Chapter 265 Eating
The swelling and pain near his shoulder blades gradually subsided. He felt extremely tired, but he was even more hungry. His brain was so groggy that when the other wing was slowly pulled out in the same way, he didn't even have much strength to struggle. He just twitched tiredly, and even his teeth that were biting the pillow loosened a little.
Compared to the monk who had fallen publicly during morning prayers, these new bat wings were even more exquisite. But the professor was not happy about this at all. Now his entire body was almost covered in a sticky unknown liquid that smelled of sulfur, like a naked, wet chick that had just hatched from a volcanic crater.
The other man, still trying to comfort him, slowly massaged the muscles on his back. He grabbed his wings, pinched them in his palms, and carefully examined the membranes and bones soaked in slime, inch by inch. But when he reached the gap where the wings connected to the spine, the already exhausted newborn demon suddenly struggled violently, and the folded bat wings suddenly spread out as if startled, and a large amount of slime instantly splattered all over the unprepared Saint Son.
Azuka: “…”
He silently wiped the mucus stuck to his eyes with his fingers and observed it carefully under the light - it was like the amniotic fluid that protects newborns, clear and transparent, but more viscous, and was dripping intermittently along his knuckles.
The culprit was curled up unconsciously on the wet sheets, even his tail had become limp. He looked like he was trying to crawl into a safe nest, so much so that his entire back was arched, his jagged spine clearly visible, and merged into an even more imaginative curve.
Under the dim light, the savior's blue eyes seemed even deeper and harder to discern.
"Sir, can I help you clean it first?" He sighed and asked softly, touching the short hair that was completely soaked with sweat with his fingers tentatively.
No response was received.
Azuka simply pushed his fingers into the other's mouth, unwilling to resist, and slowly extracted the pillowcase, which had been soaked with saliva and left with clear teeth marks, from the newborn demon's weak grip. He didn't mind the bite, tolerantly allowing the other to gnaw at his fingers, leaving a faint tooth mark, and touched the canine teeth that were clearly becoming sharper.
When he carried the person into the bathroom, he felt like he was catching a fish fresh out of the water. The fish was slippery, cold and soft all over. He had to use a little strength to hold the person and prevent him from sliding to the ground.
As he filled the tub, she had been very obedient, resting her cheek quietly against his shoulder. She only mumbled something aggrievedly, her native language mingled with it. He listened carefully for a long time before he could barely make out a single syllable.
……Hungry?
Azuka lowered his eyes thoughtfully. Technically, he was a demon, perhaps a more advanced one, one that could disguise itself as a human. But he had no idea what a creature that lived purely on fabrication and fantasy actually ate. The "script" he'd been given didn't include any of these things.
However, considering the gods' usual cruelty, it must not be a normal thing.
He was still thinking about some serious things in his mind, but it did not stop His Excellency the Son of God from taking off his own clothes that were also soaked in mucus, and by the way, he stripped off the rest of the other person's completely ruined black clothes.
He felt a pang of regret as he took them off. The professor actually looked great in it, regal and solemn, and it made her waist and legs look slimmer. Even though there was barely any skin exposed, it still made her look... covetable.
As soon as he lowered the man into the water, the newly born demon, which had been gradually becoming docile, suddenly exploded. Azuka inexplicably hugged him tightly, and the creature's arms were firmly hooked around his neck, its nails digging deep, bloody marks into his back. Desperately, it used all its hands and feet to try to climb onto him, wings and tail raised high, trying to escape the warm bath water, like a cat being forced into water.
Azuka: “…”
He suddenly remembered something.
——By the way, the bath water in the church...is it considered holy water?
The blond young man held the person firmly while putting his arm into the bathtub - well, there was indeed a slight, almost instinctive disgust, but other than that there was no problem, except that it might be too stimulating for the newborn demon.
He tentatively scooped up some water with his hands and gently wiped the back of the person in his arms, washing away the gradually drying mucus. Fortunately, this time the other person didn't react much, gradually calming down in his arms, but still holding him tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder, as if she was afraid of being thrown into the bathtub again.
...Great, Azuka thought helplessly, his unconscious lover was naked, curled up in his arms pitifully and intimately, and he insisted that he clean her with his own hands - it was simply an extremely sweet torture, but he couldn't do anything to his lover in this state.
The savior took a clean bath towel and spread it on the ground. He squatted down, held the man firmly, and carefully wiped the other's body with the wet towel.
