Chapter 236 Excessive

"...So, what should I do?" The professor stared at him expressionlessly, feeling a strange tension between his brows. "Give me a schedule?"

The other person sighed slightly, leaned forward, and kissed his forehead, just enough to soothe his instinctively tense brow. Then he kissed his eyes, his nose, his lips... lightly and softly, like gently falling snowflakes.

Then the savior covered his eyes with his hands, leaving him blankly in the darkness: "Leave it to me, sir."

"I'll make you feel comfortable," the whispers drifted into his ears, itching and burning hot. "If you're scared, please tell me..."

——He won’t stop.

…

...a bullshit bastard.

It certainly didn't hurt, but he'd rather feel it. He'd never known that happiness could make a person lose their rationality even more easily than pain—he didn't even realize when he'd curled up in his savior's arms again, trembling helplessly, only able to rest his chin on his shoulder in a daze. Even his arms were too weak to lift, and he could only scratch them with his extremely short nails in protest, but he couldn't even leave the slightest white mark.

It was so excessive that I even felt a little retching.

"Don't cry, let me rub it for you, okay?" Another person whispered in his ear, as if comforting a sick child, and pressed his cramped lower abdomen with one hand, gently and maliciously, pressing down and kneading in circles to relieve the things that made him tremble uncontrollably.

Isn’t this excessive? The black-haired young man thought blankly as he trembled and tried to dodge - but it was too much, not just overflowing, but a world-destroying flood pouring down from the sky.

He couldn't even remember when it all ended. All the remaining memories of the later period were damp, hot, and so long that it seemed endless, making him sob and beg for mercy in despair, as if he had been swallowed by the boundless sea, forcing him to lose all the sanity he was proud of, and everything that was bound and condensed by the secular world, morality, reason, and thinking. Only a body was left, driven by instinct, trembling in the hands of another person.

As the night deepened, Azuka tentatively reached out to touch the lover in his arms. However, even with a gentle pat on his back and shoulders, he couldn't stop trembling. He couldn't tell if it was from the lingering pain or from fear.

...For an ordinary person who is frail and lacks exercise, it seems that what he did was a little too much.

The savior felt a rare pang of guilt. Healing spells could only heal physical wounds; nothing else could dispel them, whether fatigue or the burden of mental strain. He could only stroke his nemesis's back again and again, as if soothing a shivering, curled-up cat that had been thrown into the water and then pulled out, patiently and slowly kissing his face, drenched in tears and sweat.

I don’t know how long it took before the uncontrollable tremors finally stopped.

"Professor? Are you okay?" Azuka gently rubbed the other's lips, then put a cup of warm water to his lips, even considerately adding some honey to it. "Drink some water, please?"

His old enemy stared at him blankly with his unfocused eyes. After a long moment, he seemed to gradually recognize who he was. The black-haired young man slowly opened his mouth and obediently took the glass of water from his hand and slowly drank it all.

"Are you hungry? Want something to eat?" The savior continued to pat the back of the person in his arms patiently like coaxing a child, diverting attention at the same time to prevent people from being really scared of him, which would be a waste of time.

But when he wiped the water stains from his opponent's lips with his fingertips, his old enemy suddenly opened his mouth again and bit him slowly but firmly without hesitation. However, his opponent was completely exhausted, and after biting for a long time, even the teeth marks were pitifully shallow.

Azuka: “…”

So cute, I want to continue.

But in the end, he still managed to suppress the impulses that would make him die in bed. Instead, he kissed his lover's slightly open lips lovingly and carried her into the bathroom to clean up. Before he finished, she had completely fallen into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the professor finally woke up at the call of his biological clock: "..."

Damn it, his whole body ached as if something had run him over. His work efficiency was definitely the lowest today—he had believed in that guy's evil spirit.

Seeing him staring at the void with an expressionless face, the culprit who was lying beside him with his face tilted to his side, admiring his lover's sleeping face, came over with a smile and kissed him sweetly on the forehead.

"Good morning, dear."

The blond god smiled gently, looking in a good mood. The warm and bright morning sunlight enveloped his holy and perfect face, as if his whole body was glowing.

“…”

The black-haired young man opened his mouth with difficulty, but his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't even find his own voice.

The Savior blinked innocently: “What do you want to say?”

He leaned over, and then he heard the other person speak in a hoarse voice in his ear with difficulty: "You're not restless this morning, you bastard."

