Chapter 196 Sharing Worries
The darkness, wrapped in nightmares, embraced him in its arms.
He was abandoned in a storm in the dark night, surrounded by the remains and skeletons of various animals, his cold and stiff fur crawling with lice and maggots, perhaps even human ones, after all, humans are also a kind of animal.
The god of night and death howled in his head. It wasn't pleasant to hear a creature that had once been human screaming and wailing in his ears, especially when that tattered thing was still cursing him with all the most vicious, base, and hysterical curses in the world.
Who do you think you are, a noble sufferer? Deep within the hallucination, the evil spirit that inhabits the hippocampus screams with despair and sarcasm. Do you think you can swallow the soul of a god with human arrogance without paying any price? The souls of the four gods have made you increasingly tyrannical, insane, arrogant, and cruel. The world maliciously crowns you the king of mankind, but you are a mad king who destroys the world and yourself at the same time.
——Oh, Scarlet Monarch, you will eventually fall into the endless abyss.
Nova's eyes snapped open.
It was pitch black, without even the faintest shadow of a noisy figure. He instinctively reached out to feel around—it was cold, damp with the night mist, and he felt as if he were still in that lifeless, decaying wasteland, alone and utterly alone.
"……professor?"
Azuka flicked on the kerosene lamp by the bedside. The person who had been sleeping peacefully beside him had suddenly curled up violently, their breathing becoming unusually rapid. In the dim light, their face was frighteningly pale, damp and cold to the touch, like the body of a drowned person freshly pulled from a fishing net.
He held the person in his arms, stroking the trembling back again and again like coaxing a child, until the person suddenly took a sharp breath, as if finally waking up from a nightmare and breathing the first breath of air in the world.
Azuka, his old enemy murmured dazedly, calling his name, hugging him tightly with his two stiff arms, trembling silently as if asking for help.
...Azuka.
"I am here."
He didn't ask any more questions, but just hugged her tighter, carefully inserted his fingers deep into her sweat-soaked hair, then forced her to raise her head and slowly kissed her out-of-focus smoky-gray eyes, slightly open, bloodless lips, and naked skin that seemed to have been soaked in sea water and exuded cold moisture.
"I've been here."
In between lowering his head and gently biting his Adam's apple, Azuka sighed and left a series of wet and small kisses along the protruding blood vessels, causing the other person to shrink his neck.
Then he heard his old enemy mutter tiredly and aggrievedly in his arms: "I want coffee."
"...You know this isn't right." The Savior closed his eyes helplessly. He felt his sanity beginning to become precarious. Someone who rarely showed weakness suddenly showed this in front of him. This was really...
"Uncomfortable." His nemesis was grinding his teeth on a small piece of pajamas on his shoulder, soft hair rubbing back and forth between his collarbones, saliva soaking the fabric, making his voice become murmured: "I'm so tired, my head hurts, but I can't sleep, I want to stay awake..."
Azuka was silent for a moment, his blue eyes hard to discern in the night. After a long pause, he slowly pulled out the small piece of dampened fabric and began to gently rub the man's lips with his fingertips. "...Or maybe we can try another method, okay?"
" What……?"
Nova stared blankly at the darkness before him. The sleepiness was real, the headache was real, but the fact that the other person was right next to him made him feel much better. Now he was just taking the opportunity to bargain. He had a keen sense of when this person would soften his attitude towards him.
But if this guy really wanted to tell him a bedtime story or sing him a lullaby as if he were dealing with a spoiled child, as he had joked before - then he'd better just go to sleep.
However, the tyrant, who was always in control of his strategy, had never expected that the so-called "attempt" would suddenly cause him to feel a burning sensation on his waist.
The warm and unfamiliar fingertips slid into the gap of the loose clothing. Before he could curl up instinctively because of the strange tingling and numbness that had been ignited along the way, he was caught off guard by the huge stimulation without any warning and groaned, and his brain went blank.
"You—ugh!"
He was kissed, the dense, overlapping kisses, like gentle, cold rain, blocking his only chance of resistance and his only remaining avenue of protest. His body tensed unwillingly, but he still couldn't resist the pleasure from his physiological instinct. He even rubbed against the palm of the hand with unconscious greed, trying to get more and sweeter rewards.
A large amount of knowledge fragments are repeated loudly and monotonously in the mind. During orgasm, the brain releases a large amount of mood-regulating chemicals, including oxytocin, endorphins, serotonin, etc. The synergistic effect of these substances will significantly reduce stress levels and produce an effect similar to a tranquilizer - in other words, it is indeed easy to cause fatigue after orgasm.
