Chapter 275 Difficult
"You—"
教授有些气急败坏地试图翻过身来揍他。那家伙死死缠着他的后颈，好像一只从深海里爬上来的东西，用他有力吮吸的触腕，用他坚硬锋利的喙，用他层层叠叠涌动着的肉质外膜，试图将那被拖入海水中的、不幸的溺水者改造成最完美的伴侣与爱巢。
He actually managed to turn around, but all he was greeted with was an even more passionate kiss. His hands were pinned to his head, and his pants were pulled halfway down, hanging between his hips. The other man had already unceremoniously slipped his free hand inside, caressing the flesh that was now burning with dull pain, stirring an uneasy shiver of avoidance.
"Did I hurt you just now?" The guy curled his eyes at him, looking completely guiltless. "Sorry, can I rub it for you?"
The professor just wanted to kick him.
He almost succeeded. He finally freed one leg and bent it to rest on the other man's shoulder. Using the shoulder as a fulcrum, he exerted force on his thin waist, tensing it into a sharp and beautiful arc - but the other party only pulled out one hand, grabbed the bony ankle, and pulled it down without hesitation. The sudden shift in his center of gravity made him almost fall into the other man's arms, and his butt seemed to hit something.
The blond youth groaned in silence, his fingers gripping his ankle clenching for a moment. But he simply turned his head and gently and reservedly placed a series of soft kisses along the inside of his enemy's calf. As he kissed, he admired his enemy's flushed face and whispered softly, teasingly, "You seem a little... impatient?"
"You mean I can't wait to beat you up?" The professor raised his eyelids, panting, and asked coldly. He was already panting after this, and felt like he was fighting a giant octopus, not caring about the end, and his whole body was sticky and messy, and he looked very embarrassed.
He was too lazy to struggle. He couldn't beat him anyway, and it would only make that bastard more excited. The black-haired young man simply relaxed completely, slumped on the bed, half-closed his eyes and tried to calm his rapid breathing, letting the guy hold his knees, rub and kiss the inside of his calves, lick and bite them.
"...Why did you hit me?"
Nova impatiently opened his eyes and was startled by the face so close to him. The savior's golden hair drooped like a spider's silk in the wind, light and soft, but it completely obscured his vision, forcing him to stare at the face in the blinding light, which was so beautiful and perfect that it was creepy, even from this distance, and it was flawless.
Seeing that his nemesis's attention had shifted back to him, the blond youth stubbornly continued to press down, not forgetting to use his arms to support most of his weight, and then gently rested his forehead against his nemesis's forehead: "Answer me, sir - why do you want to beat me?"
The professor said sternly, "You started it."
Considering that the other party was not in a clear mind, he did not bother to argue with him, but this bastard actually made him feel wronged.
"Are you sick of me? Tired of me?" The guy seemed not to hear, his eyelashes trembling helplessly as he tried to maximize his facial expression. "Otherwise, how could you be so cruel as to hit me?"
professor:"……"
"...First of all, I don't hate you, nor am I fed up with you." He said gloomily, "Secondly, I haven't hit you yet. If I wanted to, I would have done it long ago. There's no question of whether I'm cruel enough or not."
The black-haired tyrant stared at the savior's innocent face and made a final conclusion expressionlessly: "In the end, when you were drunk, you were just an unreasonable asshole who made trouble for me."
The other person stared at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly his eyes curved gently, and his voice was soft and sweet: "You still scolded me."
It's clearly an accusation, but it sounds strangely exciting.
"I see." The guy muttered to himself as he stood up and began to pull down his already precarious pants. "Is it because of the eating in the illusion? I'm sorry I didn't stop you then because you looked really hungry. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, please allow me to make it up to you..."
"No need." The professor frowned, trying to snatch his pitiful waistband back from the man's hand while seriously reasoning with the drunk: "Although I was not in my right mind at the time, it was my initiative. It's not your fault. I will not take it out on you or get angry with you. I did feel a little strange afterwards, but not too much disgust. After all, we are lovers, and this kind of thing should be mutual--!"
He couldn't continue. His neck jerked back, his jaw stretched into a trembling, sweat-beaded line, his Adam's apple moving rapidly up and down. He tried to close his legs, but someone had anticipated his movements by holding him at the knees, completely preventing him from moving.
