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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 421. Unquenchable Thirst (M)

It wasn't just Zein's legs that moved.

His hands were actually faster, shedding the white clothes the Temple gave him for his stay. The moment he reached the tub, he was taking off his pants and stumbled forward from getting tangled in the fabric. If it wasn't for Bassena catching him, he would have hit the edge of the tub.

"Hey, be caref--"

Bassena couldn't finish his words because Zein had already covered his mouth in a fervent, deep kiss. The guide ran his hands from the hard beating pulse on the esper's neck down to the inviting pecs, squeezing hard as he slipped his tongue inside Bassena's warm mouth. 

But the hands did not stop there; one of them went further down and grabbed the half-erect penis, hardening it fully with just a single stroke. 

"Ah, fuck--" Bassena let out a reflex curse that got him gripping the guide's waist hard. He pressed his forehead on Zein's shoulder and chuckled. "Ah, damn it--it's really hard when you're horny."