Don't Support the Guide - Chapter 6 (M)

“Ah…”

“I’m sorry, but refusal is not an option. According to Article 5, Clause 2 of the Special Abilities Act, Esper Adrian Brillante is currently at risk of a mild rampage, and there are civilians nearby—”

“There’s no need to recite the law to me.”

Adrian’s words came to an abrupt halt—not because Samuel had interrupted him, but because Samuel had taken her hand.

Adrian lowered her gaze, staring blankly at their joined hands. Samuel held him with the utmost care as if cradling something precious.

The momentary contact sent a flood of guiding energy crashing through him.

The overwhelming sensory chaos that had tormented him just seconds ago vanished in an instant. The unbearable noise, the blinding lights—gone. In their absence, heightened sensitivity settled in, and all Adrian could focus on was the warmth pressing against her skin.

Samuel’s hands were both firm and soft, with a heat that felt strangely like it was sinking into her very core.

It was the unmistakable euphoria of being guided.

“I won’t refuse. Not ever.”

“…”

“Even if you hadn’t asked me, I would have offered to guide you myself.”

A breathless laugh escaped Adrian, almost like a sigh. Then, without hesitation, she pushed Samuel onto the bed.

Her eyes roamed over Samuel’s face, tracing the curve of his brow, the flicker of his gaze, the sharp bridge of his nose, and finally, the lips parted slightly in surprise. She stared, as if mesmerized.

It was a well-known fact that guiding was most effective when there was direct mucosal contact.

The thought alone made her throat feel dry. Adrian smirked, though her expression twisted slightly as if in pain.

“No wonder Espers are so obsessed with their Guides.”

Samuel remained silent.

“With a mouth like that, you make me curious.”

Curious if it works just as well in other ways.

If Adrian had been in her right mind, she would never have let such crude words slip from her lips.

But the hunger for guiding was tearing her reason to shreds. The sheer pleasure of her first real guidance was intoxicatingly sweet. What little self-control she had left was only just enough to stop himself from mindlessly touching the man beneath him.

Did Samuel even realize the danger he was in?

The guide, now at the mercy of a restless Esper, lowered his eyes shyly under Adrian’s heated gaze, as if embarrassed.

That was fine.

What wasn’t fine was the way Samuel’s lips parted ever so slightly, revealing the soft flick of a wet, red tongue.

“If you’re curious…” Samuel murmured. “You can try.”

At that moment, Adrian’s restraint snapped.

“Lieutenant,” she ordered. “Take off your clothes.”

Her crimson eyes, glowing with the hunger of an untamed beast, locked onto her prey.

***

Adrian straddled the bare-skinned man beneath her, pressing their bodies together as she kissed him with feverish intensity. The moment their slick, warm tongues touched, her mind spiraled into chaos.

That was different.

Touching bare skin had been one thing, but direct contact between their mucous membranes sent a violent surge of guiding energy through her body, making her stomach clench with sharp, electric pleasure.

A shudder ran through him, her toes curling involuntarily as her hands roamed over Samuel’s sculpted torso, feeling every ridge and dip of muscle.

Perfectly built—broad where it mattered, lean where it counted—Samuel’s body was something that demanded appreciation. Adrian couldn’t help but drink in the sight, every inch of him fascinating in a way that made it impossible to look away.

“…Hah…”

Every time Adrian’s fingers brushed against Samuel’s skin, the searing pain that had consumed her melted away, replaced by an intoxicating, electric pleasure.

Her palm slid slowly over Samuel’s firm chest, mapping the hard planes of muscle. When her touch deliberately passed over a sensitive peak, the reaction was immediate.

“Ugh…!”

Adrian, still partially clothed, shifted against Samuel’s naked torso, her movements slow and deliberate. Her heated skin pressed against firm muscle, an unconscious rhythm forming between them.

Each time she moved, she found herself inadvertently brushing against Samuel’s hardened cock, pressed taut against his stomach.

“Ah…!”

Samuel flinched, his expression momentarily contorted—somewhere between restraint and a sensation he couldn’t quite suppress. The sight of it stirred something deep within Adrian, a reaction nearly as intoxicating as the guiding itself.

This time, instead of pulling away, Adrian hesitated, shifting back slightly, her breath uneven.

“Ngh…!”

As Adrian moved, the heat between them intensified, her body instinctively seeking more. Her breath hitched as she felt Samuel tense beneath her, a restrained groan slipping past the man’s lips.

The guiding wasn’t enough—her body demanded more, an ache deep inside crying out to be filled completely.

Adrian wasn’t even sure what kind of expression she was making at her point.

“…Hold me.”

Adrian guided Samuel’s hands beneath the hem of her shirt, pressing them against the bare skin at her waist.

It was the first time she had ever let a Guide touch her like this. The heat of Samuel’s palms, unfamiliar yet searing, sent a shudder through her. The guiding energy between them surged, overwhelming in its intensity, making her tilt her head back as she bit down on a quiet gasp.

Samuel, for his part, froze. His fingers twitched uncertainly, unable to fully grasp her waist. Instead, his touch remained hesitant, his fingertips brushing lightly against her sides—each fleeting contact sending a maddening shiver through her.

“Damn it…”

The sensation was unbearable—soft, teasing, and far more intoxicating than she had expected. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Her gaze flicked to Samuel, his chest rising and falling unsteadily, his flushed skin betraying his restraint. The sight of him, completely undone, sent a dangerous thrill through her.

