Guide Her to Nowhere (NPH) - Chapter 10: Appease
Chapter 10: Appease
Qu Tang gave the sentinel five minutes, but only a minute had passed when she could no longer endure it, as she was sandwiched between the sentinel and his spirit animal, a polar bear, like a flattened meat patty in a hamburger.
The polar bear had not shrunk in size, still sitting high against the wall, and Qu Tang was pressed against the polar bear’s belly by the sentinel, with only her delicate, petite face peeking out from the sentinel’s neck and shoulders.
She did not know what it felt like to be comforted by the sentinel, she only knew that she was so hot, so hot.
It was summer, and in the stairwell without proper air conditioning and ventilation, she was already smothered in the furry embrace, and the sentinel’s body was gradually heating up.
The sentinel’s posture in seeking comfort was quite ambiguous.
His forehead rested on Qu Tang’s shoulder, his heavy breathing against her collarbone, the scorching air flow seeping through the neckline and spreading across her soft, sensitive bosom, itchy and hot.
The sentinel’s hands were also not idle, tightening and tightening around Qu Tang’s waist, making Qu Tang wonder if, if possible, this sentinel wished to melt into her body.
She knew that the sentinel’s worldwide comfort setting required the sentinel and the guide to be physically close, with spirit animal contact having the smallest effect, skin contact being more effective, bodily fluid exchange even more so, and copulation being the most effective, the deeper the contact the better the effect, so it was understandable that the sentinel wanted maximum skin contact with her.
Qu Tang could tolerate this level of closeness, but it was really too hot.
She grabbed the sentinel’s clothes and pulled them slightly outward. “You, loosen up a bit.”
The sentinel was very obedient, directly releasing Qu Tang, his body pulling back, leaving Qu Tang a little space.
Qu Tang quickly raised her hand to push against the sentinel’s chest, pushing him out a little further, then leaning back somewhat wearily against the polar bear’s belly.
Soft, it was very comfortable, but…
“So hot.” Qu Tang complained, “Can’t you retract your spirit animal?”
Yi Jin didn’t pay much attention to what Qu Tang was saying, he only saw Qu Tang’s disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and moist red lips opening and closing, occasionally revealing a little pink tongue.
The next moment, he caressed Qu Tang’s neck, his thumb gently lifting up her chin, and then kissed her in Qu Tang’s astonished gaze.
He had indeed been comforted, but as his spiritual power gradually calmed, another kind of desire began to stir.
Yi Jin had been an awakened sentinel for over a decade, and on average needed two guide comforts per year, but they were all spirit animal comforts.
For the protection of the guide, unassigned sentinels during the comfort process could not see the guide’s appearance, and didn’t even know whether the guide comforting them was male or female.
The mismatch in level between the sentinel and the guide, the lack of mutual understanding, and even the inability to see each other’s faces, this kind of comfort was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.
Every past comfort had been painful, and Yi Jin had gotten used to it, but who would have thought that there would be a day when he would experience the perfect matching comfort effect on an ordinary girl.
His spirit had not been invaded and tortured, his body did not have the kind of bone-scraping pain, he was like a fish in water, a bird set free, reborn in the comfortable relaxation of body and mind.
When the sentinel’s lips touched hers, Qu Tang’s mind went blank for a moment.
The comfort she had agreed to did not include kissing, let alone… deep kissing.
The sentinel’s powerful tongue broke through her lips and teeth, invading her mouth, teasing her tongue, exploring every corner, then sucking in and swallowing all the mixed saliva.
It was embarrassing and disgusting to her.
The hand pressing against the sentinel’s chest pushed hard, but couldn’t move him, so she tried to choke the sentinel’s neck.
The next moment, her wrist was seized and pressed against the fluffy polar bear’s belly, the sentinel’s scorching fingers sliding down her wrist into her palm, forcibly spreading her fingers and wedging between them, interlocking their fingers.
The moment their palms pressed tightly together, Qu Tang trembled from the heat, her limbs uncontrollably starting to weaken.