Chapter 20: When a Guide Feels Pleasure

Juju swallowed hard.

At the same time, a chill ran down his spine.

Colonel Shan’s voice was different from usual—normally low and resonant, it had dropped to a level that was downright eerie.

‘H-his tone is different too.’

When the colonel took a step forward, Juju instinctively stepped back.

At the same time, the door that had been flung open creaked shut again.

Neither of them had touched it, yet behind him came a distinct click as the lock slid into place.

“What does it matter whether I walk around like this or not… to you?”

Juju resisted weakly.

His voice trembled at the end, robbing the words of any real force.

Earlier, when he had locked the door himself, his mouth had gone dry from anticipation of doing all sorts of things with the colonel.

Now, his mouth was parched from fear instead.

Without thinking, he flicked his tongue out to moisten his dry lips.

The colonel’s gaze shifted.

“Do that again.”

“W-what… what do you mean?”

‘Is he telling me to repeat what I just said? Th-that was kind of rude…’

Stumbling over his thoughts, Juju felt his bare back press against the wall and froze.

He had retreated step by step without realizing it, until he was cornered.

Colonel Shan advanced on him like a beast driving prey into a dead end.

The distance between them kept shrinking.

Feeling threatened, Juju followed his instincts and scattered Radiation Guiding toward the esper, but the colonel didn’t stop approaching.

“Of course it matters… r-right? Y-you’re a colonel, after all. Public indecency… that kind of thing? But there are only men here anyway, and I’m not even completely naked, just taking off my top shouldn’t be-”

Juju swallowed again and kept rambling excuses, then cautiously checked the colonel’s expression.

Colonel Shan definitely knew Juju was frightened.

Long shadows fell across the colonel’s sculpted face.

At that moment, the curtain tie, pulled back earlier to let in sunlight, came loose, and the window was covered without a sliver of light escaping.

In the darkened room, pressed this close to the colonel, it was hard even to breathe.

Then Colonel Shan raised his hand.

‘Aaaah! Damn it, mouth, if only I’d just shut up!’

Bracing for a blow, Juju squeezed his eyes shut, and suddenly felt warmth behind his knees.

Startled, he forgot even the Radiation Guiding he’d been releasing and opened his eyes.

He was in the colonel’s arms.

“…Colonel?”

And then, the bed again.

What just happened?

His mind couldn’t catch up.

He’d thought he was about to get hit, was that not it?

Lying there dumbfounded on the bed, Juju stared up at the colonel.

Colonel Shan was looking down at him, his expression completely blank.

Then the colonel began undoing the buttons of his uniform top.

Tap. Tap.

In moments, he stripped it off entirely.

His bare skin stood out starkly in the darkness, smooth, straight, packed with taut muscles that flexed faintly beneath the surface.

Several scars, likely from missions, crossed his solid abs, gleaming pale.

It was a body that felt less human and more like a beast, befitting an overwhelmingly powerful esper.

Juju couldn’t look away.

The fear that had filled his head vanished completely.

Instead, another sensation, something close to pleasure, slowly swelled inside him.

Dazed, Juju thought that their matching rate really must be over ninety percent.

The way he wanted to possess the colonel, to touch him until he went mad, surely the colonel felt the same.

As soon as he finished undressing, the colonel strode over.

Juju, sitting on the bed, craned his neck to look up at him, and suddenly his body lifted.

When he came to his senses, he was sitting on the colonel’s lap.

“Try it.”

“…Guiding?”

“Anything.”

“Th-then… I’ll… guide you.”

The colonel’s voice was still terrifyingly low.

Almost entranced, Juju placed his hand on the colonel’s abdomen.

Beneath his fingers, sharply defined muscles twitched.

As Contact Guiding began, the colonel fixed Juju with a heavy, sunken gaze.

It didn’t feel bad.

His stomach felt oddly ticklish.

Slowly, Juju leaned his body against the colonel’s.

At first the colonel’s body was rigid, but as Contact Guiding spread across every point of skin in contact, Juju felt him gradually loosen.

