Chapter 150 Love
He had never imagined he could sleep so deeply, that when he opened his eyes he thought he was still dreaming. His mind was a lazy, exhausted mess, and chaotic waves washed over his limbs. He couldn't help but curl up a little, the unusually comfortable warmth beneath him enveloping him.
But a familiar voice came from above his head.
"Good morning, Professor."
“…”
"...You look much better." The young god lowered his eyes gently, a golden lake flowing in his deep eye sockets. He naturally gathered his hair back from his forehead and pulled the quilt up to cover his shoulders. "Would you like to have breakfast? Or would you like to sleep in a little longer?"
Nova blinked slowly, feeling as if something was wrong—why was he in this person's bed?
He carefully recalled his memories of last night: they were too chaotic, and the rejection reaction caused by the soul fragment seemed to have exaggerated his physiological instincts. The clearest memory was that he climbed onto another person's bed without hesitation, and with his proud rationality, he asked the other person to remember all his reactions.
Then Azuka saw his old enemy, who had slept peacefully in his arms all night, raise his head and stare at him seriously. "Good morning. I also feel that I have returned to normal. Although I don't have any similar memories, I need to confirm it with you for the sake of rigor."
"—did I have sex with you last night?"
Azuka: “…”
"If I say no," he narrowed his eyes dangerously, half smiling, not missing any change in the other person's expression, "will you feel regretful or glad about it?"
"What does this have to do with my subjective feelings?" His nemesis gave him a puzzled look. "If we did have sex, I'm worried that it might affect the absorption of the soul fragments, thus changing the observed results."
This person was clearly lying in his arms intimately and docilely, his body temperature and breathing clearly felt, but this guy was extremely unscrupulous, and seemed not to worry at all that he would do something bad to him - the savior didn't know whether he should feel relieved about the trust that he had cultivated with his own hands.
"...No." Azuka sighed deeply, leaning against the headboard, helplessly watching the man climb up from him slowly without changing his expression, sitting on the edge of the bed and unbuttoning his pajamas: "How could I force you to do this regardless of your wishes?
A good night's sleep made the black-haired young man's overly pale skin reveal a slightly fuller color. He lowered his head, and his hard spine bulged out in a jagged arc behind his neck.
"I know." The man took the time to glance at him calmly. "But I don't mind having sex with you. Your hypothesis is not valid."
“…”
The person on the bed didn't move for a long time. Nova turned his head and looked at him in confusion - then he subconsciously took a step back. The sudden strong premonition of danger always made him want to turn around and run away.
Another person asked calmly, "Do you really mean it, or is it just... a joke?"
"I don't think I'm kidding," he replied warily, glancing quickly around.
"Then I hope you can answer a question for me." The Savior's tone softened, even to the point of persuasion: "What exactly does 'sex' mean to you?"
…He really didn't want to hear things like, "This is an acceptable sacrifice to maintain the relationship."
"The reproductive process." The professor looked at him suspiciously, then answered without hesitation, "But the vast majority of humans are also obsessed with the pleasure it brings by boosting dopamine secretion, and the social and cultural significance it represents, including love, possession, conquest, humiliation, and so on."
"If you mean how to define the individual 'I'." He thought for a moment and replied unusually briefly: "Useless things."
"...So the point of this statement is that you are okay with having sex with 'me' and not anyone else."
This man didn't seem to be about to go crazy. The black-haired young man gradually relaxed and looked at him blankly, not quite understanding how his simple words could suddenly cause such a big reaction.
"Of course," he said inexplicably and earnestly. "First, I have no need to reproduce. Second, I don't need to rely on short-term sexual partners for stimulation or to satisfy my sexual desires. That doesn't align with my moral values, and I can completely control this time-wasting, energy-wasting physiological instinct with rationality."
"Finally," the professor frowned in disgust, "why should I help others deal with such useless and foolish desires?"
"...Then why me?"
The previously innocuous appearance was like a thin, sugar-coated object about to be torn, replaced by a new, dangerous omen. An unfathomable, enormous shadow emerged from behind the savior, almost reaching the ceiling—but he was gentle, unusually gentle, even his voice trembling with softness, carrying a strong, alluring tone: "My sir, why do you show mercy to me alone?"
Only he himself knew what a greedy, huge and ferocious desire was beneath this illusion, a desire that was almost completely erupted by a simple word from the other party - maybe this would scare his moon... maybe the moon would just remain as indifferent as before.
