Chapter 35: The Unveiling of Control

“Ah…”

Emil twisted his waist, a ticklish sensation blooming along his side. The man’s arm, which had been wrapped around his waist, now tickled his side, slowly moving upwards.

Long fingers traced the area around his navel, counted his ribs, then broadly covered his chest. Emil tensed, especially when the man’s hand firmly clasped his left breast. He feared his quickening heartbeat would be exposed to the man.

“Ah, ugh…!”

Before Emil’s anxiety could deepen, the man’s hand found his nipple. A shiver of unfamiliar sensation ran down his neck.

Yanis’s fingers deftly stimulated his nipple. What had been soft gradually hardened under the man’s touch, rising into a prominent peak.

While Emil had experienced similar sensations when exposed to cold air or under stress, this was the first time such stimulation had caused this reaction, leaving him utterly flustered.

“Emil.”

“Ugh, yes…”

“You’re tense.”

“No, not that…” Emil stammered, his words like an excuse, but the rest vanished into the man’s mouth.

Yanis cupped Emil’s jaw and kissed him again, rubbing their lips together before sliding his tongue into Emil’s mouth.

Though intended to relax him, the gesture only made Emil’s waist stiffen once more.

“Hngh, ugh…”

Yanis’s hands traced a path from Emil’s jaw to his neck, shoulder, arm, and waist, finally settling to gently cup his buttocks.

He had braced himself for this to some extent when he made the request to the man, but experiencing it firsthand, everything felt alien.

The man’s lips, which had explored his mouth, now moved past his jaw, following the exact trajectory his hands had just taken: his nape, his shoulder, and then his collarbone.

“Ah…!” A gasp escaped Emil’s lips as Yanis’s mouth reached his chest.

Uncaring of the prominently erect nipple, Yanis swallowed it within his mouth. He sucked at Emil’s chest with wide lips, traced the areola with his tongue, then gently bit the nipple.

He realized for the first time that this area, flat and without function unlike a woman’s breast, could still react to stimulation. Each time the man deftly moved his tongue, a tickle spread through the tip of his chest.

The stimulation continued downwards, forcing him to suppress a strange, rippling sensation in his lower abdomen. Emil clenched his fists, desperately trying to resist the urge to flee this situation. This was therapy, a task he had to endure.

Yet, the shock did not end there.

“Yanis, wait…!” At Emil’s urgent voice, Yanis lifted his head.

Emil’s chest, where Yanis’s head had been buried moments before, gleamed with saliva.

“What is it?”

“No, well, I… that part, you don’t have to touch…” Yanis lowered Emil’s underwear and gently cupped his penis.

Emil knew perfectly well that his arousal was already halfway erect from the continuous, strange stimulation.

However, he had not anticipated Yanis simultaneously sucking his chest and touching his penis. The man’s unhesitating touch on his most intimate part sent a flush of heat to Emil’s face.

Furthermore, Emil’s penis had already hardened to its limit at the man’s touch.

Though Emil struggled to dissuade Yanis, he was met only with the man’s customary gentle smile.

“Emil. Didn’t you say you wanted treatment?”

“…Yes, I did.”

“To achieve perfect control in a short time, this is the only way.”

“Ah, wait, ah…!” The man admonished him in a remarkably gentle voice, then slowly moved the hand gripping his penis up and down.

“Hmph, wait, just a moment, Yanis, Yanis…”

Indulging in sexual pleasure was an unforgivable act for a priest. They were to worship God with utmost holiness, reverence, and purity.

They had to lead others before God in an impeccable state. Vulgar greed and carnal pleasures were not permitted in the slightest.

Among the seminarians, some had experienced relations with women before their admission. It was said they had received the stigmata and entered the seminary just before their engagement and wedding.

It was an open secret that late at night, after everyone was asleep, he would secretly masturbate.

Emil called out Yanis’s name, his voice desperate. It had been far too long since he had masturbated, or rather, stimulated his penis, especially while fully conscious.

Blood surged downwards. After only a few strokes, transparent fluid quickly gathered at the tip. Emil, at a loss, gripped the man’s arm.

“Yani, Yanis, wait, ugh, hngh, ah, ahh!”

Before Emil could utter another word, semen flowed out. Even after Emil had ejaculated, Yanis continued to slowly move his hand.

As he gently stroked up and down, more semen trickled out. Emil stared blankly at the fluid emerging from his penis before bowing his head.

Though he had spent the entire day organizing his thoughts and bracing himself for what was to come, experiencing it firsthand was entirely different.

Moreover, the act, which should have been private, being performed in front of the man, and by his very hands, only intensified his shame.

“How do you feel?”

“…”

“Emil.”

Yanis’s casual tone when asking about his feelings felt cruel. Emil wished he could disappear into a mouse hole.

At the same time, it was astonishing to realize that such things were commonplace for ordinary Espers and Guides.

“I don’t know…” Emil uttered, unable to help himself. Yanis smiled faintly, observing Emil, who couldn’t even lift his head.

Emil’s stomach and Yanis’s hand were messy with Emil’s semen. For Emil, who had worn the garments of piety and lived the most chaste life for so long, this act was undoubtedly overly stimulating.

