Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 177: Jealous Esper on rampage
Yu Xi’s stomach turned. He had been suppressing the sourness, telling himself it didn’t matter. Jian Ci belonged to him anyway. That Jian Ci didn’t really care for her.
But now, watching her cling to him, watching Jian Ci tolerate it, it surged up like bile. He took a step forward, intending to call him and ruin whatever that was, but then Jian Ci smiled.
It wasn’t a warm smile. It was a sharp, crooked and almost feral smile. Yu Xi froze and so did Alarna. She faltered mid-sentence, her voice catching. For a moment, she felt it, the presence of the Jian Ci from that cave. The one who had lost control. The one who didn’t smile like that unless something inside him had snapped.
Jian Ci pulled out his communicator and typed a message.
Jian Ci: Where does Vigil usually hang out after training?
Elias called him back the call brief. "Try behind the old training building. He smokes there with his group of minions." He hung up the call his lips curling further. Alarna blinked. "I—I was saying, maybe we could go over the schedule together later—"
"I am leaving," Jian Ci said, already turning.
"Oh, okay. Can I come with—?" But he was gone. Yu Xi who had been watching them had long turned and walked away. He hated it. He hated that he had to leave, but if he stayed—if he saw her touch him again, heard her laugh again—he didn’t trust himself not to do something reckless and irreversible so he left.
Yu Xi had no idea what Jian Ci was planning. When they were walking back after dinner, Jian Ci said, "I will be back. Just need to take care of something," Yu Xi barely looked up from the ground. He assumed that he was going to meet up with Alarna thus he didn’t ask.
He didn’t know that Jian Ci wasn’t going to see her, but he was going to pick a fight because of him.
Jian Ci’s rational mind whispered that it didn’t make sense. That Yu Xi would never let someone like Vigil touch him. Yu Xi who hated casual contact, wouldn’t allow anyone close unless he wanted them there. But that look in Vigil’s eyes...
Jian Ci had seen it before. He remembered it vividly—etched into the back of his mind like a scar.
After the divorce, when his mother had been stripped of her title and dignity, she still had to attend imperial ceremonies. The Pyre of Remembrance. The Convocation. The Vanguard Summits. She would stand in the crowd, quiet and composed, and his father—that beast—would find her every time with those hungry, possessive and cruel. Jian Ci had not only seen it but felt the predatory aura. And now, he saw it again in Vigil.
If not Vigil, then who else could have left those bruises? Those bite marks? The thought made his blood boil.
Jian Ci arrived just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The old training building loomed like a forgotten relic, its walls stained with time and silence. Laughter echoed from behind it. He moved closer, unseen.
Vigil sat on a concrete slab, cigarette dangling from his lips, surrounded by three other Espers. The air reeked of smoke and arrogance.
Their conversation was vile. "—I am telling you, if I had a guide like that, I would keep her on her knees," one of them snorted.
"Or on her back," another added, and they all laughed.
Mace leaned toward Vigil. "We were just talking about you and that Kalieen. You still fucking?"
Vigil exhaled a lazy plume of smoke. "Too boring. I have got a new target now."
The others perked up. "Which guide?" one asked, eyes gleaming.
Vigil smiled, cigarette pinched between his fingers. "The kind that takes everything to conquer. And when I do..." He took another drag, smoke curling around his face. "I will never let them go."
The others whooped, jeering and guessing names. "Who could be that hard to get?" Mace laughed. "Just drop your wallet and problem solved."
Jian Ci stepped out from the shadows and his presence hit like a thunderclap. The air shifted—dense, electric. A surge of violet psychic energy rippled outward, crackling like a storm barely held in check. The Espers froze, their instincts screaming at them.
Jian Ci’s expression was cold and unreadable. His eyes glowed faintly, the color of a storm-lit sky. He looked like something that had crawled out of hell and he was looking directly at Vigil.
The Espers moved to shield Vigil as he remained seated, cigarette balanced between his fingers, gaze steady. "Tenth," Vigil said, exhaling smoke in a slow stream. "What brings you here?"
Jian Ci didn’t answer. He sneered and with a single thought, the Espers in his path were flung back like rag dolls, their bodies crashing into the walls with sickening thuds. They didn’t get up.
Vigil’s calm cracked. He sat up straighter, one eye twitching. "Shit..."
He hadn’t expected this. He had always known Jian Ci was strong, but this? This was something else. Something monstrous. The Jian Ci he knew, the one who bickered with Yu Xi, the one that was friendly with everyone, was gone. In his place stood an unleashed beast.
"Fuck," Vigil hissed, rising to his feet. "What is wrong with you?"
Jian Ci raised a hand. Vigil’s body jerked forward, dragged by an invisible force. His boots scraped against the ground, his limbs trembling as if gravity itself had turned against him. Veins bulged along his arms, his face paling with strain.
Pain lanced through him. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.
Jian Ci’s face was inches from his, violet eyes glowing with a light that wasn’t human. The storm erupted.
A vortex of psychic energy exploded around them, swallowing the world in a cyclone of violet light and sound. No one could see what happened at the center—only the howling wind, the crackle of raw power, the sense of something ancient and furious being unshackled.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Vigil gasped, voice ragged. "Jian Ci—are you really going to kill me here?"
He struggled, but it was like trying to fight the ocean. He had always picked fights with Jian Ci. Always pushed his buttons. But Yu Xi had always been there to stop things from going too far.
