Chapter 274: Relying on Favor

Ole and Marcyline left, the former with a face twisted with a mixture of gloating joy and worry, the latter as happy as the happiest fool in the world, and before leaving, she held the professor's hand tightly and told him with a choked voice that she would never forget this night in her life.

There seemed to be a little fishy smell left on his fingertips from handling the food. The black-haired young man frowned. He was very sensitive to this kind of fishy smell. He immediately went to the bathroom to wash his hands. As a result, as soon as he looked up, he saw a figure standing behind him in the mirror.

The professor was startled.

The guy stood quietly behind him, surprisingly close, yet even his breathing was eerily light. His pale golden eyelashes drooped slightly, masking the emotion in his eyes. The hint of blue seemed to glow in the dim light.

Compared with the perfect face in the mirror, it somehow looked subtly terrifying.

"You miss home." The Savior said quietly.

The professor was stunned. He knew the other party wasn't referring to the Brody family. He didn't turn around. Instead, he thought for a moment and said carefully, "I did remember some things from home."

The familiar taste was like an umbilical cord, briefly connecting him to the real womb where he grew before he came into this world.

"...When I was in middle school, my homeroom teacher took good care of me," he whispered. "She couldn't stand my casual approach to meals, so she often found excuses to invite me to her house for dinner. That's when we learned how to cook."

During adolescence, his temper was even more erratic than it is now. He skipped grades, kept to himself, and was an orphan, making him a prime target for school bullies. However, given his unparalleled academic performance, no one dared to bully this undisputed prodigy, the focus of numerous teachers and even officials—and yet, no one his age was willing to engage in much conversation with him.

Being hugged.

The guy put his arm around his waist and leaned his cheek against his shoulder. Even so, his blue eyes stared at him without blinking, looking into his reflection in the mirror.

"If homesickness makes you sad," Azuka murmured softly, "tell me, talk to me—or just think about me more."

...Out of some dark thought, he knew very well that those emotions belonged to a past that was extremely far away from him and seemed forever unreachable - but he was extremely greedy and wanted to swallow up his moon together with all the past and future, all the living and the dead, all the love and hate.

"It's just a normal association, why should I be sad?" The professor frowned and gave the man a puzzled look, not understanding the other person's logic for a moment. "And what does this have to do with missing you? Let go, you're so heavy."

He couldn't help but try to pull away at the arm that was tightly wrapped around his waist. The other person was holding him too tightly, with most of his body pressed against him. The force was like being grabbed by a black hole, being pulled inwards bit by bit, and it always gave him a sense of foreboding.

The Savior lowered his eyes, slowly nuzzled his cheek against his shoulder, and then gently kissed the side of his neck. The warm breath made the professor shudder. It was clearly an extremely gentle and sweet kiss, but his blue eyes remained fixed on the black-haired young man's face in the mirror, like a monster that could suddenly burst out and devour anyone at any time.

The man's voice lowered gently and creepily: "I don't want to leave you, I don't want to let go - so please allow me to hold you like this forever, okay?"

professor:"……"

"Are you drunk?" he questioned, and suspiciously put his palm on the face of the person behind him, trying to feel if it was hot - but was licked on the palm of his hand without any hesitation. The wet touch made him withdraw his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hmm." Azuka blinked, then slowly grasped his nemesis's hands, holding them in his palms and playing with them. First, he stroked his fingertips, then began to pinch his palms, very carefully, inch by inch, neither lightly nor heavily, rolling over his bones and flesh.

"You haven't bitten yourself in front of me for a long time. I always thought you had recovered a lot." He suddenly asked softly without any warning, his breath drilling into his ears aggressively: "But why did you try to hurt yourself?"

The professor frowned and stared at him, doubting his memory for a moment: "Wait, when did I hurt myself?"

The guy looked serious and said, "You tried to cut off your own tail in a fantasy world."

“…”

The corners of Nova's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he wondered if this person was drunk and had lost his mind: "You also said that it was an illusion."

In the illusion, this person is a birdman with wings. Is he going to accuse the other party of shedding feathers everywhere?

"It's such a sensitive spot, and I just touched it, and you started crying and trembling, struggling desperately to escape from me." But the guy ignored him and focused on accusing him: "And yet you were so cruel as to use a knife directly. If I hadn't interrupted..."

The professor shut his mouth indifferently.

