Chapter 418 Persuasion
His vision was robbed, and his breath was filled with the scent of another person, whether it was the faint, reassuring odor of an old robe or something new, gentle and dangerous, so gentle that it made him shudder instinctively.
The darkness brought with it an extremely intense sense of deprivation, and the sensation of touch suddenly doubled. He clearly felt the dangerous sag of the mattress on both sides of him, and the warmth and heat coming from his body, the source of all the oppressive feelings.
"Azuka!"
He'd done this countless times before, but losing sight still made the professor a bit flustered. He could hear his own voice, muffled by the fabric, sounding muffled and unconvincing. "According to the plan, we should be in a cold war right now. Don't act on your own... Ugh!"
The other person simply bit his neck lightly before releasing it, leaving an ambiguous red mark on it. A slightly helpless voice flowed gently along his neck, and his breath penetrated his ears aggressively.
"My dear," the other person whispered, "Do you really think that the god you designed for me...who is extremely controlling and treats humans with the arrogance of a toy, would engage in a 'cold war' with you?"
The god slowly and methodically used the sleeves of his robe to tie both of the human's wrists together, neither loose nor tight, forcing the other's arms to stay above his head. Then he hesitated whether to lift the cloth covering his eyes.
After all, it was a pity that he couldn't kiss and soothe his lover's wet eyelashes, and seeing those beautiful gray eyes gradually losing their rationality and becoming misty was indeed a pity. But when in the dark, the other person's body was always surprisingly sensitive... This temptation was so alluring that he was a little hesitant to make a decision.
Azuka simply stopped thinking about it and leaned down to kiss his enemy's soft lips closely and passionately, which were slightly opened due to the slight suffocation just now, and were tempting to kiss him. He did not let go until the person whimpered and struggled with difficulty breathing, and then he slowly let go and gently stroked the lips that were becoming more moist and fresh due to his thumb.
"I will only hold you down, torturing you until you curl up and then force you to stretch out, but there will always be nowhere to escape... until you cry uncontrollably and forget all your 'uncalm bad thoughts.'" The God of Resistance and Change, looking down from above, calmly and coldly declared: "Moaning, screaming, begging, and desperate submission are what 'I' deserve."
The body of the person beneath him was visibly trembling. The black-haired young man pursed his lips, silently trying to calm his breathing. He pressed his hand against the other person's violently heaving chest, and could clearly feel the rapid heartbeat pounding against his palm, like a bird trying to escape.
...Are you scared? Azuka frowned, leaned down and hugged him tighter, gently kissing his cheek and chin in a soothing manner.
"—Of course, this is just acting, isn't it?" His tone returned to its usual gentleness, with a hint of soothing, like coaxing a child: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it. I won't force you... Don't be afraid."
"You're adding drama to your own drama without permission." The blindfolded tyrant finally caught his breath. Even though he couldn't see, he still raised his chin slightly and coldly accused the darkness, "I never set you up as a villain. Instead, I played the role of foolish, suspicious, and overly arrogant."
"Sorry?" The savior blinked innocently, but his fingers were circling faintly around the place that was hot and swollen from being sucked and bitten, causing the person under him to shudder uneasily, but he was suppressed by him and could not move.
Then he heard his lover say again: "...but your speculation is indeed very reasonable and more convincing."
The god was stunned for a moment, but before he could show a smug look of success, he saw his nemesis thoughtfully say, "So you can bite a few conspicuous places, like the neck or lips, leaving some bloody teeth marks, etc. This way it will be more efficient."
Azuka: “…”
He said expressionlessly, "You are actually just deliberately angering me, taking revenge on me, and bullying me—right?"
“First, it’s just a reasonable proposal based on role logic and maximizing efficiency.”
The guy he had completely pinned down actually seemed to have a hint of pride in his successful scheme, and he slowly announced, "Secondly, yes. There's no reason in this world for you to be the only one bullying me."
Azuka almost laughed at him.
The professor suddenly groaned, his slender neck tensed and trembled, his Adam's apple moving up and down clearly and violently - the hand that was originally pressing on his chest slid into a more dangerous area without warning. He instinctively wanted to shrink, but he was completely pinned down and unable to move at all.
The culprit's other hand gracefully gathered his messy, slightly sweaty hair behind his head, then he lowered his head and kissed his lover's lips deeply, over and over again, gently and violently, passionately and lingeringly.
