Chapter 18: Duan Ke Ball
Qin Huai held Duan Ke’s jaw with one hand and supported his bottom with the other, pinning him against the wall.
The bedsheets were too messed up to lie on, so they had to temporarily shift positions. Duan Ke whimpered woo woo, afraid of falling, so he could only obediently wrap his arms around the perpetrator’s neck and cry for mercy.
“I’m sleepy… I’m full… Let’s sleep, okay…”
Qin Huai didn’t pay much attention. With a cold face, he released Duan Ke’s jaw and inserted his index and middle fingers together between Duan Ke’s teeth.
“Told you to open your mouth.”
Duan Ke was a succubus; his canines were naturally sharp, suitable for piercing. If he didn’t cooperate, he would likely make Qin Huai’s hand bleed profusely.
Duan Ke didn’t want to hurt his keeper, so he could only whine and obey submissively.
Qin Huai’s eyes were dark. Expressionlessly, he pressed his fingers down, wickedly pressing against the base of Duan Ke’s tongue, causing clear fluid to slide down from the corner of his lips.
“So good, baby.”
Qin Huai had been like this all night—committing terrifying atrocities while speaking in the gentlest tone.
Coaxed by him, Duan Ke completely lost his wits, only knowing to go limp and let himself be manipulated.
His consciousness was scattering, behaving obediently beyond measure, yet Qin Huai still didn’t let him go. Duan Ke really couldn’t bear it anymore; he was too sleepy. His eyes closed, and he fainted. In the last second of consciousness, he could still feel the rough tongue ravaging his mouth.
Duan Ke slept groggily.
He felt his lips were swollen and painful; the skin must have broken, as if he had fought someone with his mouth all night.
And the opponent fought dirty, sucking and biting as if trying to eat his tongue, leaving Duan Ke’s tongue tip still swollen.
His wrists and waist were also incredibly sore, as if someone had tied them tightly with something like a belt; red marks likely remained even now.
Duan Ke could feel himself wrapped in a quilt, rolled up like a crepe as if he were a child, tight enough to make breathing difficult. This familiar yet distant way of tucking in triggered some images deep in his memory, causing the dream scenes to switch rapidly.
He opened his eyes in the dream.
The first thing he saw was the moss-covered rock ceiling. Duan Ke dazedly turned his head left and right, discovering he had returned to that stone cave where he stayed for a few months in his childhood.
The quilt was wrapped deathly tight. He reached out to pull it open but failed; the quilt only wriggled a few times.
…Where are my hands??
Duan Ke reached out indignantly, and then a short, black forelimb appeared in his vision.
He moved his hand dazedly, and the little black claw in his vision moved along with it.
Oh, I remember. I’m still a ball right now. So, Duan Ke Ball wriggled vigorously inside the quilt, escaping the quilt’s confinement like a little black cat drilling out of its nest.
Regaining freedom, he shook the small wings on his back that had been pressed numb.
So hungry, time to eat.
Everything in the dream was unclear, as if covered by frosted glass. Duan Ke Ball acted entirely on memory.
It flew up and down toward the food emitting an alluring scent not far away. The food person was currently studying a map to leave this place by the fire.
Duan Ke Ball landed on a patch of warm skin. So strange, why can’t I see his face clearly? Duan Ke Ball dazedly extended a front claw to touch, feeling only the person’s short, black hair.
“What are you doing again.”
A cold, clear voice sounded. It seemed impatient, but the person didn’t stop it.
Oh, Duan Ke Ball knows why the face can’t be seen. This is the back of his head, so right now I’m lying on the back of his neck.
“…Must you bite here?” The person sounded helpless. “Change the spot. It hurts to be bitten so many times.”
Duan Ke Ball heard itself answer, “Then I want to bite your mouth.”
“…No, you’re underage. Change the spot again.”
Duan Ke Ball heard its own voice again: “Then I want to bite your %$#$@…”
Even though they had been together for a few months, that person seemed completely unable to tolerate such extremely explicit words. He immediately pulled the small ball clinging to the back of his neck down and covered its mouth tightly. Duan Ke Ball looked aggrieved and licked the person’s palm. That person released Duan Ke Ball as if electrocuted, looking at it with a gloomy face.
“Woo woo.” Duan Ke Ball turned into a puddle of black sludge on the ground. “So hungry.”
The stone cave was silent for a few seconds. Sure enough, that person compromised again, sighing imperceptibly. He picked up the black pancake from the ground and placed it on the back of his neck.
“Bite.”
