Chapter 42: 72 Hours
Qin Huai pressed Duan Ke into the bedding, kissing him fiercely, feeding him with his own body.
Duan Ke was in the only differentiation phase of his life. His body’s sensitivity threshold was too high; he couldn’t stand even a little skin contact. His hands pushed Qin Huai away violently, his waist and abdomen shrank back trembling, yet his lips and tongue honestly craved it.
Qin Huai knew Duan Ke was fighting the instincts of the differentiation phase and was already suffering. But his innate desire for control and destruction made him unsatisfied with this level of intimacy.
Of course, he wanted much more.
Later on, Qin Huai simply kissed him while gently binding Duan Ke’s wrists with his belt, using a force that wouldn’t chafe him but wouldn’t allow escape either.
Qin Huai’s comforting hand never stopped, kissing Duan Ke without a second’s pause. His rough tongue patiently and soothingly guided his green partner, slowly passing what Duan Ke wanted to him.
“Slow down… good baby…”
“Don’t bite yourself… be good…”
At first, Duan Ke didn’t know how to kiss comfortably and had no technique. Qin Huai wrapped his tongue around Duan Ke’s sharp canines to prevent him from hurting himself. The result was that the tips of the teeth cut Qin Huai’s tongue, beads of sweet blood seeping out, filling his mouth with the taste of rust.
But Qin Huai didn’t blame him at all. He just paused slightly to guide him, teaching him bit by bit where he didn’t know how.
“You can kiss slower, leave it to me…”
“Great job… Baby.”
“Licking the roof of the mouth feels good, right?”
“Like it? Got it…”
Qin Huai’s voice was blurred and hoarse, deep to the extreme. Beneath the extremely gentle coaxing lay a heavy, twisted desire for control that anyone could hear.
The aura of restrained forbearance in his voice made Duan Ke dizzy. Duan Ke soon gave up resisting, softening his body to cooperate properly.
It took Qin Huai a long time to grind their kissing rhythm to perfection. During this period, he also harvested spoils of war several times with his hands, smearing them all over Duan Ke’s waist, abdomen, and his own chest.
But this was certainly not the last step.
Qin Huai didn’t allow Duan Ke to say no or say he was scared. Touching the purplish-red patterns on Duan Ke’s abdomen, praising him for being pretty, he half-coaxed and half-forced Duan Ke to open himself up for him, displaying the beautiful results of careful raising over these days.
Actually, doing this was also harmful to Qin Huai’s body. Submitting to a succubus was inherently a dangerous thing, potentially fatal at any time.
Qin Huai was lucid about this, but he accepted it gladly. Whether in the past or future, he was willing to sacrifice everything he had to Duan Ke. After all, the unique magic mark Duan Ke left on the back of his neck in childhood had long bound them tightly together, inseparable until death.
It was a chaotic 72 hours.
Qin Huai took a long leave he had never taken before, hiding in this not-so-large rental apartment with Duan Ke, making a mess of everything.
The only fortunate thing was that Qin Huai had always liked to keep the fridge full. They could replenish their energy during breaks, avoiding fainting from exhaustion in this protracted battle.
Duan Ke woke up for the umpteenth time. He opened his incredibly sore eyes. Pleasure and soreness interlaced in his lower back, leaving him no strength to move.
With puffy eyes, Duan Ke slowly looked around and found himself being held by the bottom by Qin Huai, walking from the bedroom toward the living room.
For several days, his hips and legs hadn’t been able to leave Qin Huai’s waist. Eating, drinking, and even going to the bathroom were all accomplished while held by Qin Huai.
Seeing him awake, Qin Huai patted Duan Ke’s red-marked back with his large hand, turning his head to peck lightly on Duan Ke’s lips.
“What do you want to eat?” The low, husky voice was full of satisfaction. “Want a fried egg?”
“No…”
Duan Ke patted his overly full stomach with lingering fear, but accidentally touched a section of his belly that was still bulging.
He jumped in fright, removing his hand as if electrocuted, burying his entire face in Qin Huai’s strong neck and shoulder, his ears completely red.
“Full…” Duan Ke stammered. “I, I’m not hungry.”
