Chapter 322: Even
...So good.
The man's neck lay defenselessly tilted, his head resting wearily against his chest. The bulging veins and hollows of his neck revealed delicate, moving curves in the dim bathroom light. His slightly curly black hair, his quiet eyelashes, and the soft, downy hair on his ears were all damp. Soaked in the hot water, the tyrant's normally pale skin took on a rare, faint red. He seemed relaxed, his habitual frown gradually loosening, and a rare hint of childlike softness and innocence appeared between his features.
Azuka couldn't help but hug him tighter from behind. The bathtub was small, fitting the outdated decor of the base. Fortunately, it was clean, though it was a bit difficult to fit two adult men. He had to bend his legs, pressing them against the cool tiles, creating a more comfortable and spacious space for him—which made the close contact of naked skin seem even more natural.
It was indeed quite logical - a certain savior also naturally ignored the options of taking a shower or standing outside the bathtub to help clean up. After all, his lover was really exhausted and needed his more gentle and considerate care... Even though he could not deny that this was an incomparable reward for him, it was also a torture enough to drive him crazy.
Azuka couldn't help but bury his face deep in the crook of his neck. The thin skin was soft and cool, carrying a clean, moist scent and the professor's own cold, slightly bitter scent. He greedily inhaled deeply and kissed the side of his lover's neck gently, feeling the carotid artery pulsating powerfully beneath the thin skin, so deadly, so fragile, defenselessly pressed against his lips and teeth, bringing him a satisfaction that was almost painful.
The professor usually didn't like being touched in certain areas, like her waist. Even if she was completely exhausted, she would dodge violently at the slightest touch. If pushed too hard, her lower abdomen would even twitch violently, requiring him to gently massage her with his hot palm for a while before she would feel better.
But now, the person was acting perfectly docile. As his palm, lathered with the delicate soap, slowly slid down, she merely frowned drowsily and uttered a sleepy, dissatisfied grumble. Perhaps the hot water dulled her senses, and soon, under his silent soothing, her breathing returned to a steady state. Even as his fingertips, carrying the water, inadvertently brushed against a few soft spots of flesh he normally wouldn't touch, the body in his arms simply curled deeper into his embrace.
...I'm really too tired.
The thought of this made the savior's heart melt like molasses in the sun, a mixture of the tender swelling of unconditional trust and a deep, bitter pity and love. He carefully avoided the untouchable areas, meticulously massaging the woman's muscles, stiffened from long hours at her desk. The woman in his arms was clearly comforted by his massage, her cheek unconsciously rubbing against his chest, almost letting out a purr of pleasure from the depths of her throat.
Azuka's hand suddenly stopped - he said he promised not to do anything.
But the blond youth raised his eyebrows slightly, looking down in surprise at the strange scene underwater. He swore he hadn't been deliberately teasing her, just a simple, non-intimate massage and cleansing. He had even thought that he might make some mistakes during the process... but now he was a little surprised.
Was it because he'd been too busy lately and hadn't had time for intimacy? Or was it that... this body, once sworn to "not desire human beings," had finally begun to crave the very things he'd tried to guide it to indulge in, amidst his generous, deliberate attempts at flattery and meticulous feeding, in a state of complete safety and sudden relaxation? After all, his nemesis was still quite young, and under his daily care, he was already beginning to approach the concept of "health."
But no matter what kind of secret speculation it was, it was enough to make his breathing gradually become heavier, and signs of losing control faintly surfaced.
However, the sleeping face of the person in his arms was still as innocent as ever. It was only because of the changes in her body that made her breathing become slightly faster. Gradually, he seemed to feel a little uncomfortable with the unfamiliar throbbing that slowly rose from deep within. His brows furrowed again. In a daze, he rubbed the clavicle very lightly with the tip of his nose, a little anxiously.
Azuka's fingers suddenly curled up, as if he was forcibly suppressing some impulse. At least in the previous moment, he rarely sincerely wanted to keep the promise he made to Kazuto.
But what was even more terrible was that, in a state of half-asleep and half-awakeness, this person very frankly and trustingly moved his body towards his curled fingers underwater, even rubbing them lightly, and his knuckles immediately felt the hot touch - perhaps it was just an unconscious action in sleep, but from his perspective, it was as if he was asking for some kind of touch and reward from him as a matter of course, with absolutely no vigilance at all... For a moment, Azuka even thought that this guy was pretending to be asleep, deliberately teasing and torturing him.
