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There’s No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Zein was a rogue Guide living in the god-forsaken land of the red-zone, guiding for money and survival. Until the guild he used to work with caused a tragedy. Driven by sorrow and guilt, Zein became a mercenary guide in the land bordering the forbidden Deathzone, working like a suicidal monk. One day, an overbearing Esper suddenly appeared and told him, “If you’re so hellbent to die, why don’t you come with me to the Deathzone?” A strange proposition, a nostalgic smirk. Had Zein actually met him before? Following the man into the deadly zone, will Zein find the respite he seeks, or will he get engulfed in a storm? But there’s no such thing as love in the deathzone...is it? * * * The story is set in a sentinel-verse, so there will be: - Sentinel (Esper) and Guide - Dungeon! - Romance - Action - …smut? ;) It’s a (kinda) love story wrapped in dungeon system shenanigans, with abilities and action and whatnot

Aerlev · LGBT+
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719 Chs

Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 14

Blinking slowly, it took a while for Han Joon to register the flooding sunlight inside the bedroom. He, who used to wake up before the sun, needed time to digest the incongruity.

"Good morning."

But his thought was cut short by a soft voice and an even softer kiss on his forehead, which took even more time to digest. It was nice, but also weird. He used to be the one doing that; kissing his darling good morning and helping the sleepy head prepare for the day.

His eyes squint at the bright sunlight and he asked with a hoarse voice. "What time is it?"

"A bit past eight," the soft answer came with a gentle brush on his hair, which had gotten longer.

"Again," he muttered with a sigh.

"What?"

Han Joon turned his head to look at Radia and smiled in disappointment. "I woke up after you again."