Chapter 163 Mark
When the room was quiet again, Azuka, who was sitting on the sofa deep in thought, was startled when someone walked up to him. He just raised his eyes and saw his old enemy taking off his clothes without hesitation, at such a fast speed that by the time he reacted, most of his chest was exposed.
Savior:"……"
He cast the barrier almost instinctively. Ole had already left, probably going somewhere to question his life alone. Before leaving, Marcylin gave him a rather strange and complicated look. Perhaps he should talk to both of them separately later—the former to prevent them from getting too hung up on it, and the latter, naturally, related to the person in front of him.
"Divine Seal, you promised it." Seeing that the man said nothing, Nova frowned and reminded him.
The air was still chilly, and his clothes were thrown on the sofa. He was bare-chested in front of everyone, and without the protection of his clothes, he felt a surge of insecurity, his entire body filled with goosebumps.
The other party looked at him mysteriously for a while, finally sighed softly and stood up.
Perhaps because they were too close, the pressure from the height difference, which was not that big to begin with, suddenly increased exponentially. The professor subconsciously took a step back, but someone held his shoulders, and the warm palm made him frown.
The next second, the black-haired young man was forced to sit on the sofa. He felt warm and a robe still stained with another person's body temperature appeared on his shoulders.
The Savior squatted down before him, appearing completely humble and docile, but his words were blunt: "You should know that I will desire you."
“……?”
The professor looked at him in confusion - what did this have to do with the current topic?
The other party did not explain, but just stretched out his hand to him with his palm facing up.
Azuka said calmly, "Hand."
Nova hesitated. He had a bad feeling, but the man looked serious. After thinking for a moment, he decided to hand him his gloved right hand.
The other person grabbed his wrist gently and pulled his glove off from his fingertips, revealing a clean and thin palm.
Azuka looked over and examined it carefully - his palms were warm, his fingertips were slightly cool, the nail bed was still very short, but the arc was round and clear, and there were no obvious bite marks on the protruding joints. It was obvious that the other party's mental state had recovered a lot recently.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the palm of his old enemy. The five fingers of that hand immediately tightened and instinctively retracted, but he had already prepared and held the forearm tightly. He could only let his fingertips slip into the gaps in the taut muscles and gradually forced the five fingers to open.
Small kisses followed one after another, like cool snowflakes falling on the other person's hands, which looked extremely pale due to years of not seeing the sun.
The professor shuddered and stared at the other man in disbelief - he didn't think the process of branding the divine mark had anything to do with his current behavior.
—The guy was licking him.
The gentle and soft kiss turned into a warm and moist lick. The tip of his tongue deftly hooked over the sensitive webbed fingers and the red finger joints, sliding over the joints that he had bitten out of anxiety one by one, until it went down along the blue veins in the palm of his hand, touching the light blue depression in the middle of his wrist, feeling the throbbing pulse under his lips - and then bit down hard without any warning.
"Hiss—what are you crazy about?!"
A complete tooth mark, slightly bleeding, was clearly imprinted on the inside of the black-haired young man's wrist.
The ominous premonition reached its peak. Seeing that he could not pull his hand out at all, and even had a vague tendency that his whole body would lose its center of gravity and be dragged over, Nova quickly groped around on the sofa with his still free left hand - this time he remembered to carry a gun with him - and then lifted the other man's chin with the pistol.
"Let go." He ordered coldly.
The man chuckled softly, his voice soft and pleasant, carrying a strong hint of pleasure and allure. She tilted her head and pressed her cheek against his right palm. Her smooth, cool blond hair entwined with his fingers, and her long, thick, light-gold lashes gently brushed against his fingertips, like a butterfly fluttering its wings. It tickled Nova's eyelids, and a tingling sensation shot up his spine and into his scalp.
The corners of the Savior's lips were even stained with the blood of his old enemy. He seemed unconcerned by the cold, chilling muzzle of the gun pressed against his vitals, and simply warned gently, "If you don't want me to repeat what I just did to your body for the time being, please don't do this again... undressing in front of me without warning."
- And don't always say things that constantly challenge his rationality.
Azuka paused, then added with extreme seriousness, "Of course, not in front of other people either."
The answer he got was the sound of a gun being loaded without hesitation. The cold, hard muzzle of the gun dug deep into the skin of the blond young man's neck. He could even feel the undulation of his muscles caused by his breathing and the steady beating of his pulse along the barrel of the gun.
"Let go."
The professor had a blank expression on his face. He began to calculate in his mind the angle of the shooting and the trajectory of the bullet, as well as how to inflict the greatest degree of deterrence without damaging vital organs.
