Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 96
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I had occasionally wondered before. What would the match rate between Claude and me actually be?
I guessed it wouldn’t be very low. The higher the match rate, the more pleasure the Esper receiving guidance feels. But I’ve never heard that it feels good for the Guide giving it.
If I, as the one guiding, feel ticklishly pleasant, how much more so for Claude?
I thought it might be possible, that we had the rare match rate of over 60%.
So, during the wait for the test results, I actually imagined it for a moment. The moment it’s announced that the Esper with the highest match rate is indeed Claude.
In my imagination, Claude… would have smiled triumphantly, thoroughly pleased. So content that he even let go of his anger at me, saying he’d let this whole incident slide.
Of course, it was wishful thinking on my part, but still, I hoped.
Getting a Guide with a high match rate is every Esper’s dream. Moreover, without the need to fuss or please, they would have the consent to imprint from that Guide.
But unlike my imagination, the real Claude seemed far from pleased.
No, he seemed even angrier.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, I was thrown onto his bedroom bed like a piece of luggage.
With my hair in disarray, disoriented, suddenly, my ankle was seized. Lying face down, I was helplessly dragged along.
Before I knew it, my body flipped over to face the ceiling, and then, without a moment to catch my breath, Claude, with his menacing face, was on top of me.
“Just, just a moment…!”
In my fear, I tried to say anything.
“Promises are to be kept! Who said they wouldn’t? Let’s do it, the imprinting. But if we’re going to do it anyway, there’s no need to rush, right?”
“…….”
“Imprinting between an Esper and a Guide is as serious as marriage! To rush into something so important like roasting beans in a lightning flash, you’ll surely regret it later…!”
I couldn’t finish my sentence.
Claude had swiftly ripped off his shirt.
His perfectly sculpted torso was revealed, as if a genius sculptor had carefully chiseled it.
I was so flustered I didn’t know where to look, yet at the same time, I couldn’t look away.
Heat rushed to my face.
“U-Using your beauty is cheating……”
“…….”
“Let’s, let’s play fair, okay?”
Dismissing my words as nonsense, Claude casually tossed his shirt under the bed and leaned in.
And the moment our lips touched…
I pushed Claude away in utter shock due to the sudden, explosive amount of guiding that flowed from that brief contact.
Seemingly surprised himself, Claude paused and was slightly pushed back, but then he chuckled as if he found it absurd.
……For some reason, it was terribly embarrassing.
“Why, why is this happening…?”
“…….”
“……Mmph!”
As if a button had been pressed, Claude pounced at me again.
The kiss was rough.
My jaw was seized, and his hot tongue forced its way into my mouth. His violent, swirling movements were overwhelming to follow.
I gasped for air and tried to push him away, but his solid body didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he pressed even closer, as if not allowing even a slight gap.
Physiological tears trickled out. I coughed, and my saliva dripped down my chin.
It was nothing like the ticklish and sweet kisses we had shared recently.
Just this morning, we had kissed, too. If not for Azir’s scheme and the timely ringing of the doorbell, what we were about to do would have already happened much earlier.
But the atmosphere was completely different from then.
Was it because of what I had done and the humiliations he had suffered because of it? Claude was angry.
His movements, touching me as if venting his anger with a stern face, were rough. I, too, was wary, afraid of upsetting him again.
Would the imprinting really happen like this? Truly?
