Chapter 400 Solution
"Thank me for what?" Azuka raised an eyebrow. "Thank you for forcing you to exercise despite your unwillingness, or thank you for surrendering and handing over the coffee at gunpoint?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a towel and carefully wiped the sweat from the man's forehead and neck. This man was always obedient when lost in thought, doing whatever he was told, even if it meant something a bit extreme. By the time the professor realized what was happening, the man's hand had already reached around his back and touched his waist. He didn't grasp it, seemingly offering a polite support, but the lurking danger still made him instinctively tense.
“It’s so hot.”
The tyrant pressed his pistol against the firm abdomen of the man beside him with some dissatisfaction. When the man was slightly stunned by the sudden cold touch, he slid the muzzle of the gun upwards and pushed the man away from his chest. His tone was chilling: "Thank you for your concern and care for my health - but don't get so close."
"Aren't you afraid of the cold now?" The savior narrowed his eyes slightly. At a certain moment, those beautiful blue eyes were so deep and terrifying at an angle invisible to people, like a dark tide that could devour people.
He wanted to strangle his nemesis to the ground. Azuka thought expressionlessly with a hint of well-hidden anger, and roughly shoved the cold, hard muzzle of his gun into his slightly open mouth, forcing him to let out a suppressed, sticky cough. Then he lowered his head and carefully licked those beautiful smoky-gray eyes that, even though they were extremely wet with tears due to suffocation and choking, they still stared at him coldly.
...or being pinned down like just now would be just as good. That way, he could naturally kiss the muzzle of his lover's gun, which smelled of gunpowder, and knead the sharp, slender lines of his back and waist, feel those thin muscles twitching and trembling uncomfortably under his hands, watch his face reveal a helplessness mixed with anger and panic that he hadn't even noticed, and then, when the black-haired young man tried to struggle to get up, he would smile and push him down...
"I have a healthy physiological sensory system and can perceive cold and heat stimuli normally." The professor glanced at the guy in confusion and felt an inexplicable chill on his back.
Seeing the man staring at him intently, seemingly unhappy, he thought for a moment and simply put on a beautiful gun flower, put away the gun, and then came over, grabbed the man's collar, and kissed him hard on the lips.
"Well, you can hug me," the tyrant magnanimously allowed, "but don't touch my waist."
He even took the initiative to reach out and hug the person, and with a bit of revenge, he rubbed his sweat-soaked hair against the person's shoulders a few times.
Azuka caught the man, his fingers kneading the aching shoulder and neck muscles in his arms with just the right amount of force. Only after the man's eyes narrowed in comfort, his weight almost entirely on his shoulders, did he lower his eyes and speak calmly, "Sometimes, I really want to fuck you to death without a care in the world."
professor:"……"
professor:"???"
"Because I deliberately rubbed my sweat on you?" He raised his head and asked suspiciously, "Are you angry because I cheated with the gun just now? Or are you upset because I comforted Graven earlier?"
"...Am I so petty in your eyes?" The savior pinched the back of the neck of the person in his arms with a hint of dissatisfaction.
…Well, at least the third reason was correct.
But someone still pondered seriously for a moment, and replied seriously: "Maybe it's because you look like you need sex to relax?"
"You're so tense, sir," he sighed softly, burying his face in the hair of the person in his arms. He rubbed the subconsciously tense back soothingly, "so tense that even Graven noticed it."
"You're changing the subject," the professor said, a little dissatisfied. He pointed out the difference very sharply: "It's not as serious as 'fucked to death'. I don't want to have a cause of death engraved on my tombstone that is not in line with public order and good morals, 'died from excessive sex'."
Azuka: “…”
It's both infuriating and funny, and it's really hilarious.
"What are you laughing at?" The professor struggled warily in the man's arms. He began to vaguely sense some ominous sign - a familiar premonition of danger. Usually at this time, the guy would be contrary to his usual gentleness and consideration, becoming "ferocious" on another level and very difficult to talk to.
——Damn it, he shouldn’t be so soft-hearted as to let someone hug him.
"...Stop moving." Azuka took a deep breath and held the man tighter. "If you keep rubbing like this, I'll start to suspect you're deliberately torturing me out of revenge. You know I won't force you to do anything."
Before anyone could open their mouth to retort, he deftly blocked the loopholes: "Besides your health issues—including exercise, eating, sleeping, and coffee."
