Chapter 193 Bullying
The man's back was trembling and tense under his pressure, and the fragile back of his neck was completely exposed, revealing a slightly raised, rugged curve with a faint red tinge.
"Let go."
The Savior heard the other party speak in an unusually suppressed voice. His nemesis struggled to turn his head, which was pressed against the table. His black hair was disheveled, his ears were bloodshot, and his unfocused smoky-gray eyes held a cold warning. His slightly rapid breathing was mixed with an uncontrollable, trembling annoyance.
He didn't answer, but simply loosened his grip, gripping the man's waist and flipping him over to press him against the table, completely exposing his pale, hateful face. He stared up at the ceiling, his black hair disheveled. Perhaps due to a lack of security, his neck was almost straight, his Adam's apple moving violently up and down.
The desk was so small that the documents on the edge suddenly fell down. His nemesis lay on the desk without saying a word, only his chest was struggling to rise and fall - he was trying to calm his breathing and those unclear, irrational emotions.
The sweat brought by the nightmare soaked the pale and smooth forehead of the black-haired young man. He looked a little weak, like a disheveled sacrifice lying on the altar... but more like a god. Nothing was worthy of worshipping him, not even the highest authority or love.
Azuka simply knelt on one knee on the table. With a slight creaking sound as the wooden table was forced to bear the weight of two adult men, he pulled off the man's gloves, then grabbed a cold and weak hand and gently pressed it against his face.
He turned his face to the side, lowered his eyes, and devoutly kissed the slightly protruding blood vessels on the wrist. His lips moved lightly, rubbing the fragile and thin skin. The white teeth were so close to him that if he used a little more force, it would hurt the other person.
"My sir, can you understand my fear?"
The savior's voice was low, with a fragile and helpless tremor. But the other person couldn't see that his blue eyes were licking the black-haired young man's neck, where veins were throbbing, greedily and eagerly, as if he was considering the angle of his bite.
After a long time, the hand that had been warmed by the heat suddenly moved, and grabbed the savior's soft golden hair that hung on the side of his face, and pulled it without any hesitation.
Azuka's scalp throbbed with pain from being hit: "..."
"You haven't answered my question yet." His nemesis turned his head, stared coldly into space and said, "Your injury—ugh!"
His unfocused, smoky-gray eyes suddenly widened, and he angrily clutched the soft, cold hair in his hands. But this still couldn't stop the passionate, greedy kisses. The other woman pressed him firmly against the table, kissing him without hesitation, as if wanting to pull the tip of his tongue, vocal cords, out of his throat and swallow it whole.
The fingers around his waist tightened gradually, pressing against his skull, causing waves of pain. His breathing, which had calmed down considerably, became unnaturally rapid again, and the rationality he had finally regained was once again transformed into a hot, bubbling, sticky paste.
The professor finally couldn't bear it anymore and bit the other person hard. The guy paused, finally let him go, panted softly, brushed away the hair scattered on his forehead, and gently kissed the eyes that were wet with physiological tears.
"Sorry." The other woman was busy touching her lips to the corner of his wet eye. "I thought this was a sign of an invitation to kiss."
The professor's face darkened: "Nonsense."
It was a blatant slander. He had never invited anyone to push him over the table and kiss him.
"Yeah, I'm just kidding." The savior chuckled, then leaned over and hugged him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder affectionately. "Were you worried about me just now?"
"Now I'm not worried, you're a bastard." Nova stared at the darkness in front of him with an expressionless face.
...irritable. An inexplicable irritation, a kind of uneasiness that felt like it was about to spiral out of control. He suddenly felt a rare regret for having lost his sight at this moment, completely losing his ability to judge, and being forced into a completely passive state.
The other man chuckled softly, "If I were a bastard, I would find a chain and tie you to the head of the bed while you're not looking. No matter how you curse me or beg, I won't stop until your body is completely inseparable from me and you no longer have the energy to do those irritating things—"
The professor frowned: "You won't."
"How do you know I won't?" The other person's voice was emotionless. "Is it because I've always been too gentle with you?"
He had just done some... not-so-gentle "bad things" to someone.
“…You won’t.”
The savior was silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and gently kissed his forehead, leaving behind a low, helpless sigh: "Yeah, I can't."
——The sweet and great cage he carefully built for his nemesis was also forced to trap the evil thoughts that were roiling deep in his chest.
