Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 251: Slight NSFW

Gael’s eyes, a sharp, predatory blue, lifted and locked onto Yu Xi’s the moment he entered. A smirk touched his lips. He had known that Jian Rui had sent someone to negotiate.This little display was deliberate.

He eyed Yu Xi standing in the center of the room. He was draped in nothing but a black mesh shirt that clung to his lean torso. It wasn’t modest. It wasn’t meant to be.

Through the intricate pattern of holes, Gael could see everything. The smooth planes of his chest, the dark circles of his nipples, the defined cut of his abs leading down to the low waistband of his tight pants. It was a goddamn invitation, a taunt.

"Fuck me," Gael thought, his mouth going dry.

Without breaking eye contact with Yu Xi, he placed a hand on the kneeling esper’s head and pushed him off his cock with a rough shove. The man fell back onto his heels, lips slick and swollen, a string of spit connecting his mouth to Gael’s flushed, thick length. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Gael casually zipped his trousers up, the sound loud in the quiet room. "Get lost," he said, his voice bored. The esper scrambled to his feet and hurried out, not daring to look at Yu Xi.

"Fucking pervert," Yu Xi thought, the word a sharp, cold shard in his mind. His expression didn’t flicker.

"You must be Jian Rui’s man," Gael said, gesturing to the space beside him on the sofa. "Please. Sit."

Yu Xi didn’t move for a long moment. Then he walked over, his movements fluid and controlled, and sat on the very far end of the long sofa. He left a good three feet of empty leather between them. His aura was a like a chilling, dense pressure that seemed to drop the temperature in the room.

Gael watched him, that smirk returning. He was clearly dissatisfied with the distance. Slowly and deliberately, he shifted his weight. He didn’t just slide over; he rose slightly and then settled again, closing half the gap between them.

Now only about a foot of space remained. He leaned back against the cushions, stretching his arm along the sofa back again, his fingers dangerously close to brushing Yu Xi’s shoulder. He looked utterly at ease.

"Your boss," Gael said, his voice dropping into a conversational, almost intimate tone, "won’t be satisfied if you leave here without a deal, right? The terms are... problematic for him. I know that."

Yu Xi said nothing. His gaze was fixed on a point on the opposite wall.

"How about," Gael continued, leaning in just a fraction, "you show me your sincerity, and I will make it a whole fucking lot easier for you."

The words hung in the air. Yu Xi’s jaw tightened. He finally turned his head, meeting Gael’s gaze. The blue eyes were lit with a hungry, knowing fire. "What kind of sincerity?" Yu Xi’s voice was flat, devoid of inflection.

Gael’s smile widened. He let his gaze travel down Yu Xi’s body, taking in the mesh black shirt buttoned to his clavicle. "The kind your boss can’t give me. The kind that isn’t in any contract." He reached out, slow as a serpent, and his fingertip touched the fine wool over Yu Xi’s thigh. The contact was light, but still so gross.

"Unlike you," Yu Xi said, his voice cool and cutting through the thick air of the penthouse, "I don’t have the habit of being watched."

His eyes flicked, just for a second, to the four bodyguards stationed around the room. Their presence was a formality, a show of power. But this... this was a different kind of negotiation. A hunger, thick and urgent, coiled in Gael’s gut. He wanted those men gone. He wanted this canary alone in his cage.

He turned his head, the movement slow, predatory. His glare was a physical force. "Out."

It was one word but that was all it took. The guards exchanged a look, but they knew better than to hesitate. They filed out without a sound, the heavy door clicking shut behind them, leaving Gael alone with the most dangerous piece of bait he had ever been offered.

Gael let out a slow breath, the tension in the room shifting from professional to profoundly personal. He walked to the sideboard, the polished glass of the decanter clinking softly as he poured two fingers of expensive amber liquor. The light caught the liquid, making it glow like trapped honey.

He turned, a glass in each hand, and approached Yu Xi. He was close enough now to smell him. His fragrance was luxurious and inviting, balancing mystery with coziness. It evoked feelings of intimacy, elegance, and timeless allure. "Fucking intoxicating," he thought to himself.

"I like your attitude," Gael said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. He held out a glass. "You are a spicy one, aren’t you?"

Yu Xi’s lips that were full and looked soft, curved into a slight smirk. He took the glass, his fingers brushing Gael’s. A spark, deliberate or not, shot up Gael’s arm. He didn’t wait.

He threw his own drink back, the liquor burning a path down his throat, fueling the fire already there. He watched as Yu Xi took a slower, more measured sip, his throat working as he swallowed.

Jian Rui, that cold, untouchable bastard, had broken his own fucking rule. He never sent anyone to be touched. His people were off-limits, hands-off, unless you had a death wish. But this?

Sending this seductive vixen, this walking provocation in see-through mesh, into his private lair? It wasn’t a mistake. It was as though he was challenging to take a bite if he dared, and Gael dared. He fucking ached to dare.

He shuffled closer on the plush carpet, erasing the last of the polite distance. His cock was a rigid, aching line trapped in his tailored pants, straining against the fabric so hard it was almost painful. He knew Yu Xi could see it. He wanted him to see it.

"Who knows," a greedy part of his brain whispered, "If he satisfies me... if I fuck him to my heart’s content ... maybe I might drop the price. Twenty-five million star coins isn’t impossible." It was a filthy, transactional thought that only made him harder.

"Now," Gael murmured, his voice rough. He reached out, not touching skin yet, but letting his fingertip trace the edge of the mesh sleeve on Yu Xi’s arm. The material was flimsy, insubstantial. Beneath it, Yu Xi’s skin was warm. "How about we get down to business?"

He let his gaze travel, openly, hungrily, from Yu Xi’s face down his body. The mesh shirt was a fucking revelation. It really hid nothing. It highlighted everything. The curve of each pectoral, the tight buds of his nipples, the sharp V of his hips leading down.

Gael wanted to put his mouth on every visible inch. He wanted to press Yu Xi down onto the dark leather couch right behind him and ravage him. Tear that flimsy shirt off. Suck his nipples through the holes. Lick a stripe down that tight abdomen.

He had done deals like this before. People sent handsome espers as sweeteners, toys for him to use and discard. But this... Yu Xi wasn’t just handsome. He was devastating. And he wasn’t some low-level gift. That thought alone should have been a bucket of ice water. Instead, it was gasoline.

Yu Xi watched him, those dark eyes taking in Gael’s obvious, painful arousal. He didn’t pull away from the faint touch on his sleeve. He took another slow sip of his drink, then lowered the glass. The smirk on his face deepened, transforming into something sharper, more knowing. An evil light flashed in his eyes, quick and bright.

Gael saw it. He arched a brow, a flicker of surprise cutting through his lust. This wasn’t the reaction of a reluctant pawn. This was the gaze of a viper, beautiful and deadly.

And like a fool drawn to that beauty, Gael didn’t back down.