Chapter 149 Desire
The spirit of the god seemed to see leeches of human blood, and the outside air was the salt that caused it to struggle in agony.
Nova once again heard the creepy screams of soul fragments, desperate, fearful, and filled with extremely twisted desire and hatred - but compared to the previous two times, the sounds seemed to become clearer and clearer, as if there was really a woman screaming in his ears, mixed with some slightly indistinct whispers, and he couldn't help but frown.
"professor."
Fragments of images flashed before his eyes, flickering like a broken television screen in a hospital ward. He was dazed for a moment before he could barely confirm that the memories weren't his own. He even imagined himself still trapped in the restraint bed, his features blurred, white-robed figures gazing at him with pity. Was it medical staff or the Glorious Church?
"……professor?"
No, that's right, this isn't his memory, absolutely not. No matter which world it comes from.
Someone held his shoulders, and he suddenly fell into that insecure state again - his soul was seen through by others. It was simply the most terrifying experience in the world, like throwing a naked newborn into the snow.
"No..." He instinctively shrank back and muttered tremblingly, forcibly suppressing the urge to struggle.
"Are you okay?" Azuka frowned, calmly swallowing the blood in his throat. As always, he was burned by the other's soul.
"Give me three numbers."
Azuka was stunned for a moment, then heard the other party, with half-closed eyes, whispering in a suppressed voice: "Any three, from the top to the bottom of the right side of my desk, book number, page number, and line number."
"...Book 3, page 56, line 7."
"'...My dear, when I woke up from my dream, sweating and groaning in pain, I cried and found that I longed to see your eyes so much.'"
The professor slowly opened his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered, "This is a letter from the famous first-century bard Bordokka to his wife Serena in Bordokka's Travels—I have no problem with my memory."
"Your soul... is eating." The Savior looked at him anxiously. "She is like a piece of candy that is slowly melting."
"I saw some of the Goddess of Love's memories, though only fleetingly." His nemesis analyzed calmly and rationally, "The first time I devoured the fragment of the Goddess of Love, I only heard a hallucinatory scream. The second time I devoured the fragment of the Goddess of Love, I clearly heard her voice. This is the third time, I've seen part of the Goddess of Love's memories."
Azuka understood his unspoken intentions. So far, he had only devoured three soul fragments, one of which had been consumed. But what if he devoured too many? A god possessed a vast and complex memory spanning decades, perhaps even centuries. Even with a powerful soul, human rationality had its limits. If this continued, his professor might become a—
madman.
"Let's leave here first," he suddenly whispered, "Aole is in Baita Town, so nothing will happen for the time being."
"As for you..." Azuka looked at his nemesis's overly pale face and the dark circles under his eyes, and his voice became softer. "We should go get something to eat, take a hot bath, and then get a good night's sleep. Whatever comes up, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Nova was stunned for a moment, then slowly replied, "If there's another pot of strong coffee, it would be the most wonderful news I've heard in days."
He even made a deadpan joke that wasn't funny: "I'm about to be pickled in the smell of death, and a perfect living specimen like me needs to be preserved with coffee."
"...Of course, coffee." The Savior sighed softly: "I promise you will have a perfect cup of coffee tomorrow morning, but you have to sleep well tonight."
By the time they finally left this underground city of the dead, it was already late at night. The exit of the cemetery was a cemetery—this seemed like a nonsensical statement, but thankfully it appeared to be far out in the suburbs and had been abandoned for a long time. Otherwise, two men crawling out of the graves, with the "corpse" of a young girl in a black dress floating behind them, would have scared the locals into mental illness.
"We should be in the suburbs of Barandor, southeast of White Tower Town." The professor carefully studied the inscriptions on the tombstones. "'Barandor, destroyed seven times and reborn seven times, a city that bloomed from the ashes.' No wonder there's such a large cemetery nearby."
Barandu City lies on the border. Further south lies a vast, dangerous wilderness infested with magical beasts, home to the Gray Domain Alliance. Fortunately, the Silver Iris Empire, currently experiencing tensions with the northern nation of Forlos, has shown disdain for these weak and disorganized barbarian tribes. Entry inspections are lax, and the Savior didn't even need to cast a spell; he simply slipped a few silver coins to the guards, allowing this suspicious group of cloaked, masked individuals to successfully enter Barandu City.
The professor remained silent all the way. When they arrived at the hotel, he settled the still unconscious Miss Carleton in another room. The savior watched his old enemy change his clothes and eat. The man had a good appetite, or too good, and even ate two full dinners - this should have been a good thing. He always thought that the other party was too thin and ate too little, but at this moment he always felt that something was wrong.
"You...seem to have a good appetite."
