There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Chapter 8. The Glowing Mirage

I wanted to curse.

At the world, at my arrogance, and at the people who put me in this situation.

My own freaking family.

Could I even call them that? The cowardly people who send me into a gate, and then shoved me through a portal leading into another hidden dungeon. A red dungeon.

Son of bitches. Was it jealousy, or was it fear? If they talked to me honestly, I'd tell them I had no interest in the Guildmaster position. They could take it for themselves. Was it my fault if I was way more competent than those trashes?

Trash. All of them were a bunch of human trash.

It wasn't enough killing my mother, now they wanted to kill me? Fine, I'd get out of this dungeon alive, and burn the whole damn family.

Or that was what I thought.

Was it because I was in a frenzy? I didn't even realize how much corrosion was accumulated inside my body. As the boss was slain, and the adrenaline dissipated, I started to feel it.

The feeling of drowning inside the abyss. Being tied by black smoky chains. It kept on piling...and piling...and piling...

My core was pulsing, like it wanted to explode. My mind felt sluggish, and the chains kept on tying me inside the abyss, drowning me...

Where was this? A cave? I wasn't in a cave before...

Something was coming out of my throat; a groan...a growl...

Dark...everything seemed so dark.

Ah, I was too arrogant. Too impatient with the thought of revenge. So much that I didn't even manage the use of my power.

There was a reason why those bastards didn't guide me before the dungeon raid.

Ah...I wanted to laugh, but the only thing coming out of my mouth was a wisp of black smoke and growling sounds.

Was this the end? Was this how my life would end? At the age of twenty-two, before even managed to avenge my mother...

The darkness was suffocating, and yet it started to feel comforting, beckoning me to just fall into its embrace...

And then a glowing light.

A ripple of sunlight. I looked up, and there was shining water dripping from above, and the chain holding my neck was breaking.

More water, like dew, like spring, dripping into my cheek. It felt warm and yet refreshing at the same time. Like a warm mint tea.

Suddenly, my head was pulled out of the abyss. I opened my eyes dazedly, and stared at those water droplets, shining like gems. There were two of them.

Oh, they were eyes.

Such pretty, pretty eyes. They glowed inside this darkness, like a beacon of salvation.

"...who...?" I tried to ask, finally managing to make something out other than growling sounds.

There was a muffled sound. A question. "...do you mind a sexual guiding?" the voice was nice, like a low-tone temple's bell. Melodious. Perhaps it would sound better without that black filtering mask.

Oh. The question.

"...yeah," I managed to mutter, even adding a nod. I don't care, just do whatever. It was weird that this guide asked in the first place.

I didn't know what transpire after, leaning my head on the hard surface of a cave wall. Everything was a blur.

Everything but this serene lake I suddenly found myself in.

It was as if those eyes swallowed me up, and the dark abyss was clearing up. Like mud being flushed out of the clearing.

I was drowning in darkness before, but along with the glow, I was floating inside a water cocoon, which surfaces rippled beautifully, like looking into the surface of a lake from below. It cradled me, seeping into my skin, my vein, my cell, into the depth of my core.

It cleansed me.

With a gentle and addictive caress.

Haa...what kind of guiding was this. It was as if I was in one of the temples, getting guided by the Saintess. Not even the best guide in Golden Viper have this kind of guiding.

This soothing, addicting, pleasurable guiding.

Slowly, my vision cleared, and I could see the guide. A man with fair skin glazed in sweat, as he rode me with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. Vaguely, I recognized that he was in pain. He probably had no time to prepare himself due to my rapid corrosion.

The fact that he could cleanse me this much was already an unexpected stroke of luck on my part. Even with sexual guiding, normal guides would have no capacity to absorb my corrosion this much. I had tried.

Was this because we were compatible? Or was this guide that good?

But what was a guide with this capability doing in this...where was this? I tried to find my bearing, looking around for a clue, but the only thing I saw was cave walls.

"Ugh—"

And then my focus came back to him. He groaned, bated breath grazing my neck as his head slumped on my shoulder. When I lowered my sight, I could see something glowing from his nape—something like a stigma, made of swirling runes and shaped like a water droplet.

"Ah, fuck!" he cursed, but he didn't stop moving. I was still in a daze, drunk on the pleasing sensation of corrosion being flushed out of my system. Of being drowned inside the soothing water.

Ah. Those eyes. I wanted to see those eyes again. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

With a hand that was finally able to move, I lifted his bowed face. The black hair swayed, and I met that mesmerizing blue again. It was as clear as the lake in the temple of Freyja. And the flushed donning the ivory cheek was like the blossoming plum tree around the lake.

Ethereal.

It was the only word I could use for him, before a hand covered my eyes, pressing tightly so I couldn't see. And just like that, the pleasurable feeling was gone, and I realized the man had pulled away.

Ah, damn. Every guiding experience after this would just feel inadequate, wouldn't it?

When the hand retreated from my eyes, I could see the man clearer. Or at least I saw his figure, which was clad in protective layers of clothes, shuffling as he wore his pants again.

From the look of it, he seemed like he would just run after this. That couldn't be. There was no way I would let this man go.

And so I grabbed his arm, now that heaviness in my body had been lifted, and yanked him down. With a curse, he landed on my lap, and I grabbed his waist as an added measure. The blue eyes—damn that blue eyes—look at me with a frown. Now that my mind was clearer, and my vision as good as ever, I could see better.

The blue was different than before, now it was deeper in color. How fascinating. It was framed with long eyelashes that made them even prettier. As pretty as his face. There was still a leftover flush from earlier, and it made me want to plant my lips there. Or perhaps lower, on the snarling lips.

How tantalizing.

My face leaned forward, almost like an instinct, and the next thing I knew, my head was slammed into the cave's stone wall with a strength that wasn't normally found in a guide.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?"

Ah, I was right. He sounded better without the mask. I couldn't help but licked my lips, and dragged his waist closer.

His hand was still gripping my face, covering my eyes and pressing me hard into the cave. "Shouldn't you finish what you started?" stretching my lips to a grin, I grabbed his wrist to take it off my face.

Well, I tried to.

But his hand wasn't budging. Was I still too weak? But he didn't move, even as I exerted more force. I knew I hadn't got all my strength back, but I could at least draw something equivalent to a 3-star esper.

And yet, I couldn't move him.

'What kind of sorcery is this?'

While I was still stunned, he peeled himself off of me, and stepped back. Like a reflex, I stood up to grab his arm again. But this time, he grab my wrist back, and we stood there, face to face like we were about to fight each other.

Something deep within me was tickled. I was curious. I was intrigued. More than that, I felt greedy.