Chapter 177 Exclusive

The hair felt soft, velvety and smooth, gently entwining his fingers, so much so that Nova felt a sense of panic. He couldn't wash these beautiful golden hairs as if they were the hair from a taxidermied animal. He never had to go through so many steps when washing his own hair. It was entirely because of this body's gift that he didn't have any hair loss problems.

The professor had taken off his coat and gloves, leaving only a shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of his forearms. The savior, meanwhile, hunched over on a small stool, his long legs barely tucked away.

His enemy's fingers were stiff, but he was careful enough and patient enough to clean up the hair that had been crusted with mud and water one by one.

But the other person obviously had no experience in taking care of others. When he was about to flush, he directly scooped up hot water and poured it all over his head. Caught off guard, the splashing water immediately wet his clothes and splashed the foam that had not yet been rinsed into his eyes.

Azuka: “…”

"…Sorry, are you blinded?"

Sensing something was amiss, the other man turned to face him, frowned, and observed him carefully before attempting to wipe his eyes with his foam-covered fingers. Even in the stinging darkness, the blond youth still grasped the restless claw with precision.

"...It's okay, I can do it myself." He sighed, and when his vision returned, he saw his nemesis standing in front of a small stool with two foamy hands raised, waiting for him with an expressionless face. He looked strangely obedient.

The water mixed with foam flowed down his raised forearms and soaked his sleeves - strictly speaking, his shirt was already soaked, sticking to his skin, especially his chest and abdomen, so that even every breath he took could be seen clearly.

Drops of water were sliding down the black-haired young man's pale forehead, landing on his eyelashes, and then trembling as if overwhelmed. He was wet, and the warm, humid mist, accompanied by the dim light of the bathroom, flowed ambiguously over his tightly pursed pale lips, his sharp, thin collarbone, and the narrow, constricted waist that was faintly visible under his shirt.

…Azuka suddenly didn't know whether she should regret having tempted the other party to make this ill-thought-out, joking proposal of intimacy.

"I promised you, I will help you clean it." Seeing him standing there in silence, the other party emphasized with a cold face: "This kind of problem will never happen again."

"...You can take off your clothes." The Savior heard himself say with extraordinary tenderness, "Isn't it uncomfortable to have wet clothes clinging to your body?"

"You said so." The other man stared at him warily. "If I take off my clothes in front of you, you will bite me like you bit my wrist."

…But what I want to do to you now is much more serious than a bite.

He sighed softly, "I said there were no signs—but since I was the first to propose it, it can't be said that there were no signs."

It was a far-fetched excuse, but after a moment's thought, he agreed, undressing himself with remarkable agility and abandoning his clothes on the sink. He seemed to be so uncomfortable with the wet clothes that he had been wanting to do this for a long time, like a cat that hates water.

Azuka had long discovered that his nemesis seemed to lack the usual sense of shame that ordinary people have when exposing their bodies in public, and he seemed particularly calm when facing the naked bodies of his own kind. This made him, who had originally intended to seduce the other party, even feel a little frustrated.

...Why? Is it because of Asperger's syndrome?

"Come here." The savior stood still, lowered his eyes and said softly, "Your hair is also splashed with mud and water. Let me help you clean it up."

But this time, his nemesis did not listen. He even took a step back belatedly, his eyes slightly widened, as if he had just realized that the two of them facing each other naked in the bathroom was not as harmless as he had imagined.

"...Are you worried that I might do something bad to you?"

Finding that he couldn't hold back and was showing some unusual and dangerous signals, Azuka calmly and skillfully soothed and coaxed him: "I said, I won't force you against your will."

——Alas, sweet torture.

"...your physiological reaction doesn't say that." Nova frowned and glanced down quickly: "Besides, I haven't finished washing you yet."

"Don't worry about it. You said it, it's just a physiological reaction." The other party still had a smile on his face, and his tone did not change at all, seeming very trustworthy. "And all that's left is to flush it. It will be the same if you flush it at the end."

“…”

"...You don't trust me?" Seeing him still motionless, the savior lowered his eyes in frustration. He used his fingers to gather up his wet, messy blond hair, his breathtakingly beautiful face slightly averted, a flicker of vulnerability passing through it.

"Actually, I don't like that guy named Greven." He said suddenly.

