My Idol System: An Idol, But Also A Savior-Chapter 163: Days in Eden (2)

Joshua’s words were firm and forceful, but of course, Joshua had absolutely no experience at all, and Henry was almost being "tortured" to the point of exploding.

He furrowed his brows, bit his lip, trying to endure this painfully sweet sensation.

But in the end, Henry’s hand directly pressed down on Joshua’s. Joshua was nearly going numb himself, he did not even know how long he had been doing this. Why was Henry still not climaxing? What kind of monster was he?!

Just as Joshua was about to pull away, Henry’s hand suddenly closed over his, steady and immovable.

Joshua instinctively tightened his grip a little, and that burning rod jerked slightly before swelling again. Feeling that change in his hand made Joshua shudder in shock.

His watery eyes looked at Henry in a panic, only to find Henry’s eyes reddened, his breathing heavy.

Before Joshua could react, Henry had already clamped down on his hand, stroking relentlessly. Joshua’s hands were rubbed raw, and the feeling of being trapped made him nearly burst into tears.

"Henry... let me go... Henry..."

Joshua sobbed, not expecting that it would only make Henry more excited. "Keep going, Joshua... keep saying my name."

In the end, this "battle" in the bathroom concluded with Joshua in tears. How Henry felt, Joshua did not know. He only knew that his hands were burning red. Thankfully, he could heal himself, yet the shame and frustration in his chest were not healed at all.

Joshua hid in his room the entire day without eating or drinking. It was fine anyway. He did not need food to begin with. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Henry also knew he had gone overboard, yet remembering Joshua’s tearful, pleading expression still only made him feel excitement.

I really am a beast, Henry thought.

Today, he had to depart for a mission outside Eden, one that might keep him away for several days.

After putting on his uniform, Henry looked at Joshua’s tightly shut door and finally decided to enter.

The door was not even locked. Inside, he saw Joshua curled up on the bed, like a small hill.

It seemed that upon hearing footsteps approaching, the little mound on the bed shifted slightly, then immediately went still.

Henry couldn’t help finding it a little amusing. He sat down beside Joshua’s bed and pulled the blanket down.

Joshua instantly turned over to face him, lips slightly pursed, clear displeasure visible on his face.

However, the moment he noticed Henry’s uniform, Joshua instinctively grabbed his hand, worry flickering in his voice as he asked, "You’re going out on a mission again?"

Before Henry could say anything, Joshua had already sat up. "I’m going with you!"

Henry gently patted Joshua’s head, speaking softly, "What’s this, you’re not mad at me anymore?"

Joshua frowned. "Don’t bring that up, and besides, I’m not mad at you..."

He was obviously just sulking, but Henry had completely ignored him. Henry really was such an idiot!

If Henry could hear Joshua’s inner thoughts, he would probably shout that he was being wronged.

These days he had simply been too busy, and Joshua had been avoiding the military base to heal anyway, never giving him a chance to see him.

"Stay home and wait for me. Be careful. If anything happens, you can ask Ian for help." Henry instructed slowly. Ian was his assistant, a capable aide of his in Eden.

Joshua frowned at him, and faced with that gaze, Henry could only lift his hand to cover his face, speaking softly, "Alright, I’ll really be fine, don’t worry."

Joshua remained silent. Time was up, and Henry had no choice but to leave.

Before he fully stepped out the door, Joshua’s voice drifted from inside, gentle and sad: "Come back safely."

Henry nodded lightly. "I’ll come back safely."

Henry had clearly said he would only be gone for a few days, yet a week had passed and their team still had not returned, aside from the letters they sent.

Work in Eden continued as usual, and the medical area was as busy as ever, partly because more and more people were seeking Eden’s protection.

Joshua wore a white coat, and in the apocalypse, such a pure white seemed almost out of place. Everywhere he walked, the groans faded, replaced by endless murmurs of gratitude.

Beast, a group made up of monstrous espers gathered together, did not have Eden as their target, but the road ahead was still long, so they needed a safe place to rest. Eden was an ideal choice, and of course they had to hand over quite a lot of energy crystals. And there was an even bigger reason: their captain, Justin, was severely injured after the battle in which he protected the whole group.

"So that’s the famous Life?"

"Can’t see his face..."

"Can he even heal the captain?"

The members grew noisy, and Justin couldn’t help frowning in irritation.

A long gash ran across both sides of his face, blood flowing so heavily that he couldn’t see anything. His eyes were likely ruined.

With all the other wounds scattered across his body, Justin felt that the only reason he was still alive was because he was an esper. If he were an ordinary human, he would have died ten times over.

Life? Rumor said he was one of the very few with healing abilities, but judging from his own condition, Justin did not believe Life could fully heal him.

He had met healers before. At best they could stop bleeding or mend shallow wounds. They were usually better at healing themselves than others. Sometimes they used too much energy and collapsed on the spot.

Just then, Justin felt a faint breeze brush past him, carrying a fresh scent so strange and clean it had no place in this harsh apocalypse.

A moment later came a hoarse, distorted tone, as though filtered through a voice changer. Life seemed just as shocked by Justin’s injuries.

Justin’s ears rang, the sounds around him drifting farther and farther away.

He could only feel a pair of cool hands press against the center of his chest.

And then...

"Aaaa!"

Agony crashed into him so suddenly and violently that Justin let out a roar, the sound echoing across the entire treatment area.

The crowd froze. The Beast members were about to attack, but Justin raised a hand to stop them.

The pain was unbearable, yes, but Justin had survived countless battles. He wasn’t someone who would cry out just from pain. He had simply been caught off guard.

Now he could feel new flesh rapidly growing, torn tissue knitting itself together. The sharp, crawling agony, like countless fire ants gnawing inside his skin, was undeniable, yet he was actually healing at a staggering speed.

Before long, light suddenly returned to Justin’s vision, and he reflexively squeezed his eyes shut.

Then he blinked, slowly adjusting to the brightness. He saw gentle light enveloping him, white with a faint hint of pale blue.

A delicate jawline entered his field of view. From this angle, that was all Justin could see.

Life...