[71]
The pleasure Yuri offered was addictive.
“Uh, ah… Yuri, Yuri…!”
Every time the man on top of him moved his hips, Chris felt a tingling in his lower abdomen and dizziness in his head. He couldn’t tell if it was from being shaken so roughly or from the pleasure itself.
The creaking sound of the mattress was no longer audible.
‘Have the springs completely collapsed?’
He tried to steady his breathing while asking himself this question unrelated to pleasure, but failed.
Yuri’s very existence was an overwhelming stimulus to him.
His lower abdomen felt numb and senseless. Yet where was this heat surging from?
Chris soothed his confusion by endlessly calling out to his master.
“Shh.”
The hand that came up as if to wipe his tear-stained eyes covered Chris’s mouth as he was about to let out a moan.
Yuri looked down at Chris, who was blinking with wide-open eyes, and lowered his head to whisper as if telling him a secret.
The man’s lips were so close they almost touched, and from them came a shocking revelation.
“If you don’t keep your voice down, someone outside might hear us.”
At those words, Chris’s body jerked beneath Yuri.
This wasn’t a sealed room but a tent set up outdoors.
In his eagerness to couple with Yuri as quickly as possible, he hadn’t considered their surroundings at all.
Chris belatedly realized he wasn’t in his right mind.
The gaze looking at him was tinged with cruel pleasure.
Yuri must have known this all along.
Instead of punishing him, he had given Chris free rein until he was completely disheveled.
Chris’s body trembled with shame that came as a counterbalance to his wild behavior.
He reflexively tried to close his legs, but it was impossible due to Yuri’s dick penetrating him.
He suddenly opened his senses to detect if anyone was nearby.
It was a mistake. His body, which had barely been enduring the pleasure, began to collapse under the excessive stimulation.
Yuri’s face showed that he had anticipated this reaction.
Perhaps he had said those things to deliberately make Chris heighten his senses.
“Are you feeling shy now?”
Chris slowly nodded.
“It’s okay.”
Yuri gently stroked his platinum blonde hair with the hand not covering his mouth and whispered.
“Before I came to meet you, the investigation team gathered here went to check the workers’ quarters in the basements of Factory 8 and Factory 4.”
Huk, huk.
At his truly gentle voice, Chris panted silently.
“…You’re squeezing so tight I might fall apart.”
Yuri let out a low exclamation and slowly licked his lips.
His expression appeared somewhat displeased.
“Do you prefer having others listen after all?”
Chris couldn’t bear to speak and just shook his head.
He started to deny it but stopped, fearing his damp breath would wet Yuri’s hand.
Even if he was treated like a dog, he didn’t want to be filthy. Didn’t Yuri have a cleanliness obsession?
“…Liar.”
Yuri whispered, looking into his eyes. Chris grew pale.
Meeting that gaze inevitably made his heart sink.
But was he really just afraid at the thought of others possibly hearing them?
It seemed his wanton body was also responding to the increasing shame.
Seeing Chris confused and at a loss, Yuri thrust his hips up hard.
“Ugh!”
As his body was roughly shaken, a moan escaped through Chris’s teeth.
Though it was half-suppressed, it definitely escaped through Yuri’s loose fingers.
While Chris rolled his eyes helplessly, Yuri neither showed mercy nor let him go.
“It’s okay.”
Yuri’s hot breath tickled him.
“Even if you can’t hold back your moans, a few times. Ten times or a hundred times…”
Despite his gentle tone, Yuri’s violent movements made Chris’s body shake ceaselessly.
“Until you properly learn to contain your voice. I’ll help you practice.”
Someone truly trying to help wouldn’t be this rough.
Nevertheless, Yuri was the only one Chris could cling to.
“Ugh, hng…”
Even with his teeth clenched, moans still leaked out.
He was so tense about someone passing by that even the sound of the wind felt like human presence.
Yuri knew every corner of Chris’s body. Because of the man persistently biting and sucking his chest, his right nipple was painfully swollen.
So much that it ached just from the slightest touch of a finger.
The bite marks Yuri left were so red they looked like wounds.
Chris overlapped his hand with Yuri’s, intertwined their fingers, and pulled him close, swallowing his moans with a kiss.
Yuri’s eyes crinkled with pleasure at Chris’s now-bold movements.
Ecstasy scrambled his thoughts and turned his insides upside down. The inside of his thighs was already red from repeated friction. Yuri’s handprints left solid marks as if engraved upon them.