Azuka: “…”

The other party kept cursing him in a hoarse voice: "Liar."

"When have I ever lied to you?" The savior held the man in his arms, feeling both amused and helpless, and tried to cast a healing spell on the throat - it seemed to have some effect, at least the other party became much more fluent when accusing him.

His old enemy glared at him sternly with his smoky grey eyes, trying to make him feel guilty. Even after carefully applying hot water to his eyes last night, they were still a little swollen, probably from crying too much.

The black-haired young man's voice was chilling: "You said it would be gentle and wouldn't hurt."

"...Am I not gentle?" Azuka helplessly pecked and kissed his nemesis's forehead. "Did I cause you any pain?"

The guy then began to give him examples with the seriousness of an academic discussion: "First, my whole body aches. Second, yesterday, around the sixty-five minute mark, I told you it hurt and asked you to stop and leave, but you didn't. Instead, you just—"

"I'm going to get hard if you keep talking, sir." The Savior interrupted him with a smile: "This is not a threat."

As he said this, he was massaging someone's aching waist and thighs. The warm healing spell enveloped the person's body, causing the red marks and teeth marks that almost covered the entire body to gradually fade away.

...In fact, he really wanted to keep these traces to fully prove his ownership, but he had already gone too far this time. It would be better not to bully them too much next time, so as not to make people completely angry.

The other party raised his eyelids and looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly said grimly: "...You should be thankful that I can't even lift a finger now."

He said word by word: "——Otherwise I will kick you."

The professor's eyes widened slightly as another person slowly took one of his legs from under the quilt.

He had been making threats before, but yesterday's painful lesson made him flinch subconsciously, almost instinctively wanting to struggle and turn over and run. Instead, someone expertly grabbed his ankle, gently kneaded his calf with a warm palm, and then slowly bent it, forcing his toes to rest on the other person's shoulder.

The Savior gently kissed the top of his foot, letting his pale, slender toes curl up instantly, revealing the pale blue veins surging beneath the thin skin.

Azuka couldn't help but rub the slightly trembling ankle with his fingertips, and his smile became more gentle and brighter: "Now you can kick me."

professor:"……"

Professor: "First of all, I'm not that angry. Not to the point of kicking you."

Professor: "Secondly, your leg is cramping, put it down."

After a chaotic moment, Nova rubbed his forehead with a headache and finally managed to get up from the bed. The other person followed him closely, even when he was brushing his teeth and washing up, he insisted on hugging him from behind and deeply sniffing the scent of his neck.

"...It's too heavy, let go." The professor was a little impatient - this guy was getting more and more clingy.

"No, you smell like me." The savior was whining and playing tricks, tightening his arms little by little, so that the other person's sensitive waist suddenly trembled. He paused, and couldn't help but lower his head, sucking and kissing the other person's neck, leaving a red mark: "It smells good."

The professor, still holding the toothbrush in his mouth, subconsciously tried to pry his hand open. As he did so, he reasoned with him, his mouth full of foam: "That's because our toiletries are interchangeable, so of course the smell is exactly the same - do you think sex is a pheromone marker?"

The Savior was silent for a moment: "...Pheromone marking, what is it?"

"It comes from a unique fictional social setting popular in fictional literature from my hometown. Its core concept is to construct social structures and character relationships through the reconstruction of biological gender roles." The professor explained quickly and expressionlessly. Seeing that the person seemed to want to ask more questions, he frowned and pulled off his toothbrush. "Damn it! Wait a minute! I've already swallowed all the toothpaste foam."

Azuka: “…”

He couldn't help but bury his face deep in the back of his nemesis' neck and laughed softly.

"...If you really have nothing to do, please bring me the organized meeting materials." Nova dragged a heavy golden spirit behind him for a long time, and finally said, unable to bear it any longer, "And then prepare me a cup of black coffee - shut up, I didn't drink it yesterday."

He said coldly, his face darkening, "Not a single bite."

Azuka looked at the other man's slightly tense profile, his eyes soft enough to be drawn. The other man seemed to be sulking, his face showing a rare youthful vivacity.

After rinsing the toothpaste clean, his nemesis glanced at him, clicked his tongue, and finally came over reluctantly, gently touching his lips: "...Okay, good morning."

The Savior blinked and reminded innocently, "You should call me dear too."

"Don't push your luck." The professor pushed him away expressionlessly. "And have you paid any attention to the knight? I hope he's not dead yet."