By Zephyria 
When I suddenly kissed him, Vasily flinched as if surprised. The hand wrapped around my waist loosened, but not enough to let go completely.
Taking advantage of the slight gap where his lips parted, I slid my tongue inside. Soon, I found a cold piece of flesh and curled around it.
“Haa…”
Usually, kisses are described in various media as hot and sweet, but kissing Vasily was the exact opposite.
Vasily’s tongue, his saliva, and even the breath he exhaled were as cold as ice. It felt as if I were holding a piece of ice in my mouth that would never melt. The longer we kissed, the more my tongue tingled, and my lips, robbed of their heat, began to match his body temperature.
My mouth was already starting to ache. I could feel my senses dulling and my tongue gradually stiffening.
“Ugh…”
While I continued the guiding, moving my tingling tongue, the arm around my waist shifted and slid inside my clothes. The moment his cold fingertips touched my skin, my body shuddered.
I thought my own body had become cold enough while guiding Vasily, but Vasily’s body temperature was even lower. Vasily’s hand, now inside my clothes, traveled up my spine. It felt as if a giant snake were crawling up my back, and I unconsciously tensed up.
Vasily’s hand continuously groped my body. He caressed my back, circled my waist, and kept exploring. Suddenly, I realized that this was an act of searching for warmth.
“Hng… Vasili… mmp…”
Perhaps noticing that my body grew hot whenever he stimulated sensitive areas, he continued to slowly rub only the places where I reacted most sensitively.
My mind went blank under the slow caress of his hand, and my waist twitched whenever those cold fingertips brushed against my weak spots.
The arm around my waist had long since loosened. Despite that, I couldn’t bring myself to push Vasily away forcefully.
The touch that had been lingering on my spine passed through my lower abdomen and moved upward. Only when his hand reached just below my chest did a sense of crisis hit me—I couldn’t let this go on.
Before pulling away, I bit his lip hard one last time, fueled by a sense of revenge.
As I clamped down on the only tender part of his body, Vasily’s frame jolted. I must have bitten him quite hard, as the taste of blood filled my mouth.
I quickly escaped from Vasily’s embrace.
Once free, I wiped the saliva from my lips with the back of my hand. Cold blood was wiped away along with the spit.
“Are you feeling more lucid now?”
I asked Vasily, who was staring at me with surprised eyes, covering his mouth. I gazed at him, catching my breath, which had grown ragged from the long kiss.
Then, something dripped onto the white duvet. Looking down, I saw red droplets of blood flowing from his lips.
“…”
A brief silence followed.
“Since you seem to have come to your senses, I’ll be going now.”
Pretending I hadn’t seen anything, I opened the door and left the room. It hadn’t even been an hour since I started guiding, but since Vasily had done what he did, he wouldn’t dare complain.
“Haa…”
The moment I stepped out of the room, hot air rushed into my shrunken lungs. My breath hitched for a moment due to the sudden temperature difference, but gradually, I was able to breathe comfortably again.
First, I checked my physical condition. Seeing that my frozen, red skin felt stinging, it seemed I had suffered mild frostbite.
Damn it… If I had stayed a little longer, I would have been the one rushed to the hospital instead of Vasily.
I almost froze to death in the middle of summer. Freezing to death in this heat. Letting out a hollow laugh, I went straight into the bathroom and took off my clothes.
As I poured hot water over the crown of my head, heat bloomed across my entire body again. I never knew warm water could feel this welcoming.
Closing my eyes, I basked in the warmth and thawed my body, which had frozen over while guiding Vasily. The chill that had seeped into my very bones gradually faded from the surface of my skin.
* * *
Screech.
I woke up feeling the bed suddenly shake in my sleep. Looking around in the darkness, I saw Vasily climbing onto the bed.
“Esper Vasily…”
I called his name in a half-asleep voice.
It was the middle of the night. There was only one reason Vasily would visit me at such a late hour.
“Do you need guiding?”