Qin Huai smiled wickedly, scratching Duan Ke’s chin.
“Alright… we can skip the fried egg for now.”
“…Skip everything else too, really full!”
Duan Ke whined.
He was settled into the sofa by Qin Huai. Holding him, Qin Huai reached for the water cup on the coffee table with one hand, wanting to pass some warm water to Duan Ke, whose throat was really hoarse from crying these past few days.
But Duan Ke didn’t have the strength to hold the cup and didn’t want to move. Qin Huai simply held the water in his mouth and passed it to him sip by sip, comforting Duan Ke’s slightly swollen lips along the way.
The two kissed quietly on the sofa.
The curtains were drawn; it was unclear whether it was day or night outside. Their biological clocks were completely messed up. The rental apartment felt like another world, making Duan Ke feel very safe.
“Brother…” Duan Ke rubbed against Qin Huai’s collarbone.
Looking at Qin Huai’s firm, full, dark pectoral muscles, his heart beat fast. Unable to resist, he reached out and wiped the sweat sliding down with his fingertips.
“Mn-hm…”
Qin Huai removed his disobedient hand, bringing it to his lips to peck lightly. “What is it?”
Qin Huai guessed Duan Ke didn’t actually have much to say.
Duan Ke had been coaxed into a very good habit these past few days: calling his name for no reason.
This unconscious behavior was too cute, satisfying Qin Huai’s insatiable possessiveness too well. Because of this, even knowing Duan Ke was just calling out unconsciously, Qin Huai would respond, encouraging him to do it again next time.
He just wanted to spoil Duan Ke rotten.
But Duan Ke continued to ask; he really had something to say. Qin Huai raised an eyebrow unexpectedly, listening patiently.
“Brother…” Duan Ke kept a straight face, seriously taking Qin Huai’s hand and placing it on his lower abdomen. His thin waist was bulging.
“Here… here, opened by you so many times, will I get pregnant…” Duan Ke wanted to cry but had no tears. “It would hurt so much…”
This extremely straightforward and innocent question made Qin Huai’s still-buried part jump fiercely.
He desperately suppressed his urge to thrust his hips, gritting his teeth to adjust his breathing and force himself to calm down first.
After a while, Qin Huai said hoarsely, “Baby, probably not… you monsters don’t give birth.”
“Really?” Duan Ke was worried and confused.
No one had ever taught him such physiological common sense. Duan Ke felt at a loss, as if he knew nothing.
Emotions seemed particularly fragile during the differentiation phase. Duan Ke’s nose suddenly stung, and he turned his head away, refusing to look at Qin Huai.
Unsure if it was heartache or satisfaction, Qin Huai sighed deeply. He tucked Duan Ke into his arms, patting his back while explaining patiently.
“I looked into it before… Monsters are formed directly from human resentment or obsession. There is no concept of reproduction, so Baby won’t have babies…”
“It’s normal for you to be like this right now, normal to be clingy. It’s okay…”
While coaxing the person in his arms, Qin Huai’s mind wandered, which was rare in front of Duan Ke.
He thought, what a pity, it’s all my fault. If he had been a bit more cautious back then, stabbed the Dream Demon a few more times when killing it the first time, he and Duan Ke might not have missed so many years.
He could have taught Duan Ke these physiological facts personally, watching him grow up. Duan Ke wouldn’t have had such a hard time these years, stumbling along alone, so lonely.
Duan Ke felt better after being coaxed and stopped fussing. He intended to just cuddle with Qin Huai without any ulterior motives but suddenly let out a whimper.
The magic marks of the differentiation phase burned unreasonably again. His body temperature soared once more. Duan Ke’s eyes, which had just cleared up, became watery and rippling again. One look was enough for Qin Huai to understand his plea.
“Alright, break time is over.”
Qin Huai smiled and kissed him, lifting Duan Ke from the sofa and walking toward the bedroom.
Five days passed.
Duan Ke truly felt like he was falling apart.
So much for the Progenitor Succubus constitution. Why does my keeper look completely fine, while the Succubus King himself can’t take it at all, often falling into a coma-like sleep?
