No, he had to bear it.
“You don’t look very relaxed. Didn’t I do as you wanted?”
At Yuri’s voice gently asking whether he hadn’t reduced the number of beads and plugged the front too, Chris’s face reddened.
Though there were only three beads inside, the remaining space was filled with water. Moreover, the plug that entered the urethra grew in presence the more the genitals swelled.
As time passed, chills ran down his spine. Standing and enduring was all he could do. Waiting for Yuri to say 10 minutes had passed, he stared endlessly at his lips.
He felt like a dog that runs to its food bowl at mealtime, drooling.
“Ugh…”
His rear was twitching. The more he clenched the twitching hole, the more unusual the pressure felt in his belly. Even more so because water had entered too.
He’d rather do a handstand and hang from a horizontal bar by his tiptoes—he could do that not for 10 minutes but triple that, 30 minutes. But this was something Chris had never trained for and couldn’t train for.
Yuri watched Chris’s gaze dampen and asked.
“Why are you staring like that? Want to give up already?”
“N-no…”
Unable even to shake his head, only his lips moved.
“You seem able to endure. I didn’t know you liked this sort of thing…”
Yuri muttered provokatively.
“There’s no way, ngh, there’s no way, is there?”
Even with a face flushed red and about to cry, Chris’s bare chest rose and fell slowly as he held back.
Looking at the pale pink nipples, Yuri suddenly proposed.
“Should I reduce the time?”
“…What?”
“Six minutes remain. If you let me touch your chest, I’ll cut it to half that.”
“Keep… to-touching?”
At Chris’s question, Yuri briefly nodded in affirmation. Chris felt his mouth dry alone in the midst of being thoroughly wet as he brought Yuri’s hand and placed it on his chest.
Guiding was being transmitted where bare skin met. A tingling feeling was transmitted from his chest where sexual sensitivity hadn’t developed.
At some point, he’d become more accustomed to Yuri’s ungloved hand than his gloved one. Unlike until now when Yuri, who supposedly detested contact, moved his hand perfunctorily, he gripped Chris’s chest quite actively.
“Ngh, nngh!”
Rather than gentle, it was rough and brutal. With fingers that looked delicate enough to play piano, he harshly squeezed the chest and rubbed the nipple tips. He looked like a child who’d found an interesting toy, or like a researcher observing a specimen.
Still, this was better than having his genitals gripped like before. It was definitely less than the stimulation felt when Yuri touched his genitals.
Yuri’s fingernail tormenting the sharply pointed nipple this way and that lightly scratched the tip.
“Ah…!”
A sweet moan mixed into Chris’s breathing and flowed out. Feeling achiness in his chest and flinching, Chris felt red heat added to Yuri’s eyes that had always been darkly sunken.
“Though they say espers like any guide, one who feels as easily as you is rare…”
Something like a neurotic laugh brushed his lips.
“That you went in and out of Northern Light and the reeducation center’s communal showers with a body like this.”
The hand that went down wrapped around Chris’s genitals, then pressed and stroked down hard. Chris’s shoulders jerked and his upper body arched back.
Yuri’s hand gripping the urethral plug began slowly moving it back and forth.
Though there were no particular ridges, because of the plug’s shape that grew thicker toward the opening, every time it moved, white sparks seemed to burst before his eyes.
It was like fireworks unfolding. Fireworks where that world was just all white.
“Put it in… no, pull, pull it out…!”
Chris jerked his waist with a confused expression.
Naively nodding at Yuri’s words about plugging the front was a mistake.
Rather than a tool used to postpone ejaculation, this pushed a person to the threshold of climax and blocked them from reaching further.
The more he begged, the more he couldn’t distinguish whether it was because he wanted to climax or because he wanted to resolve the surging urge to urinate.
He was feeling intensely from the touch moving the plug, barely thicker than a needle, back and forth. It was different in quality from when blocking the glans tip with a finger.
Every time the plug was pushed into the urethra, fear surged that the front hole might break, and every time it pulled back out, impatient relief repeatedly took its place.
“Hk, hngh…!”