"Are you going to shoot?"
The guy was actually still smiling, and there was a very gentle and clear smile in his beautiful blue eyes.
He approached the person sitting on the sofa meekly, turned his head and gently kissed the tooth mark that was slowly oozing blood: "Sorry, does it hurt?"
——But he didn't want this mark to disappear from that person at all.
Nova lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly for a while, then suddenly loosened his left hand and let the gun slip away as the other man smiled more and more gently.
"You hurt me," he said darkly. "You said you loved me, but you bit me just now—explain."
The other person stared at him for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes helplessly, then lowered his head and kissed his wrist. With a slight tingling pain, the wound began to heal until only a shallow scar remained, which would soon disappear completely from his body with the passage of time.
"Have you heard of a saying?" Those enchanting blue eyes looked at him tenderly: "Appetite is another form of love."
He knew that he could never leave any mark on that soul as great as the sun, so he wanted to eat him inch by inch along his fingertips, swallowing all of his real flesh and bones into his stomach. Perhaps this would satisfy the huge empty hole in his chest... or perhaps it would only trigger more greedy desires.
The professor slowly frowned. He looked at the man carefully and asked cautiously, "Do you have a cannibalism habit?"
Azuka: “…”
The savior deadpanned, “Although I didn’t fully understand, I’m sure I didn’t.”
He sighed and finally let go of the other person's arm - instead, he squeezed between the other person's legs, hugged the thin waist, and buried his face in it without any hesitation, feeling the warm and fragile skin of the human body trembling violently under his lips.
Before his old enemy could get angry and grab his hair and push his face, someone cunningly let go, stood up, and considerately put on the other person's robe that had already slipped off his shoulders.
"Alright, let's get down to business." His eyes turned a majestic golden color, and he asked calmly, "Where do you want me to imprint the divine seal?"
It was as if nothing had happened just now.
That last blow nearly caused the pistol to go off accidentally. The professor unloaded the gun and glared up at a serious-looking idiot. After a moment's hesitation, he decided not to pursue the matter further, but his tone was particularly cold and hard.
"According to the existing samples, the divine seal has appeared on the forehead, neck, chest, back, back of the hands, and lower abdomen." He nodded his forehead indifferently: "We can try them one by one."
The young god looked at him for a long, unsure expression, but finally lowered his eyes and sighed softly, as if in compromise: "...As you wish."
This was originally a task destined to be impossible, just as humans could not own a star. Whether observing its matter through a crude and narrow artificial spy, naming it with a language that was a billionth as long as its own, declaring its ownership through any conceivable "legal" or "illegal" channels in all human political systems, or simply jumping into it madly—
Stars are just stars, a ball of burning light that constantly collapses and explodes.
But his star was patient and calm enough to force himself not to resist the very unfamiliar stimulation from the soul level.
This must be very uncomfortable, just like asking a newborn baby not to cry loudly when exposed to completely unfamiliar air, and not to cough up the amniotic fluid in the respiratory tract - but after several attempts, a shallow mark finally appeared on the other person's neck. It was in the shape of a sword, following the protruding and wriggling Adam's apple into the throat, passing through the collarbone and pointing directly to the chest.
“…Success?”
From this angle, Nova couldn't see what was happening to him. He tilted his head back as the other person had requested, completely exposing his neck to their palm. Someone gently rubbed his Adam's apple with a thumb, and he instinctively shuddered. The faint totem became illusory for a moment, but fortunately, it finally managed to form.
"Yeah, it worked once," Azuka murmured. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head slightly and began to cough stiflingly. Blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"you--"
Hearing the noise, the professor instinctively lowered his head and happened to see this scene. He knew that his soul was powerful enough to hurt the other party, but due to the uniqueness of his soul, it might not be effective on others. After careful consideration, he still felt it was necessary to take the risk.
This man had always played it lightly. Nova frowned, and with a rare frantic effort, he tried to count his pulse, wondering whether to call back Orel or Marshilin. But his emotions got so intense that the totem on his neck trembled and vanished once more.
"Don't worry," Azuka casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingers and gently comforted him: "You are very gentle, I am fine."
The professor observed him carefully for a while and found that apart from his pale face, he seemed to have no major problems. Then he slowly touched his neck.
"...disappeared again?"
"Yeah." Seeing the man's brows knitted tightly together, the Savior's eyes suddenly flashed with a deep smile. Then he ruffled his nemesis's hair in a soothing manner: "But it doesn't matter. I have roughly figured out what the Divine Seal is all about."
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