But this time his old enemy fell into a strange silence, and Azuka waited patiently.
"...I can't be sure." After a long pause, the other party hesitated, then answered with remarkable frankness, "I just realized that my first reaction last night was to ask you for help—perhaps that was a kind of trust, a dangerous and irrational trust that allowed me to completely expose my vulnerability to you... So, I concluded that I could accept having sex with you. However, I certainly didn't actually have sex with you, so this judgment can't be called 'absolutely correct.'"
He was silent for a moment, then added, "Of course, that's assuming you have such a need. This is all based on a ridiculous assumption, a statement made without much careful consideration. I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable."
“…”
Azuka closed his eyes and let out a slow breath.
...Is he angry?
Somehow, Nova suddenly felt strangely helpless, like a child facing a beautiful but shattered glass boat.
For a moment, the other person seemed like an avalanche and tsunami about to drown him... or a silent, thick fog, swallowing him up wetly bit by wet bit - but soon the person returned to his usual self, stretched out his hand to him, motioned him to come over, and then hugged him very gently.
"No, that's not it."
He answered softly, seriously and carefully, each word tickling his ear softly, causing him to subconsciously rub his shoulder: "'Sex' is a way for lovers to express their love to each other, not something I need, so you can cooperate with me unilaterally, even if it seems to you to be just a... 'useless thing'."
...He shouldn't have trusted him so easily and without reservation, being too sincere and defenseless - this would only make the greedy and despicable believer who had suddenly been favored try to ask for more and more until he completely swallowed up his moon.
"……I do not understand."
His nemesis wore a bewildered expression. At that moment, the scholar, who knew everything about the world, looked like an innocent child. A strange, soft, helpless bitterness fermented in his chest, and Azuka couldn't help but soften his voice.
"It's okay, let's start again with the simplest question." He said softly and considerately.
"Like, would you... kiss me?"
…
Emilia Carleton slowly opened her eyes. The unfamiliar ceiling made her jump out of bed until she saw a piece of letter at the head of the bed. The letter was written in a familiar sloppy handwriting, asking her to meet at the door of the hotel after she woke up.
After seeing the signature in the lower right corner of the letter, Emilia had to admit that she felt inexplicably relieved.
She successfully found someone in the corner of the hotel entrance. It was a familiar tall and thin figure, the gentleman who had been sentenced to death by the Church of Light. He was wearing an inconspicuous but thick enough hooded robe. He was kicking the snow with his toes impatiently, and had even dug a small hole in the ground.
...Where's that blond sorcerer who's always been so inseparable? A doubt flashed through Emilia's mind. But she had to admit, his absence actually made her feel a little relieved. Despite his striking appearance, pleasant voice, and gentle demeanor, Emilia was inexplicably afraid of him, even more so than Mr. Nova, who looked and actually was not easy to mess with.
"Mr. Nova, good morning." The girl in the black dress approached cautiously and called out in a whisper, fearing to attract other people's attention: "Where am I?"
Having also heard about the Brody family affair, she considerately changed her address.
"Balandor City." The man turned around and looked her up and down with his smoky gray eyes, which made Emilia stand at attention and adjust her skirt awkwardly. "Good morning, Miss Carleton."
He nodded slightly, his tone as cold as ever, but Emilia found she had become somewhat accustomed to this indifference. She was now full of questions, and the gentleman seemed to have the ability to read her mind and asked first, "Do you still remember your last, clearest memory?"
"My last memory seems to be me standing in the crowd on both sides of the road in White Tower Town, watching you go to the Church of Light for your trial," Emilia whispered. She couldn't help but shudder, and the fear of belated realization spread in her eyes. "...The rest of my memory is fragmented. What happened to me?"
The black-haired young man hummed noncommittally, seemingly having no intention of continuing the topic - after all, it was too noisy here and not a good place for conversation.
After waiting for a while, Emilia couldn't help but start the conversation again: "Sir, what are we waiting for now?"
"Azuka, he's going to hire transportation. We plan to return to White Tower Town." The other party replied calmly: "As for you, you can leave when you pass by Evergreen Academy."
The topic ended again. Emilia Carleton couldn't help but secretly look at him. The black-haired young man looked much thinner and a little haggard than when they first met, but his pair of cold star-like eyes still made people dare not look directly at him.
...And what's wrong with his lips? They seem a little red?
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