Hearing Zephyr, Eleven stopped and then burst into laughter. The more he watched this Esper, the more intrigued he became.
But he could tell this prey wasn't easy. He could already sense the explosive strength in that lean, well-defined, powerful body.
"Ba, you have misunderstood."
He smiled sweetly, his eager eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he folded his arms, unfazed by Zephyr's cold, indifferent gaze.
"I heard about a newly registered B-rank Esper. After learning that my compatibility rate with that Esper is a perfect 100%, I decided to personally come guide him."
His gaze grew arrogant as he leaned in.
"I'm an S-rank. You're just a B-rank. You should feel honored. Besides, it's all about pleasure. I enjoy physical guiding with both men and women. With our matching rate, I am very certain—it will be an otherworldly experience neither of us will ever forget."
Zephyr froze. What the hell was this person saying? It took him a minute to process the words, and when he did, his heart sank.
He muttered, dazed.
"We have a 100% compatibility?"
Eleven failed to notice the heavy shadow clouding his indifferent expression or the self-mocking smile tugging at his lips.
"Yeah. And not just with me—you've got a 100% compatibility with every guide in the Association. Many are dying to get a taste of you. After all, everyone knows the act of guiding brings pleasure to both the receiver and the giver. The higher the compatibility—and the more intimate the touch—the more intense and addictive the feeling becomes."
Zephyr's clenched fists slowly loosened as he lowered his head, hiding the bitter smile on his lips. So, even his 100% compatibility with Lucien—something that once filled him with joy, making him believe that with such a high match no one could stop him from receiving guiding from Lucien—had turned out to be nothing more than a cruel joke?
If there were really gods in this world, they were truly cruel—fond of toying with him as if his suffering were their favorite game.
He wondered if they were laughing at him? Again and again, he would raise his hopes, only to have them mercilessly shattered.
At that moment, Eleven spoke again.
"Also, I'll let you join my team if this 100% compatibility truly enhances the pleasure. You'd have nothing to lose. Or are you just clinging to your virginity or something?"
He chuckled, glancing around the room—but his smile faded at Zephyr's icy words.
"You are right. Fine then—take off your pants. It's disgusting, but if you are so eager, I will put it in. How's that?"
Eleven's face twisted. This mere B-rank—how dare he insult him? He was an S-rank! Even without the special abilities of Espers, he had maintained his body and mastered combat to survive in dungeons! Physically, he was stronger than most B-rank Espers!
It wasn't the first time he had approached an Esper for enjoyment. However, this was the first time he had faced such insolence!
As an S-rank guide with a powerful S-rank Esper older brother, the Association mostly ignored him—as long as he didn't overstep.
Usually, most Espers accepted his offers willingly, drawn by the benefits he provided and following his requests without protest!
After all, who doesn't like pleasure?
Yet no one had ever dared speak to him so crudely! Let alone act as if they were doing him a favor, forcing themselves to endure the utter disgust just to 'put their thing in'!
Also, what does he mean by 'put it in'?!
This bastard!
He was a top, alright!!
"You—"
He angrily reached for his hair, but before he could even touch those beautiful silver strands, his heart nearly stopped—a punch halted just an inch from his face. It was so fast, Eleven hadn't even seen it coming! For some reason, his gut screamed that if that punch had truly landed on him, he wouldn't have left this room with just a broken nose.
The sheer force radiating from it made his skin prickle, and the air tensed around him.
The thought alone sent chills racing down his spine as he staggered back a few steps, cold sweat breaking out along his temples.
Zephyr's eyes were tinged with darkness, his aura pressing down like a suffocating weight as he hoarsely growled at him.
"Get lost… before I lose it."
Eleven turned and staggered out of the room. Only once he was outside did he realize his own actions—how he had fled because of a mere B-rank! Shame washed over him. He couldn't understand why he had felt so suffocated under that B-rank Esper's gaze, as if his life depended on it.
The commotion had drawn a crowd to the area, so he forced himself to stay calm and didn't storm back into the room to beat that Esper up. Instead, he engraved his name into his memory with a furious expression.
"Zephyr… oh, Zephyr. We will meet again. You will abso-fucking-lutely regret this!"