When the wiping reached its lower abdomen, it whimpered and retreated, seemingly in discomfort. Especially when cleaning the more sensitive new wings and tail, it was like a grueling battle. The person in his arms desperately tried to escape, but was pinned down and unable to move. In a fit of rage, he opened his mouth and bit him randomly, biting his chin and shoulders. His new fangs were so sharp that they pierced his skin in a few bites, slowly dripping bright red blood.
This made him unexpectedly quiet. The other party seemed to have been distracted and began to eagerly chase and lick the blood with the tip of its tongue, making greedy whimpering sounds from deep in its throat. Its tail once again tightly wrapped around his legs, flapping anxiously as if silently urging him.
...Is it blood?
Azuka tentatively cut his palm. The demon, now devoid of all reason, clung to him greedily, grasping his wrist and lowering its head. It devoured the slowly flowing blood, completely soaking the edges of the wound white with saliva. Finding it unable to draw any more blood, it licked his blood-stained finger repeatedly with the tip of its tongue, then instinctively sucked furiously after swallowing it.
But this didn't seem to be enough to relieve the strange feeling of hunger.
Azuka suddenly pinched his enemy's jaw with his hands. His unfocused black eyes were covered with a layer of pitiful mist. His face was flushed and he whimpered like a cub begging for food in his throat. He looked completely out of his mind.
This person clearly looked extremely harmless and sympathetic, but just now he was rubbing against his shoulders and neck in an extremely cute way, while aiming at his carotid artery and biting it mercilessly.
"Sir, please restrain yourself." Seeing the man about to bite him again, Azuka pressed his finger against his teeth and warned helplessly, "If you eat up your only food in one go, what will you do next?"
The newborn demon's response was to impatiently pounce upon His Excellency the Son of God on the bathroom floor. The other sat condescendingly on him, pressing his chest fiercely with both hands. Its soaked wings, fully extended in the mist, cast a sinister shadow on the wall.
Seeing that the prey under him seemed to be motionless, under the indulgent gaze of another person, the black-haired demon let go of him, began to bend down, lay on the Son of God's body and sniffed around roughly, as if he had found something that interested him more.
Azuka's pupils suddenly shrank violently.
"you--!"
The devil suddenly let out a vague growl from its throat, as if it was afraid of having its food snatched away and making a threatening sound. It raised its eyes vigilantly and glared at him, while immediately speeding up its swallowing. Its tail was tightly wrapped around the prey's ankles, as if it was afraid that the prey would escape.
He was very clumsy, and it was obvious that he had not yet learned how to hunt. He stumbled, was at a loss for words, was hungry, and anxious, but he didn't know how to hunt, which made the other man frown.
Azuka suppressed a sudden groan. He closed his eyes in silence, slowly sitting up and gently stroking the other man's hair and neck in a soothing manner.
"Don't be afraid, go slowly, don't rush." He coaxed softly, "Please keep your teeth down a bit, you're hurting me a little."
The situation was now clear, the savior thought grimly as he stroked the back of his nemesis's neck. According to the gods' design, if the enemy didn't want to become a demon that lived on human fluids and flesh, losing its human dignity, they had to pray to the God of Light.
A crude, despicable and exceptionally vicious scheme.
Just imagine, if the person feeding this newborn demon wasn't him...
The black-haired demon, who was eating, suddenly shuddered. For a moment, he seemed to sense some unusual and terrifying aura. Even though he was completely unconscious, his instincts still clamored to stay away from the prey below him.
But he was reluctant to let go of the food that was about to reach his mouth.
He was so hungry, so hungry that it felt as if the fire deep in his belly would burn him to ashes in the next moment. He was so hungry that even though his jaw was aching, he still couldn't let go. What's more, the hand pressing gently on his head was still gentle, tacitly allowing him to eat while silently preventing any possible retreat.
The tail wrapped around her ankles suddenly tightened, and the fingers pressing against the back of her head couldn't help but use some force, causing her black hair to frizzle up. But the demon finally quieted down, and the only sound in the bathroom was the sound of swallowing.
After a long time, Azuka dragged the man up and held him in his arms, carefully observing the other's eyes - those confused colors were gradually fading away, and rationality was returning to this tortured body.
He paused, then suddenly leaned over and kissed the person who was obviously stiff without any disgust, and even bit the other person's lower lip affectionately.
"Are you still hungry?" He asked softly as if nothing had happened, just like when he handed someone a piece of bread on the night they first met.
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