Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 91

“E, Eep!”

“Ah!”

The hand I was holding slipped away as Claude, who had approached without me noticing, grabbed my arm.

The Esper I had been holding hands with was jerked away, stumbling backward.

“Agh!”

“Lord Claude!” I heard someone call out.

In an instant, Claude was surrounded by the watchful Esper security. But Claude paid them no mind, his menacing gaze fixed solely on me.

“Trying to keep up with your antics…”

I flinched at the sound of Claude grinding his teeth.

What, is he going to crush my bones with that grimace…?

As I stood there, frozen in fear, Claude took a seat right in front of me and removed his leather gloves, which were practically his second skin due to his severe mysophobia.

…Could it be that he’s planning to break my neck with his bare hands?

Just as I was trying to figure out what he was intending to do, he took my hands in his, those same hands that had just been grasping a stranger’s.

But instead of holding palm to palm like he did with the other Esper, he cupped the back of my hand.

Suddenly?

“Why, why are you doing this…”

“…”

Without responding, he simply pulled my hand closer.

Then, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against my palm.

His thick eyebrows, and beneath them, his long eyelashes appeared delicate as they gazed down.

The touch of his lips and his breath on my palm tickled. My fingertips turned cold and tingled, helplessly twitching.

He seemed like someone offering a fervent prayer, cradling my hand.

That unrealistically handsome man was kissing my hand in front of everyone…

……

Somehow, it felt wrong…

“Eek!”

Rattle—

Startled, I nearly fell off my chair when he suddenly extended his tongue and licked the length of my palm!

To the onlookers, it might have looked like he was merely resting his face in his hand, but I couldn’t pretend it was nothing.

His hot tongue gently roamed my palm, probing between my fingers and grazing the soft flesh with his teeth.

No matter how much I tried to pull my hand away, it was futile.

Squirming in my seat, I was a bundle of nerves.

“A, Are you crazy…?”

But more than anything, what I couldn’t bear was his gaze. At some point, he started looking at me directly, those unfathomable eyes piercing through me.

Thump, thump, thump.

My heart was pounding for an entirely different reason than a few minutes ago.

Every moment felt like it was in slow motion.

Even though others might not have noticed, I saw it clearly.

Claude, who had buried his lips deeply in my palm, extended his red tongue.

First, it tickled with its pointed tip, then the broader surface pressed warmly against it. His hot, sticky tongue roamed my palm and fingers, slow but unmistakably deliberate… and provocative.

With his cold, ascetic face, he licked me ravenously, like a thirsty beast.

It felt like having s*x with hands in broad daylight in front of so many people.

…He must really be insane.

Just then.

Beep, beep, beep!

The previously still wavelength line on the monitor suddenly began to fluctuate.

I was so shocked by the situation that I hadn’t even realized the guiding had started. When I finally came to, I noticed that guiding energy was streaming from the palm Claude held.

The crowd in the examination room, who had been watching incredulously, was naturally stirred up.

“What’s going on? Is the guiding happening now?”

“Does that mean… she’s imprinted with Claude? When she held hands with the other Esper, there was clearly no wavelength.”

“But it took a while for the guiding to start even with Claude holding her hand.”

“Could it be a malfunction?”

“…Has something like this ever happened?”

When a person enters water, they naturally expect to get wet.

The fact that guiding occurs when a Guide and an Esper touch is as natural and accepted as this to the people of this world.

But then I appeared, breaking this fundamental rule. I am a mutant Guide who doesn’t guide with mere contact, therefore indistinguishable from an ordinary non-ability person most of the time.

The guiding stopped soon, and the wavelength line on the monitor quieted down again.

However, the confusion over my identity persisted, and the murmuring only grew louder.