The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL] Chapter 228: (Re)Introduction

At the sound of the doorbell, Damien attempted to pull back from the kiss...

But Lane wouldn’t let him. He grabbed Damien by the neck, and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and refusing to let go. So what if soone was at the door? They didn’t expect any visitors! So there should be no reason for them to interrupt their mont to open the door!

Unfortunately, whoever was at the door, was just as persistent as Lane. They continued to ring the bell, then Damien’s phone rang (coincidence? Or was it not just a random person?)...

And then, after a few minutes, it went silent.

Only for the lock to turn a mont later, opening the door. And a person walked in.

Damien’s apartnt was just a tiny studio. One room serving as a bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen, with only a small separate bathroom. The mont you walked in, you could see it all.

Including the bed on which Damien and Lane were getting hot and steamy.

Sothing dropped on the ground with a loud thud.

"What... the... hell..." Clara muttered, staring at the two n with disbelief.

"Ah, Clara!" Now that his sister was there, right in front of them, Damien finally found enough determination in himself to separate from Lane. "What are you doing here?"

Lane sized the woman up, and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Once again, she had such an AMAZING timing!

With disapproval matching his annoyance, Clara returned the gaze. Only for a brief mont, though, because soon enough, she turned back to her brother.

"I ca to check up on you, since you’ve been so tired these days... I also brought you so food."

"Ah, thanks a lot, but I’ve already ate," Damien cleared his throat, softly nudging Lane to signal him to move from his lap. Which Lane naturally ignored, playing dumb. "You should have called first."

"I did text you an hour ago."

"Oh, I must have missed it, then... Lane, would you mind...?" Unable to take it any longer, Damien turned to Lane.

Who shrugged his shoulders, and obediently moved onto the bed. As much as he enjoyed pushing Damien’s buttons (and annoying Clara), he wasn’t going to ignore his boyfriend when he was clearly uncomfortable.

"Thank you," Damien cleared his throat, and moved on to quickly fix all the buttons that were undone. He was still bright red, with his breathing quickened and his lips slightly swollen, but not entirely inappropriate, just a bit ssy.

"Well?" Clara arched her brows, confused by the silence. "Are you not going to introduce... whoever that is supposed to be?"

"Ah, right." Since technically speaking, Lane and Clara already knew each other, it montarily slipped Damien’s mind. Now that he was reminded of it though, he quickly rushed to introduce, "Clara, this is Lane... my boyfriend. And Lane, this is Clara, my younger sister."

"Nice to et you!" Lane flashed a wide smile, but Clara barely spared him a glance.

"Boyfriend, huh? Then what about that man you’ve been visiting in a hospital?"

"I’ve told you it’s nothing like that. I’ve only been visiting as the Association’s representative!"

"...Yeah, right. Then what about Xavier?"

Damien didn’t answer, just gave Clara a long, pointed look. She knew exactly what happened with ’Xavier’ - or, well, except for the part about Lane’s consciousness that had been inside, of course - so why ask about it now?

And she must have realized that she went a bit too far, because she backed down.

Only to switch tactics a mont later. "Isn’t he a bit too young for you though?"

"What, ?" Lane scoffed, cutting in. "I’m thirty years old."

For a brief second, Clara paused, surprised, but she quickly recovered. "And you don’t think that my brother is too young for you?"

"He’s only two years younger. Not even. What difference does that make at our age?"

"Still, my brother deserves better than so gigolo."

"I’m actually rich, you know?"

"He doesn’t need a sugar daddy either!"

"Well, maybe he doesn’t need one, but don’t you think he deserves a boyfriend who would spoil him?"

"Spoil him, fine, but it’s more important to be cherished! To have a boyfriend who will care for him, and be loyal!"

"Oh, and what makes you think I won’t cherish him?"

"Please, have so self-awareness," Clara rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You’re obviously just a rich fuckboy!"

"Hah?" Lane’s eyes twitched. "What makes you think that-"

"Both of you, STOP." Damien finally couldn’t take it any longer, and interrupted this stupid argunt. "Clara, Lane is MY boyfriend. Even if you don’t like him, I’d like you to respect MY choice."

They stared at each other for a while, before Clara averted her eyes, pouting. "Fine..." she muttered, still unconvinced. And because of that lack of conviction she couldn’t help but add, "I just think you deserve soone better, that’s all."

Then, she turned around, picked up the bag she had earlier dropped, and moved to the kitchen.

"Well, anyway. I’ll put the boxes in the fridge, so just rember about them later. Should I make so tea now?"

"Uh, thanks... But, you’re staying longer?" Damien shifted in his seat uncomfortably, glancing at Lane.

"Right, you should probably leave now, it’s late," Clara smiled sweetly at Lane, but Damien imdiately corrected her.

"I was asking you, actually..."

Clara paused, staring at Damien in disbelief. "I just ca, and you already want to kick out?"

"Well, it’s late, isn’t it?" Lane answered her instead. "Damien is tired after work, you shouldn’t bother him at this hour."

"Doesn’t the sa apply to you?"

"No, I’m his boyfriend, so I’m going to stay the night!"

"What? Don’t you know he has work tomorrow? How is he going to rest, if you-"

"Clara." Damien closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Can you please stop?"

"But he-"

"You too," he turned to Lane next. "Can you stop arguing? Please?"

They both listened, and went quiet. Clara made the tea, and they all drank it in awkward silence, after which the woman left. But, although the conflict had been temporarily quelched... It was clear from the looks on their faces that the ’war’ was far from over.