Chapter 157 Kiss

Because the residents of White Tower Town seized the Inquisition, the Church was furious and felt that its dignity was damaged. However, White Tower Town was in a strange and precarious balance - it seemed that it would collapse at any time, but the sun still rose as usual day by day.

Delmes Rabelais's connections began to play a role. The siege and pressure from various forces made him dare not act rashly. The voices of resistance from the people were rising, and the reputation he had painstakingly built over the years was almost destroyed.

The royal family was anxious to intervene under the pretext of "suppressing the mob." The Gray Alliance's failed attack on the city of Barandor had already rattled the royal family. The Far North nation of Ferros was already on the verge of an attack, and there was also the devastating news of the new Saint. Strengthening border defenses required money, arming logistics required money, and recruiting additional personnel required money. To make matters worse, the already teetering finances were further strained, and the royal family was deeply displeased with the Vatican.

It's said the queen even threw a document in a certain bishop's face, berating him profusely: "If you hadn't taken action against a weak university professor, and then caused trouble, those useless judges couldn't even suppress a group of ordinary students and civilians, and yet you had the audacity to ask the Empire to send troops to "quell the rebellion"? Get lost! We don't have the money!"

The culprit who had sparked the riot had vanished without a trace, along with the mysterious "god." Consequently, the execution was suspended indefinitely. Reversing the verdict and releasing the person was out of the question, while executing him was also out of the question. Nor did they dare claim they had lost him from the Inquisition.

The professor remained calm. After all, he wasn't the one who needed to be anxious. He met with the people he needed to meet, dealt with the matters he needed to deal with, and said what he needed to say. Then he began to prepare to leave Baita University.

"You love your career." Azuka was a little surprised when he learned of his decision. Although his old enemy did complain about those pure and foolish students, he obviously did not dislike this job of teaching and researching literature.

The professor was painstakingly selecting the books and collections that could be taken away. Upon hearing this, he explained, "We are now in the dark, and the enemy is in the light. There is no great benefit in staying in Baita Town."

——There is another reason. A city composed mainly of intellectuals and townspeople is far from radical and violent enough.

"That kid, Adrian, is doing quite well. I don't need to be there personally. Communication via crows or the crystal ball is sufficient, and we have the teacher to help us," the professor said calmly. "Within the limited period of peace, he will grow into a qualified young leader."

If Adrian could hear these words, he would probably be moved to tears.

Incidentally, Nova went to see Vice President Gibson Wyatt again, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost. It's unknown what the two talked about, but after the professor left, all the students saw their Vice President, looking distraught, locked himself in his office. Some said they heard him sobbing.

Still the owl did not appear.

Azuka stared at his nemesis in silence. Nova's movements in trying to stuff his treasure into the magic tool became slower and slower. He felt a chill all over his body from being stared at. At one moment, he suddenly understood what the other party meant.

"...When everything is over, if I still can't go home." The professor looked down at the thick stack of his handwritten lesson plans, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to leave them on his desk. "Retirement at Baita University is actually a good choice."

He paused, his voice unusually gentle. "If you want, you can stay here—you don't have to be my teaching assistant. With your academic qualifications, you can definitely pursue a degree at a university, or study medicine at Evergreen College."

A hint of smile appeared in the Savior's eyes: "Are you including me in your future plans?"

"Of course." Nova glanced at him in confusion. "You are my most important and trusted collaborator. I certainly hope to include you in my future."

“Just a collaborator?”

"You're still my friend," the black-haired young man said without looking up. He was struggling to decide whether to take a large, intact specimen of a rare insect or the male prawn specimen he'd found thousands of miles away. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to take the prawn. He was afraid of insects, and if his magic tool broke, he'd have to rely on someone to fix it.

"……friend?"

Someone gently pinched his chin, forcing him to turn his head. The professor, still a little dazed, was forced to meet a pair of clear yet deep blue eyes, as if he were facing the transparent sea water that nurtured a huge glacier.

An inexplicable uneasiness deep in his subconscious made him subconsciously add: "Best friend, or rather, only friend."

"You didn't do what you promised me." The Savior sighed gently.

This was blatant slander. Nova glared at the guy angrily and retorted coldly: "When did I fail to do what I promised you?"

The man slowly stroked his lips with the pad of his thumb.

The Savior's voice was soft: "You promised me to think carefully about your feelings about that 'kiss'."

He thought he had left enough time.

"I've thought about it. I don't mind it, because I trust you, so this overly intimate behavior doesn't resent me." The professor frowned. "I've fully expressed my friendship and trust in you. What else do you need?"

…Azuka almost laughed at the anger.

——It is indisputable that the other party has indeed done this. The number of times he almost couldn't suppress his control has continued to increase in recent days, and this will give people who are chasing the moon a signal, an illusion of hopelessness, whether the moon is intentional or unintentional - not to mention that he doesn't care.

The Savior looked unpredictable, and suddenly an idea occurred to him: "In your hometown, do friends kiss each other on the lips?"

