Chapter 167 The Price
The Savior stood before him, his face showing little emotion.
"What's wrong with you?" he whispered. "Are you hurt? I don't smell any blood."
"It's just a bump." The professor felt uncomfortable being stared at. He subconsciously shrank back into the sofa, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his waist.
To be honest, it wasn't serious, just a slight jolt of pain that made him shudder from time to time, making it very noticeable. In the past, he wouldn't have paid attention to such an insignificant injury, but knowing that his companions had healing spells, why should he endure this discomfort?
The black-haired young man had just put his hands on his shirt buttons when he suddenly remembered something. He raised his head warily and looked at the other man intently: "Do I need to take off my clothes?"
——This time he had to make sure in advance, so that no one would take advantage of the situation and bite him again.
The other person was silent for a moment, and seemed to sigh softly. Then he felt the cushion beneath him suddenly sink. The savior was already sitting beside him, patting his legs and motioning him to get on top.
"Please let me check it first." Azuka said lightly.
The hem of her clothes was lifted up, revealing a pale and thin waist. It felt slightly warm and delicate to the touch, but it stiffened under his palm, and the purple marks on it were particularly glaring.
——It didn’t seem like an ordinary bump, but more like... someone was pinching the waist and causing it.
At a certain moment, the savior's eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying.
But his tone was as gentle as ever, so that the professor didn't notice any change.
"It's blue."
Azuka gently traced the scar with his fingers, and the rest of the slightly thin muscles instantly tensed and twitched, almost like a helpless convulsion. The man hissed and arched his body against his knees. The ridge of his spine was cold and hard, and the shallow hollow above his sacrum was completely contained within his grasp, barely visible beneath the vague cover of his palm.
"I guess so." His nemesis subconsciously grabbed his pants, his voice muffled by the clothes: "Please heal me."
He thought for a moment and added, "Use your magic, no rubbing, thank you."
——The time when he sprained his waist, he was rubbed so hard that it hurt so much that he wanted to bite someone.
The other person's voice was gentle but with a hint of helplessness: "How did you get hurt here?"
"Because they were in a hurry to escape," the professor said briefly. He even joked, "Miss Marchline was worried that Talon was nearby, so the 'transportation method' was a bit rough, but fortunately the result was good."
“…”
"What's wrong?" The other person suddenly stopped talking. Nova was puzzled. He wanted to look up at him, but someone held his back lightly, forcing him to lie on the other person's legs.
"No, nothing."
The other person seemed to exhale softly, then placed his palm on his waist. Along with a wonderful warmth that made him moan lazily and relax, the uncomfortable aches and pains gradually disappeared.
But the savior didn't let go, and even used his hand to measure his waist. The strange itch made Nova tremble suddenly, and he wanted to struggle on the man's legs.
As a result, the guy avoided his overly sensitive waist and pressed somewhere. An inexplicable bloating and pain suddenly rushed up along his spine to his scalp, followed by a comfortable soreness and numbness.
"You should eat more often at regular times." The other person's voice was low, slightly accusing, but not too oppressive. "Instead of forgetting to eat once you start working, and then waiting until midnight to cook with Marcylin when you're hungry."
The little bit of popularity that the other party had managed to build up at Baita University had long since disappeared under the dual torture of imprisonment and mental stress.
——She even secretly drank coffee without telling him, even though there was no need to stay up late recently.
In Port Morris, the professor has obviously become a little more relaxed compared to the previous heavy pressure, but a certain workaholic has never given up the work that he regards as his life.
The fact that the "L'Etude" hadn't been banned was due to the diligent efforts of the seminary's president, Dels Rabelais, and vice-president, Gibson Wyatt. Before leaving, Nova entrusted the newspaper to his teachers, and his writings continued to appear regularly in this increasingly widespread and influential publication, assuring readers across the continent of Ambrose that he wasn't dead yet. This was a mutually understood tactic of appeasement, and the Vatican hesitated to act for the time being.
There were still a lot of letters, most of which were sent to Baita University and handled by the Trial Association. Those that could not be decided were forwarded to him. Some of the trusted contacts who were screened out had already exchanged contact information. Crow had made a great contribution.
Ole and Maxine didn't quite understand why the tyrant had chosen Port Morris. So far, the tasks assigned to the trio were bizarre, completely incomprehensible information gathering and collation. Azuka had some thoughts on this, but Ole was still going through a difficult period in his life, so he kept to himself.
