TGIC Ch 131(NSFW)

Chapter 131(NSFW)

After leaving the Guide Association, I bought a few basic clothes nearby and returned home.

Running into Joo Woyeon had delayed me a little, so I entered cautiously, wary of being noticed. Fortunately, Vasily’s shoes were nowhere in sight.

He had not yet returned.

Relieved, I stepped inside, put away the new clothes, and went to bed early.

Staring blankly at the dark ceiling, I blinked slowly.

Who would have thought that lying alone in a bed could feel so precious? It had only been a few days in Vasily’s room, yet the last time I slept in peace already felt distant.

And today, I was wearing pajamas instead of a suit; the comfort was doubled.

There was quite some time before midnight, so I closed my eyes.

He said he would return before then — if I fell asleep first, he might not wake me.

I fell asleep feeling genuinely content.

Click.

The sound of the front door opening jolted my eyes wide open.

Footsteps echoed, soft against the floor.

What time was it?

The sky outside was still dark. I grabbed my phone.

3 a.m.

So he was late.

He had always been punctual, almost obsessively so. To be late — that was unusual.

But his reasons did not concern me. I shut my eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

Sleep tugged at me again quickly. I was nearly under when—

Creaaak.

The bedroom door opened.

Through the haze of half-consciousness, I sensed Vasily staring down at me. He was probably checking whether I was asleep. Good. Now he would leave—

Thud.

A heavy weight pressed down on me.

“Ugh!”

The breath was knocked out of my lungs. I snapped fully awake.

“What are you doing!”

“Seeing you sleeping made me sleepy too.”

“Then go sleep in your room!”

“Mmm…”

He ignored me, settling in as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His chest pressed hard against my sternum, and I struggled to breathe. If this continued, he would smother me to death.

“Just— get off, you’re crushing me.”

I forced my arms up, pushing him. My palm brushed cold skin through his clothes, and I frowned.

“You didn’t go to the Gate alone, did you?”

“I finished every Gate scheduled until next week. The last one opened late, so it took a bit.”

“Why would you do that! Your aura is a mess!”

My raised voice made his head throb, and he groaned. I lowered my tone; he rested his cheek against my shoulder.

“I didn’t want our time together being interrupted.”

Even with his aura in chaos, Vasily appeared relaxed.

Meanwhile, my thoughts raced.

He had rampaged recently, hadn’t he? In six years, he had never once lost control — but here, he had, after less than a year.

If we were lovers, Guiding should not have been in shortage.

Did that mean this world’s Vasily was prone to rampage?

His cold breath brushed my neck. A chill crawled up my spine.

Don’t tell me… he’s going to rampage again?

I had died once due to his rampage. I could not face that again.

There was one way to prevent it: Guiding.

Every instinct in me rejected the idea — yet letting an S-class rampage again was unthinkable.

His chaotic aura seeped into me with each second. After a long moment, I exhaled and made up my mind.

…There was no choice.

Better Guiding than death.

“Vasily-nim, how are you feeling?”

“Hmm… a little light-headed. Haven’t used my power in a while.”

“Then I’ll guide you.”

He lifted his head immediately, studying my face.

“Are you sure? You’re still injured.”

“I received treatment. Once won’t kill me.”

The wound ached faintly, but if I avoided putting pressure on it, I would manage. I had received an antidote hours ago — the contamination should be weakened.

I expected him to accept immediately, but silence stretched. Vasily simply stared at me.

Only then did I understand — he was recalling the last time, when I had trembled in fear, paralyzed, just before guiding.

That day, forced into it, memory of violation had overlapped reality. My body had seized in terror.

I was not fine now either. But I had no alternative. Rampage was worse.

At least after a night’s rest, my body felt steadier. I could collapse again afterward.

“I didn’t plan to touch you until you were fully healed…”

“So? Do you refuse the Guiding?”

“If you offer it first, why would I refuse?”

He finally rose from atop me and began removing his clothes. Seeing that, I snorted. Of course he would never decline.

His jacket and tie slid onto the sheets. I tugged my pajama bottoms off sluggishly, leaving my upper half clothed beneath the blanket.

He glanced over.

“Not taking off your shirt?”

“Must I?”

“You don’t have to.”

He leaned close, lips nearing mine. I pressed my palm against his mouth.

“Don’t drag it out. Just finish quickly.”

“You’re shaking. Are you sure?”

His cold lips brushed my hand. I glanced down — my fingers trembled. My body was reacting on instinct, bracing for pain.

“It’s because I’m cold. Ignore it.”

I dropped my hand over my eyes and forced my body to relax, teeth clenched. I waited for the familiar pain— but instead, something wet and cool enveloped me below.

“Ah…?”

I jerked and looked down. Vasily’s lips were wrapped around me.

“W-what are you doing…?”

“You looked tense. Let me ease you first.”

“Mmn— don’t talk with it in your— no! Stop, spit it out!”

My hips twitched as his tongue traced along the underside, lifting heat to my skull. Breath scattered; my voice trembled.

“St-stop… ngh…”

“Feels good?”

“N-no— nghh…”

“For someone who says no… you look like you like it.”

I could barely breathe.

“S-stop this and just— ngh— just do it…”

“If I enter you now, you’ll tear.”

“You never cared about me tearing before!”

The words burst out before I could stop them — and I froze. I clamped my hand over my mouth.

I had spoken as though I remembered.

If he asked— I had no excuse.

But Vasily wasn’t angry.

He looked… pleased. Terrifyingly so.

“I see… So that bastard was me.”

A low murmur.

My stomach dropped.

A bad feeling rose like ice water in my veins.