The black-haired young man turned his head and bit the pillow tightly with his teeth, but the suppressed moans and sobs still couldn't be stopped from escaping from the depths of his throat. His fingers subconsciously clenched the other person's hair, not knowing whether to resist or demand.
"It's okay, just relax and enjoy it. You're obviously feeling comfortable." Another person coaxed softly and vaguely, "Dear, baby, I just want to make you feel comfortable..."
His nemesis seemed unable to bear it and covered his eyes with one arm. His exposed neck was bloody and his breathing became intermittent, occasionally revealing a very attractive, light and soft nasal sound, which made him want to swallow him whole.
The other party had already gradually become addicted to it, and the fingers that were gripping his scalp slightly painful gradually loosened, and he even unconsciously responded. But the black-haired young man suddenly tensed up extremely, and struggled violently in panic: "Wait, you——"
He suddenly pushed his upper body up, but was pushed back without question. Azuka raised his head, licked his lips suggestively, and stroked the man's waistline, which was tense to the point of cramping and then suddenly softened, with his palm, provoking a helpless shudder. His eyes were innocent and almost vicious. "Professor, what's wrong?"
Seeing the person staring at him with a stern face and the tips of his ears almost red as if blood was dripping, he paused, chuckled softly and leaned over, wanting to give the person a gentle and sweet kiss, but was held tightly to his face by a hand.
"No." His nemesis frowned, his voice hoarse, and he leaned back as hard as a cat resisting a kiss. "I'm not a demon, and I don't have pica—damn it, where's your mysophobia?"
"It's not the first time." The savior said innocently, "Besides, it's yours. I don't mind it."
"No." The other party emphasized again with a dark face.
"Okay, I'll go rinse my mouth." He sighed, and taking advantage of the fact that her expression had softened a bit, he suddenly leaned over maliciously and pecked her red lips lightly and quickly. Then he quickly distanced himself, contentedly watching his nemesis glare at him angrily while wiping his lips vigorously. Before the other party could even think of opening his mouth to curse him, he had already gone into the bathroom.
When Azuka returned to the bedroom, his nemesis had wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, leaving only his messy head exposed.
Azuka narrowed his eyes. He climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside her. Then, he gently stroked her soft black hair and asked with a half-smile, "Sir, are you pretending to be asleep?"
Normally, the other party never went to bed so early. He half coaxed and half forced her to go to bed.
"This is a physiological reaction of the human body," his old enemy said coldly with his eyes closed. "Due to the orgasm, my brain released a lot of calming chemicals, so I did feel sleepy."
Azuka: “…”
He was silent for a moment, and suddenly, taking advantage of the other person's unpreparedness, he lifted a corner of the quilt and crawled in. The two of them immediately twisted into a ball in the small space.
"You—get out!" His old enemy was obviously a little frustrated, struggling and trying to kick him: "I clearly have a blanket, why are you grabbing mine!"
"Need I remind you?" He hugged the man tighter from behind, and then saw the black-haired young man in his arms suddenly stiffen, obviously aware of something. "You are in a very dangerous situation now, Professor. You don't have any clothes on that will get in the way."
"You're not drunk at all." The person in his arms said coldly.
"I'm drunk." The savior buried his cheek in the back of his enemy's neck and rubbed it. Hearing this, he calmly emphasized, "So much so that I really want to have sex after drinking."
"Sir, can we do this once?" His fingers slid restlessly down, his tone extremely gentle, with a hint of temptation: "Just once, quickly, I will be very gentle and will not delay your work tomorrow."
"Like you said, lovers should be 'mutual'... and you've already felt comfortable, haven't you?" Seeing that the person was tense and silent, someone cunningly lowered his voice to sound even more aggrieved: "If you really don't want to do it, then can you kiss me? You can check whether it's clean yourself..."
He didn't continue to play the victim because the other man, unable to bear it any longer, turned around, grabbed his shoulders and kissed him on the lips.
"Just once," the tyrant stressed expressionlessly, "You are not allowed to change your mind or cheat, you are not allowed to use other means, you are not allowed to—ugh!"
In between kisses, the other person panted and chuckled, "You can't find anything out by doing that just now. You have to do this..."
…He seemed to have overlooked one thing.
In the dizzy trance, the black-haired young man stared blankly at the swaying golden hair, his fingertips unable to even grip the other person's sweaty back, his toes rubbing against the sheets in a tense manner, and then being forced to relax in exhaustion.
——That is, this guy is much more difficult to deal with when he is drunk than when he is sober.
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