Without another thought, she moved, pressing herself against him and sliding his cock into her wet vagina.

“Hah!”

A deep, aching fullness sent waves of pleasure coursing through Adrian’s body. The guiding energy, like liquid fire, surged through her, spreading from where their bodies joined and flooding every nerve.

She bit down on her lower lip, struggling to suppress the sounds rising in her throat as Samuel let out a ragged groan beneath her.

“Haa… ngh…”

The man beneath her trembled, thighs tensed, his entire body taut with restraint—almost as if he, too, had never felt anything quite like this before.

Somehow, that realization made it all the more exhilarating.

Something about this, about him, just felt right.

If she let her guard down for even a moment, she felt like she might lose control completely, pushing him too far. No matter that he was a man—between an Esper and a Guide, the one at greater risk was always the Guide.

Adrian instinctively tensed, trying to rein herself in. But for Samuel, it had the opposite effect.

“Nngh—!”

His breath hitched sharply as he bit down on his hand, his hips jerking upward in response.

For a second, the fragile restraint Adrian had managed to hold onto nearly snapped again.

Steadying herself, she took a slow breath before lowering her upper body against his, her chest pressing softly into him as she tried to ease the tension.

“…Is this your first time?”

“…Yes.”

Samuel’s hesitant response, half-muffled by his own hand, was unexpectedly endearing.

Adrian decided to be more considerate.

Keeping her body pressed against his, she moved slowly, deliberately, allowing him to adjust. The slightest motion sent shivers through him, his breath hitching as he struggled to contain his reactions.

Amused, Adrian trailed soft kisses over his flushed skin. Even beneath her lips, she could feel how tense he had become. Finding it charming, she let the tip of her tongue graze the sensitive skin of his neck. The moment she did, Samuel’s hips jerked involuntarily.

Ah, so that’s where…

A small smirk touched Adrian’s lips as she leaned in, intent on exploring further.

As the room filled with the sound of his unsteady breaths and soft, helpless murmurs, warmth spread through Adrian’s body, a fire growing between them. Bracing herself against his firm chest, she gradually picked up her pace, letting instinct guide her movements.

“A-Ah, Adrian—Sir Adrian…!”

Sir Adrian?

Her movements stilled for a fraction of a second.

“…Did you just call me sir?”

Even through the haze of heat and pleasure, she couldn’t ignore it. Looking down, she found Samuel’s face burning even redder, his lips slightly parted, eyes half-lidded in dazed embarrassment.

The formal address—so completely out of place in their current situation—sent an unexpected chuckle bubbling up her throat.

“…You really are too cute.”

So, he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. Beneath that shy exterior, her Guide had a surprisingly bold streak.

Adrian let out a soft chuckle before picking up her pace, riding him with effortless confidence. The slick, rhythmic sounds between them were shamelessly indecent, but she welcomed every part of it.

The overwhelming hypersensitivity, which had once felt like an unbearable curse, was gone. All that remained was the sweet, tingling pleasure—the perfect blend of guiding and physical intimacy.

Had there ever been a moment as perfect as this?

Since manifesting as an Esper, Adrian had rarely known what it meant to live in the way others did.

Her heightened sense of taste had stolen any enjoyment from food. Her sharpened hearing made crowded places unbearable, the constant noise drilling into her skull like a migraine. Even sunlight could sometimes feel too bright, searing through her eyes with an almost physical pain.

The only way to dull her senses was through physical guiding. Yet every time she attempted it, the abrupt flood of guiding energy left her nauseous, teetering on the edge of sickness.

Imprinting? That was nothing more than a desperate last resort—something only to be considered when death loomed close. In the past, her greatest show of consideration for a guiding partner had been merely enduring the act without vomiting midway through.

For someone like Adrian, the idea of a normal life had always been an unattainable luxury.

And yet—

Now, here, with Samuel—

“Hah… It’s too good… It feels so good…”

“S-S Sir Adrian…”

“Yes, Samuel.”

Adrian’s arms trembled as she braced herself against the bed, pleasure bursting inside her like scattered stars.

“W-Wait…!”

But Samuel didn’t stop.

Another sharp thrust sent a jolt through her body, cutting off her words. The slick sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, and all she could do was gasp, her breath catching in her throat.

From the tips of her toes to the very core of her being, heat coiled and spread, electric and overwhelming. Her body reacted instinctively, inner muscles tightening and releasing in an unsteady rhythm, as if trying to draw him in even deeper.

Samuel moved with slow, deliberate precision—each motion strong, unyielding, and perfectly placed.

Overwhelmed by the sharp pleasure coursing through her, Adrian buried her face against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As tension coiled tighter in her core, Samuel’s large hands traced upward, following the taut lines of her abdomen.

His hands dug into her underwear and gently cupped her breasts, stroking the swollen peaks and areolas.

All while, his movements below remained relentless, his pace unwavering.

“Ahn…!”

In that moment, an indescribable sensation swept through her.

Without warning, a dense rush of pleasure washed over Adrian. Her vision went black and her mind went blank. Her heated cunt throbbed madly.

The sudden squeeze was too much, and Samuel couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ugh……!”

His buttocks tightened. His firm abdominal muscles contracted several times.

It was a long orgasm. He trembled as he tightened his strength without even realizing that his own thing that was squirming inside was tormenting Adrian, who was struggling in the afterglow of his climax..