In a sense, his actions subtly flattered him. Not intending to push him too far, Azuka pulled his nemesis, who was already slightly furious, off the table and rubbed him soothingly.
"Does your head still hurt?" He touched the back of his sweaty neck and asked gently in a low voice, "Or does your butt hurt?"
The other person raised his eyelids coldly and "looked" at him for a moment, then replied gloomily: "It hurts."
"…I'm sorry, I probably didn't use much strength."
"pain."
"I'm sorry," the Savior sighed, "but I'll beat you again next time, because you've really gone too far. If this really teaches you a lesson and makes you think more carefully before doing anything, that would be great."
“…”
Seeing no one speak, Azuka narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice suddenly becoming dangerously low, and he felt his hands itching to move again: "Or do you think that even a spanking from me is 'worth it'?"
"I'm sorry." The other person suddenly raised his eyes and looked in his direction, with a very serious look: "I think I can understand how you feel. I'm sorry to make you feel scared. It's my fault."
Azuka stared at his old enemy with unusual calmness: "You should know that what I want is never an apology."
"But I can't make any promises." The man stared at him quietly. His voice was soft and cruel. "I can only say that in the future I will try my best to consider your feelings, choose safer methods, and be as honest with you as possible. But if even I can't avoid risks, I will have to sacrifice something. I hope you understand this."
“…”
The savior's fingers hanging at his sides twitched. He stared at the other's pale face and the dark circles under his eyes expressionlessly, and suddenly remembered how his nemesis had curled up in bed last night, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly even when he was in a coma.
"…Azuka?"
After a long time without receiving an answer, the professor frowned and tentatively reached forward. This time, he successfully touched the other person's body. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly groped with his fingers to touch the other person's shoulder blade.
"Are you sad?"
Without any warning, he was picked up and pressed roughly into someone's arms.
Suddenly, he felt a weight on his body, and the black-haired young man instinctively wanted to struggle, but he was held very tightly, and his suppressed and disordered breathing all leaked out deep into his neck. After hesitating for a moment, he still reached out and slowly patted the other person's hair.
“…I’m sorry.”
"...No, dear, you've tried very hard." The other party sighed slowly and kissed his forehead gently. His voice was low, sad and calm: "But how can I love you? It seems that there is no other way except to kill you."
Nova was stunned for a moment. To be honest, he didn't quite understand the logic. Perhaps he should have been wary of this, but the other party didn't mention this strange and dangerous topic anymore. Instead, he let him go, checked his soul, and fed him some mashed potatoes and thick soup.
"The method I mentioned before for dealing with Poseidon's fragments, such as entering a near-death state—"
The side effects of losing sight are significant. Daily life and work become extremely inconvenient. The professor, about to stuff his mashed potatoes into his mouth, suddenly felt a sharp shiver run through his body, his hair standing on end, as if he'd been glanced at by something incredibly dangerous. He put down his spoon, leaned back warily, and spoke quickly, "But I don't think you'd approve of me trying this method?"
"I'm glad you understand." The other person gently wiped the mashed potatoes that had hit his face. His tone was light, as if he was being nonchalant. "But I advise you not to mention this matter again, and don't let me find out what you're planning. Otherwise, I don't know what I'd do, but it definitely wouldn't just be a spanking."
“…”
Seeing the man staring at him with a spoon in hand, Azuka simply leaned over and kissed his nemesis on the lips, licking off the sauce on the corner of his mouth. The man was caught off guard and almost fell backwards, but he was caught back, panting slightly from the kiss, his lips red and his eyes moist.
"...Actually, you're doing quite well now." The savior licked his lips that had been bitten again, and stared thoughtfully at the black-haired young man in front of him: "You've become much more well-behaved."
"What's wrong with you?" The professor couldn't help but glare at him. This guy's badness had reached the point where he didn't even try to hide it.
"I'm taking advantage of this opportunity to bully you." Azuka smiled softly, not sounding angry at all. "I told you, I'm very angry—Sir, you have to allow me a little revenge, right?"
...The logic was flawless, yet something just didn't feel right. After a moment's hesitation, he frowned and said, "Of course you can retaliate against me, but you can't always do this—"
"Kiss you all the time?" The other person gave a strange smile. "I haven't done anything more extreme yet. You'd better get used to it as soon as possible before you can see again."
The author has something to say:
Nothing is worthy of his reward, not even the highest power. We might as well kill him and then worship him as a god.
——Camus's Notebooks
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