Please Don’t Sponsor the Guide - Chapter 112

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Adrien had known from the start that if Samuel deliberately used his Guiding energy, she wouldn’t be able to resist. That was precisely why she had avoided Samuel so intensely from the moment he woke. If Samuel hadn’t sent a letter like this, perhaps she would never have opened the door.

What a cunning, clever man. But oddly enough—laughably—Adrien didn’t dislike him at all.

Just as she was about to let out a dry laugh, Adrien’s brow furrowed and he tensed. It was because Samuel’s burning hot, rigid tip was pressing against Adrien’s soft s*x. His shaft—already slick with some fluid—rubbed from Adrien’s c**t to her entrance a few times before finally pushing inside.

“Ah…!”

“Haah…”

They both cried out at once. The sensation of being filled completely, touched all the way inside, made Adrien’s head fall back. It was maddening.

His fingers had been nothing. Samuel’s flesh, dripping with fluid, throbbed and pulsed with Guiding. Every time Adrien unconsciously clenched around the shaft that filled her without gap, the Guiding grew denser.

It felt like she might climax from that alone. Her s*x burned hot, throbbing with a painfully intense pain. If just entering felt this way, what would happen when he started moving?

Overwhelmed by a rising anticipation he couldn’t hide, Adrien wrapped her arms around Samuel’s neck.

“Please tell me anytime you’re uncomfortable.”

That was unlikely to happen. Adrien, barely able to form words, shook her head, and Samuel began to slowly move his hips.

As the thick, hard shaft advanced and retreated, a hot sensation gradually rose from Adrien’s toes. She moved her hips naturally in time with Samuel’s rhythm, then wrapped her legs around his waist.

His pelvis lifted slightly, deepening the penetration. Adrien swallowed a small gasp, her brow furrowing. Samuel, who had been watching Adrien closely, kissed her furrowed forehead.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s not that…”

It’s just too good. Unable to finish the sentence, Adrien only pulled Samuel’s neck closer.

For Samuel, too, this was his limit. Every time his shaft squelched and rubbed through the flood of fluid, the pleasure that shot up his spine left him breathless. But he didn’t want to stop.

Samuel gradually quickened his pace. The heavy, rounded tip pressed deep inside Adrien with each thrust. As his movements grew rougher, Adrien’s breath grew more ragged.

“Hngh—hng!”

Each deep thrust made her dizzy with a tingling sensation. The heat that had been building, growing, finally reached its peak.

Her vision flickered. Adrien couldn’t even breathe, her toes curling. Her insides, highly aroused, clenched erratically. Samuel, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, reached his peak as well.

“Ah—ngh…!”

His hips tightened as he released inside Adrien. Not satisfied even then, he moved lazily inside Adrien that was already drenched with all manner of fluids.

Adrien, enjoying the lingering afterglow, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

“That’s enough.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to collapse again from lack of Guiding? Ensign, get off.”

Samuel blinked blankly, then let out a soft laugh. Instead of pulling out, he pressed his body against Adrien’s, still buried inside her, and held him close.

“Commander, have you forgotten? I’m not a Silver-level Guide anymore. Not an ensign either.”

…That’s right. She had forgotten. Samuel Norah was now a Guide of the same unmeasurable level as Adrien.

Finally, Adrien’s tense body relaxed, though moments ago she’d seemed ready to shove Samuel away. Her mind still hazy, all she felt was relief.

“Wasn’t the table too hard on your back?”

“…Do you sometimes forget I’m an Esper too, Captain?”

“Discomfort feels the same whether you’re an Esper or a Guide.”

Samuel smiled and gave Adrien a light kiss before rising. As he pulled back, his shaft slipped out. It was terribly, lewdly slick, so glossy it crossed the line from obscene to downright debauched.

“Shall we move to the bed?”

Samuel asked tenderly, his still half-hard shaft dangling.

Ridiculously, in that brief moment Samuel had been absent, Adrien had already felt empty.

Once she’d tasted this, she couldn’t hold back anymore. The pleasure of bonding with 98% compatibility and an unmeasurable Guide was beyond addictive.

“No. Do it right here.”

Adrien sat up abruptly, took Samuel by the wrist, and pushed him onto the long sofa. Straddling him, Adrien tore off the shirt he’d been wearing as if ripping it away. The moment his chest was exposed, Samuel’s gaze naturally drifted downward. His Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.

His shaft was already standing rigid again, poking at Adrien’s belly.

“Captain, now let me—”

“No.”