He didn't want to discuss this with the drunkard; it was completely pointless. But the blond youth suddenly clamped his chin with his hand, forcing him to look up and stare at himself in the mirror, watching the warm fingertips of the person behind him caress his lips affectionately.

"Don't you want to talk to me about this?" The man asked softly, pressing his lips with his fingertips. "Why are you pursing your lips even more—or do you want to bite me?"

...By the way, does this guy's personality become even worse after he gets drunk?

"Let go." Azuka suddenly heard the person in his arms say coldly.

He paused, his eyes becoming increasingly gloomy, but he slowly loosened his arms and instead supported himself on the sink with one hand on each side, allowing the other person to turn around with some difficulty in the small space formed by his chest and the sink, facing him.

The Savior's eyes suddenly widened for a moment.

His nemesis grabbed him by the collar, forced him to bend down slightly, and then, expressionlessly, kissed him hard on the lips, making a clear sound.

"We'll discuss this issue after you sober up." The black-haired young man raised his chin and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction to teach him a lesson, as if he didn't realize that he was being held in front of him and had nowhere to escape: "Even if you are drunk, you are not allowed to make trouble - ugh!"

He was carried to the sink.

The other man's palms gripped the back of his head tightly, kissing him passionately, roughly, and with unnatural greed. The bitter aroma of wine flowed down the other man's mouth and tongue and into his throat, coaxing him to swallow it all. He began to feel dizzy, and he didn't know if it was the lack of oxygen or the alcohol.

The entire back of their heads were forced against the cold mirror, causing their black hair to all stand up. In their panicked struggle, the professor accidentally turned on the water valve, causing water to splash and soak half of their bodies.

The man kissed him passionately, then turned the water valve back on, grabbed his waist, and dragged him into his arms. His water-soaked shirt clung to his body, so tightly that the sudden contact with another person's skin felt like it was burning. The professor couldn't help but shudder, but he was misunderstood.

Sorry, the water is too cold. The other person gently whispered to him in between kisses and breaths, saying that if he wanted to play in the water, we would boil some hot water later.

Even with his hands supporting his head, his head still felt a dull pain from the pressure, and the guy didn't let him speak at all. He was forced to drink more alcohol, and his body became weaker and weaker. The professor finally couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly bit the guy's lips hard.

This bite was very hard. Although he controlled the force so as not to cause bleeding, his dissatisfaction was definitely evident.

Sure enough, the guy was silent for a moment, and finally let him go, even revealing a bit of pitiful surprise and grievance on his pretty face.

"You bite me and it hurts." The savior complained softly and weakly. From an angle where no one could see, his lowered blue eyes showed a creepy depth.

"You were the one who got drunk first." The professor glared at him rudely. "I told you to wait until you sober up before we talk. What else do you want?"

Arrogant because of being spoiled, this strange word suddenly popped up in his mind.

The guy opened his eyes wide at him sadly: "Just because I'm drunk, I can't kiss you?"

"...It's not that I can't." Nova was confused by his logic for a moment, frowning and retorting: "But you kissed me too hard, it seemed like you were taking revenge on me."

"I didn't." Those gentle blue eyes looked at him innocently, looking extremely sincere. "I would never repay you with a kiss of love. You're just too cute—I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

professor:"……"

Does that make sense? He thought dazedly, this guy definitely didn't use this method when he was doing bad things.

"...Okay, sorry." He finally decided to apologize sincerely: "I misunderstood you."

Azuka stared at his nemesis for a while, then suddenly, without warning, lifted the man's thigh and picked him up, carrying him out of the bathroom like a child. The hems of their wet clothes were still dripping, leaving a winding string of water marks on the corridor floor.

Nova was startled by him and instinctively hugged the other person's neck tightly. Before he could react, he was gently placed on the edge of the bed and his wet shirt was pulled off.

He subconsciously grasped the hem of his shirt, raised his head in annoyance, and glared coldly at the guy who was suspected of deceiving him: "Excuse me, it will be difficult to get an erection after being drunk - if you are really drunk."

"Your clothes are wet." The guy didn't respond. He just came over as if nothing had happened, kissed his lips affectionately, and comforted him softly: "You'll catch a cold if you don't take them off."

After he slowly loosened his grip hesitantly and obediently let the other person take off his wet clothes, the other person suddenly turned him over and pressed him on the bed, then slapped him hard on the butt without any hesitation.

Azuka easily restrained the man's angry struggles. He slowly brushed his hair back, then leaned over and bit the back of his neck. With a smile, he whispered, "This is revenge, sir."