The tyrant, who had been calmly doing his evil deeds just now, seemed to be unable to bear it and let out a small whimper. He tried to turn his head away and bury himself in the pile of clothes, but someone pinched his jaw and turned him around, and bit his lips lightly as if punishing.
"...and please allow me to remind you of one more thing, sir."
The savior lifted himself slightly, trying not to suffocate the other. His beautiful face, looking down at him, was gentle and affectionate, but deep within his blue eyes was a terrifying, deep desire. "The way you're trying to 'bully' me at a time like this... only excites me even more."
"—So I'd rather act out your script... more realistically."
…
Marceline looked serious.
Although she intuitively concluded that these two people must be hiding something from her, and perhaps they were just pretending to be nice to someone, she was still a little uneasy for a moment. After all, she rarely saw either side out of control, let alone a tense argument.
If these two guys really started arguing, then morally and logically, even for the sake of world peace, she would have to go to each of them and give them some words of advice, even though she knew that once these two people made up their minds, there was really no way to change them.
Needless to say, that emperor was once a true tyrant known for his arbitrary and dictatorial behavior. Even the seemingly gentle and easygoing Azuka was, at heart, a lunatic who could not be restrained once his paranoia set in.
The red-haired girl sighed with a maturity that did not match her appearance, and felt quite tired - she even missed that idiot Orel. Maybe he could use his wonderful brain circuits to force these two bastards to tell them exactly what they were doing.
Unfortunately, the assassin had been sent to another battlefield by the emperor, and now she was standing in front of the tyrant's door, hesitating whether to knock and what to say next.
But before she could make up her mind, the door suddenly opened.
"…Azuka?"
The red-haired girl froze when she saw who opened the door. Her friend was casually wearing a robe, and her posture was lazy and relaxed, as if she was even slightly content. However, her usually smooth golden hair was unusually messy, as if someone had scratched and tugged at it.
She subconsciously took a step back and looked around the room, making sure she hadn't walked into the wrong place. After all, how could this guy have come out of His Majesty's room? Marshilin thought nervously, is he here to pick a fight?
"Are you... okay?" She tried to look inside the house cautiously, but was blocked by someone.
"Marchline?"
The blond young man was a little surprised. After seeing the dissatisfied expression mixed with warning on the red-haired girl's face, a hint of gentle helplessness appeared in his eyes.
"It's all right," Azuka said with a smile. "It was just a small, necessary conflict—but it's resolved."
...Necessary? So these two guys were really just acting? Her suspicions were confirmed. Marcylin, understanding the hint, breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she glared at her friend, her fists clenched menacingly.
——Then when this is all over, she threatened with her eyes, you two bastards must explain the whole cause and effect to me in full!
Ma Shilin left without asking any further questions. After all, if this was a unanimous decision made by these two people, then it must be the best decision.
After sending the person away, Azuka gently closed the door and locked it.
The room was dimly lit and filled with a...blushing smell. He walked back to the bed, leaned over, and lovingly touched the forehead of the person on the bed.
The cloth covering the black-haired young man's face had been rubbed off halfway. He struggled to lift up one of his reddened eyelids, his smoky-gray pupils weakly unfocused. His voice was terribly hoarse, and even a hint of tears remained: "...Mashlin?"
"Well, it's been solved." The savior whispered, helped the man up, and fed him some water.
"She's very worried about you." He leaned back against her, embracing her lover, whose body was covered in traces of lust. He patted her back, which was still trembling instinctively, soothingly, and rubbed her sore, still cramping abdomen. "You're glaring at me like I'm bullying you."
"You don't have it?" The professor sneered, motioning someone to look at his wrists, which were still tied up by his robe and unable to move.
However, he honestly rubbed his body comfortably in the other's arms, resting his chin tiredly on the other's shoulder, and his lazy tiredness couldn't stop oozing out.
"Sorry, you're so cute like this, I forgot for a moment." The savior calmly helped untie the wrist. Although the binding wasn't too tight, it had been so long that it had left some red marks. He couldn't help but kiss the wrist with a touch of heartache, then took it in his palm and massaged it carefully.
"Does it hurt?" Azuka asked in a low voice.
"...I'm not that fragile." The person in his arms muttered, burying his face in his arms. His breathing gradually became calmer and slower, but he still murmured intermittently, "And these marks...can better...reflect your...'violence'..."
A cruel god: "..."
He had no choice but to hug her tighter, and kissed her lovingly and greedily on the tips of her hair.
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