So this is... correct?
His remaining rationality circled around in a daze and exhaustion, and an inexplicable premonition of danger made him vaguely resist this overly intimate indulgence - but he was really too tired, too tired... The heavy pressure and nightmares had already made his nerves tense for too long, so that this body, in a daze, almost instinctively craves all the beautiful and pleasant dizziness brought by the other party.
——After all, you are safe around this person, absolutely safe...so why not completely relax and enjoy it all?
The black-haired young man panted rapidly and restrainedly, a few slightly fragmented breaths escaping from his throat. He instinctively grabbed the other man's strong and powerful arm and buried his cheek in the man's messed-up collar. His chaotic and warm breath penetrated into him, and scattered delicately on the savior's collarbone.
But the person who was gently comforting him suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving only a tense feeling. Then, as if belatedly realizing something, the culprit who had caused all this chaos felt worried. He gently pinched his nemesis's jaw and carefully observed his facial expression.
"Are you okay?" He gently kissed the black-haired young man's eyes, the tears flowing naturally from his eyes. It was hard to tell whether his words were malicious or loving. "Will this make you feel better?"
His nemesis's throat churned with suppressed, dissatisfied gasps, and his nose, dripping with sweat, pitifully nuzzled the crook of his neck. When his fingers brushed his lips, he subconsciously bit him, but then frowned and spitted it out at the dampness and saltiness of his fingertips. This earned him a low, peculiarly pleasant chuckle that brushed past his ears.
"Are you comfortable, sir?" Azuka coaxed softly, as if nothing had happened. "If you don't answer me, how can I know how to please you?"
"...It feels good. Keep going." The black-haired young man opened his eyes and stared expressionlessly in the direction of the voice. His voice was hoarse and filled with annoyance: "Or let me go and I can do it myself."
He didn't understand. This gloomy glare, completely immersed in the flickering dim light, had no deterrent effect at all. Instead, it caused the arm clasped around his waist to tighten. The savior couldn't help but lean forward and gently bit his nemesis' lips. "No need to bother."
"My dear, I am always happy to help you..."
Amidst the overwhelming wave, like a tsunami, the black-haired young man suddenly stiffened, his toes curling up. A blinding white light suddenly pierced his consciousness, until his body collapsed again, curled up in the arms of another person, his pupils still misty, unfocused and blurred.
Azuka calmly cleaned up both of them, then lowered his head and kissed the slightly parted lips of the man in his arms. The man subconsciously nuzzled his cheek into his shoulder, his breathing gradually becoming soft and calm. Half asleep, the man suddenly seemed to remember something and thrust forward with his knee. The savior's body stiffened, and he clutched the man's calf helplessly.
"Are you... also trying to help me 'share my worries'?"
A vague cold snort rolled out of the tyrant's throat. He moved forward and grabbed the other's pajamas on the back. Then he bent his calves and groped to use the hardest knee bone in the human body to press against one of the most vulnerable vital points.
The black-haired young man's body stiffened slightly, as if he hadn't anticipated the other's reaction to be... so intense. Veins bulged on the back of the savior's hand, but he remained impassive as he slowly grasped his nemesis's back, gradually pressing him closer to his chest.
"Go on, Professor." His voice was slightly hoarse, and it trembled softly and seductively in the ear of the person in his arms, arousing a tremor of uneasiness.
But his nemesis just rubbed him roughly, and just as the other person's breathing became heavier, he suddenly pushed the person away, pulled the quilt and turned his back to him.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to help you 'share your worries.'" The guy wrapped himself tightly and then announced in an extremely vicious tone, with a hint of childish revenge: "Please solve it yourself."
Azuka: “…”
He was almost laughed at by people.
He simply grabbed the man's waist from behind, pulled him into his arms, and bit his enemy's exposed neck, not too hard or too lightly, and whispered a warning with a dangerous tone, "Are you challenging my rationality?"
"You were the first to challenge my rationality." The other party glanced at him coldly: "I am only retaliating in kind—that's all. I'm sleepy."
The Savior narrowed his eyes slightly. "Speak some truth, Professor. This is not fair at all."
But his old enemy didn't answer, he just lazily shrank into his arms, and when Azuka looked down, he saw that the other party was already sleeping in his arms with even breathing.
“…”
He sighed silently, blew out the light, then turned the person over and stared at the pale face that finally showed some color in the dim light. He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kissed the slightly furrowed brows, his eyes and brows full of tenderness.
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Professor Mi: Playing with people between cat's claws [cat's claws] (proud)
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