277: 6.37 Him Or Me?

6.37 Him Or Me?

Ridiculous! Lu Yizhou had tried to keep his composure until he could gauge Izher's true intentions but when the latter suddenly threw these two choices in front of Jillian's face, how could he stand still? Choosing between him and the country Jillian had been protecting? Was there anything more ridiculous than that?!2

[Don't exhaust yourself.] Izher suddenly appeared in front of him so close that their noses brushed against each other. Lu Yizhou sucked in a surprised breath. It took him a second to realize that Izher was speaking directly into his mind, just like 666 always did. He guessed it was fair, considering how he had taken 666 hostage.

It was difficult to discern where Izher was looking at with his wholly black eyes, but Lu Yizhou had a tingling sense that he was staring at Lu Yizhou's lips. Unrelenting. Lu Yizhou's heart skipped a beat He had no qualms kissing his lover — hell, he would welcome it anytime — but deliberately doing it in front of Jillian and ended up causing him to show such a devastated look… Lu Yizhou's heart was heavy just by thinking about it. 

[You have always forsaken yourself for our sake, you will burn the world down to keep us safe — anything.] Izher added quietly. [But will he do the same? Can he forsake his country for you? I can. If you say it, I will destroy the world for you. But what about him? If he can't even do this kind of thing then it means he isn't worthy to be by your side.]

Goodness… Lu Yizhou wanted to facepalm. Was it jealousy he detected from Izher's tone? As much as he appreciated the sentiment, he really wanted to smack some sense into that pretty head of his. What was worthy and what was not? 

You are one and the same! Lu Yizhou wanted to hammer the fact into him. Can you not get jealous of each other?

He knew that his lover was quite possessive and unreasonable when it came to him but this… this had clearly steered toward a dangerous area!

Jillian had his head lowered, messy bangs rendering Lu Yizhou unable to see his face. Only the slight quiver on his shoulders betrayed his restlessness. "You want me to choose between Regius and my country…?"

"That's right!" Izher swiveled toward him with renewed vigor. This time he was grinning, displaying two rows of jagged sharp teeth. "So which one will you choose? Should I time you? One minute? Thirty seconds?"

Instead of answering, Jillian said, "When I was a child, my father once said that if there comes a time when I am forced to choose between two important things, it's not anyone's fault but mine. It's because I am weak that my enemy can drive me to such a corner!" He snapped his head up and glared at Izher with bloodshot eyes. "You're right, I am weak and useless. I am no match for you, but!" He looked at Lu Yizhou and declared whilst looking deep into his eyes. "Regius or my country, I will have them both even if I have to fight and lose my life because of it!"

Izher raised a brow. "Aren't you selfish to want them both?"

"Yes, I am." Jillian admitted unabashedly. "All my life, I have always been working hard to get what I want and it's no exception this time. You may knock me back 99 times but I will get up a hundred times until I can defeat you! Moreover, there's something I have to address," he boldly pointed at Izher's nose and sneered in mockery. "You said I'm selfish but actually the most selfish person in this case is you! Haven't you asked what Regius wants? How can you just toss him back and forth like… like he's some kind of property?!" The more Jillian thought about it, the angrier he was. If he could free himself right now, he would have rushed forward and mauled that irritating face of his!

Izher's face darkened and dark tendrils swayed behind his back, reaching toward Jillian before backing away again as if he was considering the temptation of strangling the human in front of him right there and then.

"...Fine." With a grumble, he waved his hand and Lu Yizhou instantly felt the restraint on his face loosened barely enough so that he could move his lips again. "Do tell, Regius… do you want to stay here with him…" He pointed a finger at Jillian's direction with a disgusted look. "...or me?"

"Of course, Regius will stay with me!" Jillian fumed. "Right, Regius?"

"Foolish, you don't know for certain." Izher mocked. "I am the one who knows him best. I know his favorite food, his favorite color, his footsteps, his touch, his moans, the shape of his dick—"

Jillian bellowed, red-faced. "I also know his moans and the shape of his dick!"

"Oh?" Izher raised a brow. "But have you tasted it inside you? Let me tell you," he deliberately spanned his gaze below Lu Yizhou's waist and licked his lips with a suggestive smirk. "I have had it far too many times than you could count. Am I right, Regius?"

