When Salavira said those words, he genuinely just wanted to wash off the sticky stuff on his body. He had always been a bit of a clean freak, so the fact that he tolerated the dirt on him for so long was already a miracle. However, his upbringing was too refined, and he had never really delved into the dirtiest sides of the nobility. So, he never imagined that something as simple as “taking a bath” could have special meanings in certain situations.
Asmodeus carried him into a spacious and tall bathroom. But instead of a bathtub, there was a whole misty hot spring. It was semi-open. Warm water flowed down from somewhere high above, gathering in a shallow pool here. The steam was soothing, and even Salavira, who was being held, unconsciously relaxed a lot.
Asmodeus carried him to the edge of the pool, gently bending down to place him into the hot spring. But since Salavira was being held horizontally, the first part of him to touch the hot water wasn’t his feet or hands, but his… bottom.
That area was already extremely sensitive to temperature, especially after being left bare on the bed for so long, with his skin chilled by the air. The sudden heat from the water—
“Ugh!” Salavira involuntarily shivered, almost immediately grabbing onto Asmodeus’s collar. But this action didn’t slow down his descent into the pool. In fact, after he pulled, Asmodeus suddenly lost his balance—
“Splash!!” He ended up falling into the pool with Salavira in his arms!
The water in the pool splashed up in layers of waves, soaking both the black and white figures thoroughly. The white one was clearly annoyed: “Asmodeus, you did that on purpose!”
He had only pulled a little. If Asmodeus hadn’t intentionally fallen, how could that little force have made him lose his balance?
Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, arrogantly saying, “Yes, I did it on purpose. So what? What do you want to do about it?”
“……” Salavira was momentarily speechless. Right now, he really couldn’t do anything to Asmodeus. He glared at Asmodeus for a few moments, ultimately forced to swallow his anger, planning to settle the score later.
But after falling into the water, Asmodeus suddenly started taking off his clothes. Salavira’s body, already having a stress reaction from the intense lovemaking, instinctively wanted to retreat upon seeing this. But in his current state, it was difficult to even stand in the bath, let alone move. He had barely taken a step back when he lost his balance and fell backward—
Only to be caught by the demon and pulled back into his arms. But instead of calming down, Salavira struggled even more fiercely against Asmodeus’s bare chest.
“Tsk.” Asmodeus was quite displeased, pressing Salavira’s waist closer to him, “Didn’t you say you wanted a bath? Why are you running? Do you think I’m going to eat you?”
“Then why are you taking off your clothes?!”
“Because they’re wet.” Asmodeus leaned in with a smile, brushing his lips against Salavira’s earlobe, feeling the slight tremor, and whispered with amusement, “You think I want to ‘eat’ you again, don’t you?”
He chuckled, “But if I really wanted you, it wouldn’t matter if I took off my clothes or not.”
Salavira suddenly froze. As crude and direct as those words were, he had to admit they were true. His stiff body finally relaxed a bit, but the next second, his hand was grabbed and pressed against something soft and firm. Then his chin was held, forcibly turning his gaze to Asmodeus’s exposed upper body:
(Reviewer, this is a chest muscle, not something weird! The old demon is just showing off like a peacock!! What’s wrong with a man looking at chest muscles!)
“Do you like it?” Asmodeus openly displayed himself, enjoying Salavira’s gaze. “Yesterday, you were too busy crying to take a good look, but later you were biting and scratching. Do you… like it?”
Hearing his embarrassing behavior from yesterday being mentioned so casually, Salavira’s ears turned red enough to drip blood. Asmodeus’s physique was indeed perfect. If this guy weren’t a demon and hadn’t done those excessive things to him, he would have praised such a body without hesitation. But now, he pursed his lips, unable to say anything.
But staying silent wasn’t a solution either. Salavira pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly shifted his gaze a few inches, looking at Asmodeus’s left chest. There was a strange silver-purple tattoo there.
“This place…” He started to speak but stopped because he noticed Asmodeus’s eyes darken instantly.
“This scar here…” Asmodeus said, pulling Salavira’s hand to press against the “tattoo,” “was left by you a thousand years ago.”
Feeling the small bump under his palm, Salavira realized that the peculiar “tattoo” was indeed a scar. It seemed he had chosen the wrong topic.
“If it were an ordinary wound, my body would have healed quickly. But Salavira, your bone sword was lodged in my heart for a thousand years, tormenting me every moment. Even in the deepest nightmares, I could feel the pain of the blade piercing my heart.”
“Now… this scar will probably never heal.”
Asmodeus grew more agitated as he spoke, gripping Salavira’s wrist tighter, almost to the point of breaking his slender wrist. But that intense emotion eventually calmed down. Asmodeus slowly buried his head in Salavira’s chest, like a wronged child seeking comfort:
“Salavira… it hurts so much.”