TGIC Ch 145(NSFW)

Chapter 145(NSFW)

 

His utter lack of intent to conceal it left me not even angry.

 

All that, just for something so trivial… He could have truly died.

 

When Vasily collapsed into my arms, bleeding, my heart plummeted as though it had fallen from a height. Once I had loathed him, wished him gone forever, yet the sight of him unresponsive no matter how many times I called his name turned my mind blank white.

 

I must admit it now: I cannot go on without Vasily any longer.

 

I have grown far too accustomed to those cool eyes that always fix upon me, to the chill of his body that greedily seeks my warmth. The absence of him at my side now leaves me hollow, achingly empty.

 

I do not know precisely when it began. We have spent so much time together, endured so many things. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment, yet at some point he had rooted himself deeply, irrevocably, into the very fabric of my daily life.

 

I exhaled shortly and let my head drop.

 

“Never… do something like that again.”

 

Silence settled between us. Feeling his gaze, I lifted my eyes and met his.

 

We regarded one another wordlessly until I bowed my head first and pressed my lips to his.

 

What began as a light kiss swiftly deepened; damp breaths mingled, tongues entwined. The air had ignited the instant our mouths met, and since we both knew guiding was urgently required, this progression felt entirely inevitable.

 

“Haa…”

 

I drew back, steadying my breath as I looked down at him. His grey eyes, glistening with arousal, stared up at me as though he might devour me at any second.

 

My glance flicked toward the door.

 

No one would be wandering the corridors in the dead of night, yet a loud enough sound might summon someone to investigate. Unless I wished our guiding to become a public spectacle, locking the door seemed prudent.

 

“I’ll go lock it.”

 

The moment I made to rise, Vasily seized my wrist.

 

“You would leave my sight just to do it yourself?”

 

As soon as the words left him, a frigid aura leaked from his body. When I turned, the door was encased in ice thick enough to seem excessive.

 

“Anything you desire, simply say it. My power is yours to command, Guide Kwon Gidam.”

 

He knew full well there was no need to freeze it that thoroughly. It seemed he despised even the briefest interruption of guiding that much.

 

A soft laugh escaped me before I kissed him again.

 

As though lips alone were no longer sufficient, Vasily started to sit up. I pressed his torso back down and straddled his thighs.

 

“You mustn’t move. Tonight I shall take care of everything; lie still.”

 

“That… is rather a difficult request.”

 

Vasily could reverse our positions with ease if he wished, yet he refrained. The conflict was plain in his eyes: the urge to pin me beneath him warred with the desire to watch me move of my own accord. Beneath my hips his hardened length twitched noticeably.

 

I released a heated breath into the warm air drifting from the ceiling vent.

 

The private room in which Vasily lay had its heater turned high to counter the cold seeping from his unconscious body. Now that he was awake and no longer emanating frost, the air had grown steadily hotter.

 

Excitement only made it feel more oppressive. I stripped off my upper garments and discarded them; Vasily’s gaze traced every inch of exposed skin.

 

I slapped away the hand stealthily creeping toward my waist.

 

“Stay still.”

 

“Not even touching?”

 

“If you do not wish your wounds to reopen and be wheeled back into surgery, then merely watch.”

 

“Treating me entirely like an invalid.”

 

I ignored his grumbling, lifted my hips, and slid both trousers and underwear down together.

 

I wet my fingers in my mouth until they glistened, then guided them downward. After only briefly loosening myself, I withdrew them; Vasily spoke.

 

“That degree of preparation will hardly suffice.”

 

“I prepared thoroughly at home beforehand.”

 

The moment I admitted it aloud, Vasily froze. He clearly had not expected me to have readied myself in advance.

 

The surprise on his face at something I had done unthinkingly left me embarrassed. I averted my eyes for a second, then glanced back and asked softly,

 

“Would you care to verify?”

 

Slowly I drew his hand to my lower body. Vasily, who had been gazing with unmistakable hunger, did not hesitate; he reached eagerly beneath me.

 

One cool finger parted me and slipped inside. Then, confirming how thoroughly relaxed I already was, he added a second without delay.

 

“It’s true.”

 

“Nngh…”

 

A deep press against my inner walls sent my head tilting back as a moan escaped. The deliberate graze across my prostate made my body arch.

 

“At this point… you could take me raw and I wouldn’t tear.”

 

While speaking, he pushed his fingers still deeper. Though he had already confirmed I was ready, he deliberately curled them, teasing only the most sensitive places to savour my reactions.

 

Pleasure crept over me like a slow tide. I half-collapsed atop him, mouth open, panting.

 

It was utterly unlike when I had prepared alone at home. The movement of those cold fingers felt vivid; everywhere they passed blazed into erogenous heat.

 

Clear fluid already beaded and dripped from the tip of my straining erection. I desperately wanted release from this torment, yet I refused to climax merely from being toyed with by his fingers.

 

“Enough… I’ll put it in now.”

 

I caught his arm to halt him, then tugged down the lower half of his patient gown. His rigid length sprang free and lightly struck my rear.

 

I grasped it and brought the head to where his fingers had left me aching and empty. The cool tip touched my entrance.

 

Even that brief contact conveyed its daunting girth; I swallowed hard.

 

Though I had loosened myself well, the absence of lube would still make it difficult. The thing between his legs was scarcely believable as human.

 

Taking a deep breath, I gradually lowered my hips.

 

“Urgh…!”

 

The tight ring stretched around him as his length sank deeper under my weight. Had I relaxed my legs entirely I would have impaled myself in one motion, so I descended with caution.

 

“Nn… haa…”

 

Perhaps because the position was unfamiliar, stifling my moans proved impossible.

 

Being gazed up at, panting as I took him inside of my own accord—everything felt new. Always before I had been crushed beneath his massive frame, pounded senseless; riding him like this was a first.

 

“You look as though you’re struggling. Shall I assist?”

 

“No, thank you—ngh…”

 

Despite his offer, Vasily’s expression betrayed that he was the one barely enduring. I knew better than to trust that gentle tone; the instant I gave permission he would drive into me mercilessly.

 

My belly felt near to bursting, so I paused, legs tensed. While I caught my breath gazing at the faint bulge in my lower abdomen shaped unmistakably like him, two hands settled on my waist.

 

Their fierce grip foretold what was coming. The moment I tried to pry them away, Vasily yanked me downward.

 

“Aaah—!”

 

“Kgh…”

 

With a wet sound the remaining half of his shaft plunged inside in one ruthless thrust.

 

The crushing pressure stole my breath entirely. My insides compressed so violently I nearly retched. Strength fled my legs and I collapsed fully, yet by then he was buried to the hilt.

 

Trembling like something broken, I forced the words out.

 

“I told you… not to move…”

 

I had nearly come then and there. My own length jerked desperately, barely holding back release.

 

“Don’t be angry. You were so adorably clumsy—I only wished to help.”

 

Vasily murmured, loosely encircling my erection.

 

“Move your hips as though you’re thrusting into my hand.”

 

Any stimulation now would finish me instantly, so I had no desire to move. Yet under the slow, persistent stroking I found my hips rocking of their own accord.

 

Each roll drew him partly out before he slid back in, prodding insistently inside. The dual sensation—his length pressing deep while my front was teased—made my movements grow bolder.