Chapter 264 Hunger
Another sleepless night. He was terribly sleepy, his brain groggy, yet a burning pain raged deep in his abdomen. A nagging hunger crave gradually developed, sending a sore, numb, and itchy ache down his spine, and a dull, strange pain emanating from the tops of his shoulder blades.
...This can't go on. Although it's still unclear what the devil's diet is, it's probably not something normal, human souls, flesh and blood, or anything else - in short, he must not gradually lose his rationality and run into people to hunt recklessly, otherwise he will never be able to escape from this world.
The professor was sharpening the silver dinner knife, the only sharp weapon he could find.
After sharpening the blade and roasting it over the fire for a while, he spread the bed sheet on the ground, tore some clean cotton cloth, prepared some wine, wrapped the table knife with strips of cloth several times, tied it tightly to his hand, then bit a roll of cotton cloth tightly with his teeth and pressed the blade against the tail, which seemed to have sensed an ominous premonition and began to flap violently.
This world does not follow the laws of physics. Perhaps it is hypnosis, illusion, or something even more unscientific.
——So at this moment, he can take a gamble with more confidence and boldness.
The black-haired young man bit the cotton cloth in his mouth expressionlessly and cut it hard without mercy.
The sharp blade slipped against the tough scales, sending a shower of sparks flying. The intense itching pain of the scales being forced back, combined with a strange stimulation that threatened to overwhelm his nerves, caused the black-haired young man to let out a stifled scream. Fortunately, the knife was securely bound in his hand, preventing it from making any further unbearable noises in the silent night.
He fell exhausted on the cold floor, gasping for breath. His uncontrollable tail slapped the sheets madly, making muffled sounds. The exploded tail sting almost tore the sheets and trouser legs into rags. His calf was rubbed, and blood slowly seeped out.
It has no independent mind and is controlled by instinct. It is very hard and tough. With his current strength, he cannot remove it by himself. He may need external force... A series of information flashed through the professor's mind quickly, but at this moment, there were sudden footsteps outside the door, and a dim light was getting closer and closer to the crack in the door.
The tail, nearly chopped off by its heartless owner, suddenly straightened, its stinger poised to strike. The black-haired young man struggled to his feet, quickly pulling the bed sheet around his waist. As he turned, he was tripped by the tail, and he slammed into the wardrobe with a resounding thud.
"Father Elian?" The monk on duty knocked on the door in confusion. "I heard some strange noises. Do you need any help?"
But he clearly saw that the shadow cast into the room from the crack in the door was not a human figure, but some kind of... strange and twisted huge shadow.
The professor forced himself to suppress the uncontrollable tremors and strangeness, and replied in a voice as steady as possible: "No need, it's just a mouse."
But the thing was not discouraged. Under his vigilant gaze, the doorknob began to turn. He even smelled a familiar stench, the same stench as that of the fallen monk during morning prayers: "Really? I can help you-"
...Tsk, there's nothing I can do.
The black-haired young man clenched the table knife in his hand, which was shiny silver due to sweat. His footsteps were light as he nimbly approached the blind spot behind the door, ready to cut the throat of the intruder as soon as the door was opened, no matter what the thing was.
The doorknob suddenly stopped moving.
He heard the Night Watch Brother's voice, a mixture of surprise and fear: "...Your Excellency the Holy Son?"
A second figure appeared through the crack in the door, the shadow of a human—or perhaps a better-hidden demon.
"Go back and rest." The Son's voice was clear and gentle, like a soft mist blowing across the lake at night: "I grant you the right to sleep peacefully."
The huge, twisted shadow shook, responded vaguely, and gradually moved away, but the professor still did not loosen his grip on the dinner knife.
The door creaked slightly, but was stopped by the homeowner just as it was about to open.
"Good evening, sir." The black-haired young man looked at the beautiful face expressionlessly through the crack in the door.
The Son lowered his eyes and smiled gently at him. "Good evening. How are you?"
"I'm fine, just startled by a mouse," the professor replied in a low voice. Seeing someone raise an eyebrow at him, the black-haired young man paused, then suddenly turned away, as if very embarrassed, and whispered, "Well, actually, I was woken up by the corpse that I saw during the day..."
Another person suddenly interrupted him: "You mean the rat...is this it?"
The professor was stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously lowered his head - the tail that he had hidden in the bed sheet had torn the bed sheet again at some point, and came out from the narrow gap in the door in a domineering manner. Not willing to be outdone, it directly wrapped around the other person's calf, tightening it in circles, and the tail sting tore the other person's trouser legs into pieces, leaving countless cuts.
professor:"……"
An uncontrollable, irrational, and extremely stupid tail!
Suddenly, he felt a slight push on his shoulder, and the next second, a demon had entered his room and was slowly closing the door.
Seeing the man staring at him, the blond young man rubbed his forehead helplessly, one hand hidden behind his back and his fur standing up as he slowly backed away, his tail still wrapped around his calf lovingly and greedily.