Although he had no opinion of the man himself, and would even have some admiration for him if he were in a different identity, he would not use this as an excuse to oppose contact between the two sides. His professor needed the other party's strength and power - but possessiveness is possessiveness, it rises darkly and dangerously layer by layer, and may completely break through the dam at any time.

Nova was stunned for a moment and looked up at him blankly. What did this have to do with Graven?

"You admire him very much." The other person whispered to him in accusation, "I can see that even though we're meeting for the first time in this life, your attitude towards him is much gentler and friendlier than your attitude towards me back then."

——This person not only threatened him with the Natalin people, but also put the tip of the arrow against his own neck and made a gesture.

professor:"……"

The professor's face was expressionless.

"That's because I'm in control now, whereas you were the one who took the lead when we first met." He said coldly, "If I continue to be tough on those slaves who are already extremely nervous, it will only have the opposite effect. I don't believe you haven't thought of this, so don't be unreasonable."

"I don't have any so-called memories of my past life, so I won't use this information as the sole criterion for judging people or things."

He frowned, staring into the pair of blue eyes that seemed particularly gentle and hazy under the mist. There were layers of dangerous undercurrents hidden in them. "Now you are the only one who can fully cooperate with me. I don't understand what you are thinking about."

The savior's face was full of grievance and innocence: "But now you don't even want to come to me."

“…”

In the end, he was the one curled up on the small bench.

…It was actually quite comfortable. Warm, deft fingers massaged through his hair, and Nova remembered that this man had once said he wanted to be a doctor. Perhaps because of this, he was incredibly familiar with the human body, always finding the right spots with such skill and precision that it even made him feel a little drowsy.

A hand suddenly covered his eyes gently. The man whispered in his ear, "It's time to flush." ​​He instinctively closed his eyes. The warm water flowed gently over his head and his whole body, like a lick.

The long darkness made him feel a little uneasy. He subconsciously felt around with his hands. Then he heard the other person's breathing suddenly become disordered for a moment. His hand seemed to touch something, but before he could react, someone grabbed his wrist lightly.

Don't open your eyes yet.

The savior gave the order in a suppressed but calm voice. He heard the slight sound of soft fabrics rubbing against each other. The other party released his hand, and then a hot body suddenly covered him from the back. The arms passed through his armpits and slowly clasped his waist from behind.

The man even buried his cheek in his shoulder and neck, and his warm and oppressive breath mixed with water mist was all sprinkled on his skin, causing shivers. His golden hair moved on his body like a little snake under the influence of the water flow.

A creepy and ominous premonition suddenly exploded at this moment. Regardless of the soreness in his eyes, the black-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes and struggled subconsciously.

"Don't move, it's just a hug - what are you afraid of?" Azuka calmly held his old enemy and coaxed him in an extremely gentle tone, without any disturbing clues.

He even turned his head to the side, carefully sniffed the faint scent of shampoo remaining on the back of the other person's neck, and then gently bit it, making the person tremble violently.

"You said you wouldn't bite me." The professor's voice was cold and tinged with anger. Only when you listened carefully could you tell it seemed a little stiff. "And what are you doing—are you sick again?"

He should have known that this guy had a tendency to crave skin, probably because his mother died of illness in his childhood and he lacked physical contact with his peers. And large-scale physical contact was indeed an irresistible temptation for patients.

"Yeah, I suddenly want to hug you." The savior ignored his accusation and apologized very readily: "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

The weight of another person forced him to curl up, his back completely arched, exposing the fragile and bony back of his neck. He could even clearly feel the abnormality behind him, separated only by a layer of soft fabric.

"...It's normal to feel desire for someone you like." Perhaps sensing his unusual unease, the other woman sighed softly, leaning over and gently kissing his tense jaw. "But my lord, you have no reaction to me... This makes me feel a little frustrated."

"Am I not good-looking?" He seemed to be really disappointed about this.

"...You're very beautiful. But as I said before," the professor closed his eyes gloomily, feeling a chill run down his spine, "I lack sexual attraction to men, women, or any other species besides humans. It has nothing to do with your appearance."

"……Really?"

The Savior was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled softly. His fingers slid down the other man's waistline, and then he felt his nemesis' body suddenly stiffen into stone.

"If you don't like it, tell me... I'll stop at any moment."

He slowly exhaled a breath of water vapor and spoke very gently.