Chase added, making a slashing motion across his neck with the edge of his hand.
“The runaway dog barely came back, and the boss would be sad if you died after just one day.”
“Yuri would be sad?”
“Now that you don’t remember anything, you’re calling the boss’s name so casually.”
Chase giggled, finding something hilarious.
Chris wondered if his past self had called him Mr. Sobolev.
“The terminal also includes a location tracking function, so absolutely don’t turn it off. I don’t care where you go, but the boss is a different story.”
Chase’s yellow eyes glinted in the light.
“This time you might really be dragged back alive and taxidermied.”
It was a chilling statement. However, Chris nodded silently.
“I have a prohibition device implanted in my head, so I have no intention of doing anything stupid.”
“Good, good. Very wise. Keep your life intact like that and hurry up and recover your memories so you can fight this admirable me. I don’t have chances to run wild, so my whole body’s aching.”
“You have Logan.”
“I’m long-range. He’s close-range. And I don’t care if I go down, but if I hit wrong and Logan goes down, the work he was doing falls into my hands.”
Conversely, that meant if Chase went down, Logan would have to take on his work.
He could really feel what a terribly selfish man he was, except when it came to his sibling’s affairs.
“Use them well.”
After dropping Chris off at the room where he’d been staying, Chase left.
Finally alone, Chris took out the items from the shopping bag one by one.
A shirt and pants, coat and muffler, the terminal Chase had mentioned, and leather gloves.
Chris picked up the gloves absentmindedly and fingered them. Now whenever he saw gloves, Yuri naturally came to mind.
His feelings were complicated, recalling how cleanly Yuri had withdrawn his hand the moment full Guiding was achieved.
It had been Yuri who even removed his gloves, saying he would imprint him and tame him. Yet Chris had been imprinted on him continuously from the moment he woke up at Northern Light until now.
Only Yuri’s Guiding was sweet and honeyed. Though his mind had forgotten completely, his body recognized their reunion and rejoiced wildly.
The most distressing thing was…
“Ngh…”
Just thinking of Yuri made his lower abdomen ache and his rear itch.
Chris swallowed a hollow laugh. It was even more so since he’d returned to the very room where he’d been toyed with by Yuri. The texture of the leather gloves reminded him of Yuri’s touch.
The moments when he’d been trapped here with no window and no way out, receiving Yuri’s Guiding and melting endlessly, vividly filled Chris’s memory. Hesitating, Chris opened the bathroom door and went inside.
He removed his clothes and slowly stroked his penis. The half-erect member held lukewarm heat. It wasn’t the uncontrollable excitement that surged when receiving Guiding, but a subtle pleasure spread through his body.
“Nngh, hah.”
The more he moved his hand, the more the dry air of the bathroom seemed to become soaked with arousal. Chris was unconsciously imitating Yuri’s caresses.
His member was gradually hardening. Its girth increased to the point where he could feel the strain in the palm gripping it.
Like a frog gradually being boiled in lukewarm water, he was progressively being consumed by arousal.
“Good, ngh, ah! Kuh…!”
It wasn’t like he’d only masturbated once or twice, but strangely it felt insufficient. Chris licked his dry lips with his tongue.
Thinking it might be because of that plug that had been prodding his front, he tried blocking the tip of his glans with his finger, but it wasn’t that kind of feeling. Below itched. He recalled Yuri, who had filled this inside with beads and water and pushed in ruthlessly.
Sweat beaded along the line from Chris’s nape to his broad shoulders.
His member twitched greatly. Since he couldn’t bring himself to stir his rear hole with his own hand, Chris obsessively rubbed only his member. His reddened lower half cried out, demanding more stimulation.
“Ngh!”
Ejaculation came in an instant. The scent of chestnut blossoms filled the bathroom thickly. Chris stared down at the white fluid splattered on the tiles, somewhat dazed.
Even having reached climax, it felt insufficient. He couldn’t bring himself to bring his hand down there again.
Staggering to his feet, Chris picked up the showerhead and washed away the semen.
‘I need to get out of here as soon as possible.’