"Don't be afraid." He stood still and coaxed softly, "You should have guessed it long ago. I am also... a devil, and you are my compatriot."
"You don't seem to have much friendship for your fellow men," said the professor coldly.
hunger.
A strange hunger surged exponentially the moment he saw this person, nearly overwhelming his sanity. He felt his mouth salivate profusely, and deep in his abdomen, a burning, sour, and empty feeling welled up, yet he didn't even know what he was craving.
This strange and intolerable feeling of hunger affected his rationality, causing his thinking and reaction speed to become increasingly slow. It seemed that he was only distracted for a moment, and the next second he saw that the man had unknowingly come incredibly close to him, reaching out to him.
The black-haired young man's pupils shrank violently. Almost instinctively, he aimed at the white and fragile neck and tried to stab the knife into it, even forgetting whether this would anger the other party - but his wrist was easily grabbed.
Glancing at his nemesis's right hand with the dinner knife wrapped around it, and the scattered cotton cloth and wine on the floor, Azuka was silent for a moment, his brows slowly furrowed.
He asked softly, "What were you doing?"
...For some reason, the professor suddenly felt that this guy had become very scary.
He was caught and then pressed down on the bed by the victor’s back.
The guy's strength was astonishing, and the black-haired young man struggled violently almost instinctively. The dinner knife had long been untied and thrown to the ground. He tried to roll over, scratching, kicking and biting desperately, his tail slapping the edge of the bed angrily, tearing the other man's clothes into a mess. But when his pants were pulled off and the base of his tail was ruthlessly grasped, his whole body suddenly stiffened and trembled.
"Don't--!"
The warm fingers pressing on the coccyx paused slightly: "... pain, or discomfort?"
He did not answer, but subconsciously bit the pillow in the increasingly burning drowsiness and desire, and vague roars and whimpers that seemed to be mixed with crying came out uncontrollably from his throat.
Azuka closed his eyes gloomily. This look was indeed familiar. When he devoured the fragment of the God of Love, this person was also in this miserable state, losing his mind bit by bit, and his desires were infinitely magnified.
...Is this another evil trick of the god of love?
First, he carefully felt the entire tail in his palm, and healed the bloodstains and bruises on his legs. While the newborn demon was limp, he took off his clothes, which had already been tattered.
Another person was gently caressing his bare back with their cool fingertips, examining his spine upwards. Though the gentlest gesture was, it triggered a nearly painful stimulation on his spine—his senses seemed infinitely amplified.
The new tail wrapped around his calf again, whether out of revenge or intolerance, it coiled around him tightly like a snake, and the spikes of its tail slapped the inside of his calf, leaving bloody marks.
The Son of God graciously allowed these minor offenses. He used his knee to gently press down on the other person's trembling lower back, stopping any possible struggle.
"You might not be able to see it," he whispered, his fingers resting firmly on the other man's shoulder blade. "There's...some redness and swelling here."
In fact, it was not just redness and swelling, but two cracks about a palm long appeared, from which a strange translucent liquid with a sulphurous smell was slowly oozing out. It opened and closed slightly with breathing, faintly revealing the red tender flesh underneath that was still breathing and wriggling.
"Does it hurt?"
He lovingly ran his fingertips over the graceful, ridged bones, then leaned over and gave them a gentle kiss. Their soft lips separated, but the cool blond hair dragged a distance along the other person's back. At that moment of amplified sensation, the other person let out a trembling moan.
Azuka heard his old enemy finally speak, and questioned him in a gloomy and hoarse voice, but with an uncontrollable tremor: "Are you a pervert?"
He couldn't help but smile silently.
"It's very uncomfortable, isn't it?" He didn't answer, but coaxed more gently: "You have to at least tell me what it feels like here, so that I can find a solution."
The professor was silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons, and finally answered concisely and decisively: "Bloating."
From an angle he couldn't see, the Son of God's eyes suddenly softened.
"Good boy." He said softly.
The blond young man patiently and slowly massaged the tense muscles around him. Beneath the thin bones and flesh, there seemed to be something particularly flexible that was still stirring, and he tried to push it out.
As he pushed gently, more and more transparent and sticky liquid seeped out of the crack in the back spine, even spreading a large area on the bed sheet. Fortunately, it was not corrosive, but there was no further progress.
Seeing his nemesis' hair soaked with sweat, his teeth clenched on the pillow, his body trembling more and more violently, almost unable to suppress his tears, Azuka was silent for a moment, suddenly whispering "be patient" and tentatively inserting a finger.
It was like touching hot, moist, soft internal organs. Amidst the other person's sudden collapse and wailing, he seemed to touch something, slowly pinching it with two fingers, and gently and slowly pulling it out bit by bit.
Accompanied by an exceptionally clear sound of water breaking, a large amount of mucus quickly gushed out - a wet, wilted black bat wing soaked in mucus finally broke out from the crack behind the black-haired young man, drooped tiredly in his palm, and trembled slightly as if breathing.
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