Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 66
Alois wandered around the Muse, unable to find Srosie. He asked several crew members, but they all shook their heads. Finally, he encountered Rita on the bridge. Rita told him that Srosie had gone back to his cabin and was in a bad mood. “So it’s best not to bother him for now.” The manager smiled apologetically. “He just needs some time alone.”
“Okay. Please… please tell him that once he’s feeling better, I’ll explain everything to him.”
“Sure,” Rita replied. Alois nodded and was about to return to the lounge when Rita called out to him. “Mr. Lagrange!”
“What is it?”
“Camilla is a very willful child. I’m sorry for the trouble he’s caused you. But he has a good heart and is a good kid, though he doesn’t have many friends and isn’t very savvy about social interactions. I hope you can be understanding.”
Alois felt there was more to her words. As Camilla’s manager, she likely knew the diva liked him and was giving him strange relationship advice. Though well-intentioned, it was…
Rita’s gaze was sharp, like a spotlight on him. Alois mumbled a few responses and quickly left, practically fleeing.
Joshua sat in the cabin temporarily assigned to him as a bedroom. According to the crew, it would be the next day before they could rendezvous with the Dream of a Cold Night, so they had to spend the night on the Muse. The bed was soft, filled with a large amount of modified silk, and felt smooth to the touch. Joshua’s fingers slid from the bedsheet to the wall, and a light tap on the wall screen displayed a star chart of the universe. Another tap transformed the ceiling and floor into a boundless starry sea, and the bedsheet became transparent, with one of the Milky Way’s spiral arms emerging from its folds.
His fingers continued to move across the starry sea, selecting and enlarging an area repeatedly until he finally saw what he needed—a blue planet floating in the boundless darkness of space. He reached out but didn’t dare touch the image, fearing it would disappear at the slightest touch, so he moved his hand gently around the blue sphere, as if caressing it.
The home planet rotated quietly in his hand. An unknown light source from one side divided the planet into day and night, much like Leyting’s perpetually twilight sky. Gazing at the blue planet, a wave of sadness surged in Joshua’s heart. He allowed the homesickness to occupy his mind to drive away another kind of sorrow that had taken hold. Only this way could he feel somewhat calm, temporarily forgetting his troubled thoughts.
How pathetic, resorting to this method to numb himself. If Kester knew, he would undoubtedly ridicule him mercilessly.
Footsteps echoed outside the cabin door. Joshua recognized them as belonging to someone familiar. He closed his hand, making the image of the home planet disappear, leaving only the vast starry sky. He quickly lay down on the bed, turning his back to the door, pretending to sleep.
The door slid open and then closed. Gentle footsteps approached the bed, lingering for a while, as if the person was hesitating. A few minutes later, there was the sound of clothes rustling.
The bed dipped as someone climbed in, slipping under the covers and pressing a warm body against Joshua’s back.
“Joshua?”
The assassin remained motionless, continuing to feign sleep.
Then a soft kiss landed on his neck, followed by another near his ear. Not only that, but the person licked the sensitive area behind his ear, making it impossible for Joshua to keep pretending.
He used his elbow to push the person behind him away and turned to glare at them. “What do you want?”
Alois looked at him innocently, completely naked, his bare upper body exposed outside the covers, reflecting the starry sky around them, looking like something out of a sci-fi thriller.
“Let’s do it, Joshua.” He smiled suggestively, one hand reaching down to explore the area between Joshua’s legs.
The assassin quickly turned away, refusing to engage with Alois. He couldn’t resist this kind of teasing and would definitely get aroused in no time.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Not in the mood.”
Alois wrapped his arms around his waist. “Still mad?” He tightened his grip. “Let’s do it. You’ll feel better afterward.”
“No,” Joshua said in a muffled voice.
“Why?”
“If I use you to vent my frustration, I’d be no better than a beast.”
Alois was stunned, then hugged him tighter. “Joshua…” he said softly. “You’re so good.”
“…You know that?”
“I’m sorry.” Alois buried his head in his neck. “I’ll explain everything to Camilla. I shouldn’t have argued with you. I’m sorry.”
Joshua stared at the starry sky on the wall, not speaking.
