Chapter 259: Give in
When I got home, I was pushed onto the bed and had sex.
In fact, Nova was a little hesitant. After all, the first time, someone behaved really... creepy.
However, the guy didn't force him. He just hugged his sensitive waist from behind with a lonely and aggrieved look, rested his cheek on his neck, and kissed him closely from time to time, making it impossible for him to do anything.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. Since he still had a little free time the next day, the so-called three-day advance request system was once again useless. First, he was pressed into a chair, his knees rubbed red by the armrests, which almost gave him a psychological trauma about office chairs. Then, he was carried dazed to the bed. Before it was over, the fragile ordinary man had completely fallen into a tired sleep with no resistance left. Even his dreams were filled with endless waves of scorching heat.
...This can't go on. The professor finally regained consciousness around noon the next day, feeling as if he were in another world. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, thinking seriously and deeply. This bastard may be gentle, but he's not obedient at all. He won't even let him try to escape.
What's even more outrageous is that her mouth doesn't stop, either kissing or biting him lightly or heavily, or whispering softly and moistly, carefully praising his every reaction. It's really...
The professor was fed up with this. He wasn't particularly keen on this sort of thing, even though it was certainly comfortable and the other person rarely hurt him—but it was so comfortable that the feeling of completely losing his mind, on the verge of collapse, and losing control always filled him with a great deal of fear and unease.
I couldn't think. He tried his best to use his fingers to climb the other person's back, and stated the established facts again and again in a daze, not knowing whether it was a warning or a plea for mercy.
But the lover gently licked away his natural tears, kissed his forehead, and whispered in his ear with a breathy voice, "Dear," he said, "this is actually a very fatal compliment to me."
That's it, those seemingly endless whispers kept drilling into his ears, telling him to tell me all his desires and fears, so that I can bear them, satisfy them, and control them...
——I knew it.
Nova closed his eyes expressionlessly, folding his hands peacefully on his stomach. He hadn't been wrong since the first sight: this guy was essentially a jerk with an extremely controlling desire and a bad taste.
"Good morning, Professor. Did you sleep well last night?"
Someone, visibly elated and radiant, sat down beside the bed and touched his lover's forehead—the perfect temperature brought a sigh of relief. Seeing him ignore her with closed eyes, the great savior simply leaned over, coquettishly burying his face in the crook of his nemesis's neck, nuzzling with a contented expression. "Sir? My dear? My sweetheart?"
“…”
The professor was silent for a moment, and finally stretched out a hand with some difficulty, groping and touching the soft and smooth golden hair.
"…Good morning, Azuka."
The savior sweetly responded, but his mind was a little distracted—perhaps because last night, in the deepest darkness, his nemesis had been unconsciously whimpering softly, calling his name pitifully, naively trying to stop him. He considerately held the man in his arms, whispering coaxing words, gently patting his trembling back with his palm, until the man leaned against him in exhaustion, aggrieved, and trusting embrace. Only then did he continue to unreservedly reveal his greedy and ferocious nature, completely devouring his moon...
His scalp suddenly stung for a moment, and Azuka came back to his senses, meeting the beautiful gray eyes of his old enemy. They were no longer damp and hazy as last night, but instead revealed a sharp and cold look of suspicion.
"What were you thinking about just now?" The professor stared at him warily, a strange and creepy emotion flashed across that stunningly beautiful face, making him inexplicably feel a little creepy.
The blond god blinked innocently, "Aftertaste?"
He slowly and methodically freed his hair from the restless cat's claws, picked up the pale hand, and lovingly kissed the shallow tooth mark on the inside of the other's wrist... Uh, when was this bite done?
Well, actually, this person was covered in similar things right now. The neck was the most exaggerated, with layers of kisses and teeth marks extending all the way along the collarbone into the depths of the robe, both front and back, almost circling the entire length of the slender neck, as if it were being held in the claws of a ferocious beast, greedily and eagerly gnawing at it, yet reluctant to chew it up and swallow it completely.
Someone was extremely satisfied.
After being infatuated for a while, they finally woke up. The professor expressionlessly adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror. When he realized that he couldn't hide the ambiguous traces with his collar, he simply grabbed the culprit by the collar and sullenly demanded that he clean up the mess he had left.
As a result, the guy was very unhappy. He hugged him and whined for a long time. In the end, he only managed to remove some of the marks that could not be covered by clothes with great difficulty.
The professor, who had been coaxed into giving in, said: "..."