The savior looked expressionlessly at his nemesis, who was very good at tormenting people, and finally gritted his teeth. He had indeed been called a hero, but he was not a noble saint.
Then the black-haired young man suddenly whimpered softly without any warning, curled up subconsciously, and instinctively clamped his legs together, as if trying to escape from something, but someone slowly and slowly hugged him tighter, gently coaxing him to relax.
The sleeping tyrant seemed to sense some premonition of unusual danger, his eyeballs twitching violently beneath his lids. But the all-too-familiar warmth enveloped him, the gentle whispers drifted faintly past his ears, and the alluring, incomparable comfort all around him… His subconscious told him he was now absolutely safe, completely dulling his instincts. The beast, alertly raising its head, merely grunted in discontent before lazily slumping back down, its eyelids too heavy to open.
The person who controlled all this coldly controlled the rhythm and scale of the whole process. When he saw people breathing rapidly and rubbing against his arms, his movements became more gentle and slow, as annoying as scratching an itch through a shoe; when the people completely relaxed, his fingers tightened little by little cruelly and slowly.
So until the body in his arms suddenly tensed and trembled, and something different from the clear water and soap foam emerged from underwater, the black-haired young man, who was being served comfortably, never really woke up from his sleep.
Reluctantly, he kissed his lover's brow, which clearly showed relaxation and satisfaction, as well as his slightly parted lips, which were soaked in moisture and passion and were now flushed red. The savior whispered in his ear with a half-smile, "Are you comfortable? Are you happy?"
He was neither comfortable nor happy now - but the situation did not allow him to continue, unless he really wanted to irritate the other person and then get tickled.
...Besides, he couldn't bear to do it.
He wrapped the person in a towel, wiped off the water droplets, dried the hair bit by bit, and tucked the person in. Azuka held the person in his arms from behind, quietly inhaling the clean, moist scent of the person in his arms, and forced himself to ignore some of his "troubles".
Anyway, there is always a chance to "retaliate". The savior kissed the slightly red neck of his old enemy at home lovingly, but his blue eyes were deep. Who said that he was a very... vengeful person by nature.
The professor didn't know yet that his butt might - or must - suffer in the future. He slept very well, even better than ever before, so much so that he woke up earlier than his biological clock the next day without being woken up.
The person beside him was rarely still asleep, her cool blond hair caressing his neck and arms, tickling him with every movement. Nova looked at him drowsily for a moment, perhaps still not fully awake. He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the pale golden eyelashes that seemed to glow in the morning sun. Then he frowned in confusion at his own unclear, almost brain-dead, action.
When Azuka regained consciousness, he saw his lover leaning against his desk, cup in hand, looking down at a document. He wore only a thin shirt, two buttons unfastened at the collar, revealing a sharp, beautiful collarbone. Hearing the noise, he turned to look at him, his face warmed by the sunlight. His smoky-gray eyes were nearly transparent, their intricate, beautiful lines clearly visible.
"Good morning," his old enemy said calmly, seemingly having no recollection of last night's loss of control.
Seeing him sitting on the bed, the guy thought for a moment, then picked up a glass of milk from the table and handed it to him: "Here, with honey."
Azuka subconsciously reached out to take it, but then he suddenly realized something and paused slightly: "Good morning - what were you drinking just now?"
The other person glanced at him, then suddenly raised his cup, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation, then turned to show him the clean bottom of the cup.
"Coffee." The guy said it with a smug tone, as if he had successfully done something bad.
Azuka: “…”
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You told me last night that you wanted to drink milk with honey in the morning."
"You promised last night that you wouldn't do anything," the professor countered without hesitation. Don't underestimate his observation skills. Even if he fell asleep, his body's senses and residual pleasure couldn't deceive him.
"Oh? What did I do?" Azuka looked at him with a smile.
He saw her lazily sitting on the bed in her pajamas, her pretty face gazing at him with a half-smile, as if she would execute him on the spot if he confessed. The professor, realizing he seemed to be taking advantage, was silent for a moment, feeling guilty, then he stuffed the milk into her hand.
"I made it myself and also made breakfast—four slices of toast and two fried eggs." He deadpanned, trying to end the conversation: "Are we even?"
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