TGIC Ch 79

Chapter 79

 

When I suddenly pressed my lips to his, Vasily flinched in surprise. The arms wrapped around my waist loosened slightly, but not enough to completely free me.

Taking advantage of the gap between his slightly parted lips, I slipped my tongue inside. Soon, I found the cold flesh within and entwined mine around it.

“Haa…”

In most media, kisses are described as hot and sweet, but kissing Vasily was the exact opposite.

His tongue, his saliva, even his breath were cold as ice. It felt as if I were holding an eternal shard of frozen water in my mouth. The longer the kiss continued, the more my tongue tingled, and the warmth was stolen from my lips until they nearly matched his frigid temperature.

Pain was already spreading inside my mouth; sensation dulled, and my tongue stiffened with each passing moment.

“Ugh…?”

As I continued guiding him, moving my numbed tongue, the arms around my waist shifted—then slipped under my clothes. The moment his cold fingertips touched my skin, my body shuddered violently.

I had thought my body had already cooled enough during the guiding, yet Vasily’s temperature was even lower. His hand beneath my clothes traced up along my spine, slowly climbing higher. It felt as though a large snake were slithering up my back, and tension rippled through me involuntarily.

Vasily’s hand roamed ceaselessly. Stroking my back, circling my waist, constantly exploring my body. Then it struck me—he was seeking warmth.

“Hnn… Vasily… mmph…”

Noticing that my body grew hot each time he touched sensitive spots, he deliberately rubbed those areas with languid, persistent strokes.

His slow, caressing movements clouded my mind; every time his icy fingers brushed over my weaker points, my waist jerked reflexively.

The arms around my waist had long since released me, yet I couldn’t bring myself to shove him away.

The hand that had wandered along my spine now trailed lower, then climbed again toward my abdomen. Only when it reached just below my chest did a sense of alarm crash over me.

Before breaking away, I bit his lips hard, pouring every drop of my pent‑up resentment into it.

The one soft part of his body jolted violently. I’d bitten so hard that the taste of blood spread thickly through my mouth.

I immediately tore myself free from his hold.

Once liberated, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, smearing away saliva mixed with cold blood.

“Have you come to your senses now?”

I asked, staring at Vasily, whose wide eyes watched me in shock, his hand covering his mouth. Panting from the prolonged kiss, I steadied my breathing as I glared at him.

Then, onto the white sheets, something began to drip.

When I glanced down, I saw red drops falling from his lips.

“…”

A brief silence hung in the air.

“Since you seem to be in your right mind now, I’ll take my leave.”

Pretending not to notice anything else, I opened the door and stepped out of the room. Less than an hour had passed since we began guiding, but considering what had just happened, Vasily wouldn’t dare complain.

“Haa…”

The moment I stepped out, the warm air rushed into my shrunken lungs. The drastic shift in temperature stole my breath for a second before I gradually exhaled in relief.

I checked my body first. The flushed, frostbitten patches on my skin suggested I’d suffered mild frostbite.

Damn it… any longer and I’d have been the one carried to the hospital, not Vasily.

Freezing to death in the middle of summer—what a joke. I let out a hollow laugh and headed straight for the bathroom to strip off my clothes.

Hot water cascaded down from my crown, heat blooming through my chilled body. Who knew warm water could feel this blissful?

Closing my eyes, I savored the warmth as it thawed the parts of me frozen solid by guiding Vasily. The cold that had seeped into my bones slowly receded, starting from my skin outward.

Creak.

Half-asleep, I felt the bed shake suddenly and opened my eyes. Peering through the darkness, I saw Vasily climbing onto the mattress.

“Esper Vasily…?”

I called his name in a drowsy voice.

It was the middle of the night. At this late hour, there was only one reason he’d come to me.

“Do you need guiding?”

I quietly checked his state as I asked, but Vasily only pressed himself against me, wordlessly burying himself in my arms.

What’s going on? Confused, I looked down at him—only for his cold hand to slip under my pajamas.

“…! Wh‑what…!”

“Shhh… I’ll make you feel good.”

He whispered in my ear as his hand slid into my pants. Before I realized it, his icy fingers had slipped past my underwear and gently grasped me below.

“Ugh…!”

A strangled moan escaped as I arched instinctively at the sudden jolt of pleasure. My eyes flew open—

“…”

The familiar ceiling came into view.

I glanced around silently, but of course, Vasily was nowhere to be found. Sunlight filtered through the window, and the room was bright, not dark.

A dream? With a long sigh, I dragged a hand down my face. What a ridiculous dream… but then I felt the dampness in my underwear.

No way… please, no… I cautiously lifted my clothes to check.

“…Ha.”

Of course. Exactly what I feared. I squeezed my eyes shut.

A wet dream? And with Vasily, of all people?

My mind went blank as a wave of crushing self‑loathing hit me.

This was all because Vasily had touched me so strangely that night.

I was barely twenty, bursting with youthful energy. Since my regression, I hadn’t done much about my pent‑up urges, and the stimulation had finally pushed me over the edge.

Silently, I went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Tossing the damp underwear into the sink, I washed away the evidence with splashing water—evidence I could never tell anyone about.

It was a perfectly normal bodily function, yet the fact that Vasily had been the trigger was deeply despairing. And to be stuck doing laundry first thing in the morning… the shame was unreal.

After washing my underwear, I sat back in my room, reflecting bitterly on my life.

Since I’d stormed out of Vasily’s room during guiding, I hadn’t seen him all weekend. Not that I was avoiding him—rather, it seemed he was avoiding me.

I’d gone to him since the four weekly guiding sessions hadn’t been used up, but his door remained shut. The only response was his voice from inside, insisting he didn’t need guiding.

Well, at least I’d gotten some rest over the weekend. But starting today, I had to go back to work. Which meant facing Vasily again.

“Of all things… why that dream…”

After finishing my preparations to head out, I peeked into the living room. Vasily sat on the sofa, staring out the window. The gloomy sky matched my mood. Judging by the raindrops clinging to the glass, it must have been raining.

A bad dream and bad weather—today was bound to go wrong. With that thought, I stepped out of my room and walked over to Vasily.

Even though we’d spent two days under the same roof without seeing each other, he didn’t feel distant. His familiar, expressionless face overlapped with the Vasily from my dream.

I quickly averted my gaze, awkward.

Having a wet dream about him when we’d barely even spoken—unforgivable. This secret would follow me to the grave.

“Esper, I’m ready to go.”

“Then let’s leave.”

Vasily rose nonchalantly. After avoiding me all weekend, was he planning to act as if nothing happened? Not even a word about almost freezing me to death?

Fine. I’d treat him normally too.

But that didn’t mean I’d forget what happened. Not now, not ever.

I left the house with Vasily.

As the car exited the underground parking lot, thick raindrops pattered against the windshield. I hadn’t checked the weather forecast, but I could tell it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

“The weather’s awful.”

“Do you hate rainy days?”

“Well… I guess so.”

They were humid and clammy, and getting wet left you feeling gross. I was sure I wasn’t the only one who felt that way—most people preferred clear skies.

“I hate sunny days.”

And Vasily was one of the rare exceptions.

“Sunlight feels like it’ll melt me away.”

It was similar to something he’d said before. Quietly, I turned to study his face.