I always feel like I'm being forced to experience the simulator of a tyrant.
The tyrant was still wondering whether he had been bewitched by the "Enchantress", while Percy Brody had already arrived in Port Morris.
To conceal his identity and avoid detection by other powers, he paid a small fortune and boarded a merchant ship, disguising himself as a wealthy young man traveling. The ship's owner had personally experienced the riots in the Kasa Strait, and since the cargo on board could no longer wait, he gritted his teeth and paid a toll to the Seamen's Union, allowing him to successfully pass through the Kasa Strait.
In fact, the merchant ship owner himself was not sure. No one knew whether other sea routes would recognize this "pass" that had taken a lot of effort. If the ship and cargo were detained by the authorities, all the efforts would be wasted.
The merchant ship owner simply changed his destination and headed for Port Morris - after all, it didn't matter where the goods were sold, so he might as well choose Port Morris, which was controlled by the People's Party, which had close ties with the Casa Strait. After all, whether there was "divine punishment" or not was not as scary as bankruptcy.
Percy silently set foot on the land bearing his brother's name. To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie. He subconsciously touched the divine seal on his chest—his heart was still beating fiercely. Besides the family ring, he also wore another unfamiliar golden band on his finger. According to the gods, this was a magical teleportation device gifted to him. They instructed him to immediately activate it and leave Port Morris once he captured the person.
"There is an abomination around him," the God of Light and Glory said vaguely, "You must escape from his presence before summoning me."
Percy knew the god was referring to the unfathomable golden-haired creature. He'd played the victim, clinging to his brother, relying on his pretty face and sweet words to charm him. But Percy had to admit, at least for now, he was completely powerless to compete with him. But who was that creature, enough to even frighten the gods?
Besides being shocked and solemn, the gloomy jealousy was boiling and roiling in the young man's chest like a poisonous swamp. This feeling was even more painful to him than the inferiority and timidity that he could not escape.
He wanted to become stronger, more powerful than that guy, more reliable than everyone else, to show his brother...
In the airtight room, with the curtains drawn tightly, the black-haired boy, whose delicate face had become even more ferocious, suddenly slapped himself mercilessly. Then he seemed to calm down and let out a light breath.
On the other side, the professor was checking letters sent from all over the place. He was satisfied to see that some people had begun to submit letters of surrender to him, trying to make a living in Port Morris.
The People's Party was short of everything: manpower, supplies, and experience. He was using the Empire to spread the word about the People's Party and the Ghosts in order to attract more like-minded individuals. Of course, spies and detectives would inevitably flock to the party, but opportunities and challenges always coexisted.
As he read, the professor suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly: "A letter from that kid Percy."
In the letter, the other party sincerely told him that the main reason for spreading the news of his discord with his brother was to protect Ironthorn Territory and the Brody family, to confuse the spies of the Church and the Royal Court, and to focus their attention on Percy Brody himself. He deliberately acted arrogantly, declaring that he would personally erase the "stain of the Brody family" as the only way to legitimately come to meet him in Port Morris.
"Brother, you have to believe me. I will never hurt you."
The letters on the letter were winding and ornate, with the usual aristocratic flourishes. Only the connected strokes at the end seemed even more urgent, as if one could see the boy's jaw tense as he wrote. "I must see you because I have something important to tell you. I dare not tell anyone else about this. I will not take any possible risks, so I have to come to see you in person..."
At the end of the letter, the address and time were written in tiny handwriting, and he was again urged to come alone on time. The professor calmly lit the flint, allowing the thin paper to be completely engulfed by the flames. It fell on the table and turned into a layer of fine ash, which was then blown away by the wind.
Azuka raised an eyebrow at the side: "Is everything as you expected?"
"Almost." He rubbed his brow lazily, half closing his eyes. "But that kid will probably suffer a bit."
The other party chuckled, and his voice lowered gently: "Then will you feel sorry for him?"
The professor looked at him puzzledly and asked, "Why do I feel this emotion of 'heartache'?"
"There's a well-known saying in my hometown: 'If jade isn't carved, it won't become a useful tool.'" The black-haired young man snorted coldly. "It means that if jade isn't carved, it can't become a useful tool. The same goes for children; they have to go through hardships to grow."
He had spoken in Chinese. After he finished his enthusiastic explanation, the other person didn't respond. The professor looked up, somewhat puzzled, and heard the other person sigh and comment, "The way you speak this language... is very sexy."
professor:"……"
Professor: "That's enough. Let's get down to business."
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