As long as they were touching like this, it felt as though the colonel could never hurt him.

Intimate Contact Guiding had only just begun.

Juju slowly rubbed the colonel’s skin with his palm, beginning to straighten the broken, reversed, and wildly tangled currents inside the colonel, just as he had earlier.

It wasn’t enough merely to push energy in; he aided blood circulation and erased stagnant remnants of dead energy scattered throughout.

When it came to espers, guides were no different from specialists.

And Juju, an S-class guide, possessed exceptional talent for delicate guiding.

Sitting astride the colonel’s thigh, Juju could feel the colonel responding, even through the uniform below.

Guiding like this, there was no way he wouldn’t react.

As he gradually slowed the intense guiding, Juju let out a quiet giggle.

Feeling generous, he looked at the silent colonel’s face, only to see his eyes half-lidded.

“…Huh? Colonel? Are you okay?”

“…”

When you dated espers, sudden reversals like this were nothing unusual.

Juju had experienced it before.

“Ah?”

Letting out a foolish sound, Juju looked up, only to find the mattress pressing against his back.

He’d been laid down.

Just moments ago, he’d been enjoying guiding while straddling a beast; now their positions had reversed in an instant.

The colonel was like a bow drawn to its limit.

So taut that even a light touch could send it snapping forward.

Juju instinctively knew what he was aimed at.

He completely stopped guiding to avoid provoking him.

In response, the colonel let out a low, boiling sound from deep in his throat.

“Should we… stop?”

Juju would later swear he’d had no idea those words would be the trigger.

Lowering his body over Juju, the colonel, who had been watching him closely, suddenly devoured Juju’s lips.

His lower lip was sucked at mercilessly, teeth clashing.

There was no sweetness, no leisure, just a feral kiss.

When Juju parted his lips slightly, fearing they’d tear, a tongue surged in as if it had been waiting, coiling around his helpless tongue, rubbing his palate, plunging deep toward his throat.

Naturally, he began to suffocate.

When Juju patted his shoulder, choking, the colonel finally pulled back a little.

The first thing Juju saw were lips slick with saliva.

There was a reason their matching rate was so high.

The contact was too dense, an entirely different level of guiding was erupting uncontrollably from Juju’s body.

In that single experience, the esper before him realized that when a guide felt pleasure, the quality of guiding fundamentally changed.

“Col-”

The moment Juju opened his mouth, it was sealed again.

His voice dissolved inside the colonel’s mouth.

With the wet suction of the colonel’s tongue, pain flared in Juju’s rigid lower abdomen.

The colonel kept pressing him down, not out of intent, but as though he’d lost all reason to this entirely new form of guiding.

Juju’s head was forced back endlessly, and the colonel’s knee nudged insistently between his thighs.

As if saliva alone wasn’t enough, the colonel slid his mouth downward.

Every fine hair on Juju’s hypersensitive body stood on end, his toes curling with pleasure.

The colonel was an esper with ice-cold energy, yet his body burned hot, like one aligned with fire.

His unrefined energy felt as though it were ransacking Juju from the inside.

With the colonel’s energy raging within him and physical pleasure assaulting him from without, Juju’s own reason was on the verge of collapsing, when suddenly, the colonel froze.

Panting from the intense kiss, Juju looked up at him in confusion.

The colonel’s eyes shifted soundlessly, as if he’d heard something.

The next moment, the colonel opened the window and leapt out.

‘What?’

Somehow already dressed, his uniform cape fluttered wildly as he disappeared.

‘He’s leaving? Like this? Seriously?’

Unable to believe it, Juju staggered to the window.

His legs gave out, and he half-crawled, leaning against the frame.

BOOM!

A massive fireball shot up, slammed into a barrier, and exploded midair.

But it wasn’t just one.

Two.

Three.

Four.

At the very front, Colonel Shan stood, blocking the flames.

His cape whipped violently in the shockwaves.

Gaping at the sight, Juju scrambled off the bed and hurriedly pulled his clothes on.

Once dressed and in his slippers, he rushed down to the first floor, where the other squad members were already gathered, murmuring among themselves.