Chapter 36: The Highest Stage of Communion

This time, Emil offered no verbal response. His face simply flushed crimson, betraying a deep sense of shame.

Yanis, observing this physical change, chose to interpret it as Emil’s answer. His hands, clasped neatly above his solar plexus, perfectly mirrored Emil’s upright nature.

Even in this situation, Emil remained steadfast, composed, and pure.

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“…!”

Emil, who had seemed to relax, instantly stiffened as Yanis lifted one of his legs. He clearly struggled to relax again immediately afterward, but it proved difficult.

As his leg was lifted higher, a soft whimper escaped Emil’s lips.

“Ah, just a moment…”

“Just a little more.”

At Yanis’s words, Emil pressed his lips together tightly, his jaw rigidly set. With his leg held high, his buttocks parted, naturally revealing his intimate recesses.

Emil’s groin and inner parts were as clean and pale as his skin. As Yanis’s gaze fell upon him, Emil twitched his hips, nervously lowering his hands.

“Yanis, please, wait…”

“Emil, this is treatment.”

“…”

Emil flinched at Yanis’s words.

“You were the one who said the ordination ceremony was fast approaching.”

Emil frowned slightly at that remark. Though he found the situation unbearable, he seemed to be trying to accept its inevitability.

Yanis uncorked the glass bottle he had brought earlier and slowly poured some of its contents between Emil’s thighs. The translucent liquid was more viscous and smoother than water.

“Hngh…”

As Emil subtly twitched, Yanis slowly stroked his flaccid member. Even in this situation, where shame left him nowhere to hide, Emil’s member quickly grew in size at another’s touch.

“Hnn, ah, oh…!”

“Relax. Just a little…”

“Ah!”

Suddenly, Emil’s body trembled violently. Yanis’s hand explored the space between his buttocks.

It was a place he had never shown to another since growing up, a place he knew should never be revealed. His face burned a furious red.

He frantically pushed Yanis’s hand away. However, Yanis did not allow Emil to stop him. Instead, he pulled Emil’s arm up, continuing to rub his intimate recesses.

“Ugh, ah, it’s dirty, please, wait…”

“It’s alright. This is the fastest way.”

Saying this, Yanis very gently caressed Emil’s member. Massaging his testicles, slowly stroking the shaft, and skillfully teasing the tip quickly brought a rush of sensation.

Feeling as though he might climax again, Emil focused all his senses forward. Meanwhile, Yanis slowly traced the tightly gathered folds and slid a finger inside.

As his index finger entered up to the first knuckle, Emil’s eyes widened, and he stared at Yanis.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

Yanis added gently, yet he knew well it wouldn’t cause pain. The liquid poured between Emil’s thighs had the dual effect of relaxing muscles and enhancing arousal.

The finger, slick with the liquid, carefully penetrated the inner wall. It was a place never used for anything other than excretion.

The stiff interior, tensed with resistance, gradually softened as Yanis poured more of the liquid into the parted opening.

“Ah…”

Emil’s hips trembled slightly as he squinted his eyes. The changes occurring below his waist were so unfamiliar, he found them utterly unbearable.

Moreover, he was bewildered by the fact that the sensations were not entirely unpleasant. Indulging in physical pleasure was an act forbidden to him.

Yet now, Emil was experiencing peculiar sensations. The foreign feeling between his thighs was novel, and the subtle sensation wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

In fact, a faint heat rose, and each twitch of the finger brought a pleasant sensation. Furthermore, the hands stroking his member occasionally made his mind hazy.

It felt as if he were dreaming. The fact that it was Yanis, of all people, directly touching his body, was almost unbelievable.

“Gasp…!”

“Since you seem to be getting used to it, I’ll speed things up a little.”

The man’s entire index finger slipped inside. Each time the finger entered deeper, he felt an opening within him.

The warm inner wall seemed to welcome the intrusion of the unfamiliar. With each deeper penetration, his inner flesh clung tightly, warmly constricting.

Among veteran Espers and Guides, there were some who deliberately only guided novices who had never engaged in intimacy before. These were cases where pleasure was prioritized in acts intended for guiding.

Yanis wasn’t particularly fond of this type, but he could almost understand their reasoning now.

While Emil was still bewildered by the current situation, Yanis increased the number of fingers inside him. Feeling his rear opening and the increasing number of fingers, Emil also frowned.

“Yanis, Yanis…”

A desperate voice pleaded with the man. His face, which had been flushed with shame moments earlier, was now pale, and fearful eyes were fixed on Yanis. Yanis paused, about to lean closer, then offered a gentle smile. In ten days, Emil was to become Yanis’s son.

“Don’t be too scared. I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“Ah…”

Yanis soothed Emil, slowly moving his fingers back and forth. The sensation of his inner parts widening felt strange. It seemed impossible to get used to it.

The man continued to stroke Emil’s member while moving his fingers. Naturally, he increased the number of fingers to three. At the command to relax, Emil struggled to loosen his lower body.

Then, a peculiar sensation suddenly bloomed within him. Whenever the fingers rubbed a certain spot, a tingling pleasure shot through him, making his thighs tremble. Involuntarily, he twitched his hips and twisted his waist, prompting Yanis to repeatedly touch that spot.

“Hnn, ugh, ugh, wait, ah, ah…!”

