Chapter 158: Resistance

"Let go."

Azuka heard the person in his arms say coldly.

He paused, loosened his grip a little, and carefully observed the other person's expression - expressionless.

But he was so pale that any slight change was striking. Like the thin layer of blood flowing across the thinnest skin of the human body, or the damp, tufted eyelashes that fluttered slightly with panting. His lips were the richest color, like a layer of carefully applied sweet paste.

The overly sharp and cold parts of his nemesis seemed to be wrapped in a layer of moist, warm, delicate and light velvet. The sharpest and most dangerous part of it was hesitantly and confusedly pressing against the strange softness that suddenly occupied the opponent's entire world, but it never managed to cut it into pieces.

...too soft-hearted.

The Savior sighed almost from the depths of his soul.

He did not let go, but lowered his head and kissed the smoky gray eyes that still had a dazed look in the depths of the pupils. Some salty and cold liquid stained his lips, and he suddenly felt thirsty.

"I'm sorry," Azuka said gently, "but I won't let you go until you answer my question."

"You're making it impossible for me to think." The professor, who was completely trapped in someone's arms, said coldly - while he was speaking, another person was getting closer and closer, kissing his forehead, eyes and lips affectionately, with sticky kisses.

Even when the words just fell, I don't know if that guy did it on purpose, but his warm lips happened to brush against the tip of his ear, and the moist touch was gone in an instant. The tingling and numbness without any warning made the black-haired young man shiver violently, and his brows were knitted even tighter.

"Really?" the jerk replied with a smile. "Would you allow me to take that as a compliment?"

professor:"……"

He began to wonder if putting a gun to the man's chin might force him to behave more normally.

...Forget it. He suddenly felt that given the other party's current mental state, it was entirely possible that he would lick the barrel of his gun, and he couldn't really shoot, which would only make things out of control.

"So you want to have sex with me?" Nova frowned and stared at the man, causing the smile on the other man's face to disappear a little.

"I said I don't mind." He said expressionlessly, "If you really need me to, I can cooperate."

Why bother with so much effort, kissing and hugging, making him still a little dizzy, with a bloody taste in his mouth - he probably bit the tip of his tongue, and now he can speak so fluently, it is obvious that he has secretly treated himself.

"...Did you do this on purpose?" another person asked calmly.

"What?" Nova was a little confused.

"Always makes me want to punch you."

But I just can't bring myself to do it.

"Or please allow me to try another way." The other man paused, then added with remarkable gentleness, making it hard to tell whether he was threatening or speaking sincerely. "I also want to make you collapse, to make you truly unable to think, until you completely lose all self-protection in front of me, and even the rationality you are so proud of... I want you to cry, right now."

"I can't possibly lose my mind." The professor instinctively frowned and retorted, but a strange sense of foreboding made him subconsciously tense up.

He simply raised his eyelids sinisterly and asked again rudely, "So, do you want to beat me up or fuck me?"

“…”

Once again, Azuka discovered that the word "sentiment" was completely absent from this man's brain circuit. He sighed deeply, simply put his knees between his legs, completely trapped the man in the chair, and cupped his face with both hands.

"I love you."

He looked very seriously into the smoky grey eyes which had drastically shrunk, and gently rested his forehead against the other's.

"You may understand this as asking you to allow me to pledge my allegiance to you with my soul."

He was like a gently flowing, eternal river, silently swallowing up the other person with every word he spoke.

"I want to share every moment of the rest of my life with you, and you will have everything I have until death do us part."

"I am willing to be a safe place for you to rest. I want to take care of your daily life and diet, and nourish your body until it becomes healthy and comfortable, and completely attached to me."

"Of course, if you can get pleasure from it as much as I crave satisfaction from it... I long to make love to you as a lifelong partner."

The other person's voice resonated softly with the air, and Nova suddenly found that he seemed to hear the sound of blood rushing in his head.

It was completely unfamiliar, unlike "praise", which made him feel light and happy. This thing cruelly threw him into an unfamiliar sea, and he was about to be drowned by the surging tide.

——Too much, too much...too much...to the point of making him feel fear instinctively.

Not getting the expected reaction, Azuka carefully observed the demeanor of his old enemy.

"...You seem uneasy about this." His voice was as soft as mist, with a hint of temptation: "Why? Would you like to tell me?"

"...I never told you about my 'homeland'."

...This is truly a pleasant surprise. The savior blinked slowly.

"If you want to talk about it," he said gently and considerately.

The professor suddenly felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he found that he had been carried to a more spacious sofa, with a pillow stuffed in his arms and even a blanket covered on him. Another person was sitting next to him, looking at him seriously, as if listening attentively.

Nova was silent for a moment, surprised by the strange sense of déjà vu between this guy and a psychiatrist from another world. "I used to have Asperger's syndrome."

Without waiting for the other party to ask, he quickly explained the unfamiliar term: "You can understand it as a disease that makes it impossible for me to establish normal social relationships and empathize with others."

Azuka couldn't help but frown, and suddenly many things seemed to make sense: "Besides the mental impact, is it harmful to your body itself?"

"……Maybe."

The other man lowered his eyes and stared at his fingers in silence. Even the doctor couldn't tell whether the fatal tumor in his brain was related to his mental problems, but he didn't want to talk about the most painful and hopeless parts, so he quickly skipped them.

"My biological parents thought I was a mentally ill lunatic. They couldn't afford my medical expenses, so when I was five, they had a healthy newborn, so they abandoned me in the hospital." The black-haired young man spoke in an unusually calm tone, describing the scene in his memory with a cold air. "They apologized to me and left."

He always had a good memory. The man and the woman each touched his face, apologized, and quickly left, two cold tears falling on their faces.

…So why apologize? For the hurt, abandonment, and betrayal that's about to happen?

He was suddenly hugged by someone, and the strange warmth made the black-haired young man's breathing disordered for a moment, but it soon returned to normal.

"...You don't have to comfort me."

He dropped the pillow from his arms and patted the other person's back somewhat stiffly. "Later, I was adopted by a government-run orphanage, met a kind-hearted person who sponsored me, and was admitted to a top university. I'm doing research that interests me, so I don't feel sad when I recall it."

"My sensitivity to apologies is simply because the trauma I experienced happened to be during my most vulnerable childhood, and I've long since gotten used to overcoming it." He even made a half-joking joke: "You just apologized to me, and I just want to put a gun to your chin."

"...My point is, even if I've replaced myself with a healthy body, I doubt I'd be able to form normal interpersonal relationships due to my lack of proper experience." The professor pushed the person away and gazed cautiously into their gentle, sincere eyes. "Friendship won't be too demanding for me. I'll strive to emulate what I've seen in books and movies, striving for a fair and mutually beneficial cooperation to maintain it."

"...But I don't understand 'love.'" In that moment, he was compassionate yet cold, like a god: "In my opinion, this impulse, driven by hormones, completely contradicts the rationality that I regard as the basic logic of life."

"—In other words, there's a very real possibility that I won't be able to give you the 'love' you desire, and I might even end up hurting you in the future without even realizing it."

The other party was silent for a while, but then laughed softly.

"You really are..."

He sighed and ruffled the other man's hair lovingly.

"So what?" He gently kissed the other's forehead and whispered soothingly, "I once said that all you have to do is turn to me, and I can leave the rest to you. I will take the initiative to come to you."

——Besides, the other person will be sad because of the possibility of some deception that has not yet happened, will feel shy and uneasy because of his kisses and sweet words, and may even be afraid of the harm he may cause him... His fingertips have already touched his moon, who knows if the moon will fall into his arms?

"Do you remember what my godhead truly is?" Azuka seized his nemesis's right hand and pressed it against his chest. The pulsing lines of the godhead flowed joyfully beneath the other's fingertips. Wind totems swirled and roared, until a sharp sword completely shattered the chaotic storm.

"I have been seeking changes all my life, fighting against the predetermined fate all my life, or in other words, I have been struggling and resisting the situation you set up all my life." A firm and bright power that makes people unable to look away is concentrated in him. He is colorful, like a hero from an ancient epic.

"—So I am the god of resistance and change."

"My sir, since I was able to survive your hands in my previous life, you should also believe in my experience and ability to 'fight' against you. Those 'injuries' you mentioned will never kill me." Seeing the man's eyes slightly wide open and staring at him in a daze, the savior couldn't help laughing and leaned over to kiss the other's tightly pursed lips.

There was no resistance, which made his eyes soften even more.

"And you don't actually resent my closeness, do you?"