Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 119
When Alois walked into the cabin, Joshua was packing. There wasn’t much to pack: a few clothes, some personal items, and a few favored pistols and knives. Alois leaned against the wall, watching Joshua carefully put everything away, feeling as if they weren’t just moving to another ship, but starting an endless exile. Schrödinger, sitting on the floor, looked at its master in confusion, its tail flicking back and forth. After a while, it grew bored and leaped into Alois’s arms with a “meow”.
Joshua paused in his movements. “Did Bayes agree?”
“Of course.”
He turned around, still holding a shirt, and Alois saw a subtly complex expression on his face. “What’s wrong? You’re not happy?”
Joshua threw down the shirt and came over to hug him. To avoid being squished, Schrödinger quickly jumped to the floor and meowed a few times.
“I don’t like Bayes.” Joshua buried his head in Alois’s neck.
“I don’t like him either.” Who could like that little brat!
“But you two seem close.”
Alois wanted to howl at the sky. It was one thing for the Prince to say this, but now Joshua too! “That’s definitely… your illusion!” he gritted his teeth.
“He has an annoying subordinate who did that to you…”
Alois wrapped his arms around Joshua’s broad back. “I heard from the Princess that Colonel Gauss has been forcibly retired. You don’t need to worry about him.”
Schrödinger, feeling neglected, grumbled and scurried out the door.
“…Yeah.” The assassin muttered, “I’m really afraid you’ll get hurt again. That won’t happen again. I’ll protect you.” He tightened his embrace. “I don’t want to be separated from you again.”
Alois felt his bones almost melting from warmth. Joshua claimed he couldn’t say romantic things, but everything he said made Alois feel warm to his core.
He snuggled against Joshua, causing the assassin to ignite with a rush of heat. Joshua pushed him away, hurried back to his suitcase, and rummaged through it.
“We have to report to Bayes’s ship soon. If you can’t walk then, I definitely won’t help you.” He found his target at the bottom of the case—a bottle of lube. Turning back, Alois was already taking off his pants.
“I don’t want to be late on my first day under the new boss.” The young man pulled off his belt and slipped out of one pant leg. “Let’s be quick.”
Joshua sighed. “War times are tough.” He pressed Alois against the wall and kissed him fiercely. His tongue pried open his teeth, sweeping through every corner like a hurricane, as if trying to inject his entire essence into the person in front of him. While kissing, he squeezed some lube into his palm and reached behind Alois. His fingers entered the secret hole, stirring gently. The soft, hot walls immediately clung to him, greedily seeking more caresses. The small hole swallowed his fingers, and the lube that couldn’t get in flowed down his thigh, forming a lascivious trail.
Alois panted, holding onto Joshua to stay balanced. “Enough… enter me, quickly…”
Joshua withdrew his fingers, unzipped, and pulled out his already erect cock. He rubbed it against Alois’s belly, the fluid seeping from the tip wetting his abdomen and trickling into his pubic hair.
“Let’s be quick,” the assassin said.
He lifted the young man’s leg and slowly inserted his cock into the wet, hot hole. Alois moaned, nearly losing his balance. Pressed between a person and the wall, the strange suspended feeling added an extra touch of sensuality.
“Let’s be quick,” Joshua repeated, then started thrusting rapidly.
Alois bit his lip in frustration—why had he said that!
In the end, even though Joshua adhered to the “quick” principle, they were still unfortunately late when they reported to the Sword of the Queen.
……
Epolyne entered the new laboratory, walking past rows of test tubes containing dismembered limbs and bizarre bionic machinery without a glance. She proceeded through faint groans of pain and the stench of electrical equipment to the innermost room, where a giant cultivation tank connected to spider-web-like life support systems was placed. Every day, it delivered large amounts of nutrients and oxygen to the person—no, it could no longer be called a person—floating in the tank. Only the brain remained alive; the rest had been replaced with mechanical parts.
The tank, illuminated by a bluish light, glowed softly. The thing inside floated up and down, regularly releasing bubbles. If it looked a bit more beautiful, it might resemble a scene from an underwater world, Epolyne thought sarcastically.
Standing in front of the tank was a man in a white lab coat. He gazed up at the thing behind the glass, occasionally expressing admiration. To him, the deformed and terrifying monster was a rare work of art.
“Doctor.” Epolyne stopped five steps away from the man. Unless necessary, she never wanted to get too close to this madman.
“What is it?” Dr. Frank Shelley’s reverie was interrupted, and his voice carried a hint of annoyance.
Any other researcher would have been terrified and fled, but Epolyne was accustomed to the doctor’s volatile temper. “Doctor, the committee has just sent a message, issuing a significant directive.”
“Those old layabouts just sit at home enjoying themselves, leaving all the work to me.” The doctor sneered. “What’s the order this time? Budget cuts? Another project?”
“Neither.” Epolyne shrugged. “The committee requires you to take your new creation on a secret mission… a maiden mission, so to speak.”
“Don’t they have their own agents?” The doctor’s reflection in the glass wavered. “They trouble me with everything, those useless old men!”
“The committee stated that only you and your cyborg could execute this mission, and you would find it very interesting. Personally, I believe you will eagerly accept it.”
“…Oh?” The doctor was slightly intrigued. Scientists always had a keen sense of curiosity. “What if I’m not interested?”
“Then feel free to dismiss me,” Epolyne raised her voice.
“Not only will I dismiss you, but I’ll also make you Lester’s first victim.” The doctor turned, smiling, his glasses reflecting the blue light.
Epolyne wanted to laugh. “Doctor, the committee requires you to go to Old Earth.” She was satisfied to see the doctor’s eyes widen. “To eliminate the Yasha.”
This was indeed a mission that only Dr. Frank Shelley and his cyborg could accomplish. The Federal Military Committee and the Council of Nine had planned to seize the Yasha decades ago. When this plan failed, they turned to creating a substitute, and Dr. Frank had been supported since then. Although his cyborg couldn’t travel freely through time and space like the legendary Yasha, it had unparalleled destructive power. In today’s universe, who could be its match? A few days ago, the doctor’s new creation—picked up from Olympus—was declared complete. Upon hearing this, the Council of Nine immediately issued the order for the doctor to take it to Old Earth and eliminate the Yasha.
If they couldn’t have it, they would destroy it so no one else could.
Epolyne knew the doctor would certainly accept this mission. He was extremely arrogant and wouldn’t miss the chance to defeat the Yasha and prove his superiority. He had always dreamed of surpassing that unparalleled scientist from Old Earth.
“You’re lucky, Epolyne. You saved your life.” The doctor said softly, “I’m very interested.”
Epolyne smiled triumphantly.
Behind the doctor, the liquid in the giant cultivation tank swirled, and the reflected light trembled slightly.
The new cyborg opened its eyes.
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