“Brother, are you really human…” Duan Ke lay paralyzed on the bed, letting Qin Huai remove the wet tie from his mouth. “I’m really starting to suspect you…”
Qin Huai hooked his lips, accepting the praise calmly. He carried Duan Ke into the bathroom, placed him in the tub with the water temperature adjusted, and gently scrubbed him with foam. Duan Ke didn’t have to move a finger the whole time.
Duan Ke wanted to grab the shower gel next to the tub himself, but Qin Huai pinned his hand down. “I’ll get it. You just play with the water.”
Duan Ke: O.o
Feels like Brother has awakened some strange attribute, but I can’t put my finger on it. Forget it.
The dense, fragrant foam allowed Duan Ke to relax his whole body for the first time in a while. Half-closing his eyes, enjoying the service from his keeper, his mind wandered aimlessly from east to west.
Suddenly, his highly leaping brain captured a very important matter. Duan Ke startled violently, instinctively sitting up in the tub, accidentally splashing water all over Qin Huai.
“Ah, sorry Brother… I was thinking about something.”
Qin Huai didn’t feel there was anything to be sorry about. He simply took off his hindering clothes and stepped in too, holding Duan Ke to wash.
If Duan Ke hadn’t thought of that matter just now, he might have been made flighty and restless by Qin Huai again.
He wasn’t a cat; he was a succubus.
A Progenitor Succubus.
In human eyes, likely a succubus with a bad reputation, deemed to do all kinds of evil, approaching only to seduce.
Thinking of this, Duan Ke broke out in a cold sweat. Even the fragrant foam on his body and Qin Huai’s large pectoral muscles couldn’t make him happy.
Right, from the moment we met until now, Qin Huai has always treated me as a kitten.
According to Duan Ke’s observation, no human disliked kittens. So Qin Huai’s liking for him was likely partly due to his species, because he was a little cat demon.
Then, what if Qin Huai knew I was a succubus who sucks human essence?
If he knew that having sex with me actually could very likely cost him his life? What would Qin Huai do?
Would he fear me? Hate me? Resent me?
…Duan Ke didn’t dare to think about it. He was really afraid of Qin Huai hating him.
And… and doing it with Qin Huai is really comfortable. Qin Huai is completely different from the humans I forced myself to swallow before. What if I can’t eat this anymore in the future?
The little lustful demon Duan Ke let his imagination run wild, unaware that his troubled little face was entirely captured by Qin Huai’s eyes.
Qin Huai hadn’t expected Duan Ke’s sudden worry, assuming he was just being emotionally sensitive again due to the special period. Qin Huai picked Duan Ke up easily, flipped him over so they were face to face, and patted his back to comfort him.
Duan Ke: …
Brother is so good to me. Even more guilty now.
Duan Ke looked distressed, but his body honestly leaned against Qin Huai’s pectoral muscles, rubbing against them.
What to do? He had originally thought he would just confess to Qin Huai after the differentiation phase ended. But being held by Qin Huai, he couldn’t muster the courage no matter what. He was so afraid Qin Huai would reject him.
…Why am I so afraid?
Duan Ke lay on Qin Huai, his heart a mess. He racked his brain for a way to let Qin Huai know the truth without hating him.
If only that joke about being boyfriends from before was real. Duan Ke thought, With that relationship, Brother definitely wouldn’t…
When this thought appeared fully, Duan Ke’s body stiffened abruptly. A very shameful, shocking feeling surged in his heart; he felt like he was going to burn up.
Why did I suddenly think that???
…Could it be, could it be that I don’t just want Qin Huai to be my keeper, but want Qin Huai to be my boyfriend?!
…Okay then.
Having figured it out, Duan Ke suddenly calmed down eerily. He secretly reached out and pinched Qin Huai’s waist hard, as if acting out.
Qin Huai hissed, asking amusingly, “What?”
Duan Ke: “…Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph.”
His voice was too small. No matter how good Qin Huai’s hearing was, he could only hear Duan Ke humming and whining.
Duan Ke hugged Qin Huai’s waist, refusing to lift his face. No matter how Qin Huai coaxed or asked, he refused to say what he wanted to say just now.
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