"I'm so hungry." The other person was very seriously wiping off the remaining soup with a slice of bread. Upon hearing this, he looked at him with extreme vigilance, swallowed the slice of bread in one gulp, and even subconsciously brought the bowl in front of himself, as if he was "protecting food" - after doing all this, he obviously realized something was wrong, frowned, and slowly pushed the bowl of soup away.
At night, they slept in two beds in the same room. Azuka was a light sleeper and woke up almost as soon as the other person climbed out of bed.
In the silent darkness, he saw the figure standing by the bed for a moment, then suddenly turning and walking towards him. Wait, is he barefoot? A thought suddenly flashed through Azuka's mind, but when he came to his senses, he found that his nemesis had climbed onto his bed and knelt on him without any courtesy, reaching down to pull at his quilt, his fingers as cold as ice.
Savior:"……"
Even he had to admit that his mind went blank for a moment.
"Professor?" He tried to sit up, but someone pressed his chest with both hands.
"I'm having a physiological reaction." In the dim light, he heard the other party say something unusually serious, his tone extremely fast and strangely high-pitched. "I'm not feeling well right now. You must remember everything I say next."
"I felt sleepy and tired, but my senses became more acute. At night, I could even hear the rustling of blood flowing through my veins. The slight pain from clothes rubbing against my body became unbearable. My appetite became excessive, and I even developed an abnormally strong sexual desire."
The other man was silent for a moment, and his eyes turned golden.
"You haven't completely devoured the soul fragment... The essence of your soul is still strong." Azuka heard himself answer very calmly, and began to wonder if he could forcibly remove the half-digested fragment of the god before he was seriously injured.
"I... don't know. I think this might be a rejection reaction," Nova lowered his head, looking at his hands. His fingers, usually steady as a surgeon's, were now trembling slightly. But he remained calm, calm and frantic. "You don't have to deal with it, but you have to record all my reactions. I'm afraid my memory will be distorted."
"The desires deep within this body have never been so abundant: appetite, sexual desire, sleep..." He began to gnaw on his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the void. Azuka heard his old enemy mutter nervously, "And I feel... fear about this."
“…”
Nova suddenly squeezed out a small, whimpering cry for help from his throat. It was a hug, and his overly sensitive senses at that moment reflected the breath, heartbeat, and body temperature of another human being faithfully onto his abnormal body.
The other party unreservedly held his waist with one hand and pressed his head roughly into his shoulder with the other hand.
His survival instinct screamed at him to flee, for he would surely die if he continued like this—but in reality, he was slowly raising his hands, grasping his companion's clothes bit by bit with both hands. He was trying to return the hug.
The black-haired young man began to breathe hard, trying to squeeze out the turbid and boiling gas in his lungs.
Azuka frowned.
There was no doubt that he was extremely abnormal at this moment. Even through a layer of clothing, his body temperature was still extremely high, his whole body was shaking as if in stress, and he even had some... embarrassing reactions.
But his shoulder sockets also grew damp. The Savior tentatively rubbed the man's slightly sweaty neck. The man shuddered, but didn't struggle, allowing his fingers to continue moving down, slowly patting his back.
"Will this be better?" he asked softly.
The other person didn't answer, but just trembled and grasped the pajamas on the back of his body a little bit when he tried to let go anxiously.
"...Don't stop." His nemesis buried his cheek deep in his neck and rubbed it, whispering with a nasal tone.
Azuka: “…”
He closed his eyes in forbearance.
He always had the dangerous illusion that even if he did something more extreme, his old enemy would be powerless to resist.
...But he couldn't, but he couldn't.
He longed for him greedily and meanly, and he also loved him painfully and desperately... When his moon woke up from the painful dream, would it be able to see his eyes the first thing?
"Then how can I make you... more comfortable?" The blond youth's voice was as soft as a lingering mist, but even the gentlest breath was enough to arouse the other person's most helpless trembling: "Some caresses and hugs? Or something more intimate?"
"Talk to me."
The person in his arms whispered, "I always feel like I hear a lot of strange noises. Talk to me more, anything is fine. I want to hear your voice..."
The comic's protagonist began to gently caress the other's back while earnestly recounting his childhood. He began by describing the Natalin valley, how as a child he'd chased a giant deer calf through the valley, only to be chased away by an angry doe. He described how, in spring, if he gently pried apart the snow on the shingle beach, he'd reveal clusters of rice-sized blue wildflowers blooming beneath. He described the bright, brilliant starry sky at night, and how the shallow waters were so warm that sometimes you could even see schools of drowned jellyfish, rising and falling with the waves, emitting a faint fluorescent glow.
The person's breathing gradually became even and relaxed, and Azuka breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they were asleep. He carefully pulled the quilt over them, trying to cover them, but they muttered sleepily, "You said you climbed a tree in the middle of the night to look at the stars, but you fell asleep and fell down..."
He sighed softly, "...Don't remember this kind of thing too clearly."
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