I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 66: Some Married Life Snippets (End)

Chapter 66: Some Married Life Snippets (End)

Big and Small Gogol at the Coffee Shop…

The world had developed a bug.

The original Gogol had split into two. One had only memories after Yokohama, referred to as Gogol No. 1, and the other had only memories before Yokohama, referred to as Gogol No. 2.

Yunxi didn’t notice it at first. He simply thought that Gogol, who was helping him manage the coffee shop, had returned early. But Gogol No. 2 was too inexperienced—he finished much faster than the usual Gogol and skipped many of the usual twisted games.

He just buried himself inside Yunxi using his [Overcoat], kissing him all over, as if trying to mark every inch of Yunxi’s body as his own.

By the time Yunxi realized something was wrong, this was the situation.

Yunxi nearly jumped in fright, but he managed to stay calm. However, when the other briefly pulled out and tried to go again—this time aiming to leave his mark on Yunxi’s face—Yunxi couldn’t hold back any longer.

Bang! Yunxi delivered a powerful kick, sending the man flying across the room.

The effect was immediate, though Gogol No. 2 had already finished, leaving quite a mess on Yunxi’s cheeks.

What a strange smell… Wait, no.

Gogol No. 2 teleported his hand back inside, repeatedly stimulating Yunxi’s sensitive spots while wearing a hurt expression. Huh? Does the Clown’s Master not remember the Clown anymore?

Even though the Clown has lost many memories of the circus, he always vaguely remembered his Master…

As he spoke, Gogol No. 2’s expression gradually darkened.

Of course, the reason wasn’t his Master’s earlier words or actions, but the obvious fact that his Master had a long-term intimate partner. Otherwise, his Master’s reactions wouldn’t have been so natural, and he wouldn’t be wearing that disgusting ring.

Ha, after all these years, that guy who’d been around since his childhood could still get it up?

His jealousy-filled brain refused to think too deeply, so Gogol naturally didn’t notice that his Master’s appearance had hardly changed over the years.

Even if he had noticed, Gogol wouldn’t have considered something like time travel. He would have simply assumed his Master’s Special ability had unique properties—after all, agelessness wasn’t particularly rare among Espers.

So Gogol just nuzzled his head against Yunxi and pressed close again.

But just as he tried to start another round, a familiar voice, almost identical to his own, rang out.

Gogol No. 1’s voice faltered.

Seeing his lover pinned down and kissed like this, with disheveled hair, stains between his legs and on his face, and his body flushed unnaturally—if Gogol No. 1 could ignore it, he wouldn’t be Gogol.

Gogol No. 1’s expression turned completely grim. Special ability. [Overcoat].

He would mercilessly torture and kill this imposter who dared steal his identity and lay hands on his Yunxi!

In the end, the two were the same person, only temporarily split due to a world bug, so the attack naturally failed.

After Yunxi used the [Scales of Fate] to clarify the situation with the world, the two finally accepted the truth.

They unanimously turned their focus toward Yunxi.

After all, Gogol #1 believed it was Yunxi’s fault for noticing something was wrong yet still being soft-hearted, while Gogol #2 thought it was Yunxi’s fault for abandoning him.

Thus, Yunxi was forced to come to the newly renovated café and change into a standard maid uniform.

Gogol #2: Mhm.

Yunxi: …

Why was he moving slowly? Wasn’t it because several hands were groping him all over, and there was still an unknown object inside him, causing friction with every step he took? Even the most basic movements had to be made with extreme caution.

But even so, the fullness inside him was steadily increasing… If he walked over carrying coffee now and the other person suddenly moved, he would surely lose his composure on the spot!

The two Gogols finally seemed to realize Yunxi’s reluctance. Just as they were about to say something, the café door suddenly swung open.

The café was located in an ordinary small town in Russia, so it shouldn’t have attracted many customers. Therefore, the only person who could arrive promptly on opening day was Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who had previously promised Yunxi he would come to show support when the café opened.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had genuinely been unwilling to pay attention to Yunxi before, but recently he had gradually forgotten about the hairless White Tiger incident. Moreover, after hearing that Yunxi no longer strictly required White Tiger Fur, Shibusawa thought it would be acceptable to remain friends with Yunxi.

Yunxi-kun, long time no see. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko glanced around before getting straight to the point. Your café’s decor is quite nice, though the plants near the entrance… Hm?

Shibusawa finally showed a puzzled expression: Yunxi-kun, is this your preference? A Gogol-kun split in two by special powers, and… maid… coffee?

Yunxi’s current outfit wasn’t particularly incongruous—in fact, it was rather cute—but when had Yunxi developed a liking for such clothes? Wasn’t he more fond of calling himself the great Savior?