The professor was no fool. He could clearly feel something strange against his leg. His ears and cheeks started to feel hot all of a sudden. Like a cat with its neck grabbed, his whole body stiffened almost instinctively, not daring to move.
But soon, the sense of security brought by the gentle indulgence and respect from the past made him gradually relax and calm down. He nestled in the man's arms and let the other person slowly and patiently stroke his back.
Although he could feel the palm emitting surprisingly heat, falling on his back which was slightly cold due to sweat through the thin shirt, making him almost tremble... but Nova was sure that he didn't have such thoughts at the moment.
Many people who walk the line between life and death crave the most extreme and violent physical relationships, to vent extreme psychological pressure, to let go of their fear and despair of death, and to feel what it means to be "alive." But the professor resisted the feeling of losing control and losing his rationality. He also didn't want to violently and brutally dump these repressed emotions on his lover simply because of irritability and fatigue. This was unfair and disrespectful, even though he knew that the other person indulged him almost infinitely.
"Don't take everything and carry it on your own shoulders." The savior held him in his arms and suddenly spoke abruptly.
The professor was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he almost thought that this guy could read his mind - but logically speaking, the other party could not see his facial expression at this time, and could only feel his breathing and heartbeat at most.
"Whether it was the Second Legion's demise or Ashes' death, you did absolutely nothing wrong." Azuka ignored the unseemly things and hugged the person in her arms tighter. "You can remember their deaths and the lessons they learned from them, but don't bear the responsibility for their deaths, and certainly don't bear the grief and confusion of Greven Worriff. These were their own choices and emotions as fully-fledged, clear-headed adults. They have nothing to do with you."
Graven also vaguely sensed something, so he clumsily tried to move closer, wanting to share even a little bit of the burden with his chief - but he was rejected.
——Of course, good refusal.
"...I understand. I'm not an omniscient and omnipotent God." Nova buried his face in the other's shoulder and muttered in defense: "Besides, I won't be shaken or collapsed by this. Don't worry about me..."
"But it's hard, isn't it." Azuka lowered his eyes, and a mournful emotion called compassion and pain emerged in his blue eyes.
"You've worked so hard all along, so hard... both then and now," he repeated in a low voice, gently and solemnly kissing the innocent man's pale forehead. "You shoulder the fate of everyone, endure the suffering brought by all sacrifices, bear the loneliness and exhaustion caused by countless 'misunderstandings'... And yet, with thoughts and perspectives far beyond this era and the world, you habitually place all responsibility and consequences on the decision-makers with the longest foresight."
The black-haired young man stiffened. Rather than being immersed in this extremely helpless emotion, he would rather "fuck him to death".
"Don't..." He murmured subconsciously and tried to reach out and pat the other person's back.
"Don't think about me." Another person stopped him: "You just need to know that I am always here, Professor, always here... No matter what, I will always be by your side, right?"
"I want you to start paying close attention to your physical senses and inner emotions," he said gently, "You can talk to me without any scruples, and vent to me without restraint... Now tell me, what do you feel?"
"...It's hot," the person in his arms was silent for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "My whole body feels a bit sore and weak, my heartbeat is racing, and my breathing is rapid."
"...What a good boy." Azuka sighed and hugged him tighter, whispering coaxingly, "Anything else?"
"I feel uncomfortable and irritated, as if something is blocking me..." The black-haired young man paused, then added sullenly, "But I don't want to let go. The hug is very comfortable. I like it."
The other person's eyes softened: "Well, don't let go."
The person who received gentle encouragement from his lover again and again became more and more unscrupulous: "I don't want to have sex today. I'm so tired of fighting with you."
Azuka: “…”
He felt as if he was shooting himself in the foot, but he still responded gently, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Of course, if you don't want to do it, then don't do it."
Then the guy thought seriously for a moment and added: "And I want a cup of coffee."
The Savior narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's almost time for dinner. Do you think I will agree now?"
"No, you bastard."
With this interruption, the professor finally pushed the person away again - this time it was very smooth. He rubbed his eyes, which were a little sore from being pressed by the shoulder, and his mood inexplicably improved a lot, and even his breathing became calmer.
"Let go, I'm all sticky and I need to take a shower," he announced expressionlessly, looking away uncomfortably.
"Yes, my sir." Azuka obediently loosened his arms completely, carefully observed his lover's condition, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Do you need my help?" he asked with a smile.
"No, are you torturing me or yourself?" The professor glanced down at him and sneered, "Solve your own problems first."
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