"My country doesn't have this tradition now." Nova earnestly explained to the natives of the other world: "But in some cultures, yes, politicians have used passionate kisses to express their enthusiasm and friendship to their friends."

Azuka: “…”

He sighed softly, "I understand."

The professor stared at him warily: "What do you understand?"

He suddenly realized that there was the edge of the table behind him and another person's chest in front of him. There was nowhere to hide. He couldn't use the claws of the thunder shrimp to hit someone on the head.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault," said the other gently.

Although he said it was an apology, the guy's fingers slowly grasped the back of his neck. The warm touch made him tremble instinctively. "I was the one who selected the 'research subject' for you."

But as the protagonist of this world, he has always been good at correcting mistakes.

Azuka lowered his head towards the man, his voice still soft and almost whispering... He was always so gentle, even when he was committing a sin from which he could never escape.

He whispered to his moon, "Let's do the experiment again, okay?"

——This time, he didn't wait for a response from his old enemy.

At first, he just lightly touched the corner of his enemy's lips, and kissed him gently again and again politely and patiently. When he found that he did not get much resistance, he began to slowly hold his lips and lick them, until the fragile lip flesh became incredibly soft, as if it was about to melt, and then he reservedly deepened the kiss.

The professor frowned. The other man's tongue had already pried open his unguarded teeth, and the accidentally touched roof of his mouth suddenly sent a tingling sensation that made the hairs all over his body stand on end. He instinctively wanted to step back, but someone grabbed him by the waist and held the back of his head, completely immobilizing him.

The kiss was gentle, and after noticing his stiffness, it was incredibly careful and delicate, so that when the other party finally let him go, allowing him to gasp and catch his breath, the glistening saliva was still lingering between them.

Nova instinctively wanted to rub his lips vigorously with his hands to relieve the strange itchy feeling that was like an electric shock that was rushing from the depths of his mouth to his brain. But someone held his hand, and the other person lowered their eyes and gently kissed his lips, which had already become hot.

"Hate it?" The savior coaxed with her beautiful face, "Can we do it again?"

Although he said he was asking for consent, this guy still didn't have the patience to wait for an answer and blocked his hesitation without hesitation.

This time the other party was obviously much more violent. A kind of long-suppressed, complex and terrifying greed and desire surged up from the depths of that person's body, like pouring sea water, trying to completely swallow the other person.

He didn't know when he was staggered and forced to sit on an office chair, and was forced to raise his head for a kiss. He even felt a slight pain in his skull and a sore and numb feeling at the root of his tongue.

The dizziness from lack of oxygen made his vision black, and he was trapped in the man's hand, unable to escape. The intense anxiety of being targeted by a predator made him struggle instinctively. When the faint taste of blood appeared in his mouth, the professor finally couldn't bear it anymore and bit down hard - the other person didn't dodge, and then he quickly tasted the sweet fishy taste of blood.

The other party paused and finally ended the kiss that was almost like eating.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

The savior smiled, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, then lifted his messy golden hair and tucked it behind his ear, but his voice was as soft as ever.

He even wanted to come over and kiss his enemy's eyes, which were wet with physiological tears.

The professor was about to scold him, but the other party lowered his head and pecked his lips quickly once, again, and then a series of light kisses, light and fast, and separated as soon as they touched, but extremely annoying.

“You—!”

He wanted to avoid the continuous kisses, or at least make him speak - but his resisting hand was found between fingers, clasped tightly and pressed on the armrest. He soon found that he was exhausted and his gloves were taken off without him knowing when. Nova simply gave up struggling, leaned back in the chair, raised his chin coldly, stared at people gloomily with drooping wet eyelashes.

The other person finally sighed at his gaze and kissed him gently on the forehead: "Don't you like it?"

"You should at least let me say something," the professor sneered, "instead of trying to block my mouth. Even if I wanted to say I like you, I couldn't."

"I'm sorry, but if you say something I don't want to hear, I really don't know what to do." The guy lowered his eyes pitifully, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and leaned over to continue kissing him: "Maybe this will be my last chance to kiss you..."

Nonsense, Nova deadpanned.

"And you're really cute right now..." This person murmured nervously, the uncontrollable madness in his eyes was simply creepy - but his tone was still gentle: "It's too much for me to resist the urge to kiss you, you can't be so cruel..."

What nonsense is this guy talking about? The professor finally couldn't help staring at him in disbelief, but the guy was still sincerely and gently praising any of his reactions just now, whether it was trembling, panting, or anything else - even he was a little overwhelmed and subconsciously reached out to push the other person's face that was too close.

His hand was grabbed by someone, who then gently kissed the palm of his hand, then raised his eyes to stare at him and licked it slowly.

“…”

The great savior suddenly laughed.

He loosened his grip, pulled his stiff and bristling enemy into his arms, kissed the top of his head soothingly, and spoke in a voice as soft as the mist surrounding him.

"Professor, your ears are red," Azuka whispered softly.