Matched with a Disaster Grade Esper

“Kissing someone without knowing the colour of their eyes, really?”

Hexion sneered as he looked at the restrained man. Even a disaster grade esper didn’t seem like much.

“Ugh…”

A dry and rough kiss, under the guise of guiding, continued. Eventually, light purple irises were revealed beneath the forcibly removed blindfold. The esper, Zero Nine, muttered unconsciously. “I feel… surprisingly good.”

“A kiss has awakened you.”

Of course it would feel good. Despite the slight sarcasm, Zero Nine asked with a somewhat dazed look. “…Did we kiss?”

“Yes, we did. On someone’s orders.”

Bloody, torn lips, gaunt cheeks, pale skin, and flushed ears.

“Then, would you kiss me just once more?”

The man, who had been on the verge of rampaging just moments ago, said. Hexion lowered his head and commanded,

“Open your mouth.”