Chris’s unconscious mind couldn’t bind together the benevolent owner of the antiquarian bookshop and the mafia who would have installed a bug in his home.
His chest grew wet with rain that hadn’t even fallen. One-sided disappointment and betrayal filled Chris.
The man before his eyes was the enemy. Not a first love that hadn’t even bloomed or a connection from a past he couldn’t remember.
Chris struggled to gather his confused feelings. In any case, the path he could walk was already decided.
“How much time has passed outside?”
Yuri rolled his eyes.
“About five hours.”
“Do you have business with me?”
“Ah.”
Yuri raised the corners of his mouth. For an ordinary smile, it had an aspect that made the viewer’s spine run cold.
“It’s mealtime.”
Even without examining Yuri’s appearance, he could tell he hadn’t brought anything to eat.
“You did receive it well, but… usually people go crazy if you give them too much at once.”
He was slowly removing his gloves. Watching the white hands being revealed, Chris unconsciously leaned back. Even though he was firmly bound to the metal chair with nowhere left to retreat and no way to escape.
Yuri had come to do guiding.
To bestow upon him an ecstatic hell.
“D-don’t……”
Even though it was agony to bring up the words that he didn’t want guiding, Chris expressed his refusal.
“Please don’t.”
He was desperate.
He’d been lucky this time, but what about next time? If the heat that invariably came after guiding occurred again? Could he get through it without soiling his clothes then?
How long could he hide this vulgar state from Yuri?
More than anything, he was afraid of becoming addicted to Yuri’s guiding. It was incomparable to the Guiding Delight he’d encountered in back alleys. There was no lethargy or listlessness that followed immediately after drugs, nor was there anything like a bad trip.
Rather, there remained a sensation as if an empty place had been filled, along with relief and peace that things would be okay now.
That’s why he was drawn to it more blindly. For an Esper with all senses on edge, tranquility became the greatest joy.
In a sense, it was worse than addiction.
The more guiding was repeated, the healthier his body would become. He would be in perfect condition beyond comparison. However, inversely proportional to that, his mind would collapse.
With both his original purpose and will blurred, he could clearly picture a future where he’d become a second Chris Danil.
“It’ll feel good.”
Yuri said in a dry tone.
“Everyone did.”
As the hand approached, Chris’s breathing grew rougher. No matter how he tried to control the harsh panting sounds, it was useless.
“Why……”
This time Yuri covered Chris’s eyes. It was because those trembling blue eyes that couldn’t even look at him properly were irritating.
The will dwelling in those eyes was sincerely rejecting Yuri and his guiding.
“Why are you doing this when you find it horrible too?”
He could feel his palm getting slightly wet. He could see a single tear rolling down one cheek.
Thinking he’d done well to cover his eyes, Yuri answered leisurely.
“Remember it yourself.”
Chris clamped his mouth shut with both arms hanging down as the second guiding flowed in through their touching skin. He couldn’t show himself collapsing helplessly like the first time. Whatever Yuri’s intentions, he was fortunate that he’d covered his eyes so he could hide his expression.
The guiding rushed into Chris’s body along the path it had first carved out. It breathed life into suppressed sensations, planting vitality.
It felt like forcibly raising up a body stretched out after suffering through long insomnia, unable to sleep. A paradoxical refreshing sensation was filling Chris up.
‘I feel like I can live.’
He was breathing like a fish that had been in dirty water and returned to grade-1 water. Chris felt his body becoming languidly submerged. His tensed shoulders were gradually relaxing.
If he hadn’t been tied to the chair, his body would have slumped miserably to the floor.
“That’s enough.”
Yuri slowly withdrew his hand. With only one cheek wet, Chris kept his eyes closed. Yuri, who had put his gloves back on, was looking down at his lower body.
“……!”
Yuri pushed the hand aside and turned his gaze to Chris’s swollen front.
“My consideration was insufficient.”
At the drowsiness fleeing in an instant, Chris opened his mouth.
“Please leave.”
The words that flowed out through his clenched teeth were extremely tense. Because what he was feeling now was shame and fear rather than anger.
“Did you get hard like this after receiving guiding at Northern Light too?”
Yuri’s gloved hand pressed down firmly on Chris’s member as he asked. He could push his hand away with his bound arms, but right now Chris was afraid of even touching Yuri over his clothes.
Precisely, he wanted to push him away at the thought that Yuri’s guiding might start again.
“N-no, I didn’t.”
Chris shook his head.
“You became dazed and followed around a bookshop owner you didn’t even know—a promiscuous person like you kept their chastity?”
Though his voice was indifferent, the pressure on his lower body grew stronger and stronger. At the sensation of a precarious tug-of-war between pain and pleasure, Chris only moved his lips silently without sound.
Please, please.
But Yuri’s hand showed not an inch of retreat.
“The guiding was unpleasant, I’ve never felt like this even once.”
Half resigned, Chris said while glaring at the floor. Yuri looked down at his reddened nape. Chris didn’t seem to be lying.
However, it was hard to readily believe a dog that had crawled into Rosenhower’s den of its own accord. He’d trust entrusting a fish shop to a cat more.
“You went into heat because of me?”
At Yuri’s words, Chris pressed his lips tightly together. It wasn’t wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to lend a hand to his interpretation.
His hand lowered Chris’s pants zipper. The thing that was fully erect, ready to pierce through the fabric of his underwear, revealed itself.
“Please.”
Chris shook his head. But Yuri lowered even his briefs. As soon as the clothes pressing down on him were removed, Chris’s member sprang out.
Because it was almost completely erect, the member that looked even redder was above average in both size and shape.
The moment he squeezed his eyes shut thinking it couldn’t go any further, the heavy texture of leather wrapped around his shaft. The member gripped without any technique interlocked sharply with pain, pressure, and pleasure.
Chris unknowingly hunched over. Though he was wearing gloves, the fact that Yuri’s hand was gripping and shaking his member made his spine tingle.
“Ungh!”
Yuri’s hand movements were crude and rough. Masturbating himself would have been more skillful. The grip strength that didn’t moderately adjust the pressure but only squeezed tightly was stronger than Chris vaguely thought.
Though he had a slender, handsome appearance, Yuri usually lifted and carried all those books around effortlessly. Considering this, his muscular strength and grip were quite extraordinary. Such a person was rubbing a sensitive area with force, making it feel like being wrung out. Moreover, leather gloves were different from human hands. Unlike bare skin, which was softer in friction even with calluses, they were inevitably stiffer.
“Hah, ah!”
If the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his penis hadn’t dampened the gloves, Chris’s pain would have gradually worsened. But as the fluid soaked into the gloves, the friction became smoother than at first.
His lips kept parting. Even examining Yuri’s face, he couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking. He just moved his hand mechanically with an expressionless face.
He didn’t seem to be enjoying this molestation. He just used his hand as if it were a duty. It was even a face where it was hard to find sadistic pleasure.
Why on earth was he doing this?
His breathing was growing increasingly disheveled. The fact that he was feeling it even while being harassed filled Chris with self-loathing. The fact that Yuri’s face was close, that even his breathing sounds were caught by senses more sensitive than usual—all of it stimulated Chris’s sexual arousal.
He hadn’t wished for this situation even in dreams. Though he had thought of Yuri while masturbating, hadn’t he felt self-loathing at the thought of sinning against him?
The sensation now was more intense than vague imagination.
“St-stop……”
