Chris pleaded. The suppressed moans burst out of his mouth like sobs.
“Right. I’m sure you can.”
Yuri muttered as if to himself. His eyes were like transparent purple marbles. They looked shallow enough to be reached with a single finger, yet at the same time seemed filled so distantly that their depth couldn’t be fathomed.
“But in the end, didn’t you leave me because you could do it alone?”
Chris Danil could do more things alone than expected. The fact that the man he’d thought would die like a fish out of water if he left his side was alive came as a great shock to Yuri.
He’d become ragged from being unsatisfied with other guides’ guiding, but that was all. Chris Danil could live without Yuri Sobolev.
Yuri found that fact utterly detestable.
“You need to receive guiding.”
The Espers he knew were something between parasites, leeches, and rats. It was why he relied more on Logan than on faithful subordinates like Chase. Unlike what he’d learned intellectually, the disgust engraved in his body drove Yuri.
There was no reason to suffer anew over the fact that he was a broken human.
However, if he could exchange his pain for Chris’s freedom, wasn’t it better than shooting a gun at that head?
“You wouldn’t want to die and remain by my side either.”
Yuri’s bare hand, with the glove removed, cupped Chris’s cheek. It was a fragment of affection thrown before all those acts that would follow.
Yuri intended to break Chris. So that he couldn’t do anything, anything properly, alone.
“Ah……”
Chris forgot to breathe. Guiding was rushing in from the hand touching his cheek. His eyes became turbidly wet.
Guiding Delight, which had given off a sweeter scent than Luca’s guiding, and now Yuri’s guiding, which was so thick and sticky that it was absurd to compare it to that cheap drug.
This was a sensation that exceeded the Maginot Line that Chris could endure or bear.
His lower abdomen tightened with a twitch. Yuri’s hand descended and was removing his pants. Even while his clothes were being pulled down to his knees, Chris was intoxicated by the pleasure the guiding energy gave.
Chris’s body, now completely naked, was firm yet beautiful, as if sculpted as a god of war. The muscles thoroughly refined for actual combat were enough to give the viewer a sense of intimidation just from looking. Though small scars existed all over his body, the most prominent among them was the one carved on his left chest.
Yuri slid his finger over it. Subtle ripples seemed to spread across his expressionless face.
“You were in a lot of pain during this.”
Even with his brain consumed by guiding, Chris was shaken upon understanding what Yuri was saying. His past couldn’t be found anywhere on the June Continent or in Northern Light. But now Yuri was speaking as if he recognized the scar on Chris’s body.
“……Do you know what this is?”
“Remember it yourself.”
Yuri replied heartlessly.
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you anyway.”
Yuri looked at him with a face that seemed mocking, with only one corner of his mouth slightly raised. And at the same time, his hand touched his penis.
“Ngh!”
It didn’t seem like bringing a heated iron brand would give this intense a feeling. Yuri was generously releasing guiding. More than anything, this was the first time he was toying with his member with bare hands without gloves.
He hadn’t known that contact, which had been as plain as what occurred in the guiding room, would transform into something so sexual so quickly.
Though Chris had expected to pay a price for failing to escape, he hadn’t known it would be in this manner. As if all flesh and bone were melting, his sensory system was being twisted.
“Hah, ngh, ah……!”
Unlike at first when he’d kneaded it like a child playing with clay, Yuri’s hand was moving with a subtle rhythm. He rubbed the shaft wrapped in his palm and stimulated it by running his fingers down it.
Yuri was quick to learn anything. He observed closely how Chris’s reactions changed more nakedly when he moved his hand in certain ways, how his patience wore thin, and when caressing, reflected the results he’d learned exactly.
Chris’s waist bucked.
Having never enjoyed it even once while receiving all that guiding, he’d thought he didn’t know pleasure. But unlike before when he’d only heard about it from others’ mouths, this pleasure was entirely Chris’s own. Yuri’s guiding captured Chris easily, as if it had been created just for him.
“Good, ngh…… It’s good. Hah!”
Despite trying to endure, sobs easily leaked out of his mouth. Though Chris’s hands were free, instead of strangling Yuri or subduing him, he was supporting his body as it tried to fall back with his hands on the bed.
