Chapter 266 Analysis
His nemesis looked like he was stunned by his own loss of control, Azuka thought fondly, like an old machine that had suddenly been hit by instructions it had never encountered before, and the gears were making a jerky clicking sound.
He almost couldn't help but lean over and kiss him again. The black-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then slowly wiped his red lips with his fingers. Although the other man was very gentle and didn't force him, he still felt a slight pain at the corner of his mouth.
"...It tastes weird." He seemed to be forcing himself to quickly pull himself out of the inexplicable panic. He lowered his eyes and stared at the residual liquid on his fingertips, slowly frowning with the seriousness of doing an experiment.
Azuka was silent for a moment.
"...Sorry?" He lowered his voice, adding a hint of coaxing. His expression was particularly sincere, and he looked extremely apologetic. "That wasn't my intention, but if this makes you feel very uncomfortable, please give me a chance to make it up to you."
It's not the first time anyway, someone thought calmly. He was confident that people would continue to be addicted to it... in a distracted state.
"No, that's not what I meant." The professor glanced at him expressionlessly. "My sense of taste is normal, just like the taste of a mixture of blood and protein. But my subconscious tells me that these are... food? I'm not sure if this mutation has changed my eating habits, similar to some kind of pica, or..."
He pondered for a moment, as if searching for a more accurate description. Worst of all, while he was thinking, he subconsciously licked his fingers. From another's perspective, it felt like the lazy, comfortable satisfaction of a meal... or perhaps the greedy longing of a belly that hadn't yet been filled.
Azuka: “…”
The black-haired young man blinked in confusion. He was covered by a large, soft and dry bath towel. Before he could react, he was rubbed through the bath towel. He was dizzy and his body was wrapped tightly.
His newly formed wings were pressed against his back, making him uncomfortable, and his tail immediately began to tap the bathroom floor in dissatisfaction. The other person didn't rush to put on his clothes, but simply squatted down to look him in the eye.
"You are very smart." The blond Saint said softly, "But if you don't want to 'eat' again for the time being, it's best not to discuss this topic now."
The newborn demon stared at him intently for a while, then suddenly stretched out its claws and grabbed his chin without any hesitation, twisting it back and forth to examine it.
[You know me.] He carefully observed this beautiful face, searching for relevant information in his mind, and said confidently in his native language: [You know Chinese? At least you know this language.]
The blond young man looked at him deeply.
[Yes, sir.] He spoke word by word, without even the usual accent common among foreign beginners, causing the other man's fingers to tighten uncontrollably, leaving a faint red scratch on his jaw. [I can do more than you think, perhaps a little more.]
This is indeed not an easy language to understand. Coming from a completely unfamiliar language family, with pronunciation methods and word usage habits that have never been encountered before, it really makes beginners who have always been hailed as "geniuses" when they were studying feel a little distressed.
But Azuka had always been a bright and studious student, and he liked the way his nemesis spoke his native tongue—it was as if he could get a glimpse into his past, a past he could never personally touch.
Just like now, the black-haired young man's attitude had clearly changed slightly. Even the tail began to wrap around his drooping left hand, twisting his wrist arrogantly.
...Honestly, Azuka really wanted to pinch him, and then admire the other person's collapsed and angry look as he tried to escape - but it was a pity that it was not the right time.
“…I think I should get to know you.”
Those black eyes reflected his figure clearly, revealing distinct suspicion, vigilance, confusion, and curiosity. Despite the ambiguous relationship between the two, he acted so calmly that he seemed incredibly innocent and cruel, wantonly dissecting and interpreting everything, even exuding a sense of dangerous inhumanity that made one shudder.
The savior felt his heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably. He could never resist the man's analysis of him - his moon, cold and brilliant, arrogant and great, but was looking at him without reservation, unencumbered by any external things, only looking at him.
"You and I must have been very close." An inexplicable unease caused the black-haired young man to subconsciously withdraw his hand. Maintaining his usual expressionless face, he spoke at an alarming pace, "You habitually took care of me, with a natural and intimate attitude. You knew my preferences and had a physiological reaction to my naked body..."
As he presented his observations one by one, his brows gradually furrowed. Something seemed off, he thought slowly, and surprisingly, he didn't give a direct answer. "So, what is the relationship between you and me?"
The other man smiled slightly and cunningly threw the question back: "What do you think?"
"It basically fits the secular definition of a romantic or marital relationship." The black-haired young man, who unfortunately didn't hear the danger in the relationship, said hesitantly, "But knowing myself, I don't think I have the ability to achieve such a relationship."
He thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked very sincerely, "So we are sexual partners?"
