‘The beads are all in, so why?’
Chris’s question was resolved before he could voice it. Yuri turned on the water.
His hand spread Chris’s entrance and filled the inside with water. Water rushed in, filling the gaps created between the six beads already occupying the space.
At that sensation, Chris’s waist jerked.
“This is just the beginning, so don’t let it dribble out and hold it properly.”
Yuri’s hand struck his buttocks. Chris reflexively clenched his rear hole. Perhaps because the stream of water was flowing down from above his head, it was hard to gauge whether liquid was leaking from behind or not.
To make matters worse, he felt the urge to relieve himself in his lower body.
This was something he hadn’t anticipated.
“Wasn’t the bet just about putting in the beads?”
“We came in here to wash, not for a bet. I can’t postpone it because of a bet.”
Somewhere in this bet, there had to be a trap. Because Yuri was in a position where he didn’t have to give back the clothes even if Chris really held all six for not ten minutes but an hour.
“Keep your promise.”
Chris said through gritted teeth. Though his body nearly swayed, his legs barely managed to support his staggering body.
Chris’s blue eyes that turned around met Yuri’s violet eyes.
The second condition of the bet—meet eyes.
“I should.”
Yuri answered.
“Otherwise you won’t agree to any more bets.”
For the first time, Chris let out something like a laugh. It was because his situation of having to find trust from a mafioso was absurd.
Standing diagonally while braced against the wall was difficult.
The sensation felt in his lower abdomen alone was hard to endure with a clear mind, but the bathroom floor with the shower running was wet and rather slippery. Though it was fortunate his body didn’t cool thanks to the hot steam, the thought that he might fall if he made a mistake tensed Chris.
The fact that he had to maintain his body’s balance while simultaneously keeping pressure below so the beads and water wouldn’t leak out was another factor adding burden to him.
Whether his slight stagger entered Yuri’s eyes, he opened his mouth.
“Hold on.”
At Yuri’s words, Chris hesitated. Even though it was over clothes, he was reluctant to touch. At Chris’s reluctant look, Yuri’s head tilted slightly.
“It’s curious how you won’t try to touch my body, when you don’t remember a single thing.”
Chris also thought he was a bit ridiculous.
What a contradiction, to think he must escape from here yet not want to do things Yuri dislikes.
He also recalled past days when he couldn’t understand espers who acted as if they’d give their liver, gallbladder, everything to a compatible guide. Back then he couldn’t know what kind of sensation this was.
If he’d known that such a feeling existed—one that made you mistake fate as real—he would have run to the opposite side of the November continent the moment he encountered this cruel man before his eyes.
The moment he entered Magnolia Antiquarian Bookshop, the moment he met eyes with these entrancingly beautiful violet eyes, he should have turned and left.
“I won’t say it twice. Hold on.”
At the strong tone, Chris finally placed his trembling hand on Yuri’s shoulder. Water was pouring from the showerhead.
Since he was told not to avoid his gaze, he looked into Yuri’s purple eyes. Within them, which he’d always thought emotionless, various emotions Chris couldn’t identify were swirling.
He mustn’t avoid his gaze…
He doesn’t want to look. However, the will to recover his clothes was what supported Chris.
“Ugh… huu…”
As time passed, his body trembled from the water filling inside. The beads inside bumped against each other and knocked against his inner walls.
Half-crouching while leaning against Yuri, Chris hugged his own belly. While thinking the absurd thought that if he did so, it wouldn’t slosh around anymore.
He felt water flowing between his legs. Trying hard to think it was water that flowed down from the showerhead, Chris pressed his thighs together firmly.
“Your gaze keeps going down. Does it bother you that much?”
“If it, flows out.”
Unable to speak properly, he bit down hard on his lips. At the slightest movement the sensation of the beads inside bumping against each other meant he had to put strength into the hand gripping Yuri’s shoulder, unable to straighten or bend his waist.
Not being able to avoid the gaze observing him was a greater burden than expected.
