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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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766 Chs

Chapter 73. Chasing Light

"He came often?" Zein asked then—since they were already on the topic, might as well satiate his curiosity.

"Sometimes," the Guildmaster answered with a light smile, and Zein couldn't decipher how often was that 'sometimes'. Like...once a year? Once a week? "Drink?"

"Just water," Zein glanced toward the 'butler' and other summoned creatures who were there again. "I thought you didn't get along well?"

Observing the man, Zein saw the crimson eyes curled, and the lips beneath flashed a cold smile. "We didn't," he said, with a slight disdain underneath. "As a matter of fact, I hate him."

Zein tried to remember the flushed, blissful face he witnessed earlier, the submissive whine and moans as he walked out.

"But I love him too," Radia, who was leaning back, rubbed his lips with two fingers, eyes staring vacantly at the desk. "Well, at least I love his body,"

"So you maintain a physical relationship under everyone's eyes?"