Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 229: NSFW

Her voice was calm, but the words were knives. "That night, you were drugged with a black market illegal substance called Nullveil. And the person who drugged you... was Alarna. She got it from her father and used double the dose on you."

The world tilted. Jian Ci’s ears rang violently, drowning out everything else. He didn’t hear the rest. He didn’t hear Seraphyne’s voice calling his name. The last word he heard was Alarna.

His breath caught, his chest constricting as though invisible hands were crushing him. He clutched at himself, rubbing his sternum, his mind unraveling in disarray.

The truth was unbearable. The person he had once thought of as a benefactor, the one who had been there that night, was in fact the perpetrator who had put him in that nightmare.

Seraphyne’s projection leaned closer, calling his name again and again, her voice urgent. But Jian Ci couldn’t hear her.

His vision blurred, his body trembling. He was on the verge of another collapse, the fragile balance of his aura slipping away.

Jian Ci was a cheerful person and slow to anger. But betrayal... betrayal was the one thing he could never forgive and Alarna had committed the ultimate sin.

His pulse spiked, his breathing grew ragged, and the monitors around the walls house began to scream in warnings. Seraphyne detected the surge instantly. Without hesitation, she initiated a full lockdown. Lights dimmed, doors sealed, and the hum of machinery filled the air as the house itself seemed to hold its breath.

In the kitchen, Jian Wei was mid-argument with Xiaobao about her sticky-fingered theft of his snacks when the alert blared. His heart lurched. He shoved the half-empty packet aside, his voice sharp.

"Xiaobao, go to your room. Now."

She froze, wide-eyed, then darted away as Jian Wei sprinted toward his lab. His fingers flew across the console, pulling up the surveillance feeds.

The sight made his stomach drop. Jian Ci was inside their mother’s sanctuary, thrashing like a man possessed, and the sealed doors meant he couldn’t escape.

Jian Wei exhaled heavily, shoulders sagging. He knew he couldn’t handle it himself. With grim resolve, he reached for his communicator.

"Rui-ge... you need to come back. Now."

Minutes later, Jian Rui and Yu Xi arrived, their faces pale with urgency. They entered Jian Wei’s lab and he showed them the surveillance feeds. What they found was chaos. Half of the sanctuary lay in ruins, walls cracked, relics shattered and flowers scattered.

Jian Ci’s fury had torn through the sacred space like a hurricane. Only one thing remained untouched. The tank at the center, where their mother’s body lay suspended, shielded by emergency barriers designed for moments just like this.

Yu Xi walked out, his voice steady despite the destruction. "I will take care of it," he said.

Jian Wei gave a tight nod as he replied, "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

Jian Rui stood frozen, words caught in his throat. This was supposed to be a great day. They were meant to be celebrating.

Instead, it felt like the car had overturned, leaving them stranded in wreckage. He sighed in frustration.

"No dinner outside tonight," he murmured. "We will have food delivered here."

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ping, and Yu Xi stepped out into the quiet room. He hadn’t even taken a full breath before it hit him. It was a wall of hostile, violet psychic power, thick and suffocating, slamming into his senses like a physical blow. It wasn’t the all-consuming tsunami like that of the night they had first fucked, but it was a storm, chaotic and sharp, scraping against the edges of his mind.

His body reacted before his thoughts could catch up. Every muscle coiled, his own esper energy flared in immediate, violent response. He had an instinctive urge to fight but he restrained himself. He clenched his jaw, forcing his fists to uncurl at his sides.

He took a slow, deliberate breath, pushing back against the instinct to lash out. Instead, he reached for the other part of himself, the part that calmed the chaos.

Golden light, warm and dense, spilled from him. His guide aura surged forward, not to attack, but to soothe. It flowed into the room like a river of calm seeking the source of the storm.

At the far end, near the wreaked flowers, a figure hunched over. Jian Ci’s shoulders were rigid, his head bowed as if under a crushing weight. The violet energy crackled around him in visible, painful licks.

The golden aura touched the edges of that storm. The chaotic energy stuttered then stopped.