That eyes are windows to the soul must be a saying that doesn’t apply to Yuri alone. Even knowing what was inside them, those purple eyes were as transparent and beautiful as when he first met them.
Eyes he’d be fooled by again even if he went back to the beginning knowing everything.
Chris knew where the origin of this emotion came from. It wasn’t the idiotic Danil who may or may not exist inside him, but a heart he’d harbored alone.
It would have been better if this green emotion had been a little less precious. It had already become precious before he even knew what it was.
If he’d hardened his heart, Chris had other methods he could use.
While pretending to be exhausted and buried in the bed sheets, he could tear the cloth, wrap it around his hands, and strangle Yuri’s neck to knock him out or kill him before he could attempt guiding. Because in sudden situations, people’s judgment momentarily worsens as they struggle to release the force choking their neck.
Waiting by the door and knocking out Yuri just as he entered was also one method.
Though he clearly knew, he absolutely couldn’t do it.
Not because he feared failure, but because to leave from here, he’d inevitably have to harm Yuri.
“Ah!”
“You’re thinking of something else.”
Yuri’s hand gripped Chris’s half-erect penis and whispered. At the sexual pleasure felt in that instant, the body that had been stiff relaxed and water flowed down between his legs.
“Who are you thinking of? The guide you left at Northern Light?”
Chris shook his head. Yuri’s voice lowered further.
“Or… Yuri Magnolia?”
His body was pressed close, unable to move an inch. Beyond Yuri’s clothes, wet from the splashing water pouring from the showerhead, his flesh seemed to shimmer, almost visible. He kept becoming conscious of the sensation felt at his fingertips gripping the shoulder.
It wasn’t that he was obediently leaning on him for support.
The hot steam and the guiding Yuri subtly released meshed like gears, presenting a dizzying vertigo.
“Let go.”
Yuri obediently removed his hand and answered.
“You also refrain from thinking of other things.”
Chris nodded. At the purple eyes he met again, he unknowingly gulped. Yuri also slowly released Chris’s penis.
A groan like a sigh flowed from between Chris’s teeth. Water was dribbling down between his legs.
Desperate thoughts to keep from collapsing followed one after another.
‘How much longer can I endure?’
‘Has ten minutes passed? Please let it have passed.’
“How much, is, left?”
At Chris’s question, Yuri curtly—
—didn’t even check the time before answering.
“Five minutes.”
Only halfway there.
His energy drained and strength seemed to leave his legs. Chris unknowingly gripped Yuri’s shoulder tightly.
Though his grip strength must have been considerable, not a trace of pain escaped Yuri’s lips. Belatedly realizing he’d been applying force, Chris slowly released his fingers.
“Almost done. Hang in there a bit more.”
Yuri’s encouragement tickled his ear. As breath touched him, his earlobe, sensitized along with his body’s condition, reacted keenly.
“Hngh!”
Every time his body flinched, the beads inside moved with it. They seemed to move more easily because of the water. The penis that Yuri’s touch had once grazed was reacting to it.
Because of the lingering pleasure like residual heat. Guide Yuri’s very existence became a trigger, gnawing away at Chris’s control.
The desire to expel everything inside, along with the increased urge to urinate—whether from the pressure—was pushing him to his limit.
Yuri was staring at Chris persistently, as if to engrave his appearance in his eyes. Even with eyes closed, that persistent gaze following him was palpable. There was nowhere to flee, and he held the determination to never let go even if he fell to rock bottom.
Chris unknowingly reached his hand toward his genitals then hesitated. He knew that if he stimulated it here, things would truly become unmanageable. However, his body kept trying to follow desire. Not knowing he might end up swallowing poison.
“Poor thing.”
Yuri’s wet fingertips caressed Chris’s chest, then flicked the sharply pointed tip.
“When you’re aroused all the way here… Don’t you want to feel better? Wouldn’t it be nice if you could release everything below and rest?”