Duan Ke Ball felt itself comply. Fresh, warm blood surged into its body. It felt almost merged as one with the person in front of it; no one could separate them anymore. It felt very happy.
After eating its fill, Duan Ke Ball lay contentedly on the person’s broad shoulder, quietly watching the fire with him.
It was raining outside the cave; inside, the fire crackled. Duan Ke Ball was a bit scared by the thunder, shrinking into the crook of that person’s neck. That person reached out to comfort it quietly.
The rain poured; everything outside the cave was invisible. It seemed the whole world had only two creatures relying on each other left, even if one was a dying soldier and the other a gravely ill monster.
After a long silence, Duan Ke heard his own low query.
“Say… can we still get out?”
“…Brother?”
In the dream, that person’s face remained blurry, devoid of features, but Duan Ke looked up at him, inexplicably feeling his expression must be very gentle right now.
“We can.”
“I will take you out.” Duan Ke Ball was only the size of that person’s palm. He reached out to cover its anxious gaze, his voice still cool but not indifferent.
“Stop thinking. Sleep. I’m with you.”
“Duan Ke?”
“Duan Ke, wake up.”
The low call overlapped perfectly with the voice in the dream. Duan Ke woke with a start, opening his mouth to gasp for air, his heart beating fast, staring at Qin Huai in front of him with red eyes.
Qin Huai had just come to check his temperature and bring water, only to see Duan Ke twisting around in bed like a silkworm pupa, whimpering as if in pain, his golden-brown curls completely soaked with cold sweat.
Although he knew Duan Ke was having a nightmare, seeing his red eyes, Qin Huai’s heart couldn’t help but twist into a knot. He knelt halfway by the bed, gently patting Duan Ke’s back, coaxing him in a low voice.
Duan Ke’s consciousness lingered in that dream.
So familiar. I clearly can’t remember what that face looked like, but why do I feel Qin Huai’s silhouette resembles him so much? It makes me feel terribly sad.
And this crepe-style wrapping method that completely disregards whether I can breathe—it’s exactly the same.
The feeling that he was about to recall something but couldn’t grasp anything made Duan Ke very sad. His tears rolled down incessantly as he clutched the quilt wrapped around him tightly, like clutching a life-saving straw.
He bit his lower lip, staring at Qin Huai with unfocused eyes, murmuring, “…Brother.”
Duan Ke looked quite wretched right now. Wearing Qin Huai’s oversized shirt which had been messed up by his rolling, the cold sweat from palpitations still lingering on his forehead, his small face red from crying—looking as if he would die immediately without Qin Huai’s care.
Even wrapped in a thick quilt, Qin Huai could completely encircle Duan Ke in his arms.
Sick Duan Ke was like a piece of fragile glass, especially clingy, seemingly unable to leave him for a moment. Although Qin Huai’s heart ached, this indeed stirred up an unprecedented, dark pleasure in his heart.
Qin Huai seemingly gently encircled Duan Ke in his arms, soothing his back with one hand. But his other hand unconsciously clasped Duan Ke’s waist deathly tight, making it impossible for Duan Ke to break free no matter what.
Duan Ke buried himself in Qin Huai’s arms, rubbing his red nose tip against his collarbone.
“Brother, Brother. Save me.”
Duan Ke kept calling these two words, as if not yet awake from the dream.
At first, Qin Huai thought he was still scared and kept responding. It wasn’t until later that his keen mind finally realized something was wrong. Slowly, incredulously, he looked down.
The man’s gaze abruptly changed from gentle to bottomlessly gloomy. He grasped the back of Duan Ke’s neck, lifting his head to stare heavily into Duan Ke’s eyes full of attachment.
“Duan Ke.” Qin Huai’s voice was shockingly cold. “Who are you calling?“
[Author’s Note]
Actually, it’s a model of Bad Dog + Male Ghost, a fully automatic vinegar machine. [Lop-eared Rabbit Head] Qin Dog’s moral compass isn’t that high; he just hasn’t realized his feelings yet.
Here’s a small theater. If many people like it, I can write it into an extra!
[After Marriage]
Duan Ke turned into Duan Ke Ball and hid in Qin Huai’s uniform pocket, secretly following him to work.
Then he watched Qin Huai expressionlessly shoot three monsters dead.
Duan Ke: QAQ There’s a bad guy.
Duan Ke Ball cries, Duan Ke Ball runs away. But his husband knew he secretly followed long ago, plucked the ball from his pocket, and walked into the office in front of everyone.
Then f—ked him thoroughly.
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