I would actually do such an "irrational" and "immoral" thing. This line of words was written all over his face, and he seemed to be extremely surprised by the "evil" he had done.
Azuka: “…”
He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes forbearingly. He only felt his teeth itching and wanted to bite something - he suspected that one day he would be pissed to death by this person.
"You're angry. Why?" the other person pressed him persistently, "Did I force you into this relationship?"
For example, for some reason, he had been robbing people by force, coercing them, and so on—it seemed that this guy's habit of using honorifics towards him had caught up with him. He frowned, somewhat puzzled as to why he had become such a morally corrupt outlaw.
"Have you ever thought about this?" The Savior narrowed his eyes and said with a half-smile, "If the person you're with right now were anyone else, would you still be as calm as you are now, or even question him so directly?"
The other party was silent for a moment, and finally revealed his true confusion.
"...I won't," the black-haired young man whispered in confusion. "That's really strange. You're powerful and dangerous, but I seem to have taken it for granted that you won't hurt me."
His voice became increasingly low, almost like he was talking to himself: "So that in front of you, I can act more... unscrupulous."
--Why?
"Sorry, that's my fault." He admitted his mistake swiftly: "I didn't consider everything, which led to some errors in my judgment."
"A person's past leaves behind many things that are difficult to change. In order to capture this information and clarify my own feelings," the professor asked solemnly and seriously as the other person's pupils shrank slightly, "Excuse me, may I... kiss you again?"
It’s called a kiss, but it’s more like eating.
At first, the other party still maintained a rigorous and objective attitude like doing an experiment. Azuka rarely took the initiative and tolerantly allowed his old enemy to lick and kiss his lips in a somewhat unruly manner.
But the kiss soon changed its nature, the light of rationality that once made its owner so proud seemed to be drowned by the damp, hot, and muddled tide. At first, the tip of his tongue carelessly penetrated the gap between his lips. As it absorbed the saliva from the other person, the other person's desire became increasingly passionate, increasingly... greedy. In the end, he was practically holding his tongue and sucking eagerly, a whining sound emanating from his throat. The clarity that had just appeared in his dark pupils gradually faded once again.
Azuka also couldn't help but slowly hug the person tighter. The bath towel he had just used a lot of effort to control his evil thoughts had already slipped off, revealing two bat wings that were flapping anxiously. When he pressed them in his palms and teased and rubbed them, the wings trembled and flapped helplessly again.
Before he knew it, the newborn demon had completely collapsed on top of him, and only ended this "meal" reluctantly when it could no longer breathe. It lay limp in his arms comfortably, sniffing the scent of its prey with intoxication, and occasionally biting the prey's neck with its fangs.
The prey's gaze grew deeper. He gently and slowly patted the back of the person in his arms, avoiding the most sensitive parts. This time, the person even graciously allowed him to touch those newly formed organs, which made the demon feel so comfortable that he almost let out a purring sound from his throat.
——But he reacted just the same.
The savior bent his knuckles maliciously, and slowly and erotically scraped the other's tailbone, which aroused a struggle and tremors mixed with whimpers and then was stopped. Finally, he got what he wanted and was bitten hard on the shoulder in dissatisfaction.
"What else do you want?" He chuckled and kissed the tip of the other person's ear slowly and vaguely: "Whatever it is, no matter how excessive it is, please tell me, I will definitely cooperate..."
"...Azuka." The man whispered in his ear.
Azuka was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and carefully observed the expression on the other man's face. Since arriving in the illusion and becoming the "Holy Son", he had never told anyone his name. Logically, it was impossible for his enemy, who had lost his memory, to know this name.
But the devil looked weak and extremely sleepy after a full meal. He buried his face in his shoulder in a daze, completely ignoring the two people's current situation of being neither up nor down, and his breathing gradually became even.
Azuka: “…”
Both of them were naked in the misty bathroom, with their lovers in their arms who were extremely passionate, proactive and adorable. How appropriate it was for something natural to happen.
The next second, his lover was calling his name in a daze, sleeping soundly in his arms like a child. Just looking at that quiet, tired sleeping face, he couldn't help but feel that anyone who disturbed his sleep at this time would be a heinous crime.
The great savior gritted his teeth, and finally sighed, carrying the person to the sofa, letting the person lie on his lap to avoid pressing on the fragile wings and tail, and by the way, pulled a thin blanket to cover the person.
"I've got it all down." He gently wiped his lover's wet hair with a dry towel and whispered softly in her ear: "Attempted self-harm, sexual partner, coffee... Heh."
The other person frowned almost instinctively and shrank into his arms, but when the fingertips slid across his lips, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit them, smacking them a few times and then refused to let go.
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