His body was changing. Though he wasn’t a delicate personality, staying in a room where he’d spent the entire confinement in heat wasn’t very wise.
Chris put on his clothes and opened the bathroom door to step out, then stopped short. Yuri was sitting on the bed.
He hadn’t noticed his presence at all.
“Logan seems to have taken good care of you.”
His gaze swept over the items that had been taken out of the shopping bag and laid out in order, then turned back to Chris.
“If I’d known you’d be like this, I should have told him to prepare a chastity belt too.”
Water droplets dripped from his hair as if confessing the lewd acts he’d secretly committed inside. Chris said, praying that the smell of semen had been sufficiently washed away.
“…It’ll be fine once I’m outside.”
“I wonder.”
Yuri’s eyes scanned Chris thoroughly. The sight of a man who was usually perfect without room for a single needle, completely soaked and disheveled…
Yuri knew very well how beautiful that stripped body was. If a sculpture crafted by a Renaissance master still existed, it would be like Chris’s body.
Unfortunately, there was no opportunity for direct comparison. The artworks that humanity of the old era treasured like jewels had been swallowed between the earth’s jaws or somewhere in the deep sea.
“I’m getting reluctant to let you out.”
He knew this was possessiveness, not affection. Don’t expect anything, Chris admonished himself.
“I’ll come back.”
There was still much he wanted to know.
His past self—Chris Danil—must have harbored longing for Yuri longer and more deeply than himself. It couldn’t be a coincidence that such a man had suddenly become a Northern Light agent while having lost all his memories.
Yuri seemed to suspect Northern Light was behind it, but… Chris thought it was a bit different.
‘If I were Danil.’
If there was one thing that had become clear since coming to White Night, it was that Yuri’s enemy was Northern Light. This wasn’t just a simple dispute over interests. White Night’s members consisted of people who couldn’t live under the same sky as Northern Light.
Yuri’s purpose wasn’t charity or relief. He was preparing for war.
Not a conflict between mafia organizations, but all-out war with Northern Light.
Could Chris Danil have been unaware of facts that could be learned just by poking around White Night briefly? An Esper known to have been with Yuri Sobolev from the very beginning and as his closest aide?
Chris carefully added one hypothesis. Chris Danil—himself before losing his memories—had tried to do something at Northern Light for Yuri’s sake.
“You still can’t use your abilities?”
Yuri asked.
“Most abnormalities that occur in Espers can be solved with Guiding.”
He was slowly removing the gloves he’d been wearing. That leisurely process felt strangely provocative because he knew what would follow.
“In other words, if it can’t be solved even with Guiding… there’s no other way.”
Chris swallowed dry saliva.
“Kneel.”
At the sight of Yuri beckoning with his finger, Chris slowly moved his feet. He seemed like a beast going to devour its prey, or like a criminal being dragged to the execution ground.
With a thud, as he knelt on the floor, Yuri lifted Chris’s chin.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the hand that touched him was still the one wearing a glove.
Chris’s bare flesh was revealed involuntarily. As if knowing its depths well, Yuri whispered.
“You seem tempted.”
His mouth went dry. It was because he’d just masturbated while thinking of him.
“You didn’t suddenly have a change of heart and start following obediently.”
Yuri knew well that Chris’s will hadn’t been completely broken. However, he had promised to find Anastasia, and as always, he would keep his word.
“But don’t forget that no other Guide can give you this.”
Yuri skillfully released his Guiding to envelop him. Chris’s eyes half-closed as he took a deep breath. Yuri’s hand, having removed the glove, cupped his cheek.
It was different from the Guiding until now that had tried to make Chris submit and engrave supreme pleasure into his bones. It was peaceful and gentle, as if caressing a worn and faded body and mind.
To the point of mistaking it for genuine tenderness.
‘I don’t know.’
Looking up at Yuri with hazy eyes, Chris thought.
Whether submitting to Yuri now was the instinct of the past imprinted in his body, or an emotion felt by the present Chris.
But only the lust he felt toward Yuri was real.
The instinct that all Espers spoke of in unison—that greed to want to devour one’s Guide, bones and all.
