《[希伯来]地狱之主的深渊玫瑰》潇湘月

93、Chapter 93

　　With a bang, Mammon kicked the bedroom door shut and placed Michael on the bed.
　　He immediately bent down, placed his hands on either side of her body, trapping her beneath him, and reached for the buttons of Michael's coat with one hand.
　　Michael didn't resist, his expression half-smiling. "So eager? Didn't we agree that I would draw out the fire essence within you?"
　　Mammon stopped his movement, looked up at her, and gave a somewhat impudent chuckle. "Then how do you plan to draw? Michael... or should I call you by this charming appearance of yours now?"
　　Michael raised an eyebrow. "Just call me Carol." She lay on her back beneath Mammon, humming with a half-smile.
　　"Be gentle."
　　Mammon laughed. "Can't take it already? We haven't even started yet." He had been holding back before.
　　Michael stretched his body lazily, as if lost in an unpleasant memory, and muttered a complaint casually.
　　Don't even mention it. I ran into a really bad technician the other day. He just went ahead and did it without any care. I'm still in pain inside.
　　A barely perceptible chill flashed across Mammon's eyes. He lowered his head and kissed the center of his eyebrows gently.
　　"Don't worry. Here with me, I'll make you... very comfortable."
　　……

　　Several hours later, the commotion in the bedchamber finally died down.
　　Mammon let out a long breath, feeling the fire that had been burning day and night deep within his body finally being completely drawn away. He felt an unprecedented sense of ease, as if his soul had been washed clean.
　　He turned his head and looked at Michael beside him.
　　Michael was lying with his eyes closed. His smooth black hair was spread out on the sheet, and his fair skin was covered with blue and purple marks.
　　Mammon looked at her for a few seconds, feeling quite satisfied. Then he reached out and put his arm around her waist, his palm moving upwards, and held her in his arms, kissing her. He seemed to be reluctant to let go.
　　Michael didn't even raise his eyelids: "No."
　　The fallen angel's voice was still hoarse. "I can't go on... I didn't even know that this woman's body would give out so easily."
　　Mammon leaned over to kiss her earlobe and hummed twice, "So, how was my performance? Much better than the ones you found at the beginning, right?"
　　Michael finally opened his eyes, showing no emotion, only a blankness of exhaustion bordering on collapse.
　　"Pretty good. But Mamon, no matter how comfortable it is, I'm just too exhausted now. I'm done."
　　Mammon wouldn't give up and started setting fire to her again. Michael didn't want to deal with it at all at first, but reason isn't always omnipotent. She was soon astonished to find that her transformed body was indeed much more fragile than when she was a man.
　　She frowned and firmly pushed away Mamon's hand. "Stop it. It hurts."
　　"For the last time, I'll tap gently..."
　　Mammon softened his voice, his burning kisses landing on her neck. Michael struggled a few times, but in the end, he was too exhausted to resist and was pulled into another round of passion.
　　……

　　This time it was finally over for good. Satisfied, Mammon picked up the limp Michael, who was as soft as a puddle of spring water, and headed towards the bath connected to the bedroom.
　　Mammon carried her into the water and let her sit in his arms with her back against him.
　　The warm pool water enveloped the two of them. Michael leaned against Mamon's strong chest, her eyes half-closed, already dozing off there. Mamon's arm was around her waist, gently rubbing her soft belly from time to time.
　　"Tired?" He lowered his head and kissed Michael's cheek.
　　Michael closed his eyes and mumbled a vague "Mmm." The energy of the fallen angel was a bit too vigorous.
　　“……”