Jillian choked on his breath, so angry that he was rendered speechless.

Lu Yizhou closed his eyes with a pained look on his face. Goodness, what kind of argument were they having now? He thought Jillian would be more cool-headed than this… and what the fuck was up with Izher's childishness? Were they trying to make Lu Yizhou's dick a prize of war?

"Regius!" Jillian turned to him with a furious holler. "Don't tell me you will choose this… this repulsive menace!"

"Of course he will choose me." Izher checked his nails and threw Lu Yizhou a scathing look. "Right, dear?"

"What?! How dare you—"

"Shut up."

"You're the one who has to shut up!"

"No, you!"

"You!"

"You!"

"Yo—"

Lu Yizhou snapped. "If you two keep this up, I will leave and then you will be free to choose each other."

Both clamped their mouths shut and grumbled under their breath. "Choose him? I'd rather die…"

"Excuse me…" A voice chimed in from above and Lu Yizhou lifted his head to see Cyrus and Luan hovering midair. He startled slightly. Since when did they get here? "I apologize for interrupting your… interesting discussion—"

"There's no discussion between him and me!" Jillian and Izher exclaimed at the same time, with the identical disgusted look before they glared at each other and turned away with a harrumph. The corner of Lu Yizhou's lips twitched, uncertain whether to laugh or cry.

"—but I have to sincerely ask for his honor, the God of Plague, to lift your power away from this country as the sun is going to rise in a few moments." Cyrus bowed politely.

Izher narrowed his eyes on them. "Here comes two busybodies. Are you telling me to scram? Why should I?" In response, the black tendrils around him swirled to life again, poised behind his back like an excited predator and made him look like a nine-tailed fox in a glance.

No hesitation or fear was found in Cyrus' tone as he replied placidly. "You have overstepped your boundaries, God of Plague. If this goes on, the whole country will succumb into an incurable outbreak. We have the right to step in if you're proven to be a threat to the balance of the world."

Following Cyrus' words, Luan's eyes shifted to Lu Yizhou. "Break free." As soon as he said it, the invisible chain around Lu Yizhou's body shattered and he could finally move again. He kept the surprise from showing on his face. The obsidian dragon could set him free with just two words when Lu Yizhou had been trying all these while to no avail? How strong was he actually? 

Izher abruptly moved to grab his wrist, a scowl on his face. He was holding so tight that Lu Yizhou felt as if his bones would snap at any moment. "Don't you dare." He said in a growl, warning. Lu Yizhou made no attempt to struggle and let himself be held. Despite Izher's bravado, Lu Yizhou could sense the doubt veiled deep within those pure black eyes. Did he think that Lu Yizhou was going to run away?

"You bastard…" Jillian raised his sword, rage twisting his features. Luan's words had apparently set him free too. Before anyone could react, Jillian rushed forward and thrust his sword straight to Izher's chest. "I told you to let him go!!!" 

Lu Yizhou's heart lurched and before he realized it, he had placed himself in front of Izher. Jillian's eyes flew wide with panic and fear but everything was too late. He could no longer stop the momentum of his attack.

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Mini theater

In the middle of the night, Bassil was roused awake by thirst and fumbled for the cup of water on his nightstand when he distantly heard his Young Master's voice yelling something about… dicks? 

He froze with the cup halfway to his mouth. 

Ha… hahaha, how could it be possible? He must have been hearing things. He shook his head, downed the water inside the cup and lay back down. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

Bassil had forgotten everything when he woke up the next morning. But as he walked around the manor and supervised the servants' work, he coincidentally overheard a snippet of conversation.

"Hey, is it just me or did I really hear the Duke's voice last night?"

"Oh goodness, I thought I was dreaming! You heard it too? He seemed to be arguing fiercely with someone."

"Yes, but… the content of their conversation…" The servants stared at each other and blushed.

Bassil passed by with moderate pace and cleared his throat, one hand firmly put behind his back. "Talking about the head of the family behind his back is forbidden. Go and receive your punishment." The two servants' blanched and hastily bowed before they scurried away in panic, unaware that Bassil was on the verge of passing out himself.

So, last night wasn't a dream…?! Young Master, what have you done?!

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