I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 93
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Adelio, caught in deep conflict, felt his heart drop to his stomach the moment he gazed down at Yeshion’s face.
“…Ha.”
Yes, it was time he admitted it.
He’d thought he would finally recognize his feelings only after seeing that pretty face flushed red and panting beneath him.
But damn it, even just hearing Yeshion call out his name, asking for help, had made his heart race unbearably.
“I tried so hard not to admit it.”
Adelio muttered quietly, tightening his arms around Yeshion.
Grinding his teeth, Adelio pushed away the swirling thoughts, stood up, and carried Yeshion carefully toward the bed.
As soon as Adelio laid him down, Yeshion felt the sudden chill and quickly searched for something warm to cling to.
In moments, Yeshion was wriggling desperately under the covers, clutching them tightly. Even that simple gesture ignited Adelio’s desire again.
“That won’t solve anything.”
Adelio murmured from behind, but Yeshion couldn’t hear him. His entire focus was consumed by the feverish heat rising within him.
“Haah… hnngh….”
But nothing was going as Yeshion wanted. He’d thought grinding against the blanket might soothe the heat, yet the thick layers of clothing only intensified his frustration rather than bringing relief.
Eventually, Yeshion gasped softly, reaching out to clumsily unbutton his uniform.
The damned clothes were already difficult enough to wear, but now, as he attempted to remove them, the fabric twisted awkwardly around his body, trapping him halfway between dressed and undressed.
“…What exactly are you doing?”
At Adelio’s voice, Yeshion raised his eyes quietly.
His flushed, pleading expression clearly meant ‘take it off,’ but Adelio refused to move, repeating himself stubbornly.
“If you say it aloud, I’ll help you.”
“Why….”
Normally, Adelio would’ve undressed him without hesitation, so Yeshion couldn’t understand why he was acting like this now.
The surging heat made rational thought impossible. All he wanted was Adelio to pounce on him and fix everything.
As Yeshion groaned softly, tugging helplessly at his uniform, Adelio crossed his arms, speaking authoritatively.
“Tell me clearly what you want me to do.”
“Haa… why suddenly… Just do what you usually do….”
“Yeshion, I don’t want to become someone who forces himself on you.”
His voice was serious.
Adelio knew full well that speaking rationally was pointless when Yeshion was in this state. Yet, even he was desperately struggling to keep his self-control.
Swallowing dryly, Adelio met Yeshion’s gaze again.
“Hurry and tell me what you want, clearly. You’re still capable of speaking right now. If you lose your mind and start begging later, I won’t do anything.”
Yeshion glared at Adelio through his flushed cheeks.
But soon, gripping his uniform tightly, Yeshion parted his lips and finally whispered:
“Please… take it off.”
The moment Yeshion finished his sentence, Adelio’s throat bobbed visibly.
As Adelio reached out, Yeshion’s uniform quickly fell to the floor. Instantly, Yeshion slid his hand beneath his thin clothes, desperately grasping at his own e******n.
Maybe the thickness of his uniform wasn’t the real issue, after all. His length was already dripping wet, covered in precum and sticky release.
“Haaah… hnngh….”
Holding himself, Yeshion moved his hand unsteadily.
He was certain he was mimicking what Eldis had done for him before, yet strangely, rather than finding relief, the frustration only intensified further, as he couldn’t climax.
The only other thing Eldis had done was to touch his rear.
‘Ah… my a*s.’
As soon as the thought entered his mind, Yeshion’s hand awkwardly reached toward his entrance. Perhaps copying Eldis exactly would finally bring him release.
“…What the hell are you doing?”
Adelio, who’d been quietly watching, let out a disbelieving laugh. Watching someone who couldn’t even handle stroking himself properly fumble around, desperately searching for his own entrance, was absurdly amusing.
“I think… I have to do this….”
“So, you need that to come?”
“Hnngh….”
Yeshion emitted a sound that was somewhere between a moan and an answer, curling into himself helplessly. Clearly, he’d never tried touching himself there before. Watching him struggle awkwardly was almost laughable.
“You probably won’t even reach properly like that.”
“Huuh….”
“Do you…want me to help?”
At Adelio’s question, Yeshion nodded immediately without hesitation. But Adelio didn’t move right away—instead, he asked once again.
“How exactly? With what?”
Caught in lust, Yeshion only grasped the meaning of Adelio’s words belatedly, anger suddenly surging through him. Adelio knew exactly what he was asking for, yet here he was, deliberately teasing him.
“Just… hurry….”
“Hurry, and do what?”
When Yeshion scrunched up his pretty face in frustration and glared at him, Adelio openly laughed. But he truly wouldn’t touch him until Yeshion finally let the words out of his mouth.
Turning his head defiantly, Yeshion continued stroking himself shakily, until at last he curled into a ball, his expression about to burst into tears.