Yet, it was a necessary process to grasp what Emil most desired.

Yanis guided Emil to the bed, gently laying him down, then positioned himself above him. As Yanis suddenly filled his entire vision, Emil’s discomfiture was evident.

“Please wait a moment.” Yanis, his eyes scanning the area above the bed, briefly exited to the examination room.

****

“Hoo, haaah…” Emil exhaled sharply, only after confirming Yanis had left.

He had waited for this moment with prayers, believing he could act more composedly. That was merely Emil’s delusion.

He had thought that Yanis simply smiling at him was enough to make his heart flutter with unparalleled joy. But now, with their bodies pressed together, his desires intensified. He felt more ravenous, almost maddened.

Where the man’s hands had touched, a burning sensation lingered. Emil fanned himself, trying to cool the heat that had risen to his face.

He did not want to realize his weakness in this manner. When he heard the door open again, Emil swiftly changed his posture. Yanis held a small glass bottle.

“Is the room warm?”

Yanis asked, having seen him fanning himself. “No, I’m fine.”

Although Emil replied that he was alright, the man still surveyed the room. This situation was profoundly embarrassing.

Emil was awkwardly clad in only his underwear, while the man was completely shirtless. Yanis’s nonchalant survey of his surroundings appeared languid and natural.

Even with the slightest movement, his finely sculpted muscles stood out. The same was true even when he adopted a relaxed posture. ‘What a beautiful body,’ Emil thought.

He knew Yanis was a kind and good person, but the sudden realization of his masculinity made Emil’s face flush once more.

“Emil.”

“Yes?” He answered reflexively, then felt a pang of regret. His voice had sounded strange, a consequence of his overly eager reply.

“Can you create a block of ice here?” Yanis asked, pointing to the spot right beside the bed.

“Uh…”

“I need to know how much control you have over your abilities. Only then can I decide what to do next.”

At the man’s words, Emil strove to create the desired form: a block of ice slightly taller than the bed and the size of the chair Yanis usually sat in.

As he concentrated his thoughts, a shallow sheet of ice formed directly in front of Yanis, gradually rising in height. It was as if ice was growing from the floor itself.

Yanis observed this without any visible reaction. Emil silently continued to concentrate.

The ice, which had rapidly grown like weeds on a hillside, stopped at Yanis’s shin height. Only then did Yanis’s gaze turn to Emil.

As if something hadn’t gone as intended, Emil frowned, then exhaled sharply.

“Ah, I can’t do any more.”

“Hmm.” Yanis let out a small sigh at Emil’s words. He silently watched the ice block as if lost in thought, then nodded.

“Can you make it disappear too?”

“…No.” This time, the answer came swiftly. Emil quickly realized that he couldn’t easily make it disappear with his current abilities.

“Alright.”

“How… is it?” Emil asked nervously at Yanis’s words. He wondered about his condition and whether this therapy truly held any meaning.

“You’re improving. You can create ice as you wish, can’t you? While complete control still requires practice, you’re now better at manifesting the forms you desire.”

“That’s true.”

“You should be able to make the things you create disappear on your own… We should try that a little later.”

Yanis carefully laid Emil back onto the bed, then climbed atop him once more. Emil found himself naturally enveloped in Yanis’s shadow.

“If you’ll excuse me.” The man lightly kissed Emil’s forehead.

Emil’s heart fluttered momentarily at the tender gesture, but he immediately understood why Yanis had done it.

“Hick…!” The man completely stripped off Emil’s underwear, which had been ambiguously draped over him.

Even as Emil wiggled his toes in helpless confusion, Yanis slipped his hands under Emil’s waist, lifted his hips, and carefully brought his legs together to remove the undergarment.

There was no rudeness in any of his actions. From the very beginning, he had been considerate and extremely cautious in every moment.

Such an attitude, paradoxically, only further ignited a fire in Emil’s chest.

Now, Emil was completely naked. This was the first time he had undressed to be nude in front of someone else.

Feeling heat rise to his face—no, to his shoulders—Emil twisted his head away. He desperately wished to escape this embarrassing situation.

Yanis deliberately ignored Emil’s embarrassment. Very slowly, he surveyed Emil’s body.

It was a healthy, youthful physique. His arms and legs were as straight as his posture. Perhaps due to his life of kneeling and praying in dimly lit places, his skin glowed with a milky white luminescence.

He had almost no body hair, and what little there was, was light in color. His penis, like his pale nipples, was also light-colored. It bore the mark of a body untouched.

Indeed, it was a body dedicated to God, resolute in its intention to be free from all desires.

“Emil.”

“…Yes.” Emil replied a beat late. With each breath, his chest rose and fell dramatically.

Yet, Yanis paid it no mind. It was only natural that this situation would be difficult to bear, given Emil had never even had a proper relationship, let alone shared intimacy.

“Relax and entrust your body to me.” Yanis deliberately whispered into Emil’s ear, making him swallow hard and nod.

Soon, his stiffly curled toes relaxed downwards. His tensed, firm thighs also softened.

“Don’t be too nervous. You’ll get used to it quickly.”

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