Despite his plea to wait, Yanis’s hand moved with even greater persistence. Before he knew it, a tingling pleasure reached his fingertips and toes. As the pleasure intensified, a warning signal flashed in Emil’s mind.

He intended to ask him to go slowly. However, as the thought formed, his vision turned white. It was his second climax.

“You seem to have gotten used to it.”

Yanis said this, looking at the semen that soiled his hand. Emil wanted to bite his tongue in shame. He couldn’t believe he had climaxed twice at the man’s touch, and while being stimulated from behind, no less.

‘Is it over?’ Emil cautiously observed Yanis.

Though he had indeed asked for this, he had no idea what the ultimate purpose or end of this act was. There was no other option but to follow Yanis’s lead, to go wherever he guided him.

Yanis wiped the semen clean on a dry cloth by the bedside and lifted Emil’s legs. Emil’s hips twitched as a finger poked deep inside him. Even amidst Emil’s distress, Yanis did not withdraw his fingers.

“Hnnn…”

Yanis scrutinized below with an impassive gaze, as if assessing something. Amusingly, even as Emil wished for this act to end, he secretly yearned for greater pleasure.

His insides had been burning and itching for a while, making him feel as though he would be relieved if something could intensely scratch the spot. He couldn’t bring himself to make such an explicit request.

Instead, he had to constantly remind himself that this was treatment, not intercourse. As Yanis stared intently at his parted buttocks, Emil’s member became erect again.

He squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation at his member, which had become aroused again so shamelessly after just climaxing. ‘Was I truly so weak to pleasure? To submit so easily…’

In a fleeting moment, as Emil clasped his hands and prayed, Yanis swiftly shed his lower garments. He pushed his pants and underwear to the floor and stroked his member with one hand. While watching Emil climax, the man’s member had also become half-hard.

A light stroke was all it took for his member to quickly become rigidly erect to its limit. Yanis swayed his member, glancing at Emil. For some reason, Emil had suddenly closed his eyes and was praying.

Perhaps he was repenting for engaging in such an act with someone of the same s*x. Yanis poured the remaining oil onto his own member and positioned himself between Emil’s legs. It was better that Emil kept his eyes closed.

He would surely turn pale and be terrified if he knew Yanis was about to insert his member. The man aligned the tip of his member with the space between Emil’s legs. He had thoroughly loosened Emil’s insides moments ago and stimulated him enough to feel it from behind.

Even so, Yanis’s member still seemed difficult to insert. Yanis watched Emil’s face, which was muttering a prayer with trembling lips, and slowly inserted his member. The intimate recesses, tightly closed like a tiny dot, gradually parted and gripped the tip.

“This is wh—hnn!”

Emil, startled by the foreign sensation, looked down. It was humiliating enough to have his intimate parts exposed to the man, but now a member was entering that place.

“Yani—hnn!”

Before Emil could speak further, the man pushed his member in completely in one swift motion. He forced open the tightly closed interior to his own shape, thrusting in so deeply that their loins met. A single tear escaped Emil’s wide, shocked eyes.

Emil, stunned, couldn’t speak and clamped his hand over his mouth. Something he had never once imagined was happening to him.

“Emil.”

The man called his name. Yanis’s eyes held an unusual intensity. He reached a hand to Emil’s forehead. Brushing back his disheveled hair strand by strand, he cupped Emil’s cheek, as if trying to soothe him.

“Does it… hurt much?”

“Ugh…”

Each time the man moved, the sensation was strange. It felt as if a large club were moving inside his body. Compared to fingers, its length, thickness, and hardness were incomparable, yet it didn’t hurt much.

The mental shock of the man’s member being inside him was far greater.

“It’s… better than I thought.”

“That’s good.”

Yanis narrowed his eyes and smiled at Emil’s words. Preoccupied with following the act, Emil hadn’t noticed that Yanis’s appearance was also more disheveled than usual. Sweat beaded on his forehead and neck, and his hair was messy.

“I apologize. It’s been a long time since I’ve done something like this. Haa…”

The man let out a strained sound as he spoke. Simply seeing him frown made Emil feel a strange flutter. Did ‘it’s been a long time’ mean he hadn’t been intimate with his mother for a long time? Or had he never…?

His heart, oblivious, began to pound again. Each time he frowned, his long eyelashes fluttered softly. Yanis hesitated several times, then, as if making a great decision, called Emil’s name.

“Emil.”

“Yes.”

“The highest stage of communion is the act we are performing now. I wanted to avoid it as much as possible, for fear of hurting you… I’m sorry.”

“Ah!”

Yanis began to move his hips slowly immediately after apologizing. Each time he pulled back and then thrust forward, it felt as though his belly was completely filled. That unfamiliar sensation should have been utterly repulsive, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. Instead, his body simply grew hotter.

Emil wanted to tell Yanis he didn’t need to apologize, but he lacked the strength to do so. From a certain point, each time the man’s member rubbed against his inner wall, a tingling pleasure shot through his chest.

Yanis bit his lower lip and moved his hips anxiously. He trapped Emil in his arms, moved his hips, then lowered his head to kiss him. Emil’s eyes widened at the natural act of Yanis sucking his tongue, but Yanis didn’t seem to notice.

He seemed unaware of what he was doing. Emil’s chest, awkwardly responding to the man’s actions, swelled greatly. Yanis pressed his body tightly against Emil’s and began to thrust wildly.