Power Thief's Revenge [BL]-Chapter 193: [18+] The Teacher

Chapter 193: [18+] The Teacher
The problem was... How exactly do they do this?
Sure they had experience with threesomes and even technically foursomes, since even if Hermes and Apple were the same person, it was still the experience of four people doing hanky-panky.
But there’s six of them right now, and that’s a LOT of people.
Hermes tried to think of a way for this to work. "How about we all just jerk off together—"
"There’s five of us right now." Somner suddenly said. "And I know all of us want to fuck Hermes. Hermes has only one cock and one mouth, so threesomes are the only way to go. Ditee and I will go first, then Ice Bitch and Lava Boy can go next."
Raphael tried to correct him. "Pardon, but I think you forgot about me—"
"Hah! Why should you two go first?" Ymir interrupted him, fuming at Somner. "You said you already got plowed by him. Magni and I only gave him oral. It’s not fair!"
Somner cackled. "Hahaha! So you DO want to get plowed!"
"I have no problem with any arrangement." Magni then said. "I simply want to experience Brother Modi’s expertise in the art of plowing!"
Aphrodite looked away. "All this talk about plowing... Please, everyone. Sex should be full of intimacy and mutual appreciation of each other’s bodies. Let’s allow Hermes to decide."
Hermes stammered. "M-Me!? Why does it matter who goes first? Why can’t we all just do something together, like a train or something. You know, like puzzle pieces where I put it on someone, then the person put it inside someone else, and then he put it on—"
"No way!" Ymir and Somner exclaimed together in disgust.
The honey blond proclaimed: "I’ll never have sex with this frigid fuckface!"
The platinum blond proclaimed: "I’d rather get impaled in the ass by a glacier than even touch that shit-for-brains good-for-nothing spoiled little twink!"
They continued throwing insults at each other, and Hermes was besides himself trying to think of a way to appease everyone. But it’s so hard to think given that they’re in a crowded van, with so many people talking at once and his body aching to just shove his dick into something!
At this point, he’d end up relieving himself with the exhaust pipe!
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He gripped the wheel, wanting to tell everybody to just shut up and get it over with....
Then everyone did.
Everyone suddenly went quiet.
Hermes opened his eyes, and looked behind him, at the backseat. His eyes widened as he saw Ymir and Somner grabbing each other’s collar, Magni in the middle of taking off his shirt, and Aphrodite covering his face....
But they were all frozen.
Only Raphael looked at him with an apologetic smile, tilting his head.
"Sorry, my Lord. But I cannot bear the idea of being tossed to the side, as if I do not fit in this equation on who gets to fuck who. Do you mind if I get selfish and go first?"
Hermes blinked. "W-What?"
Raphael got out of the van, and then went to knock on the door of the driver’s seat. "May I?"
Hermes doesn’t know what to say. Did Raphael really just use Rewind...
So he can have sex with him first!?
But Hermes’ member was aching like a bitch, and he felt like he could really die from so much pent-up arousal. He had heard that someone had a heart attack from being edged too much.
Hermes opened the door, and allowed Raphael to get in and straddle him.
"Thank you, my Lord."
He sounded both mischievous and genuine. The smirk on his lips was devious, but the look on his eyes had some sort of yearning, as if he waited for this moment for so long.
"All this talk about them having intercourse with you.... I feel so left out and lonely, haha." He buried his face on Hermes’ neck. "It is one thing to be aware that you have slept with them. It is another to hear them speak about it in great detail. Especially with this curse gripping me like a vice around my heart and lungs..."
Hermes hesitantly placed his hand on his waist. "Raphael... Are you jealous?"
"It’s an emotion I’ve never truly felt before, so I don’t know." Raphael licked a bead of sweat dripping from his jaw. "Do you think I am?"
Hermes shivered from the feeling. His tongue was so hot. "I don’t know either... I don’t know much about you. And it sounds like you don’t know much about yourself either."
"Mm... You’re right, my Lord."
"Call me Hermes."
Raphael bit his lip, and shifted slightly as he sat on Hermes’ lap. "Hermes... Would you help me know more about myself? The Thirteen Stripes had me take the position of the Soldier. The position Eirwyn once had. But honestly, I feel more like a scared child."