　　Michael suddenly asked, "Is Lucifer still not awake?"
　　Mammon paused in his playing with her hair. "You've always known, haven't you? Sleeping, it's no different from being dead." He turned his head to observe Michael's expression. "Why ask this all of a sudden?"
　　Michael didn't open his eyes. He leaned his head back a little and found a more comfortable position, resting it on Mammon's shoulder.
　　"Hmm." She made a meaningless sound and rubbed her face against Mamon's.
　　"Just to confirm."
　　Mammon, however, noticed that Michael was distracted. "In my arms, thinking of another man?"
　　Michael's eyes were still unfocused, staring at Mammon's face right in front of him. This face was actually of a kind of aggressive handsomeness. The rebelliousness between his eyebrows and the ruffian air that seeped from his bones were actually quite attractive.
　　But at this moment, in the misty steam, she suddenly felt that if she looked closely, Mammon's facial features did indeed bear a vague resemblance to Lucifer's.
　　Of course, it was far from being as mechanical as Hillis's copy-and-paste, but that slightest trace was enough to make her mind waver for a moment.
　　There is no...
　　Michael denied it, but that momentary hesitation had already been noticed by Mammon.
　　"Lying."
　　Mammon showed some obvious displeasure. He lowered his head and kissed her lips with a hint of punishment, prying open her teeth and entangling his tongue with hers.
　　Tell me, when I was beneath you, did you ever think of him for a moment?
　　Michael panted, his face flushed red from the hot water, looking helpless.
　　"No." This time her reply was a bit more straightforward. "I just suddenly thought that you and him look a little alike."
　　It was hard to tell whether this answer satisfied Mammon or made him even more agitated. He snorted, his tone a bit complicated.
　　"Like him? I'm no one's substitute, Michael."
　　"I know you're not."
　　Michael sighed and raised his hand to touch his face, inch by inch, gliding over his sharp brow bone.
　　You are you. You have a good-looking face and your skills are also quite impressive.
　　These words finally dispelled some of the gloom in Mammon's eyes. No man would dislike his woman speaking like this. He liked the way she looked at him like this, and he liked seeing her lose herself in him.
　　"Just good?" Mammon smiled ambiguously, his hand slowly sliding down her waist, over her flat abdomen, and then he lifted her up from below.
　　“？？？ ！！！”

　　Michael's body gave a sudden shudder. He clamped his legs together and caught the hand that was about to touch him with his other hand before it could do so.
　　"No way," Michael was very firm. "I said no, Mammon. I really can't take it anymore."
　　"Really hurts? Let me feel it."
　　Michael really underestimated Mammon's thick skin. As he spoke, he simply started touching him again.
　　"Um... No!"
　　Michael was in such pain that he almost burst out. His body tensed up instantly and tears were about to spill from his eyes.

　　Mammon withdrew his hand, realizing that this time he might have gone too far. If he really scared Michael and the latter refused to let him get close in the future, the loss would be huge.
　　"All right, all right. I won't touch it anymore."
　　Mammon sighed, held Michael in his arms, gently patted her back and kissed the top of her head. "It's my fault. I didn't know it was so serious. I won't mess with you anymore, okay? Let's have a good soak. Hot water can relieve the pain a bit."
　　Michael buried his face in his chest, his body still trembling, both from pain and anger. He gave a muffled "hmph" and in the end, said no more.
　　They soaked in the warm water for a while longer. Only then did Mamon carefully lift her up and step out of the bath. He dried her thoroughly with a large, soft bath towel and wrapped her in a bathrobe before carrying her out of the bathroom.
　　In the bedroom, the attendants had already changed the soiled sheets and bedding. Mammon placed Michael on the soft bed and turned around to take a jar of ointment from the cabinet beside it.
　　"Don't move. I'll put some medicine on it. You'll get better soon."
　　He sat by the bedside and scooped a small amount of the pearly white ointment onto his fingertip.
　　Michael lay there listlessly, allowing him to do as he pleased. When the slightly cool ointment touched her fair skin on her chest, she still couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

　　"Be gentle."
　　Mammon was really taken in by her act. His movements softened, and he carefully circled and applied the ointment on each of her wounds.
　　However, when Mamen smeared medicine all over her body and was about to treat the most serious wound for her, the situation was completely different.
　　Just touching the skin there made Michael shudder violently. Mammon frowned, propping up one of her legs with one hand and glancing at that spot.
　　Under the bright light at this moment, the swelling and redness were even more obvious. The delicate skin was tinged with an unnatural rosy hue. It was unclear whether there was any bleeding, but it was certain that she was injured. The sight was truly pitiful.
　　Even before Mamon's fingertip touched the ointment and approached, Michael suddenly clamped his legs shut and curled up into a ball.
　　"Don't... it hurts! Mammon, it really hurts..."
　　Her reaction was so intense that it even stunned Mammon. He tried to soothe Michael, after all, the medicine had to be taken whether he liked it or not.
　　"Be good. If you don't take the medicine, you'll feel even worse and get better more slowly."
　　But Michael just shook his head, his body resisting and recoiling, and the tears in his eyes were already quivering.
　　Seeing Michael shivering in pain, his eyes brimming with tears and curled up into a ball, Mammon's outstretched hand froze mid-air. Frowning, he stared at the swollen red spot, and for the first time, he felt a twinge of remorse for his unrestrained demands last night.
　　"OK, OK, OK. I won't touch it. I'm not going online tonight."
　　Mammon sighed and screwed the lid back on the ointment, placing it on the bedside table. He bent down to scoop Michael, who was huddled in the corner of the bed, into his arms, but the fallen angel moved back warily, his purple eyes fixed on him.
　　“……”

　　Mammon had no choice but to pull the soft silk quilt over her and lie down beside her, holding her and the quilt together through the fabric.
　　"Go to sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow."