Chapter 235 Greed
The professor looked at the knight intently for a moment.
The Knight-Captain of the Kite Heart Guards fell into the hands of the rebels. This was undoubtedly a grave humiliation, and a perfect target for the queen's political enemies. Even if the king was incompetent, many still sought to use his name to suppress a woman of humble origins who terrified them. Thus, this loyal defender of feudal honor sincerely hoped to sacrifice his life for his mistress.
"It seems like a lot of people have asked me this question." Nova said slowly, "Why do you think you are right? Why are you so arrogant? Why do you take it for granted..."
He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh - but for someone who didn't often laugh, this expression looked extremely strange, with a sense of malicious stiffness.
The knight's body stiffened suddenly, and the black-haired young man suddenly leaned close to him, so that he could clearly see the beautiful lines in the breathtaking gray eyes behind the lenses. "If you think I'm wrong, then for the master you are loyal to, or for something else - don't waste time, just come and defeat me."
There was a cold and clear contempt in his eyes.
"Of course, you can also be a ridiculous deserter and die. In this way, no matter what mistakes you have made, no matter who you have killed, no matter what happens in the future - it has nothing to do with you."
The black-haired youth's voice was like the whisper of a devil, bit by bit, drilling into the knight's ears. "You could have redeemed your mistakes, atone for the dead, or try to stop me from overthrowing this filthy old world. But if you choose to die for so-called, narrow-minded and ridiculous 'loyalty', I will not waste my energy to stop a coward. Azuka, please let go of his arm."
The blond young man beside him casually snapped his fingers, and Yialos suddenly felt able to move. The next second, a pistol was thrown in front of him. The muzzle was hard and cold, but it was no match for those smoky gray eyes.
If you want to die, go outside and do it yourself, the man said contemptuously and arrogantly, don't dirty the hotel room, otherwise you will have to pay extra cleaning fees.
Yialos looked down at the pistol, and for a moment, he wanted to pull the trigger at the black-haired young man in front of him - but he knew that if he made any unusual movement, the god would not just sit there and watch.
...a very obvious provocation.
The pistol was suddenly thrown back at him, and the professor blinked. It was so fast that he didn't even react—but the gun had already hovered in front of him, preventing it from hitting him in the face.
"...I need some water." After a long pause, Jophiel Yialos said coldly, "And some medicine and bandages."
…
One room was left for the knight to recuperate, and the remaining room belonged to the rebel group.
When there were only two of them left, a hand suddenly grabbed the professor's shoulder and turned him around. Before he could react, his glasses were taken off and put aside.
He was pulled in for a kiss, as if to make up for the intimacy that had been suppressed by the presence of others. Before he knew it, he had been pushed onto the bed, his hands pinned above his head. Two slender fingers slipped through the gaps in the gloves on his wrists, slowly stroking his palms, the friction between their skins revealing a trembling itch.
The professor turned his head in annoyance, trying to avoid the overwhelming kisses: "What are you doing--ugh!"
The guy nuzzled his neck and praised him sincerely, "You looked very charming just now."
"Very charming." He couldn't help but bite the trembling neck and repeated it again.
A sober, cold, proud, and compassionate moon... my moon.
Yueyue, being praised, was completely baffled. Frowning, he struggled to free one hand, leaving only his glove at the head of the bed. He then pushed the man in the face, "I don't understand. What's so alluring about threatening people, you—!"
The tip of his finger was sucked by someone, and the hot, wet, tight and narrow mouth and tongue wrapped around him, licking him inch by inch.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide and quickly pulled his hand out, not caring about the strange feeling left after his fingertips scraped across his teeth and tongue. He subconsciously clenched his fingers, not knowing whether he wanted to punch someone or try to avoid those overly intimate licks.
What the hell is wrong with this guy? The professor wondered incredulously, as if he had unlocked something strange. Before, he just liked cuddling, and he was almost used to it. But now he was keen on exploring his every reaction with kissing, biting, and licking - was he in the oral stage?!
"...your ears are red."
A smile flickered in the savior's eyes. He sighed and kissed the black-haired youth's forehead soothingly. It was rare for his nemesis to show such a bewildered and flustered expression in front of him, which softened his heart a little—but he also wanted to see too much.
"I said I have to apply three days in advance." The professor's face was stiff. He could clearly feel that his subconsciously bent knees touched something strange.
The other person hummed calmly, straightened up slightly, and knelt on him. Then he grabbed his stiffly clenched fist and kissed the back of his hand tenderly, where veins were bulging. "Do you have any work plans next?"
"When have I not had work?" The other party raised his eyelids expressionlessly and pointed this out seriously: "First, we need to arrange a visit to the Wheat Ear Association. Secondly, although the situation in the Casa Strait is temporarily under control, we still need to continue to contact Maxine and the others. Finally, we need to—hiss! You bit me again!"
The Savior's teeth loosened his wrist, transforming it into a gentle kiss. "It seems even a night wouldn't be a big deal."
Nova was a little annoyed: "...It's daytime now!"
"Perfect timing." The guy chuckled nastily, "At least you can get a good night's sleep this way."
perhaps.
When no one spoke, Azuka simply took his nemesis's hand, forced it to stretch out, and then slowly pressed it to his dazzling face.
"I've checked. The bed here is soft and clean, and the bathroom has comfortable hot water." The golden-haired god lowered his eyes, his lips moving as he kissed his palm again and again, with a subtle hint of temptation. "I will cast a spell. I won't disturb anyone, and no one will disturb me."
Her brilliant blond hair entwined with his fingers, and her slightly drawn, light eyelashes formed a beautiful, clean arc in the sunlight. Unfortunately, the words that someone blurted out were far less sanctimonious than they appeared: "I will be gentle and careful, and will not cause you any pain. I will use a healing spell to erase all traces afterwards."
“…”
"...Is it really not possible?" The savior's eyelashes trembled, his eyes gradually darkening, and a fragility that was not suitable for others to notice appeared between his brows. He pursed his lips slightly and slowly released the other's hand.
"More and more people are starting to look at you. I know it's inevitable."
He lowered his head and tucked his loose golden hair behind his ears. His bright and clear blue eyes stared unblinkingly into the tyrant's eyes. His always perfect face finally revealed an unusually clear gloom. "But sometimes I even feel a little regretful. I don't like the way they look at you, whether it's hatred, fear, greed, or admiration."
"Perhaps I should hide you," his voice trembled nervously, "in a nest that only I can touch, the safest in the world—instead of choosing to follow my own rationality and let you hang precariously between thunder and storm, illuminating this turbid and chaotic world."
"...but I can't do this." His voice was soft, but his words were pronounced strongly. "This pain that can never be satisfied, this pain that is always on edge, makes me wonder uncontrollably, can I touch you? Can I protect you? How can I...love you?"
In the abandoned old mill, the other party never directly answered his prayer.
"I am uneasy, sir," he repeated sadly. "Although this uneasy feeling is the price I must pay, I am only a greedy, despicable, and fragile mortal after all."
"...Azuka." The black-haired young man lying on the bed, his hair disheveled, suddenly reached out to him. His nemesis's chest rose and fell, his breathing was a little rapid, his lips moist and red from being kissed, his pale face suffused with a faint color, and his smoky-gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist—his masterpiece.
"Come here," he said.
The savior blinked, then leaned forward obediently, even considerately raising his body a little. His nemesis carefully embraced him, tentatively stroking his back and his hair, stiffly but gently.
"...I wouldn't be a very good lover." The black-haired young man lowered his eyes and slowly kissed the other person's cheek: "I don't understand a lot of things, and I need you to tell me clearly. But even so, I still may not be able to do it, or not be able to do it completely."
...The golden hair all flowed into his collarbone, making him feel itchy. The diamond-shaped gem on the other's ear swayed and gently touched his collarbone, as if it wanted to be intertwined with the thin chain on his neck.
Nova forced himself to suppress the urge to flinch, staring intently into the other person's slightly surprised blue eyes. "...But one thing is undeniable. This is the conclusion I came to after careful consideration. Now I can tell you—you are important."
He inexplicably sensed a sense of danger. Instinct told him to stop talking. He was treading deeper and deeper into completely unknown waters, the turbulent and unpredictable waters poised to surge and swallow him whole at any moment.
But he still held back, and emphasized each word carefully: "To me, you are more important than any other person in this world. You are important enough for me to give in."
…For a moment, the savior’s eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying.
But at this time, the black-haired young man had turned his eyes away uncomfortably and did not notice any clues, which made him miss the last chance to escape - the restraint that came from his hometown made it difficult for strangers to face such things directly.
...But since they are lovers, it should be natural for them to have this kind of relationship, right?
The professor simply grabbed the man's collar and kissed his slightly pursed lips stiffly: "End it as soon as possible."
The fingers supporting him on the bed suddenly tightened, but Azuka pretended to be nonchalant and said with a helpless smile: "Sir, this is the only thing..."
It's really... too much to ask.
"So you can hurt me." His old enemy stared at him expressionlessly, with a rare innocence.
"…But don't go too far."
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