The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]
Chapter 140: Who’s More Good-Looking Then?

Chapter 140: Who’s More Good-Looking Then?

Not wanting to make a scene in public, Damien led Lane to a secluded, quiet corner, far away enough that all the noise from the venue was barely audible.

"Wow, dragging me all the way, into such a dark place... What are you going to do, hmm?"

Damien couldn’t help but sigh at Lane’s words. "I thought I asked you to behave."

"And I did." Lane crossed his arms and pouted his lips, as he ostentatiously looked to the side. "Until I found out you were considering marriage behind my back. With someone else!"

Damien sighed yet again, rubbing his furrowed forehead. He was indeed partially to blame for the situation, but he never thought things would turn out like this... Besides, "I have never considered it. Ever. I already gave Guild Leader Allen my response as soon as I received the offer, so I believed the case was closed," he slowly explained. "I don’t know why he asked Miss Nyla to approach me about it again. As for why I didn’t tell you..." Damien paused, looking carefully at Lane, "It’s because I know you dislike the Allens. I didn’t want to annoy you and fuel the conflict."

"Huh. How considerate of you," Lane rolled his eyes, scoffing. He still refused to look at Damien, his eyes and fingers twitching, and breathing a bit heavy.

He was naturally exaggerating his reaction, but it wasn’t just an act. He was genuinely irritated. Not at Damien, of course, but at the Allens. What the hell went on in their heads when they came up with this idea?! Sure, Damien was a catch, but...

"I’m really sorry," Damien apologized once again, softly brushing loose strands of hair back from Lane’s forehead. "I should have talked to you about it. I’m sorry."

"Oh?" Lane’s eyes finally snapped to the man. "But you did say Miss Nyla was gorgeous. And now I hear you received a secret marriage offer... Really, how am I supposed to interpret that?"

Damien’s fingers paused, hovering over Lane’s head.

...Wasn’t it getting a bit unreasonable? Sure, keeping the offer a secret was Damien’s fault...

However.

"You said it first. And then you bothered me about it until I agreed with you," he reminded.

Lane’s eyes twitched. That... He couldn’t quite argue with.

"If anything, I should be the one asking you about it." Damien stepped closer. He was a good three or four inches taller than Lane’s current body, and with his large, muscular frame, he was totally towering over Lane. "What’s your relationship with Miss Nyla? You are clearly not indifferent to her... Not to mention, she is the only person who’s looks you praised so much."

"Ah..." Lane gulped, instinctively taking a step back. And then one more, until his back hit the wall. "It’s... She’s... Well..." His eyes were shifty, glancing around. All he could see though were Damien’s broad shoulders, his chest, and his strong neck with a prominent Adam’s apple, which didn’t help him in trying to focus at all.

"It’s not true!" he finally exclaimed. "I complimented your looks as well! I’m certain I told you multiple times already, that you’re unbelievably hot and handsome!"

"...Well." Damien paused. Lane had indeed done so.

Just as Lane thought he managed to talk himself out of this pinch - wait, why was he the one in the pinch now? It was Damien who hid his marriage offer! - Damien spoke again.

"Who’s more good-looking then, me or her?"

"...What?" Lane blinked a few times, staring at Damien completely dumbfounded.

Did Damien seriously just ask him that? Damien? Damien Lennox? Asking him about...

"Well?" Damien arched his brow.

"W-well..." Lane rubbed his neck, his eyes dodging to the side. "I mean, well... That’s... a bit hard to say..."

Damien was hot as hell, but in the end, Nyla looked just like him! How could Lane ever say that someone - even Damien - was better looking than himself?

"...I see." Damien pulled back, the tone of his voice somewhat cold and dark.

But then, Lane grabbed him by the chest, pulling him closer again. "Why, are you jealous?" he chuckled. "No need for that. No matter how pretty she is, don’t worry. I would never be interested in her."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." Lane shuddered at the mere thought. "Yeah, absolutely no way!"

He was utterly disgusted by the idea. Nyla was his twin sister! How could he ever think about her in any improper way? But there was no good way to explain it to Damien.

"Those are two different types of beauty. You two simply can’t be compared!" he said instead. "It’s like strawberry ice cream and strawberry soap. Both are great, but I’d only want to eat one!"

"...Eat?" Damien was momentarily confused. It didn’t take long before he understood the analogy though, and his cheeks instantly flushed.

He didn’t ask which one he was. There was no need for that... Especially since Lane’s hands were already all over him.

"We’re still in public!" he reminded, catching Lane’s wrists and locking them in his steel grip.

"How’s this public?"

"...Anyone can pass through here at any time, so it’s public!" Still holding Lane by the wrists, Damien started walking, dragging the man with him.

They didn’t go toward the venue though, as Lane soon noticed. Instead, they were headed for the elevators...

The corners of Lane’s lips unconsciously lifted. Was it finally the time? Was he about to get some long-awaited action?"

Really, the elevator couldn’t arrive soon enough!

"...So you’re definitely not interested in marrying Miss Nyla?" Lane asked once again, as they stood in front of the elevator’s steel door, waiting. He could barely hold himself still in place, but he couldn’t latch onto Damien - the man wouldn’t let him - so he had to at least busy his tongue with some chatting.

It earned him yet another sigh from Damien. "Yes, I most certainly won’t be marrying her."

"Hmm."

"Besides..." Damien hesitated, casting Lane furtive glances. "I think... her brother is better looking."

"Cough!"

Lane choked on air, almost doubling over. All of his insides stirred, making him dizzy all of a sudden.

What. The. Hell?

He stared at Damien with disbelief.

Did the man really just say it? Really? Really?

Like really, what the hell?

Was Damien trying to make him jealous? Or was he trying to test him again? Or maybe... trying to secretly flatter? Since it seemed he still suspected ’Xavier’, or ’Jonathan’, or whatever, might be Lane Allen?

If it was the last, then it worked. Lane was indeed flattered. He couldn’t say that though, and had to carry on the act, pouting his lips.

"Huh. Then what if they offer you a marriage with her brother instead?"

Ping!

The elevator finally arrived, and Damien stepped in.

"It doesn’t matter, does it?" he looked back, a hint of a smile dancing in the corner of his mouth as he looked warmly at Lane. "I’m taken, you said so yourself."

Oh, damn.

Lane could feel his chest tighten, as the warmth traveled from Damien’s gaze onto him, settling somewhere is his abdomen. He gulped down the saliva, and quickly stepped forward, into the lift, the door closing behind his back.