Chapter 233 Care
The savior stared at him for a moment, half-smiling, looking at him with bewilderment. Then the guy suddenly pinched his jaw, leaned over and bit hard on the soft flesh of his lips, without holding back, fiercely and fiercely - now it hurt inside and out.
Nova hissed unexpectedly, took a few steps back, and stared at him in shock. For a moment, he was even more confused than angry.
The person had unexpectedly refused his request. He covered his mouth and wondered, "So, was he angry? Why? Was it because he didn't say "please"?"
Azuka turned to tend to the still unconscious Yialos. The knight's severed limb, which had stopped bleeding, began to bleed again, forming a small pool on the ground. He crouched down and examined the knight's remaining magical tools and scrolls. His nemesis, still circling behind him, even worriedly urged him, "Please don't let him die. He still has some use."
Perhaps because of the injury, the other person spoke vaguely, interspersed with very quiet suppressed gasps - perhaps it was because he had always felt too much security from him, so that the person did not even get angry at him because of the unexpected bullying, but felt confused and doubtful about it, and even a little aggrieved.
Someone who really wanted to teach someone a lesson, but after a few minutes, began to feel distressed and even wondered if he was being too harsh on them: "..."
The savior stood up, lowered his eyes, and calmly poured some water onto his handkerchief. He first carefully wiped his fingers clean of any contact with strangers, then pulled up his nemesis, who was still squatting on the ground observing the unconscious knight, and unceremoniously pried open his teeth with two fingers.
"Stick out your tongue," he whispered.
This time the other person was very obedient, and the tip of the pale pink tongue was very soft, so slippery that it was difficult for the fingers to hold it. It was hard to imagine that it was these soft and fragile pieces of flesh that stirred and constructed countless words that were either awe-inspiring or fascinating.
"...Please spit out a little more," Azuka continued softly, "Sir, I can't see."
He could actually see the whitened wound on his tongue, but he wanted to see the delicate, water-red mucous membrane deep in the other person's throat, the slightest wriggling and trembling. The softness that extended toward the warmest and most intimate part of this body made him want to touch, to lick, to... to devour.
"Ugh—cough!"
The finger that had been gently prying open his mouth suddenly, without warning, penetrated the relaxed throat. The fingertip, too rough for the oral mucosa, immediately triggered a strong epiglottal reaction. The black-haired young man reacted violently, jerking his head back, spitting out the finger, and then coughing violently.
He coughed until his eyes were filled with tears and his glasses were tilted to one side, but he was speechless for a moment and could only glare angrily at the bastard who betrayed his trust.
As a result, the culprit had no shame at all. He stared at the two pulled out fingers expressionlessly, rubbing them with the tip of his thumb. It was unknown what he was thinking - his hands were very nice, slender, white, with distinct joints, but at this time there was an extremely conspicuous layer of saliva left on the knuckles, which was shiny and ambiguously sticky, showing an erotic meaning that made people blush.
Unfortunately, the person who was seduced was completely unaware of this. Just when he began to suspect that the savior had mysophobia, the other person suddenly lowered his eyes and slowly licked the light pink liquid on his knuckles.
professor:"……"
He finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked politely, "Are you sick?"
It was only then that he discovered that the wound on his tongue had healed - but this did not prevent him from feeling creepy about this man's strange behavior. His intuition told him that it would be best to run away immediately.
"Your throat is very shallow, so it reacts strongly when you go deeper." Azuka said thoughtfully, with the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth.
...In fact, I noticed it when we were kissing before. When I went a little deeper, the other person would subconsciously dodge.
"So what do you want to say?" The black-haired young man stared at him gloomily and warily.
"Nothing," the fellow said, smiling faintly. "I'll be more careful from now on. As for now..."
The savior waved at him nonchalantly: "Come here and give him a kiss."
Seeing that the man was standing there with a sullen face, he simply hooked his arm around the back of his enemy's neck and kissed his tightly pursed lips affectionately.
The black-haired young man raised his eyelids expressionlessly: "...You are not angry anymore?"
He suddenly realized that the other person's sudden finger licking was probably a sexual suggestion - so why did he suddenly act like a hooligan? The professor thought incredulously, planning a review and requesting treatment, weren't they just talking about business?
"...You know I'm angry." The other person pecked his lips gently and sighed helplessly: "If I'm still angry, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know." The other person answered him with unexpected frankness and in all seriousness: "The apology seems a bit weak, and the hug seems more like a spoiled child, which won't solve the problem - and I don't quite understand why you are angry."
