By Zephyria 
We arrived home in no time.
Vasily was still in a low mood. Seeing the chill leaking from his body for a while now, it seemed he was in need of guiding.
I remained silent, recalling the scene where massive ice spears had slammed into the ground all at once. He had likely overused his abilities. Moreover, as an ice-ability user, the burns he sustained would make the pain even more severe.
Simple contact guiding might not be enough today. I might have no choice but to attempt a more intimate form of guiding. Depending on the situation… I felt I might have to consider mixing tongues.
Having mentally prepared myself to some extent, I approached Vasily.
“Esper Vasily, guiding…”
I tried to grab his arm, but before I could even touch his blackened sleeve, Vasily brushed my hand away.
Slap. He hit my hand so hard that it stung. Clutching my throbbing hand, I looked at him with a face full of questions.
“I don’t need guiding, so just go into your room and stay put.”
“…?”
He commanded in a frigid voice. While I was quite bewildered, Vasily brushed past me.
Why is he in such a foul mood?
He definitely needs guiding. In such an unstable state, it wouldn’t be strange if he had already lunged at me to attempt mucosal guiding.
Thinking something was off, I followed him and asked.
“Do you not need guiding?”
As I followed closely behind him, I heard the sound of ice cracking from somewhere. I turned my head toward the source of the sound.
“…!”
His hand, caught in my line of sight, was half-covered in ice. Seeing the back of his hand, which was so pale it looked white, I froze on the spot.
“If I receive guiding right now, I might freeze Guide Kwon Gi-dam. So go into your room, shut your mouth, and stay quiet.”
“….”
Vasily glanced back at me as I stood frozen there, then entered his room without another word. I was left standing alone in the middle of the living room.
Standing in the dim living room, I sank into thought.
As Vasily said, guiding right now was dangerous. It seemed better to try again once his condition calmed down a bit.
However, if I did that, Vasily would have to endure the pain until then… Knowing that he was suffering in the space beyond that door, I couldn’t bring myself to just go back to my room and get a good night’s rest.
‘Let’s just close my eyes and try it once.’
Before the regression, there were many times I suffered frostbite while guiding Vasily when he was in a bad state like this. Still, perhaps thanks to my sturdy constitution, I never suffered from any lasting aftereffects.
Right, let’s just try. If it feels truly dangerous, I can stop then. With that thought, I headed toward Vasily’s room.
Click.
I entered the dark room and quietly closed the door.
As I turned my head, my eyes met Vasily’s as he sat perched on the edge of the bed. His eerie gaze glared at me for entering the room without permission.
“I told you not to come in.”
Hearing the murderous warning, I opened my mouth, pretending to be composed.
“Am I not Esper Vasily’s dedicated Guide? You look to be in bad shape, so I will provide guiding.”
Vasily stared at me with cold eyes and continued as if muttering.
“Guide Kwon Gi-dam… doesn’t seem to value his own life? I knew it from your usual behavior, but still.”
“I’ve done dangerous things to the point of being sick of it.”
At those words, Vasily chuckled.
“Then come here and try guiding me, then.”
Vasily brushed his hair back as if it were absurd that I answered him without backing down. However, as if his mood had improved, his sharp voice had softened considerably.
Though I spoke confidently, nervousness washed over me as I actually prepared to proceed with the guiding. I glanced down at his hand. Ice was still frosting the surface of his skin.
Clenching my trembling hands, I stepped in front of Vasily.
Meeting the eyes of Vasily, who was looking up at me silently, I carefully placed my hand on his cheek. A chilly wavelength was felt through my fingertips.
Vasily gently closed his eyes and leaned his cheek into my palm. His quietly resting eyelashes tickled my palm. It was cold, but not enough to freeze my hand.
I slowly lowered my head and pressed my lips to his.
His lips were chilly. His breath and the saliva moistening his lips were colder than usual, making it feel like I was kissing ice.
Vasily, who had been receiving the kiss passively, suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. I flinched at the touch against my body, but I didn’t feel my skin freezing. Realizing that Vasily was controlling his abilities as usual, I relaxed.
As we kissed more deeply, my back eventually touched the bed. A cold hand slid inside my clothes.
“Hng…”
Chilly fingers massaged my chest before brushing against the nipple. I hurriedly clenched my teeth to stifle the sound.
The hand that had been wandering my chest soon slowly moved downward. It seemed to stroke my waist suggestively, and soon fingers swept down my spine.
“Heeuk!”
At that cold sensation, my waist arched involuntarily.
Taking advantage of the gap as my waist loosened, his hand entered my pants. I hurriedly pulled my lips away and grabbed his wrist to stop the hand that had invaded my underwear.
“Wa-wait… there…”
“You’re hard.”
“…!”
Startled, I looked down. There was no way. It had to be a lie…
It was real. My lower half was standing taut.
“This makes no sense…”
My eyes shook violently. I urgently denied reality, thinking something was wrong.
Seeing me confused, Vasily chuckled and gripped my member.
“Ugh…”
I let out a groan through clenched teeth. While my mind was stolen by the touch softly stroking my member, my body had become completely stripped of every shred of clothing before I knew it.
A warning screamed loudly in my head that this was dangerous. I had come here with the intention of guiding Vasily, but that was only up to mixing tongues. I had no intention whatsoever of doing this.
If this continued, we would definitely cross the line. I tried to hurriedly push him away and escape, but I paused at Vasily’s following question.
“Have you done it with a man?”
“…I have.”
If I ran away now, he would definitely think I was fleeing because I lacked experience. Useless pride held my ankles.
It wasn’t a lie. Before the regression, I had mixed bodies with Vasily to the point of exhaustion while guiding. It was just that currently, this was a body without that experience.
I almost reflexively answered that I hadn’t, but since that would only make Vasily feel better, I delivered the ambiguous truth.
“Hmm… is that so?”
Vasily reacted as if he were displeased by the fact that I had experience. I was inwardly smiling, satisfied by that sight, when he suddenly lowered his head and took my member into his mouth.
I was horrified by the sight of my member entering beyond his prettily parted lips.
This had never happened before? This guy, who always just forced his way in without any foreplay, why…
“Ugh… hng…”
My head snapped back from the intense stimulation enveloping my member. A cold, firm tongue softly wrapped around and rubbed my member.
I clenched my teeth and barely held back a groan against the pleasure rushing in like a tidal wave.
“Wait… ugh…”
The feeling of ejaculation rushed in quickly, and I hurriedly pushed Vasily’s hair away, but Vasily held on and wouldn’t let me go. His silver hair became a mess in my grip.
“Augh!”
The groan I had barely suppressed burst out, and my mouth opened wide. My waist, arched like a bow, trembled in the air. Even then, Vasily still had my member in his mouth.
Vasily only let me go after I had ejaculated until the very end.
Panting, I blankly watched Vasily spit my semen into his palm before our eyes met. As I whipped my head away to avoid his gaze, Vasily let out a small laugh.
However, as my legs were spread and I felt something touch between my buttocks, I had no choice but to turn my head back to him. From the slick sensation wetting the area around the entrance, I realized it was the semen I had just ejaculated.
“What are you trying to…!”
“Of course I have to loosen you up. You said you’ve done it, so you don’t even know that?”
Vasily asked me in a tone as if wondering why I was so surprised.
“…I’ve never done it after loosening the back.”
“What kind of son of a bitch did you do it with that you did it without loosening the back?”
“….”
I couldn’t find the words.
That son of a bitch was you.
I wondered how Vasily would react if he found out he was that son of a bitch. I became a bit curious, but since I had no intention of revealing that I had regressed, I kept my mouth shut.