I asked, quietly checking his condition, but Vasily simply lay on top of me and burrowed into my embrace without a word. Why is he doing this? As I looked down at him in confusion, a cold hand slid smoothly inside my pajamas.
“…! Wh-what are you…”
“Shh… I’ll make you feel good.”
Vasily whispered in my ear as he slid his hand inside my pants. His cold hand, which had reached my underwear before I knew it, lightly gripped my lower half.
“Ngh…”
I gasped sharply at the surge of pleasure. And at that moment, my eyes snapped open.
“…”
I saw a familiar ceiling.
I quietly scanned my surroundings. Naturally, Vasily was nowhere to be seen. Thanks to the sunlight filtering through the window, the room wasn’t dark.
Was it a dream? I let out a deep sigh and wiped my face. I thought to myself that I was having some strange dream, but in the midst of that, I felt my underwear was damp.
Surely not… Praying that it wasn’t, I peeked under my clothes.
“Ha…”
Sure enough. Confirming the expected sight, I squeezed my eyes shut.
A wet dream? And with Vasily of all people?
My mind went blank, and an overwhelming sense of self-loathing washed over me.
This is all Vasily’s fault for groping my body so strangely.
My body was at a vigorous age, having just turned twenty. Since my regression, I hadn’t really dealt with my sexual urges, so the accumulated desire had been stimulated and finally exploded.
I quietly entered the bathroom and turned on the water. Then, I put the damp underwear into the sink. Along with the splashing sound, the evidence that I could tell no one gradually disappeared.
It was a perfectly normal physiological phenomenon, but the fact that the partner was Vasily was utterly despairing. Moreover, having to clean up after myself first thing in the morning made the self-loathing even worse.
After washing my underwear, I returned to my room and took a moment to contemplate my life.
Since rushing out of Vasily’s room during guiding, I hadn’t seen his face over the weekend. It wasn’t that I was avoiding him. Rather, Vasily was the one refusing to encounter me.
Since the four-times-a-week guiding quota hadn’t been filled yet, I had gone to see him, but the door wouldn’t open, and I only heard a voice from inside saying that guiding wasn’t necessary.
Thanks to that, I rested well throughout the weekend, but I had to go back to work starting today. That meant I would have to keep facing Vasily.
“Of all the dreams to have…”
After finishing my preparations to go out, I peeked into the living room and saw Vasily sitting on the sofa. The sky stretching outside the window looked gloomy. Judging by the droplets on the glass, it seemed to be raining.
I had a nasty dream, and now even the weather was overcast. Thinking that today somehow wouldn’t go as planned, I stepped out of my room.
I walked over and stood in front of Vasily.
Although we hadn’t faced each other for two days while living in the same house, he didn’t feel strange, as if I had been seeing his face all along. Over his usual expressionless face, the image of Vasily from my dream overlapped.
I unnaturally averted my gaze.
To have a wet dream about Vasily, despite barely having any conversation—this was a fact I had to take to my grave no matter what.
“Esper, I am ready.”
“Then let’s depart.”
Vasily answered nonchalantly and stood up. Was he planning to treat me as usual despite avoiding me all weekend? He didn’t even say a single word to ask if I was okay, despite almost freezing me to death.
In that case, I should treat him as usual as well.
That didn’t mean what happened that day was erased. I had no intention of forgetting it.
I left the house with Vasily.
As we drove out of the underground parking lot, thick raindrops pelted the glass. I hadn’t checked the weather forecast, but I could tell this wasn’t a rain that would stop quickly.
“The weather is poor.”
“Do you dislike rainy days?”
“Well… I suppose so.”
It’s humid and damp, and if you get wet for no reason, your whole body feels soggy. I can’t be the only one who thinks this. I was certain that far more people preferred sunny days.
“I dislike sunny days.”
And Vasily was one of those few people.
“Because I feel as if my body would melt if I touched the sunlight.”
It was similar to something I had heard before. I quietly turned my head and looked at Vasily’s face.