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Lane Allen, an A-rank Guide, got injured on an emergency mission suppressing a dungeon break, and perished in his almost-lover’s arms.
As the remaining members of his team continued to fight for their lives, in a fancy apartment in a distant part of the city, a young man opened his eyes.
“Phew… That hurt like hell…”
“It’s a bit of a shame to switch so soon… But I guess it is what it is.”
“Anyway, who should I become next?”
Actually, Lane Allen was not a Guide, but rather an Esper with a mysterious Plunder ability! It allowed him to possess other people’s bodies, and steal their awakened abilities. Keeping his real body safe, Lane could enjoy life to the fullest, constantly swapping identities, and doing whatever he wanted without ever worrying about the consequences! How great was that?

Except…
Damien Lennox grabbed Lane’s arm, and pressed him against the wall, his clear green eyes staring down at Lane intently, as if he could see right through him. “There’s no one else whose guidance feels so harsh and chaotic, yet pleasing at the same time.”
It seems that Damien was somehow able to recognize Lane even after switching identities, and is unwilling to let him go?

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Villainous protagonist who couldn’t care less (at least for now~) x Righteous love interest possessive of MC! 
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#Guideverse #guide #esper

The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]

Lane lay on the couch, casting sidelong glances at the box of homemade sweets standing on the table.

Sent by Damien, of course. Delivered to the office, with an apology note.

He hadn't touched them. Well, not yet. He was going to, of course - his frustration with Damien was one thing, but he couldn't let perfectly good treats go to waste. It's not like Damien would know whether Lane would eat them or not.

He just couldn't bring himself to enjoy them yet, that's all. For some reason, whenever he reached for one, he felt a sour taste in his mouth. And it'd be a shame if that sourness were to affect his sense of taste as he ate them.

Eventually though, the sourness within him was too much to take. He jumped right off the couch, grabbed one of the pastries, and bit into it.

It was sweet. Very sweet. Soft and fluffy, dusted with powdered sugar, and filled with strawberry cream. Exactly his taste.

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