Chapter 178 Confusion
The man's body was too tense, like a bowstring about to break. The spines at the back of his neck revealed a helpless, moist red, tempting the savior to bite the fragile skin gently.
The other party reacted with a huge groan, his body curled up violently, the pale blue veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his pale fingers tightly grasped the culprit's strong and powerful arm, leaving crescent-shaped marks with his short nails, as if to stop something - but he did not speak, just turned his head away, his black hair rubbing against the other person's cheek helplessly.
"You're reacting."
The savior released the back of his neck, and his lips touched the tip of his ear lightly. The heat of his breath poured in, mixing with the moist air in the bathroom, making his head feel dizzy and swollen, like over-fermented dough.
"Are you comfortable?" The golden-haired god whispered seductively in the human's ear, his voice like a smooth snake crawling along his back. "You can tell me where you feel uncomfortable, or where you feel more comfortable. I will faithfully carry out all your instructions, as long as you want..."
The only answer he got was a silent gasp. Azuka paused, freed one hand, and with a slightly forceful grip, grasped his nemesis's chin. He gently turned the rare bloodstained face around, then leaned in for a kiss.
"Hate?"
When their lips and teeth separated briefly, he carefully observed the other person's expression, slowly and lightly kissed his slightly swollen lips, and then kissed the mist dripping from his eyelashes, so gently.
But he did not stop the rest of the work in his hands. His strength was precise and just right, causing the black-haired young man to shrink back subconsciously. His back, which began to sweat, pressed even more closely against the other man's chest.
He coaxed in a low voice: "If you don't like it, please tell me, please don't do this..."
Wronged.
Yes, the other person actually looked like he was unconsciously aggrieved, as if he had suddenly come into contact with something he had never encountered before and had never expected. Even his brain, which he had always been proud of, fell into a blank state with a continuous buzzing sound.
Until the man in his arms suddenly tensed up and trembled, then suddenly relaxed. With a rapid gasp, his nemesis rested his head against his shoulder, almost exhausted.
The messy black hair rubbed softly against her skin, and her exposed neck was almost in a straight line. Her Adam's apple moved clearly and rapidly up and down, allowing him to pat her gently in a soothing manner to soothe her breathing - except for the slight suppressed whimper that escaped from her throat, she never uttered a word.
After releasing the person, he scooped up some hot water to clean them up. Azuka squatted in front of the person and carefully observed the other person's expression.
…wet, hot, eyelashes drooping, lips slightly pursed, body tense in a desperate resistance, but it didn’t seem like disgust, more like… confusion.
One of his hands was suddenly grabbed by someone. Nova instinctively raised his eyes and saw the other person holding his wrist and pressing it against his face, gently rubbing his palm with his face that seemed to be made by God.
The savior's brilliant golden hair flowed between his fingers like melted liquid gold. His enchanting blue eyes were gently lowered, his eyelashes trembling slightly, but if you looked closely, you could see that the other person's pale pupils had already locked onto him.
...like a golden siren. He suddenly had some strange, boundless, and useless associations. Those legendary ancient creatures, incredibly beautiful yet extremely dangerous, would use their songs and beauty to lure vulnerable humans on passing ships into the endless deep sea, until they became their food and nesting ground.
"If you can't decide what you like or dislike, you can temporarily shut down your clever brain and follow your true instincts." The guy turned his head slightly and gently kissed his wrist. His voice was soft and gentle, and he looked very docile. "If you don't like it, just slap me."
“…”
"Please give me a hint, sir." Seeing that he didn't move, Siren lowered her eyes and pleaded sweetly and sadly with a slightly trembling voice: "Even if it's just that you don't hate the fact that I touched you..."
The professor was silent for a moment, then slowly pulled his hand out. It went surprisingly smoothly, without even any resistance.
"...I probably don't hate you." He stared at the overlapping shadows of the two on the ground and spoke slowly. Then he realized that his voice was unexpectedly hoarse: "I just don't understand... You didn't use me to satisfy your physical needs, but chose to create and deal with my physical needs - why?"
The instigator of all this chaos was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed softly, and a very pleasant, sigh-like trembling sound rolled in his throat.
"Did you feel comfortable just now?"
But the man didn't answer directly. Instead, he repeated the flirtatious question, his voice becoming softer and more persuasive: "Just like the cold, pain, sadness and other feelings... Do I make you feel comfortable?"