Jian Ci went utterly still. A second passed, then two. He turned around. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were empty. They were hollow, almost lifeless, but when they landed on Yu Xi, something flickered deep within that void. It was a spark of recognition. Yu Xi saw the exact moment Jian Ci, drowning in whatever dark abyss his own power had become, saw a light. And that light was himself.

In two long, predatory strides, Jian Ci closed the distance. The air crackled, not with hostility now, but with a desperate, hungry need. Yu Xi’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, the cool plaster a shock against his spine. He hadn’t even realized he had retreated.

Jian Ci’s hand came up, large and warm, cupping the nape of Yu Xi’s neck. The touch wasn’t gentle. It was possessive like he was claiming his territory. And then his mouth was on Yu Xi’s, and there was nothing tender about it.

Jian Ci kissed him fiercely, lips hard and demanding. His tongue pushed past Yu Xi’s lips, and with it came a taste of that violet storm. It wasn’t painful but it was electrifying. It was a psychic charge that made Yu Xi’s nerves sing. But more than that, Jian Ci was sucking him dry. Yu Xi could feel it, the golden guide energy being pulled from him, siphoned through the connection of their mouths.

Jian Ci groaned into the kiss, a raw, starving sound, his body pressing Yu Xi harder into the wall. Yu Xi’s head spun, his thoughts dissolving into a haze of sensation; the heat of Jian Ci’s body, the slick, relentless stroke of his tongue, the dizzying transfer of power.

Yu Xi finally managed to turn his head, gasping for air. "Not here," he breathed, the words barely audible. His voice was already fucked-out, ragged. "Ci-ge... this is your mother’s place..."

Jian Ci didn’t listen. He never listened when he was like this. His mouth found the column of Yu Xi’s throat, lips and teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. He kissed his way down to the collarbone, biting at the jut of bone through Yu Xi’s thin white t-shirt.

At the same time, his hands were everywhere; big, rough palms skating over Yu Xi’s chest, his ribs, his stomach, groping and squeezing through the fabric. His hips ground forward, the hard, thick line of his cock a blatant press against Yu Xi’s thigh.

Fuck. It was too much. The physical touch, the psychic energy swirling around them, weaving together, violet chaos and gold stability, it was infiltrating him, lighting up every single nerve ending. Yu Xi felt raw, hypersensitive, like his skin was too tight. A shudder wracked his frame.

"Fuck it," Yu Xi snarled, giving up. He hooked his hands behind Jian Ci’s back, under the stiff uniform jacket, and yanked him closer, meeting the grind of his hips with his own.

The sound of tearing fabric was shockingly loud in the silent hall. Jian Ci’s hands fisted in the white cotton and pulled, buttons pinging off the walls. The cool air hit Yu Xi’s exposed chest, followed instantly by the searing heat of Jian Ci’s mouth. He latched onto a nipple, tongue swirling around the tight bud before sucking it deep.

"Ah—! Ci-ge!" Yu Xi cried out, his back arching off the wall. Pleasure, sharp and bright, shot straight to his groin. His fingers clawed at the thick material of Jian Ci’s jacket, holding on for dear life as Jian Ci worshipped his chest, switching to the other nipple, biting and licking until Yu Xi was panting, his mind a blank, white static of want. He wanted it so bad. He needed to be touched, needed to be fucked, needed to drown in this man and his storm.

Jian Ci couldn’t speak, lost to the primal need, but he grunted against Yu Xi’s skin, the vibrations shooting through him. He sounded like an animal, a predator finally cornering its prey. The sound went straight to Yu Xi’s dick.

Jian Ci’s hands were everywhere cupping his jaw, sliding down his throat, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Yu Xi arched into it, his own hips pushing forward, seeking friction against the solid muscle of Jian Ci’s thigh.

"Ci-ge," Yu Xi breathed, the honorific a ragged plea. "It feels so fucking good"

Jian Ci answered with another brutal kiss, his hips grinding against Yu Xi’s, the thick, hard ridge of his cock unmistakable even through the layers of their uniforms.