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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+
Classificações insuficientes
694 Chs

Chapter 127. Words of Devotion

The first thing Bassena felt as he woke up was that his body felt sore and for a second, he questioned why the bed felt worse than usual. He groaned and sat up, looking around begrudgingly in a daze. 

The sun was up, the light flooding from windows and balcony. There was a sound of trickling water, and the scent of coffee. Staring blearily at his surrounding, Bassena got up instinctively, chasing a familiar, wonderful scent.

Not of coffee, but of summer. Of fresh spring water. Of life. 

Half asleep, he reached out and circled his arms around a lean waist, buried his face in a skin bearing the comforting scent. 

"You're heavy," a melodious voice told him, but Bassena only tightened his hold and nuzzled on the fragrant neck. 

It got him a soft grunt followed by a light chuckle, and rewarded him with a flick on his forehead. "A baby," the nice voice told him again. "You're a giant baby."