Yuri, looking down at Chris with cold eyes, pulled out the plug blocking the urethra all at once. From the rear hole that had barely been clenching, the remaining three beads tumbled out.
Chris saw some transparent liquid that was neither semen nor urine burst out before him.
“Ah, ah… ah…!”
His eyes rolled back and his legs trembled.
The sound of the beads that had been inside rolling around on the drained bathtub floor followed. Chris shook his head endlessly as if denying reality and wet his cheeks. Though he’d felt the urge to urinate in front, he hadn’t known he’d piss like this.
Half in shame, half with a face stricken by fear and worry, he looked at Yuri. However, Yuri had a more indifferent expression than expected.
Not even knowing he was crying, watching the platinum-haired handsome man pitifully trembling while gauging his mood, Yuri breathed in deeply.
“Your face is quite a sight.”
“Ten minutes, I couldn’t fill it…”
Like a broken radio, Chris repeated those words a few times before clamping his mouth shut. Yuri pulled him and stood him under the showerhead pouring water. As hot water poured down, he realized his body had cooled considerably.
The tense muscles were slowly relaxing. Nevertheless, unable to stand properly, Chris had to hold onto Yuri throughout him lathering up and washing his body. Yuri meticulously cleaned Chris without caring about water splashing on his own clothes and hair.
On the bathtub floor lay the beads that had filled his rear, and the man who’d relentlessly tormented and teased his anus with fingers was now hugging him from behind and washing him with those very hands.
If this touch felt affectionate, he’d truly be insane.
It felt like being fooled by crocodile tears. If he ended up devoured whole like this, would there be anywhere to even tell about it?
After finishing the bath and before going outside, wrapped in a large towel while looking at his feet, Chris unconsciously turned his gaze toward the beads fallen on the bathtub floor.
Though they looked similar at a glance, their sizes differed very slightly. Probably the closer to the sixth bead, the slightly bigger they’d gotten. So they’d entered all the way to the inside that the egg had never once reached.
How very like Yuri to make him focus only on counting to not give Chris time to think.
Walking somewhat dazed, Chris paused while crossing the threshold.
On the tidy bed lay neatly folded clothes.
“The bet, I failed…”
Muttering stupidly like that was all Chris could do.
“I won’t stop you if you want to keep trying until you succeed. But considering your patience, it’ll probably take a few years.”
Yuri said caustically. At the sentence containing sexual implications, Chris hugged the clothes tightly without even putting them on.
Because he worried Yuri might get spiteful and take them away again.
“I didn’t exactly keep my promise either, so you don’t need to be so cautious.”
He’d repeatedly failed to meet the conditions due to Yuri’s whims while performing the bet. However, he hadn’t thought Yuri would consider even his situation, so this felt like a gift.
It smelled like crisply dried sunshine. And a faint fabric softener scent too.
His emotions strangely surged. A certain day suddenly came to Chris’s mind.
“Do you remember the day you took me to the pharmacy?”
Yuri stared at Chris blankly. His expression showed he didn’t know why that story was suddenly being brought up.
“I wasn’t feeling well then, but when I returned home, my condition had changed. Did you give me guiding?”
Understanding what he was curious about from that question, Yuri nodded.
“You seemed on the verge of rampage, so briefly.”
He could finally know the reason he’d been struggling alone in heat. On the other hand, it was hard to understand why Yuri, who’d been hiding being a guide, had done that.
No matter how much he’d been hiding his identity, wasn’t Yuri in a position where he couldn’t risk his identity being exposed?
“…”
Chris fell silent. Yuri, having no intention of making an issue of this, opened his mouth.
“Drink water frequently.”
As if that was all there was to say, Yuri turned and went outside.
Having entered the bathroom together and washed Chris, Yuri’s hair and clothes that had gotten wet in the process dripped water. Water stains were etched into the carpet following where he’d passed.
Chris couldn’t take his eyes off until the carpet completely dried and the stains disappeared.
Finally, after Yuri’s presence grew distant, he burrowed into the bed. The texture of the well-dried sheets wrapped around his body.
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