Hermes let out a breathy moan as Raphael grinded against his aching need.
"It’s not fair... You know that I can’t resist helping others." Hermes bit Raphael’s ear. "You really are a cunning one, Raphael Mirasol."
Raphael jolted as if he touched a power socket with wet hands. Except that the electrifying, numbing feeling started with that spot where Hermes’ teeth and lips touched his ear, and has spread all over his body.
"W-What can I say...Ahh..." Raphael could barely speak now, his lips searching for Hermes’. "I’m just a helpless alien... Who needs a loving human’s touch..."
Everything he does seems to be scientifically formulated to awaken THAT side of Hermes.
Hermes captured his lips, conquering it with those teeth that grew fangs.
"I understand something about you now, Raphael."
Raphael whimpered as those fangs sank into his perfectly plump and moist pink lips. It didn’t heal, and that was Raphael’s decision. He could always control how fast his regeneration was...
He simply wanted to feel the pain now.
"And that is?"
He asked softly, his breath hitching from anticipation.
"You’re lost. You don’t actually know where you’re headed, where you want to go. That’s why you follow whoever shows you the ropes, whoever provides you a better chance at understanding what and who you are."
Raphael’s eyes widened at this.
"That’s.... a cruel thing to say, my Lord. You’re saying that I simply switched sides from the Thirteen Stripes, because I saw you as a better teacher."
"Am I wrong?" Hermes tilted his head. He slowly lowered Raphael’s pants. "The boy that is blessed to endure pain. Endure... Not fight. You never put a proper fight back, because the Thirteen Stripes was all you had. Before me, there was nobody else to give you direction.... To tell you what your reason for existence was."
He slowly inserted himself in Raphael without any preparation.
Knowing he would endure.
Raphael gritted his teeth. He cried hot tears, tears of gold that had some steam...
"You were the Soldier to them. And now you want to be my lover. You were not raised to choose a role for yourself. Alien, human, hero, monster... You will be any of those things, if someone told you to."
Raphael started moving up and down, despite the searing ache of having his insides penetrated by a matter of water. It felt like he was the one burning, even though he was the creature of fire.
"Y-You contradict yourself, my Lord." He said, gripping on Hermes’ shoulders tightly, "You said I’ll just do anything I was told. But nobody told me to be your lover. I just wanted to be... I chose that for myself... "
"Did you, really?" Hermes took control by lifting him up and down. "Or was it the logical choice? After all, in order to understand human intimacy, you must be intimate with a human first. To be someone’s lover."
Raphael had nothing to rebut to that. Between the lust curse and the hard, rough thrusts... He could not try to deny the truth anymore.
"...I admit it. The Reverend taught me about belief. The Scientist taught me about logic. And... I want you to teach me about love. I want to be your lover."
"Even though you don’t love me."
"Y-Yes... Even though I don’t know what it means to love. Not yet."
Hermes kissed him, and handled his body even more aggressively. Raphael can’t stop the screams coming out of his mouth from the pleasure and pain. And instead of enduring...
He accepted it.
"I’ll teach you then." Hermes said softly to his ear.
"That’s... a kind thing to say, my Lord. My Teacher..." Raphael embraced him tightly, his whole body pressed against him.
The man who was hurting him.... Who was loving him.
Who was teaching him what love is.
And in this school frozen in time, there were just the two of them. Raphael took every lesson to heart. But this lecture was not through words...
He learned them all through his body. And Hermes taught him thoroughly.
"Teacher... I’m... I’m going to...."
Hermes stroked his hair. "Go ahead, my student."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Raphael released all his ignorance onto his teacher’s shirt, that white stain of purity. And his teacher filled him up with all the knowledge he searched for. No longer was he a lost child when it comes to the matter of love and passion.
Even with his eyes closed, there was a blinding light. He was awakened, a moment of epiphany in the most unexpected circumstances.
Like how Archimedes exclaimed ’Eureka!’ as he learned the secrets of how things float in water while taking a bath....
He understood love at the driver’s seat of a rental van.