He frowned and thought for a moment, then realized he was completely helpless. He then asked with unusual sincerity, "So, what did I do wrong?"
...it's so sincere and infuriating.
Being hugged.
The professor blinked slowly, and the man exhaled very softly and rubbed his back with his palm.
"...I'm sorry." His lover whispered softly in his ear, "Part of the blame is mine. I couldn't help but over-project emotions onto you that should have nothing to do with you right now."
Azuka dug her fingertips deep into the hair of the person in her arms and gently kissed the side of his face: "I know you are trying hard to change."
At least I have learned to inform in advance, the savior's eyes were deep, but it was not enough.
His voice gradually lowered, fragile. "But you still instinctively resort to self-harm to gain 'benefits'... and this makes me very, very uneasy."
“…”
Nova hesitated for a moment, slowly pulled his hand out, and patted the other person's back soothingly.
"Just like I could have cared less about whether the environment here was dirty and shabby, less about whether you were in pain or scared, less about whether I could have gotten you hurt..." The man hugged him tighter, his voice becoming softer and softer. "And then I could have fucked you right in front of the delusional thief who tried to steal you from me, even if you collapsed and cried for mercy, I wouldn't have stopped."
The professor paused silently clapping his hands—was there something wrong? He wondered suspiciously, but the other person had already continued, "But I have always suppressed my tyrannical, cruel, greedy and predatory nature—because I love you, and I don't want you to be hurt or sad."
"You once said you couldn't understand 'love'."
"Then first of all, I hope you can care about me a little more, just like I care about you." Those intoxicatingly gentle blue eyes looked at him quietly, with a pleading tone that completely concealed the danger. "Then, for my sake, restrain your self-destructive instinct a little more, even if it's just a little bit... okay?"
…
Yialos's teleportation scroll naturally didn't go out of control for no apparent reason; it was thanks to the interference of a certain spatial deity. Spatial magic is extremely complex and profound, often leading to a huge error even for a deity. This was also one of the reasons for someone's headaches—honestly, without any reference materials or mentors, and with the late war, there was no time for in-depth research. Even with his past life, the Savior was still learning spatial magic.
But a certain great devil was extremely interested in this and was eager to try it out himself. At this time, he became the one who was overly cautious about magic.
"The teleportation point isn't far off." After taking a quick look at the current situation, Azuka breathed a sigh of relief. "This is the Golden Hill Manor in the eastern district of the Batalia Highlands, owned by the Casselan family. We're currently staying in the manor's old mill—luckily, it's usually deserted."
The professor thought for a moment and asked, "How far is it from Harvest Town, where the Wheat Ear Association is located?"
"It's about a day's journey by carriage." The savior lowered his eyes and glanced at the knight lying on the ground - he was willing to respect the loyal minister who was willing to die calmly, but it did not affect his desire to kill him with a sword.
Professor Naihe disagrees.
"Esmeri's attitude towards the Goddess of Love is completely different from Apatura's. She's not devout, and even quite rebellious." He explained what he had seen seriously. "So far, it seems the Queen is a 'loyalist', and this is destined to bring her into sharp conflict with the People's Party in the future. Of course, I can't rule out the possibility that this was a deliberate message she was giving me."
"She's wary of me and wants to use me—unfortunately, I think the same thing. Conflict doesn't mean you can't leverage your power."
As he spoke, the professor, who was squatting on the ground studying the armor, tapped the silver iris blossoming on the knight's chest with his fingertips, making a crisp sound. "And Jophiel Yialos is both a bargaining chip, a balancing weight, and a channel of communication."
A group of impoverished rebels who had made their fortunes on the borders of the empire, a newly formed political party with a small core, actually said they wanted to exploit the supreme power of a vast empire. This statement was simply laughable. But the person who said it seemed so natural that it made people trust him involuntarily.
"If he were dead, it would have been a much quicker solution for both sides—but unfortunately, he's still alive." The black-haired young man twitched his lips, revealing a strange, even faintly excited smile. "At least for Esmerel, being alive means losing control, losing control means being vulnerable, and being vulnerable means being fatal."
"She cares about her knight. Her subtle expressions don't lie." He keenly caught the slight worry and anger that flashed across the other's face when she first saw the knight.
"But at the same time, as the queen, she would want to kill him more than I do."
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