Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 102
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His massive body cast a long shadow over me as it drew closer. I involuntarily shrank back.
But he was just reaching for a small box on the bedside table.
He effortlessly sat up again. I felt embarrassed for having been tense on my own.
Claude, meanwhile, was absorbed in opening the box and didn’t notice my discomfort.
So… what is that?
Confused, I soon realized. The syringe and fluorescent blue medicine he had just taken out of the box were familiar to me.
It was an imprint prevention kit.
[Love without responsibility is NOT true love.]
Posters with this slogan and the fluorescent blue fluid depicted were plastered at the entrances of both Esper and Guide dorms.
Meaning, while the Center won’t interfere with Espers and Guides sharing love, if it leads to imprinting, be prepared for the consequences.
With vigorous Espers and Guides living together in a confined space, naturally, pairs with mutual attraction would form. The issue is that their s****l relations could inadvertently lead to imprinting.
Compared to Espers, there were significantly fewer Guides, about 10 to 1. Typically, more than 15 Espers were assigned to a single Guide for regular guiding sessions.
So, if a Guide imprints and can only guide one Esper for life, it’s undesirable not only among themselves but also for the entire Center organization.
For this reason, the Center strictly regulates imprinting between Espers and Guides. Unauthorized imprinting could accidentally land an Esper in prison for years.
Of course, not all s****l relations between Espers and Guides lead to imprinting. However, the probability significantly increases once the match rate exceeds 50%.
Meaning, with Claude and me having a match rate over 90%, even a single encounter could directly lead to imprinting, necessitating the precautionary use of an imprint prevention kit.
Yes, it’s absolutely necessary, but…
“…When did you prepare that?”
I asked, narrowing my eyes and looking up at him. I’m sure I hadn’t seen that until just this morning.
Then he casually responded,
“You said you didn’t want to imprint.”
“Aha….”
So, when I said just this morning that I didn’t want to go as far as imprinting… he smartly picked it up on his way home, realizing the code black was a false alarm?
…Quite prepared, isn’t he?
While I was lost in thoughts, Claude transferred the fluid from the bottle into the syringe and injected it into his forearm without hesitation.
Ugh, the needle was so large it made me grimace, but he seemed unaffected.
However, the surprise wasn’t the size of the needle.
He took out another syringe from the box and injected himself again right away.
“……?”
I sat up abruptly, bewildered.
“Why are you taking two? The recommended dose is one per day, what if you get a shock!”
“…….”
He looked down at me with a strange gaze for a moment and then…
…without answering, he pulled out a third syringe and injected himself again.
“?”
What’s this about?
He insisted on injecting that seemingly dangerous fluorescent blue fluid three times.
Then, he pulled me towards him in my bewilderment.
Ah, in a moment, my top was gone, and oh, in the next, my bottom was gone too, leaving me bare in an instant.
Twisting with embarrassment, my body was laid down, and Claude, undeterred, began to marvel.
“…How can your entire body be this soft and squishy?”
His hands were so large. Almost covering my entire stomach beneath them.
I answered, panting,
“Be, because I gained weight….”
“What?”
“What?”
“…….”
Claude was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking.
Ah, is this it…?
“Indeed, you are the most interesting person in the world to me.”
His lips, holding back laughter, repeatedly touched my cheek. As I received a barrage of kisses, I realized belatedly.
So, this was some kind of bedside talk to set the mood before getting intimate.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, my cheeks flushed, and his hand that had been around my stomach suddenly moved up.
“Ah….”
I shivered. His large hand had grasped my chest.
As he gently kneaded the flesh in his hand, Claude said…
“…Really, so soft.”
He looked as if he had some great realization, stating the obvious.
