Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 276: NSFW 5

The resistance, the give, the wet, slick sounds of their joining were too vivid. The pleasure was a live wire up his spine, coiling in his gut with every brutal thrust. He pulled Yu Xi upright against his chest, one arm banding around his torso.

Jian Ci’s other hand slid up, palming Yu Xi’s pec, finding a nipple and pinching it hard between his thumb and forefinger. Yu Xi jolted, a sharp gasp escaping him, his head falling back against Jian Ci’s shoulder.

"Fuck, little Xi," Jian Ci rasped, his voice gravelly and unfamiliar even to himself. His hand roamed down, tracing the defined ridges of Yu Xi’s abs, feeling the muscles clench and jump under his touch.

He was fucking up into him with steady, deep rolls of his hips, the angle shifting, making Yu Xi whimper. Jian Ci lowered his mouth to the juncture of Yu Xi’s shoulder and neck, sucking the salt-damp skin there, tasting him, marking him. He wanted to devour him.

Yu Xi turned his head, the movement strained, seeking. Jian Ci’s hand came up from Yu Xi’s abs, his fingers curling around the front of his throat, not squeezing, just holding. He could feel Yu Xi’s adam’s apple move against his palm as Yu Xi swallowed a moan.

Their lips met at a weird, awkward angle, but it was electric. Jian Ci claimed his mouth, his tongue pushing past Yu Xi’s lips, mimicking the relentless rhythm of his hips. It was messy, hungry, and so fucking hot that Jian Ci saw stars behind his closed eyelids.

The peak built inside him, a tidal wave of sensation that had nothing to do with psychic power and everything to do with the man in his arms. This was the part in the dream where he would always wake up, aching and frustrated. Not this time. This time, he got to feel it all.

His thrusts became longer, harder, losing any semblance of rhythm in their urgency. His breathing was a ragged, gruff pant against Yu Xi’s ear. "I am gonna... baby, I am gonna fucking come." He held Yu Xi tighter, his hand on his throat, his other arm locked around his chest, as if he could fuse them together.

The orgasm tore through him, violent and complete. It wasn’t a release; it was an eruption. He shouted, a raw, wordless sound, as he pumped his release deep inside Yu Xi, his hips stuttering through the last few, helpless thrusts. The psychic fog shattered completely, not into clarity, but into a blissful, empty static of his own making.

His strength vanished. He collapsed sideways onto the bed, dragging Yu Xi down with him, still joined, still wrapped around him. The world swam, then went utterly dark, his mind slipping into a void.

Darkness stretched endlessly around him, thick and suffocating, as though the air itself had weight. He staggered forward, confusion gnawing at him, until a faint glimmer pierced the black. It was a small trembling light, yet undeniable.

Drawn to it, he walked. Each step echoed like a hollow drumbeat in the abyss. But when he reached the source, it was not salvation. It was a memory in the cave.

He stood at the threshold, not as himself but as a witness. His own figure writhed within, a beast cloaked in violet fury. Jian Ci watched, powerless, as the version of himself tore at the stone walls, psychic energy lashing out in violent arcs. His heart clenched. To see himself like this, broken, feral, consumed by collapse, was unbearable.

Then the memory seized him. The bystander dissolved, and Jian Ci was thrust into his own body. His hands burned with violet light, striking boulders until they shattered into dust. He screamed silently within, begging himself to stop, but his limbs refused. His mind was a prisoner inside his own rage.

Then there was a sound. He turned around sharply.

Alarna stood at the cave’s edge, her presence glowing with a red aura that pulsed like a heartbeat. Her psychic power was gentle yet firm, a guiding flame meant to soothe. Jian Ci’s soul cried out—no, no, not her, not now!—but his body surged forward.

She extended her aura, coaxing, pleading, trying to reach hin. He braced himself for the unwanted warmth of her guidance, the tether that had once pulled him back from the brink. But instead, his power lashed out. He attacked her with no restraint and no hesitation.

His violet psychic force clawed toward her mind. He was like a predator seeking to infiltrate, corrupt and ruin her. Alarna’s eyes widened, and she fled, her red aura snapping shut like a shield. She darted out of the cave, and the barrier prevented him from following.

Jian Ci froze, trembling. A bitter scoff escaped his lips, sharp and hollow

The only reason he hadn’t personally skinned Alarna was because he believed she had guided him that night. But now... now he knew she had lied. The betrayal burned through him like acid, his fury so sharp it made his hands tremble. He wanted to find her, to tear the truth from her throat.

But then a thought struck him, cold and piercing. ’If Alarna didn’t help me that night... then who did?’

The answer came in the form of a figure stepping out of the shadows. Yu Xi.

Jian Ci’s chest tightened painfully. He never knew Yu Xi had been there. Why hadn’t Yu Xi told him? Why had he kept this from him?

Yu Xi’s voice was calm but urgent. "Take the suppressant, Ci. You need it." He held the injector steady, coaxing, pleading.

But Jian Ci didn’t give him the chance. His rage boiled over, and before he knew it, they were fighting. The clash was brutal, psychic energy sparking in the air, their bodies colliding with desperate force. Jian Ci begged himself to stop, his mind screaming against his own actions, but his body refused to listen.

He saw himself break the injector, shards scattering across the floor. Yu Xi’s face twisted with fury, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Jian Ci!" He yelled his full name, sharp and commanding.

The Jian Ci of now recoiled, terrified. He wanted to apologize, to undo what he had done.

But it only got worse after that. He pressed Yu Xi down, his body trembling with violent intent. He thought he was going to hit him, his mind screaming stop, stop, stop!

And then it happened.

Instead of striking, Jian Ci saw himself nuzzle Yu Xi’s neck, desperate, broken, like a wounded animal clawing for warmth.

Jian Ci: "..."

His heart froze, sinking into his chest. From Yu Xi’s body, a glow erupted. It was a golden psychic power, radiant like sunlight. It bathed the room in warmth, shimmering with a purity Jian Ci had never seen.

His brow furrowed, disbelief clawing at him. How was this possible? Yu Xi was a guide? No... that didn’t make sense. He was an esper. How could he...

But Jian Ci didn’t even have the chance to think it through. Because what happened next shattered everything he thought he knew.

AN: Finally, the moment you have been waiting for. Just so you know, I will not be writing such a plot again. It was killing me inside. See you in the comments.