Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 67
“……W, What?”
“It’s okay.”
“?”
An Esper saying it’s okay that a Guide can’t guide?
Yet, Claude seemed genuinely unbothered.
“We’ll just keep trying until it works.”
……
…What?
I looked up at him with a face full of questions, and Claude smirked.
“Shall we start by living together?”
“……What?”
***
Claude insisted that we live together.
Why, though?
Without imprinting, there’s no rule that says a Guide and an Esper must live together. Naturally, I protested.
But to Claude, neither my opinion nor the norms of this world mattered.
“Fine, Rose. We don’t have to live together.”
“Ah, of course……!”
“Then, shall we imprint instead?”
“……What?”
What did I just hear? I was so shocked that I blurted out nonsense.
Imprinting. Once a Guide and an Esper imprint, they can’t guide or be guided by anyone else.
It’s like stamping a marriage certificate that grants exclusive rights to each other, with no possibility of divorce…
It’s a lifelong commitment that prevents guiding with any other Esper or Guide, requiring mutual certainty and not just something anyone can do. There’s a need for the Center’s approval, and a high compatibility rate between the Esper and Guide.
…And the preliminary condition is s****l intercourse.
“Do you know how imprinting is done?”
And then, that crazy Claude, still holding me, started whispering in my ear…
He began detailing the entire process of ‘imprinting’!
“First, I’ll do XX to your XX and then I’ll XX after that.”
“Uh, just calm down a bit……”
“Until you XX, I’ll keep XXXing your XX…”
“No……”
“XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX……”
“……”
His voice was soft, teasing like a mischievous joke, but it was anything but funny.
His description was too vivid and full of life. Just listening to him painted graphic scenes in my mind.
Only someone who had endlessly simulated it could describe it so vividly…
“……Sh, shall I move my stuff right away?!”
…And that’s how I ended up moving in with Claude.
Espers at the Center typically lived in Esper-designated accommodations, but Claude’s place was different.
The Center had provided him a separate house, considering his sensitivity and dislike for people. He was an incredibly powerful S-class Esper, after all.
Off the beaten path, a low trail accessible to only a few appears. Walking down that trail, the dense trees suddenly clear, revealing an open space, a small lake, and a two-story house.
Even I, who prided myself on knowing the Center well, had no idea about this place. Probably very few among the Esper Division staff knew the location of this house.
The exterior of the house was neat and stylish. The view of the lake and the open field was stunning, adding to its charm, looking like something out of an architecture magazine—elegant and modern.
So, when I opened the front door and stepped in, my heart fluttered.
Having lived in a cramped dorm room barely big enough for two beds with Irene, even the thought of interior design was thrilling.
Claude finally opened the door.
The view was breathtaking. The living room had floor-to-ceiling windows, with the dazzling glimmer of the sunlit lake coming in vividly. The rippling water shadows on the ceiling were impressive.
But the first words that escaped my lips after seeing the interior were…
“The house is so…”
“……”
“Minimalist?”
It was just white walls, a white ceiling, and white floors.
The vast living room had nothing but the large windows and the beautiful view.
“Are we the first to move in?”
“……”
“Or did you just build this house in a hurry to bring me here?”
“……I’ve lived here for over seven years.”
The house had six rooms, four of which were just empty white rooms.
Even when I opened the fifth room, expecting something, it turned out to be a spacious, barren room with only a white bed.
Unbelievable.