Yuri’s appearance was neat without a speck of dishevelment. The shirt that came up to his neck had even the sleeve buttons all fastened. No matter how much he looked, there was no exposed skin except for the left hand that had removed the glove.
In comparison, Chris was naked. At first due to a sense of crisis, then afterward he couldn’t think long due to the guiding and pleasure that came rushing in. However, thinking that he was showing his disgraceful state before Yuri, shame welled up.
“You really don’t intend to cum easily. My palm is stinging and my arm hurts.”
Though he was speaking as if complaining, Yuri’s voice carried faint mockery. It was to drive Chris on.
“It’s regrettable that such a fine thing has no use.”
Chris’s wet eyes stared at Yuri. He couldn’t understand why he found it regrettable. As if reading the question from just his gaze, Yuri replied gently.
“Because while I’m alive, you won’t have the opportunity to rut with other beasts.”
“Ah… huk……”
Along with the pressure of the finger pressing on the tip of his glans, Chris’s waist trembled. He curled his body as much as possible, praying this sensation wouldn’t spread further. However, it was as foolish as a bird hiding its head in its wings before a natural predator.
No matter how Chris struggled, this wasn’t a sensation he could push back.
He looked at Yuri as if pleading. His purple eyes contained no heat whatsoever, terribly inorganic. Like a child catching a dragonfly and plucking its wings one by one to observe, he was looking down at Chris collapsing in his embrace.
He could smell the cigar scent from some time in his breath. A woody scent layered over smoky cherry.
Yuri removed the finger that had been running along Chris’s penis and pressing the tip of his urethra. Chris no longer refused the oncoming urge to ejaculate.
“Kugh!”
Strength unknowingly entered the hand gripping the sheet. His vision was turning white. It felt like guiding was filling up to his throat.
In his blurred vision, he could see stains that had wetly soiled Yuri’s clothes in pale white.
‘Is it over?’
Yuri had never touched him beyond this. He’d only looked down with an indifferent face as if feeling not an iota of excitement and disappeared outside. However, the gloves Yuri returned with were always changed to new ones each time.
“……Dirty.”
It seemed he could hear Yuri’s voice that day, filled with contempt.
Even while loathing touching Chris, he was toying with him like this solely to keep him tied by his side.
“You need to spread your legs.”
The hand still wearing a glove pressed firmly on the inside of his thigh. The leg muscles stood taut with tension. They were firm thighs that looked closer to a leopard than a deer.
If not for the sleek lines, they might have felt as dull as a bear’s.
“Why the legs?”
Chris asked somewhat dazedly, but Yuri didn’t answer him. He laid Chris’s body down as if handling a frog placed on a dissection table. Seeing him handle a sturdy man like Chris so easily even though he had no strength to resist showed that Yuri’s strength was quite extraordinary.
Along with a clicking sound, cold, squishy liquid flowed down between the cleft of his buttocks. Yuri’s hand pressed on the back of Chris, who was startled and tried to crawl forward.
“Stay still.”
At the texture of leather felt on his skin, Chris trembled his waist slightly. Yuri’s voice was stern. He wouldn’t allow any further escape from here.
Yuri’s hand spread Chris’s buttocks. The sensation of liquid slightly warmed by body temperature trickling down between them was unpleasant.
The presence of Yuri standing between his legs, half-draped over the bed with them spread, was heavy. Though he thought he knew what would happen, he was afraid to conjure that assumption.
Perhaps because his face was buried in the mattress, it felt like the sound of his heart pounding echoed in his head.
“Ah!”
Yuri’s finger pressed firmly on Chris’s tight anal entrance. Since the hand pressing on his back didn’t move an inch, he couldn’t move either except for trembling his waist slightly.
His rear, which he’d never thought would be used in this way, was slowly opening. Though it seemed only about one finger joint had entered, revulsion naturally welled up at the foreign sensation filling his insides.
Unable to even ask him to remove it, Chris held his breath. Both his shoulders and body were completely stiff.
“It’s tight.”
Yuri muttered.
Since it was a man’s body, there was no way something like love fluid would flow down, but Yuri slowly pushed his finger inside with the help of the liquid he’d sprayed beforehand.
“You received so much guiding from other guides and were in shambles, yet it seems you’ve never used this place.”
“Ngh, kugh.”
