[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: The Luckiest One

Desires were frankly very new to Xion.

While the other boys whispered about girls and fantasies, laughed at lewd jokes, or passed magazines under desks, Xion sat quietly in the corner, ears red, pretending not to hear.

Sometimes, he even wondered if something was wrong with him.

While his classmates and peers spoke loosely about such matters as watching porn and being rowdy in the dorm about beauties, even at the peak of his puberty, Xion felt like they were in two completely different worlds.

He didn’t really feel the same adolescent urges that others did.

After all, for most of his life, he’d been too preoccupied with simply keeping his little world from falling apart.

Perhaps, after being called a disgusting pervert by his high schoolmates, he had never allowed his mind to wander into that territory again.

Or maybe it was those medical terms, constantly repeated in his brain, that drained any charm from such thoughts.

Sex, to him, was just a thing that eventually led to pregnancy. That was all.

For someone like him, all the sudden touches and kisses now felt like a sprinkle of rainbows, filling his barren lands with bright light and vibrant colors.

However, not even in his wildest dreams had Xion thought of sleeping with his boyfriend within just a matter of days.

In his imagination, courting took months. Then came the shy glances, holding hands, the afternoons spent laughing at silly jokes. It was only after all that would come the sleeping part.

They had directly skipped so many steps and jumped to the last part.

But then again, it was because Darius wanted him.

Someone so high up the social ladder, someone who looked like a human form of god, actually desired him.

And Xion? The silly healer, though still sore and lethargic, was incredibly happy. He was astounded. How did this happen exactly?

But perhaps, after all the anguish he had survived, Darius Rael Darkhelm was his reward.

Under such giddiness, the shy Xion had become bold and silently agreed with all of it.

Xion stared at the silver-haired beauty sitting on the chair, completely focused on scribbling on the parchment.

Beside the Archduke was a small table, where a bunch of tiny silver-white flowers floated in a large glass jar. Though technically part of the fungus family, they were pretty, nonetheless.

Micosera Glacialis, or in the language of common folks, the gift of the light, was a flower used to create potions that purified the blood, and if handled with care, could even strengthen one’s mana to some extent.

The potion’s main component was the roots of the fungus, which had to be frozen in the ice for years.

The small white flowers at the top acted as a shield, protecting the roots from harm, blending seamlessly into the snow.

But wasn’t Darius kind of similar to those flowers? Silver-white. Pretty. Spending years in the snow. Looked like a beauty, but strong and resilient beneath the surface.

No, seriously. How did I manage to score such a charming boyfriend?

"Xion?" A low baritone pulled him out of his crazy fangirling over his own boyfriend.

"Yes?" he nearly stuttered while replying subconsciously.

"What are you looking at?" Those green eyes were now focused on him, making his heart pound in his ribcage like a trapped bird.

Wrapped in the duvet, Xion shifted, his legs dangling down from the bed.

"You." His answer was just like him, very straightforward. "Wondering how lucky I am to have you."

Darius had a helpless smile on his face. "Are you doing it deliberately?"

Xion tilted his head, blinking innocently. "Doing what?"

Darius had to take a deep breath. His fingers curled over the corner of the parchment on which various things were written meticulously. If one read it carefully, they were for the preparation of the wedding.

Xion wore shorts that fell above his knees, leaving his legs bare. Though he had pulled the duvet around himself, it didn’t cover much.

And with Darius’s sharp vision, he could even see the bite marks littering the inner side of his thigh, crawling all the way up.

His upper body was still dressed in his blue shirt, hanging loosely over the thin frame, revealing the bright path of delicate skin, densely dotted with red marks across the collarbones.

As Xion tilted his head, the shirt slid further off along with the duvet, exposing a large bite mark on the round shoulder.

Despite all this, sitting there with wide blue eyes and radiating nothing but innocent affection, Xion looked utterly unaware of the effect he had.

Darius had the urge to punish this little succubus for tempting him like this. But he couldn’t. Ah, he truly couldn’t.

Xion hadn’t fully recovered yet, after all.

"You’re saying the wrong thing deliberately," Darius said at last. "I’m the lucky one here."

Like a beautiful dream that he wasn’t allowed to keep. But for now, Darius was real. And warm. And his.

Darius tipped his head back against Xion’s lap, looking at him from a reverse angle.