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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
692 Chs

Chapter 420. Quality Over Quantity

The first thing Bassena did after Zein's mind-boggling statement was to slap his cheek. It wasn't light too, but one hard enough to make the sound echoing in the room. 

"Wow, it hurts," Bassena muttered, but contrary to his words, he was grinning so wide people would have thought he just won a lottery or something.

But this was even greater than winning a lottery.

He swiftly looked back at Zein and grasped the guide's face. "No take back."

"Why would I do that--"

"No take back!"

The esper insisted aggressively, and Zein could only chuckle in response. Yeah; this is his Bassena. Instead of answering with words, Zein pulled the man who was now technically older than him for a kiss. This one was soft and gentle and spelled with love in every touch of their lips. 

"Wow..." Bassena muttered in a daze, feeling all the butterflies he experienced during their first kiss at that lakeside in the Deathzone.