As for Marcyline, she is intuitive and will naturally do what she thinks is right.
...I just don't know how long this brief respite can last.
Thinking of this, Azuka simply pulled his hand out from the hem of the other person's shirt, and instead slowly moved his hand up along the other person's spine. Through a thin layer of clothing, he accurately massaged the muscles of his enemy, which had become stiff and solidified due to long-term desk work.
Seeing that the other person didn't seem to intend to take advantage of the situation to ban coffee, Nova couldn't help but relax slowly - if this guy really wanted to cut off his coffee, he really didn't have many ways to deal with it unless he had to use any means necessary.
The overly intimate touch made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but want to get up and get away from the situation - but the relaxation after the sore shoulders, neck and back made him feel quite comfortable.
The Savior's profound understanding of the human body structure made his massage technique comparable to that of a professional rehabilitation doctor. After struggling for a while, the black-haired young man couldn't help but completely relax. In addition, he slept very late last night, and even felt a little drowsy lying on the other's lap. However, his stomach was a little uncomfortable from the pain from his leg bones, and he couldn't really fall asleep.
At some point, he was gently turned over, exposing his chest and abdomen, and warm fingers brushed the acupoints around his eyes, massaging them slowly.
Azuka's voice was low: "Do you remember what I said before, that magic can be used to cure myopia?"
Nova half-closed his eyes, a sense of tiredness called security gradually making his brain fall into chaos. Hearing this, he slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the other party - even from this deadly angle from bottom to top, the savior's face was still surprisingly beautiful.
"I've read about it, and I understand the general principle," he said lazily, "but I won't let anyone cast a spell on my eyes."
Azuka smiled predictably, "What if I'm the one who cast the spell?"
He knew that his old enemy had a kind of neurotic and unreasonable vigilance towards "magic" that seemed quite neurotic to others, so he simply found a trustworthy therapist through Ole's introduction and learned it himself for a few days.
Nova was stunned for a moment, and suddenly everything in front of his eyes went dark, and someone gently covered his eyes with their hands.
"There's another problem," the savior whispered. "Because the structure of the eye is very complex, it requires multiple steps to complete. And this process requires your eyes to be unable to see light, which will take about a day and a night - in other words, you need to live in darkness for a day."
Azuka could feel those wet and soft eyelashes sliding softly across his palms, and he couldn't help but gently cup his fingers.
"...an acceptable price." The other party thought for a moment and calmly arranged, "But I need to arrange some work today, so I'll give you a day tomorrow—and I need you to stay by my side when I'm not looking, to prevent any emergencies."
Azuka was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle, "You just... trust me?"
Why couldn't he trust this? The professor frowned in the darkness. Given his character, since he'd proposed it, it must have been a foolproof plan. Just as he was about to open his mouth, his lips met a soft, slightly cool touch, and they parted instantly.
professor:"……"
He tried to lift the hand covering his eyes—but it didn't budge. Nova didn't bother to argue, just staring at the darkness before him and asking gloomily, "Did you kiss me secretly when I wasn't looking?"
The other party did not deny it, but just smiled softly: "My sir, you have to pay me some compensation and reward."
"Great! Now I'm starting to worry about what I'll be treated like tomorrow when I lose my sight." The professor couldn't help but sneer in the darkness. "I hope I can still have some healthy flesh left when I open my eyes again."
"...Sir, be reasonable. When have I ever been so rude?" The other man finally released his hand covering his eyes and sighed helplessly, "I thought I was very gentle with you, didn't I?"
"You bite me."
The professor raised his right hand towards him and showed the irrefutable evidence of his guilt expressionlessly - the teeth marks with bloody scabs on his wrist had not yet disappeared.
But one of the culprits simply held his hand and gently kissed the tooth mark on his wrist. Nova couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and subconsciously pulled his hand back from the lips that looked very dangerous, but fortunately he was not stopped.
"I'm sorry, this is indeed my fault." The guy still had that soft smile on his face. "Then how can I apologize to you?"
"What do you want?" His voice was low, with a strong hint of temptation. "Even if you want to bite me back, I will never resist, nor will I retaliate later."
Nova narrowed his eyes in suspicion: "...You will really apologize to me?"
The other person looked very sincere: "Really."
The black-haired young man blinked slowly and asked greedily, "So, regarding my total coffee intake..."
The savior's smile remained unchanged, and he didn't hesitate at all: "No."
...He just knew it.
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