leaned against him unsteadily, Yuri supported him until Chris could stand on both legs.
He took Chris to the shower room attached to the room.
Though he didn’t know how it was summoned each time, after washing and coming out, the wet mattress, sheets, and even pillow were all replaced. When he first returned to the cleaned room, Chris felt revulsion at someone he didn’t even know taking away the bedding covered in semen. Now he was just grateful he didn’t have to see the other person’s face.
Yuri wasn’t stingy about washing Chris. Though he’d said many times he could do it himself, Yuri just listened with one ear and let it out the other.
There was absolutely no blade to be found in this bathroom. Even where a mirror should be, only tiles with adhesive traces remained. It seemed he’d prevented in advance any use of broken mirror as a blade.
Though there was no window in the room either, this bathroom not only had no window but the ventilation duct was narrow. It seemed chosen with Chris’s previous escape through the ventilation duct in mind.
No, perhaps it was a room used for entertaining other ‘guests’ besides himself.
Though Yuri was a delicate and elegantly beautiful person, his essence was mafia.
When he turned the lever, hot water poured down. That the facilities of the room where he was imprisoned as a prisoner were more comfortable than the safe house prepared by Northern Light was funny no matter how many times he thought about it.
Whether from lack of energy or gradually entering a stage of madness, Chris’s lips often loosened.
However, rather than looking particularly happy, he just looked like a clown who failed to draw audience laughter.