Chris practiced holding back his moans until his voice grew hoarse.
But in the end, he couldn’t show much progress.
Yuri willingly embraced and toyed with this pitiful failing student.
***
Released from Yuri’s embrace, Chris succeeded in walking on his own two feet to wash up.
It was the first time he had used his body this much without guiding.
Burden and satisfaction balanced precariously on the same scale.
Seeing Chris with still-wet hair, Yuri frowned, brought a towel, and began drying it for him.
He suddenly spoke.
“Hogan was here.”
“Hogan?”
Chris asked about the somehow familiar name.
“At the reconstruction site where the illegal immigrants were shown. The immigrant who was my predecessor.”
“Ah.”
It seemed like he had heard about this from Yuri in passing.
And also that among the immigrants assigned to physically demanding work like the reconstruction site, those with weak bodies were reassigned.
Not a single immigrant at the site knew where they had been reassigned to.
They could have at least exchanged terminal codes.
“I told him I also worked at the reconstruction site and listed the names of immigrants who worked there, which made him relax fairly quickly. Through him, I persuaded workers from Factory 4 and Factory 8… and collected some testimonies.”
“By testimonies, you mean…”
“Public debate with the mayor of Babel City.”
Yuri answered curtly.
“Tomorrow, there will be a joint announcement by the mayor of Ishthar City and Northern Light. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it?”
It was like saying he would set off fireworks in the middle of enemy territory and watch what happens.
“The immigrants who worked here will now be moved to Ishthar City for treatment. We’ll assign Northern Light monitors, so Babel City’s mayor won’t be able to act recklessly.”
“Ah.”
They’ll try to cut off the tail, but. At this point, it’s no longer their fight.
Yuri, who had casually passed on a long and arduous task to Northern Light and Ishthar City, removed the towel from Chris’s hair and said:
“Oh, and Hogan told quite an interesting story.”
“An interesting story?”
Nothing came to mind.
“Is it about other places where immigrants work?”
“No. It’s about the Espers who came here as monitors.”
“Hmm.”
When Chris looked at him with doubt, Yuri slowly nodded in confirmation.
“Those Espers regularly left this place to receive guiding, he said.”
“That…”
Chris quietly sighed.
If there are Espers, there must be Guides nearby.
Although Dahlia knew Dain was a Guide, she had hidden that fact from Mihir. She herself didn’t seem to have any intention of extracting guiding from the child.
That leaves the question: where is the person who provided guiding to more than two unregistered Espers?
“Have you determined the whereabouts of the unregistered Guide?”
“I’ve confirmed their existence, but not their location yet.”
Yuri briefly replied and looked at Chris.
“I’ll have to find out from that woman.”
“That woman” clearly meant Dahlia.
Chris became a bit worried.
It was uncertain whether Dahlia would readily reveal the Guide’s location.
However, it was very evident that she would be uncooperative.
“I’ll go and find out.”
Chris said resolutely as he stood up. He almost stumbled for a moment but skillfully regained his balance.
His lower body was still sore.
Thinking Yuri hadn’t noticed, he was about to move with creaking steps when Yuri sighed and grabbed his wrist.
A shivering sensation ran down his spine.
Not from aversion, but because it felt too good.
“Ah.”
Despite having coupled so often, it was still not easy to get used to the feeling of skin against skin.
Especially when guiding rushed in like now.
“Now that we’ve done everything, I can finally provide guiding, right?”
The face of the man asking for permission after already taking action was insufferably arrogant.
Chris had no intention of refusing. However, he properly staggered this time as his legs gave way.
Yuri held his cheek and lightly brushed the reddened cheekbone with his thumb.
“…I’m almost afraid to show you in public.”
His face showed displeasure as he clicked his tongue.
“Since I’m already imprinted on Yuri, I can’t accept guiding from anyone else anyway.”
Chris reassured him of his insecurity with a somewhat gruff voice.
He didn’t think showing his constantly wavering state would inspire much confidence.
“Your perceptiveness is growing quite rapidly.”
The purple eyes looking at him gleamed with different colors.
Thanks to the guiding energy, Chris recovered quickly and stood firmly on his two legs.
“I’ll be back.”
The discussion with Dahlia, which he thought would take a long time, ended unexpectedly quickly.
“There’s a guiding establishment operating exclusively for unregistered Espers.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
