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Hadrien was flustered and completely at a loss.
On top of that, the influence from the Guide was clouding his mind into complete chaos.
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But one thing remained clear in his heart–he did not want Lyra to make concessions merely because she was worried about him.
“Lyra p>
He reached out a hand, trying to stop her.
But his limbs felt weak and useless, completely without strength.
Sensing his intention, Lyra bent down and pressed her mouth to his.
Hadrien’s blurry vision sharpened; and he finally made out the woman above him.
Her eyes were still red from crying, but the tears had left them even clearer and purer than before–like a mirror.
Suddenly, the image before him fractured.
He could almost see himself back at the fifth Black Spire, the psychic monster Phasmophage appearing out of nowhere.
By the time he’d arrived, she’d been like this too–her face streaked with tears, stomping wildly on the helpless Phasmophage beneath her feet.
And now she was using that same fragile, tear–streaked face to do something equally unbelievable to him p>
The pain deep in Hadrien’s skull made him wish for death just to escape it.
Through waves of dizzying nausea, his consciousness remained painfully aware of exactly what was about to happen.
Hadrien’s brows drew tight. During a brief pause while his Guide caught her breath, he forced the words out, “Lyra… don’t… don’t force yourself…
“I don’t… want you… to hurt… yourself p>
Sweat poured down his forehead now. His skin had gone deathly pale from the agony, yet strangely, a flush of vivid color burned across his cheeks.
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To endure the pain, he’d been biting his lower lip. When he released it to speak, the bruised flesh gleamed with a bright, wet red.
Lyra had no time to type an explanation of her thoughts.
With one hand, she gripped the restraint collar around his neck to prevent him from retreating. With the other, she squeezed his cheeks so he could no longer bite his poor lip, then pressed herself against him again with forceful determination.
Hadrien gasped like a fish thrown onto dry land, mouth open and desperate for air, but his body was completely useless–his consciousness fading by the second.
Taking advantage of this, Lyra began peeling off both their clothes piece by piece, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
She noticed Hadrien had slipped unconscious at some point, and her tension eased considerably.
When he was awake, he kept struggling, making her feel like some kind of brute forcing herself on him.
Besides, she was new at this and didn’t want him watching her fumble around.
Even though Hadrien had lost consciousness, the shy Lyra still grabbed her own shirt and draped it over his eyes.
Then she stripped herself bare, took one glance down, and snapped her head away, face burning crimson.
Her gaze darted around nervously, still wide with shock.
She might never have done this before, but she was not completely ignorant.
Biting her lip in embarrassment, her heart felt ready to leap straight out of her throat.
Then suddenly, her brows furrowed, and her face went pale.
How am I supposed to do this?
At that moment, Lyra finally understood what it meant to be unable to back down after starting something dangerous.
Her pale chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath, the outline of her ribs appearing and disappearing beneath the skin.
In and out. In and out.
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Her brows knit tightly together, and tears glistened in her eyes.
Even so, Lyra never once thought about backing down.
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That place was far too dangerous–she couldn’t follow, couldn’t help in any meaningful way.
All she could do now was clear as much contamination from his mindscape as possible.
Since Nael had said it would become possible once the contamination level fell to zero, she would simply skip the earlier steps.
Maybe this would work like an even stronger dose than close–contact purification.
But Lyra had zero experience, and she couldn’t quite figure out the how of it. Spots swam before her eyes.
She didn’t know how long it had been.
She tried to shift positions, but the pain made her collapse against Hadrien’s chest.
Right then, she felt his breathing grow noticeably stronger beneath her.
Her heart jumped.
He was waking up!
Thinking fast, Lyra gritted her teeth against the pain and pressed the shirt more firmly over his face.
Hadrien’s consciousness slowly returned–and the torment in his mind hadn’t faded; if anything, it burned even hotter and sharper than before.
And the unnamed ache spreading through his entire body nearly made him black out again.
But then a strange new sensation flooded his core, making him feel like he was being roasted alive over coals.
Hadrien opened his eyes. The world wasn’t pitch–black–faint light filtered through the gaps in the fabric covering his face.
Realization dawned, and his breath caught. His mind went blank.
He felt Lyra’s hand pressed against his face. He lifted his own, closing it around her wrist.
The calluses on his fingertips grazed her delicate skin, sending a shiver down Lyra’s spine.
Hadrien groaned softly in response.
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And Hadrien groaned in response.
“Lyra p>
His voice was low, hoarse, and rough.
Her answer was to keep the cloth pressed over his face, while her other hand found his.
She shifted slightly.
Hadrien’s breath hitched.
The clumsy, inexperienced Guide had no idea what she was doing.
The physical mismatch made everything not quite right.
She thought it was supposed to be like this.
But instead of satisfaction, Hadrien found himself caught between heaven and hell–enduring a maddening mix of not–quite–enough and not–quite–right.
“Ah p>
They were both sweating now, palms slick.
Her grip slipped. Her arm gave out, and she fell forward, her cheek smacking against his chest.
And at the same time, her hair brushed over his sensitive spot.
A jolt of electric pleasure shot straight to his brain.
Hadrien threw his head back, a low moan tearing from his throat.
At that moment, reason shattered. He could no longer hold back the beast inside.
The sudden shift in position made Lyra gasp, her eyes flying wide.
The cloth fell away from Hadrien’s face, and finally, their eyes met.
Seeing her like this–face flushed, eyes glistening with unshed tears–Hadrien’s gaze went dark and hungry.
He lowered his head, unable to resist claiming those wet, swollen lips.
His lean, powerful body tensed, back arching like a predator beginning its hunt. The taut muscles along his narrow waist stood out in sharp, beautiful lines–every ridge a testament to
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