The Rogue System [BL] Chapter 112

The next ti Zhu Kang woke up, the sun was high up in the sky. He had been sprawling on the bed with his arms and legs flayed out like a starfish. He sat up imdiately.

"lay down." Aaron gently touched his forehead. "you are running a fever,"

"a fever?! I heard supers can’t get sick." He whispered in shock.

Aaron gently kissed his forehead. "might be your body was influenced by my body temperature. I was not sure, though. That’s why I called up a doctor. He checked on you. He said that your body temperature was high." He worriedly frowned.

Kang nodded. "I have scales and my body is cold. I am most likely a cold-blooded creature who likes heat. So I think I’m most probably okay." He sat up starching his back.

For the first ti in a few days, he felt his whole body was relaxed and it felt amazing. It’s all thanks to the magic hands of this man. He leaned forward and kissed his cheeks.

Aaron was currently wearing a spectacle and was reading a few docunts on his iPad.

"you busy?" he snuggled up against him feeding off his warmth.

"no, you want to go sowhere?" he imdiately closed everything and hugged him close to his body.

"I want to go out. Like ’out’ out. I want to walk around freely in the streets. Maybe have a beer or so," he held his hands and wound their fingers together.

Aaron’s halo beca much brighter. "let’s do that. No beer though. you are still young,"

"huh! Boy, I am twenty years old. Who are you calling young? I’m of legal age to drink as much as I like. I can chug down gallons and still walk straight. don’t underestimate , hmm" Kang declared loudly, but the fact was that he had never tasted beer before. He had champaign in that party he worked as a part-ti. "I want to drink beer,’ he hugged his arms.

Aaron sighed. "one beer. No more. A drunk super is the most dangerous. Especially, we are still not sure what your ability and powers are complete. So let’s be careful,"

"you are there. Why must I worry?" Kang hugged him tightly.

The superhero chuckled and sat up. he lifted him up in a princess carry and took him over to the closet which too was hidden in the walls.

’Seriously this guy really likes hiding his rooms all in the walls. Why not keep an open closet, huh? At least keep a closed closet with an actual door instead of making it a secret room.’ Kang thought, rolling his eyes.

The closet was as big as the room itself, with a lot of clothes and suits hanging in their designated place. And in the middle was a huge glass encasing inside that was his super suit. Shiny and white.

’so white,’ he thought out loud.

"White masks my shine. everyone just thinks it’s the sun reflecting the light..." he explained kissing his ear slightly. "I have clothes prepared for you. wait here," he placed him on the ground and hurried off to the corner where there were a few bags of clothes.

They were slightly dusty.

"I got them a while ago. I think they fit...." He took out a shirt and held it up to his body.

Kang took the t-shirt from him. ’It’s my size.. Aaron is definitely bigger than . did he buy it for ? when though?’

As if understanding his thought, Aaron sheepishly grinned. "well.. I kind of brought it on an impulse. I saw this at the store and I thought it will look good on you,"

"When? When did you buy this," he moved closer and stood in front of him. his hands gently touched his cheeks.

"After the first ti I saw you...," he admitted with a slight blush on his face. "it’s too forward of but I knew that one day you will be my lover. So, I was preparing for that. thinking about it now it sounds so silly to . I didn’t even know your size. I just brought it approximately,"

Kang wore the T-shirt over his head. It fit his body perfectly.

Aaron’s halo went a touch brighter. "it looks good on you." he whispered as he smoothed down a rogue wrinkle in his shirt.

Kang peered up at him. ’What did I do in my life to deserve this guy? God must really love . for all the suffering I had to go through in that system space I was gifted with this amazing angel,’ he hugged his waist tightly. "Thank you."

"Hey there is no need to thank for sothing so simple, it’s just clothes," he hugged him back as well.

His warm hands gently caressed his back.

Kang felt his eyes tear up. but he held it back. ’not the ti to cry. It’s beer ti...’

Taking a deep breath, he stepped back. "Co on, get ready. Let’s go out and enjoy our date."

Aaron swiftly got dressed. Accidentally or not, he too was wearing the sa color black. With his blond hair, he looked much more handso and clean. "Where shall we go? Anywhere you want to go?"

"Hmm..." Kang thought about it. Sohow, his stupid brain rembered the restaurant he first woke up in this world. He had to wash so many dishes to get out of that place. He clearly rembered that tragic thing.... It was such a distinct yet dark mory to him. he simply wanted to turn the mory into a positive one.

"I have a restaurant I want to go to....."

"Okay let’s go there," Aaron led him down the elevator down to the garage.

As expected, the whole place was filled with cars of different shapes and colors. Kang did not even know half of the brands. He just pointed at the red car that was calling to him.

Aaron complied.

The ride was smooth and in about an hour or so they reached the restaurant.

As soon as the car ca to a stop Aaron glanced at the restaurant. his smile went away. "do you take all your dates here,"

Kang bit his lips anxiously. "no! its.. it’s just.. I had a lot of bad mories of this place. I wanted to bring you here to create positive ones. If you don’t like it we shall go sowhere else,"

Aaron held his hand. "What bad mories? Did sothing happen?"

"I kind of lost my wallet had to wash dishes and... I had to visit the police station. Oh, my ex-girlfriend also slapped . albeit softly, but still it hurt," he touched his cheeks.

That slap was the first mory he had in this world. It was a nostalgic mory indeed.

"How could a restaurant treat a person like that!" Aaron glared at the establishnt with naked fury.

"Co on don’t be angry. we are here on a date to create good mories. not bad ones,"