"My physiological functions are normal, and there's nothing wrong with my senses," the black-haired young man replied very seriously, "so you made me feel comfortable just now."
After a moment's silence, he added hesitantly, "...Thank you?"
Azuka: “…”
Suddenly, facing the other person's puzzled gaze, he couldn't help but look away in embarrassment.
...It's so unfair.
Although he knew that his old enemy had always been like this, and there was absolutely no teasing hint or metaphor in his words - but this guy was really...
The savior quickly hid those things that would definitely scare people and continued to coax them in a gentle voice as if nothing had happened: "I love you, so I hope you will feel relaxed and comfortable around me. Your positive feedback is your reward for me."
Seeing the other person's gaze sliding down suspiciously, falling on the dangerous and hideous anomalies hidden in the shadows of the soft fabric, the blond young man suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupil color darkened a little at an angle that the other person could not see.
But his tone was as gentle and pleasant as ever: "Why, do you want to help me deal with it?"
This time, the other party thought for a moment and actually said hesitantly: "For the sake of fairness, yes."
“…”
Azuka stood up, casting a shadow over the person sitting on the stool. The black-haired young man looked up at him, his smoky-gray irises stained with a thin layer of water, blurring the cold, rational color of his features, making him look almost innocent, as if he had no idea of the fate he had chosen.
He inserted his fingers into the man's delicate black hair, slid them down, and caressed the back of his neck in an ambiguous and gentle manner, until the man finally became aware of some unbearable danger and instinctively shrank back with the desire to escape.
Then the savior leaned over and kissed his enemy's forehead lovingly.
"Until you have the same feelings as me..." His voice was soft and gentle: "No."
…
The pen in his hand stopped moving, and the black-haired young man stared into space, seemingly contemplating something. However, if one looked closely, one could see that he was actually in a rare daze.
After the other person coaxed him out of the bathroom, the sound of water continued for a long time. The promised "clean wash" was abandoned halfway... or did it trigger some strange development?
He had indeed had very little exposure to this subject, regardless of the world. His body wouldn't allow it, and he had no interest in it. His theoretical knowledge came primarily from medicine and fictional works. But that guy was clearly not as... pathological as he was. He was a perfectly healthy, normal adult male. Lacking relevant experience and comparisons, he even felt a rare sense of bewilderment.
...For example, what does the other person mean by "same feelings"? Is it sexual impulse or some kind of emotional projection?
"What are you thinking about?"
A low, gentle voice suddenly rang out in his ear, mixed with a moist, fresh vapor, causing the black-haired young man to tremble instinctively. The pen that was loosely held between his fingertips suddenly fell and rolled toward the edge of the table.
Azuka easily caught the pen, replaced the cap, and placed it back on the table. From his current vantage point, he could clearly see the tips of his nemesis' ears, which had turned slightly red. He couldn't tell if it was from the heat of the hot bath, or some other change that pleased him.
He was too lazy to argue, so he simply held down the man's hand that was leaning on the table, and unceremoniously inserted his five fingers into it and clasped them together. Then he leaned down, buried his cheek in the other man's shoulder and neck, and took a deep sniff with satisfaction - the same faint fragrance as his own, mixed with the bitter smell of coffee and ink.
Aside from a slight subconscious tremor, the other party didn't react much. At least not like before, when even the slightest physical contact would trigger a disapproving frown and a scolding.
Perhaps even his professor himself didn't realize that he had actually become very accustomed to the intimate gestures from another person. He even seemed particularly relaxed in someone's arms. Only when he became impatient after being held for too long would someone push his face with his hands - just like now.
"It's about you, and stopping wiping your hair on my clothes."
Nova stared at the guy who had impatiently pushed his face away and then started laughing softly with a look of insanity. The guy's hair was still dripping with water, and those cold water droplets slid into his collar with gravity, leaving dark marks on his shirt.
The savior took advantage of the situation and grabbed his resisting hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly, his blue eyes gently dragging him along until he fell into the unknown deep sea.
"Sorry, my bad." He sighed softly, "But dear, you look at me like you're ready to analyze me with a 300-page lab report."
In the light that was much brighter than that in the bathroom, Nova suddenly noticed several red pinch marks and scratches on the other person's arm. He immediately remembered the tension and trembling, as well as the pleasure that seemed to explode and reappear at his nerve endings in an instant - the other person could obviously heal in an instant, but allowed those ambiguous traces to remain.
……Why?
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