A tingling sensation spread across his back as Alois kissed his shoulder blades. “Let’s do it.”
“I said no.”
“Just help me out?”
Joshua felt something hot and hard pressing against his waist. This guy was aroused at the drop of a hat! He could get turned on anytime, anywhere! No wonder he attracted so many admirers!
“Do it yourself!” he growled. “Don’t tell me you can’t even masturbate!”
Alois sniffled, making a pitiful whimper. Joshua felt the body behind him move away, the bed dipping slightly as the young man shifted. Then the rustling sound of skin against fabric filled the air, accompanied by heavy breathing and faint moans, lingering in Joshua’s ears like Schrödinger’s little paws, soft but with sharp claws, scratching his heart, making it itch and ache.
The assassin clenched his fists, repeatedly telling himself not to be tempted, to hold his ground. If he fell for such a small temptation, those who died by his hand would laugh at him!
“Can’t you do it somewhere else!” Joshua gritted his teeth.
The response was a low moan, thick with nasal tones.
Joshua finally couldn’t resist looking back—one glance and he was done for.
Alois knelt on the bed, black hair scattered across the starry pillow, looking as if he were floating in the vast universe. One hand moved between his legs, stroking his erect penis, while the other reached behind, two fingers thrusting into his hole, moving rapidly. From Joshua’s angle, he could see everything clearly (he suspected Alois was doing it on purpose). The penis in front of him was so engorged it was leaking fluid, smeared along his hand’s movements; the back hole turned a tantalizing pink from the repeated stretching, looking like a greedy little mouth, sucking on his fingers without letting go.
…Damn!
Joshua’s mouth went dry. He grabbed Alois’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of the hole. “Do you really want it that badly?”
“Yeah…” Alois willingly assumed a kneeling position, raising his hips. The hole, now empty, opened and closed invitingly, silently beckoning Joshua to enter.
This time, Joshua didn’t refuse. He grabbed his own cock, positioning it at the entrance and thrusted in. Alois whimpered, the inner walls enveloping the hardness, refusing to let go.
Though prepped, it was still tight. Joshua made small thrusts a dozen times before daring to go deeper. “You’re so lewd,” he said, leaning close to Alois’s ear.
“Don’t you like it?” The young man grinned.
“I love it.” Joshua continued thrusting, his balls slapping against Alois’s ass, the sound making hearts race. “I love you the most.” He bit Alois’s ear, speaking with a hint of malice. “If you let anyone else see you like this, I’ll kill you.”
“Would you really?”
“I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d fuck you until you died from anal bleeding.” With that, he gripped Alois’s waist and began thrusting hard. Alois shook under him, waves of pleasure crashing over him, erupting like a volcano, making it impossible to think. He could only follow his desires, moving his hips in sync with Joshua, seeking more pleasure.
Joshua thought he was a terrible man, unable to say anything right. He wanted to tell Alois how much he liked him, but all that came out was, “I’ll kill you.”
Absolutely terrible.
People saw him as a ruthless killer, but no one knew how scared he was inside. Every moment spent with Alois filled him with fear—fear that one day he wouldn’t like him anymore, fear that someone would take him away. He was insecure and selfish, wanting to monopolize him, to keep him by his side forever. He was so dark that he would rather kill him than let anyone else have him.
He couldn’t say sweet words, couldn’t make romantic confessions like Camilla. He wanted to tell Alois: I fell in love with you at first sight in Hecate. He wanted to tell Alois: You are like a light that illuminated my hellish existence. He wanted to tell Alois: Don’t leave me. Don’t go with others. Stay with me.
But when he tried to speak, he couldn’t say it. All he could do was thrust harder and say harshly, “If you ever leave me, I’ll kill you and then kill myself.”
Alois turned his head slightly, his watery blue eyes like the sky after rain. He placed his hand over Joshua’s on his waist, gripping his fingers tightly. “I… I won’t leave…” His voice was broken by the rough thrusts but remained clear and strong. “I won’t leave… I’ll stay with you… forever…” Then his voice turned to fragmented moans, echoing in the starry room like a seductive melody.
Joshua tightened his grip on his hand.
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