Reborn as an A-Rank Guide: Trapped By The Crazy Sentinels

The safe distance was being steadily invaded.

Alarm bells clanged inside Bunny’s mind. Water churned as she shoved frantically against the arms locking her in place.

"Xander, stop!"

He only cupped her face and looked down at her in silence.

The hard length pressed between her thighs remained perfectly still.

Just the size and heat of it were enough to scatter every coherent thought she had.

Then the powerful, iridescent length of his merman tail shifted. Cool, smooth scales slid deliberately between her parted legs, the powerful muscle flexing as he guided the thick, tapered end upward.

The slick, living surface pressed firmly against the softest part of her through the thin fabric of her suit, rubbing in a slow, deliberate drag that forced a startled gasp from her throat.

Bunny’s eyes flew wide. "Xander—!"

He didn’t speak. He only held her tighter, one hand still cradling her face while the other supported the small of her back, keeping her open to the relentless motion of his tail.

The scales were cool at first, then warmed rapidly against her heat. He rolled the muscular length upward again, the broadest part of the tail grinding against her folds with exquisite, unyielding pressure. Water swirled around them with every controlled undulation.

At first, Bunny did not even register what was going on, but when it finally got to her, her breath already fractured.

Bunny’s fingers clenched against his shoulders. Xander watched her face the entire time, silent, intent. Then, his head tilted a fraction and he brought his mouth closer. Bunny’s eyes were still wide, dazed.

"No... "

"I won’t," Xander breathed out, brushing her damp hair away from her glowing face. "I’m sorry and... Thank you."

She blinked, confused. "Thank me for what?"

Still holding her, he swam them slowly back toward the edge. "For watching the sunset with me. Before, I always watched it alone."

Bunny didn’t have much to say. She had not expected to have such an intense encounter today, especially when Xander acted like what he had just done to her was nothing at all.

Why did she even let him do that? Did she feel any fondness for Xander all along? A little, perhaps.

He was handsome, considerate, an excellent cook, and possessed a gentle, almost maternal patience—who could easily refuse that? And he was a merman. A living merman!

In the era she came from, she would never have had the chance to exchange a single word with someone this beautiful, let alone receive his care.

"How long have you been here, Xander?"

"Ten years."

With that, he slipped back into the water.

Ten years was long enough to drive any sentinel to the edge. Which meant he had arrived when he was only seventeen.

She watched the vivid flash of his tail cutting through the water. He looked like a fish locked inside a glass tank—yearning for the world beyond the walls, yet never able to escape the narrow cage.

Was awakening as a sentinel a curse, then?

After a moment’s hesitation, she spoke again. "If you have time... you can come to me for guidance."

Because most of them were high-level sentinels, her daily capacity for soothing was limited. To protect her health, the center only assigned her one session each day.

Xander surfaced and gave her a bright, genuine-looking smile. "All right. And if you want my guidance again... Come find me, too."

His methods were more refined than the others’. He knew exactly how to use his own scars to win her sympathy. He would not show his claws at the first opportunity.

His seed had already been planted in her, but what he wanted went far beyond her body.

Women often struggled to tell the difference between love and guilt. Women like Bunny were also scared of admitting that they wanted something physical, too.

Xander, however, now saw it all.

***

616 – Wasteland – Landfill

A vast garbage dump sprawled along the edge of the radiation zone. Mountains of refuse rose in every direction, the discarded remnants of humanity’s flight to Central Terra.

Scrap metal, empty cans, cardboard, shattered glass, plastic bottles... Centuries of wind and sand had half-buried them, leaving these heaps as the only proof that people had once lived on this dead soil.

An aging scrap-collection robot trundled steadily through the towering piles, diligently gathering anything that might still be useful. Its mechanical arm dug into a mound and pulled free a long-expired compressed food can, which it dropped into the burlap sack on its back.

Next it uncovered a worn vinyl record. After a brief pause it tucked the disc into its pack as well.

Further searching turned up a book whose cover was almost completely destroyed. The robot shook off the dust. The remaining letters were barely legible: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

Its optical sensors brightened. Clutching the book, the little machine scrambled happily over the garbage hills and delivered it into its master’s hands.

"What is it?" A glove so frayed it was nearly falling apart accepted the volume. One finger poked through a hole in the fabric.

A companion leaned in. "It’s a book."

Zade had always been fascinated by the things left behind by the old world—music, records, dolls, novels, and every odd trinket in between. The vanished era held an endless curiosity for him.

Nowadays, every scrap of information existed only as streams of electronic data. The once-brilliant civilization of humanity had long since fractured and largely vanished.

It was an age of profound spiritual poverty.

Zade snatched Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland from Vander’s hands and muttered, "You can’t even read. Give it here."

Both of them wore heavy radiation masks. The layers of ragged, hole-riddled clothing under their coats were pure West Coast style.

Vander gave a disdainful snort. "We’d be better off looking for something useful. Do you realize we’re about to run out of water and power?"

It had not rained for a full century. Even the underground rivers were nearly dry.

Zade’s gaze drifted toward the distant red signal tower—the direction of the energy station. His throat, already dry, rasped a little.

"There’s a ready supply right over there, isn’t there?"

Vsnder’s expression changed. "Have you lost your mind? You actually want to snatch resources from those mad dogs?"

To the wild people, sentinels were synonymous with rabid dogs and meat grinders—walking human weapons.

Zade blinked his blue eyes. "Who said anything about snatching?"

Vander had just started to relax when Zade shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled off at a leisurely pace.

"We’re going to steal it all."

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