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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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695 Chs

Chapter 224. Night of Sparkling Lights (2)

"I don't think I can take all of this by myself," Zein frowned at the complexity of the suit he had to were tonight--the one Rein made for him.

Hell, he didn't even know how to put those on.

To be fair, the suit itself was nothing complicated. Just a normal three-piece; black, a minimalist cut, and silver buttons. Everything was made to his size in perfection. A small pattern was embroidered with black metallic thread along the hem and the lapel, which would only be visible through keen eyes and light placement.

What stressed him out was the...what did they call it? Garter? Those things used to keep the shirt and socks in place or whatever. He had thought wearing a suit would be like wearing any other clothes, but it actually akin to putting on armor. 

Bassena, who was kneeling in front of him to help put on the garter for his socks, chuckled in response. He looked up and said with a grin. "Who says you'll take them off by yourself?"