Feeling the object inside him becoming active the moment Shibusawa entered, Yunxi forced a strained smile.

Haha, Yunxi said painfully. Just consider it a preference of mine.

Shibusawa sensed something was off, but he couldn’t be bothered to dwell on it.

Thus, Shibusawa waited until Maid Yunxi prepared his coffee ahead of the queue.

Please enjoy, Yunxi said, bending over to place the coffee before slowly straightening up.

During this process, the curved part of the object repeatedly scraped inside him. Yunxi could almost hear the faint, suggestive friction under his skirt, but fortunately, Shibusawa didn’t seem to notice.

Shibusawa looked at the coffee before him, nodded calmly, and signaled for Yunxi to close the door to his private booth.

Yunxi breathed a huge sigh of relief. For once, he completely ignored the object inside him and quickly walked away. However, the moment he closed the door, he was abruptly thrust upward, nearly causing him to collapse to the floor. His breathing suddenly grew heavier.

Luckily, the sound of the door closing masked everything.

Yunxi wanted to curse, but Shibusawa was still there. He also knew that if he didn’t deliver the coffee the two clowns wanted, they would keep causing trouble.

So, Yunxi endured it.

After a while, he finished preparing the coffee for the two Gogols and carried it over with difficulty: Hello, here is your order…

That wicked fellow unexpectedly struck twice more before finally finishing.

Yunxi, who had been drenched in spurts, suddenly collapsed, spilling both cups of coffee all over the floor.

Yunxi: …

Looking at the mess and then at the second Gogol who had proactively caught him—appearing much simpler than the other and clearly incapable of such mischief—Yunxi instinctively complained, Korya, that version of you went too far…

Yunxi rambled on at length, but the only thing that struck him as odd was how the first Gogol just watched with a smile, neither angered nor intervening.

In the end, it was the second Gogol who clarified the source of Yunxi’s unease.

He reached out—not using his special ability, but in the simplest way—and touched Yunxi’s thigh, damp from the trickling fluid.

Suddenly understanding, he said, So that’s how it is.But leader, since we’re both Korya, shouldn’t you be fairer? He chuckled softly. I’d like to try too.

Yunxi, swelling again: .

This time, Yunxi genuinely wanted to curse.

But worse was yet to come.

This kind of play clearly couldn’t satisfy the two clowns. Soon, they reverted to their usual selves, and Yunxi was treated like a sandwich—pushed in by one clown, then squeezed out by the other…

Time passed indeterminably.

Yunxi was held astride the first Gogol, his skirt splayed like flower petals—deceptively elegant yet utterly useless. Not only that, but Yunxi now relied entirely on Gogol’s arm and the object pinned inside him to keep from sliding down.

Even so, when Gogol raised a hand, Yunxi instinctively leaned forward, allowing him to brush aside the sweat-damp strands stuck to his forehead and cheek, then nuzzling his rough palm in cooperation.

After all, Gogol was being unusually gentle now, and Yunxi had no desire to provoke his madness.

Throughout, the Gogol with only early memories watched discontentedly.

Seeing the other version finish, he immediately disdainfully teleported him away, then lifted his captain back into his own embrace.

Just like when he’d once cradled the wooden bird his captain gave him, Gogol’s movements were exceedingly gentle—so gentle it scarcely seemed like him.

But his eyes betrayed everything.

His emotions were abnormally exhilarated and heightened, his nervous system more acutely aware than ever. He could feel his own heartbeat, smell the unfamiliar yet harmonious coffee scent on his leader, and sense the cool touch of those turquoise earrings occasionally brushing against his collarbone…

Yunxi didn’t know what the second Gogol was thinking; he could only feel him gradually shifting from awkwardness to frenzy, his breathing growing ragged. Yunxi compliantly let Gogol cup his face, closing his eyes as his cheeks were covered in kisses until he ultimately lost all capacity for thought.

The first thing Yunxi realized was that the Sky Casino guest he’d met in the parallel world was right: in moments like these, telling the two Gogols apart was nearly impossible.

After all, they’d maliciously imitate each other and disrupt Yunxi’s thoughts with urgent, forceful motions.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, are you still drinking coffee?

On the other side, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who had finished his coffee and left without bothering to say goodbye: Achoo!

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Author’s Note: The next chapter is If Little Gogol Had the Habit of Writing a Diary. It might be a bit less cheerful, mainly to show everyone what would happen if Little Gogol hadn’t completely forgotten about Yunxi… But this alternate timeline still has a happy ending! [Pink heart] A one-shot, very very short, posted together with another much more cheerful chapter to lighten the mood! [Pigeon]