TGIC Ch 98(NSFW)

Chapter 98(NSFW)

I undid the stubborn belt buckle, pulled down the zipper, and finally stripped away the last layer of underwear. Immediately, his half-erect shaft sprang free.

No matter how many times I saw it, I could never quite get used to its sheer size and shape. Not even fully hardened, yet already much larger than the average.

“Guide Kwon Gidam. At this rate, the night will be gone before you begin.”

“…I’m starting now.”

I cautiously wrapped my fingers around it. Even using my entire hand, it wasn’t enough to fully encircle the thick girth.

Opening my mouth, I pressed my lips to the tip. Too wide. Only by forcing my jaw open painfully, as though it might dislocate, could I begin to swallow him inch by inch.

The cold, rigid flesh pressed against my lips, stretching them to the brink of tearing as it slid inside.

“Haa…”

Vasily exhaled lowly, his voice thick with arousal. I could feel the throbbing veins against my tongue.

It had been long enough that just fitting him into my mouth was already difficult. The shaft filled me fully, and still—barely half its length was inside.

Any deeper, and it would strike my throat. The memory of gagging until unable to breathe forced my brows into a tight frown.

To satisfy him, I’ll need to do it the way he likes: rough and merciless.

If there was one thing Espers had in common, it was their taste in sex—always extreme, always cruel. When you danced on the edge of life and death inside Gates, ordinary pleasures stopped being enough. They craved harsher, more violent stimulation.

Vasily was no different. An S-class Esper, his tastes were only worse. Rough, savage—sometimes outright sadistic.

“Urk…”

I remembered the countless “guiding” sessions I’d endured with him before my regression and pushed myself further, forcing him deep into my throat. When I tightened, gagging around the base, Vasily clutched my hair and tugged sharply upward.

“Kh—!”

The shaft scraped against my throat as he dragged it back out. The head pushed against my lips and cheeks, bulging obscene shapes against my skin.

“Where did you learn this?”

“Mmgh—!”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you? How many men have you serviced like this?” His tone was sharp, dangerous.

So that was it—he thought I was too practiced. He was misunderstanding.

Let him misunderstand a little more.

Smirking inwardly, I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to the back of my skull. Vasily gave a short laugh, then clutched my hair—hard.

“Khhuugh!”

His strength forced my head down sharply, driving his cock brutally into my throat. I gagged and instinctively tried to pull back, but his grip allowed no escape.

“Ha…”

While I coughed and choked, Vasily merely chuckled softly. His shaft twitched against my tongue.

Then he began to move me.

There was no gentleness. His cold flesh scraped down my throat as he withdrew, only to slam in again mercilessly. My head was wrenched back and forth, the thick shaft battering ceaselessly inside me.

“Did you guide other Espers like this too?”

“Nngh—mmphfhh…!”

“Or was it that bastard who didn’t even prep you before shoving it in? Tell me, so I can track each one down—and kill them.”

His hand yanked with each word, forcing me deeper. His voice carried genuine fury. But there was no answer I could give—not when my mouth was stuffed full of him. And none of the phantom partners he imagined even existed.

“Maybe that’s why you came to this hotel. To meet someone else. Don’t tell me—you planned to roll around with another man while I was right next door?”

His voice darkened with a dangerous edge. Each thrust grew harsher than the last. My plan to stoke his anger had worked—but in truth, I regretted it. His rage only came back on me.

A sharp split tore at my lips—I tasted blood. My throat burned raw, certain to bruise if this continued.

The sound of gagging and wet friction mixed into obscene echoes.

I decided—I had to make him finish quickly. I forced my throat open, taking him as deep as I could, running my tongue firmly along the shaft.

His grip tightened on my hair.

“With skill like this, I almost regret assuming you were inexperienced.”

“Hmmghhh—!”

“You were never the type to enjoy being treated gently. You’ve always wanted rough handling, haven’t you?”

As he spoke, Vasily pressed his foot between my legs.

I jolted—the weight bore down, grinding against the front of my pants. My body shivered violently. I tried to recoil, only for his cock to slam deeper into my throat again.

His hand prevented me from moving. My mouth, my throat—it barely even felt like mine anymore.

“Nhkh—! Ghh—hhffkh—!”

Agonized noises slipped free each time the shaft rammed my throat. My fists clutched at his clothes, but he continued anyway, using my mouth like it were nothing more than a vessel for his lust.

The heat of him had grown unbearable. No longer icy, his cock had absorbed my warmth—radiating hotter than flesh should.

And amid the humiliation—the pressure of his foot on me only worsened it. Despite my struggles, my own erection pressed stiffly against the fabric. Shame exploded in me, burning hotter than any touch. He knew.

Thump!

Suddenly, Vasily thrust up hard. My face slammed to his stomach, my nose jarring painfully against his abdomen as his cock buried down my throat to the hilt.

“Khhuugh—!”

The shaft pulsed violently.

Then I felt it—thick heat erupting. Spilling. Seeping not only into my mouth but straight down, running through my throat in surging streams I couldn’t even try to swallow.

“Ghhkkh—!”

By the time he pulled free, I was choking. The emptiness of my throat filled instantly with air, ragged coughing bursting from me. Oxygen stabbed burning hot into my lungs. My head spun faint and dazed.

Vasily caught my wrist, hauling me up. My body swayed; I could barely stand. Spots blurred in my vision.

“Ugh—!”

He threw me down onto the bed. When my senses refocused, he was above me again, lowering his lips as though to kiss.

Panic surged. I thrust a trembling hand up, blocking his face. My refusal made his brow twist darkly.

“…I did what you wanted.”

“And?”

“Keep your end of the deal. You seemed satisfied enough.”

Vasily gave a laugh—short, disbelieving. But he couldn’t deny it. I’d given him exactly the rough pleasure he demanded.

His breath came hard, ragged, his stare filled with raw hunger.

He hovered above me, ready to devour me whole, like predator over prey. My hand on his face trembled, but I refused to look away.

“…Fine. I’ll keep my word.”

After a long stand-off, he finally withdrew. I scrambled off the bed, wiping the drool and release still smeared around my mouth.

I had to get out—before he thought better of it.

I darted to the door. I’d just caught hold of the knob when his voice struck me from behind.

“Next time, Guide Kwon Gidam… I’ll watch and see how you manage to slip free.”

I did not answer. I only closed the door hard behind me.

“…Damn it.”

Straight into the bathroom I went, rinsing my mouth again and again. The heat and taste of him still clung disgustingly, reminding me of all that had just happened.

When the water finally ran clean and no taste lingered but that of the tap, I looked into the mirror.

My eyes were rimmed red, tears still hanging faintly at the corners. My lips were split, blood staining them.

So this pathetic wreck was what I had shown Vasily.

A hollow laugh slipped from me. Still—better this, than confessing the truth. Better to accept humiliation than expose that I had died once and regressed.

At least, I told myself, I had avoided the very worst outcome.