Chapter 61 · Medical Room
pressing Duan Ke’s soft, fine golden hair with one hand, Qin Huai rarely zoned out at a time like this.
Last time the memory wasn’t fully restored; this time it was retrieved completely.
Qin Huai recalled the second half of the memory, the scenes where he spoke coldly to Duan Ke, finding it funny and a bit helpless.
He reached out lazily, pressing the back of the head under his hand a bit tighter, listening with pleasure to the whimpering sounds from the person beneath him.
Whether five years ago or now, the resistance he could put up against Duan Ke was truly limited.
In the cave, Qin Huai wasn’t disliking or not wanting to approach Duan Ke at all; he truly didn’t dare let the kid bite him casually.
Otherwise, what could he do?
Once bitten, he couldn’t help but go into heat on the spot, and couldn’t get it out no matter what he did himself. Duan Ke at that time didn’t know how to restrain his charm magic at all; he often used it unconsciously while eating, regardless of how miserable the human affected by the charm would be.
Duan Ke-ball ate deliciously, while the one being eaten was miserable.
After being bitten on the nape, Qin Huai could only endure it hard, unable to sleep all night from being aroused, wanting to wake the little ball up but reluctant to do so.
Qin Huai was a person who held grudges very much, especially in this regard.
He looked down at the bewildered little guy beneath him, the corners of his eyes flushed red from stimulation, and patted the other’s head gently again with his large hand.
“What’s wrong?” Qin Huai asked knowingly. “Don’t know how?”
“Hasn’t Husband done it for you many times? Only cared about feeling good, didn’t remember a single thing… hmm?”
Facing Qin Huai’s question, the little guy opened and closed his mouth a few times. It took several minutes to organize his language, but his voice was as small as a kitten talking in its sleep.
“…I can’t swallow.”
Duan Ke stammered, “F-feel like vomiting…”
Clearly a succubus, yet seemingly more unable to let go than his keeper.
Qin Huai couldn’t bear to let the kid kneel for too long, even on a very soft mattress. He cupped his butt and picked him up, placing him on his thighs to sit, face to face with Duan Ke.
“Open mouth.”
Just as Qin Huai finished speaking, Duan Ke opened his mouth himself, even obediently sticking out the tip of his tongue.
Having been ground a bit too much, the corners of his lips and the surface of his tongue were all an abnormal red. The kid’s eye corners were red too, eyelashes even hanging with a crystal clear, round teardrop.
Qin Huai admired this fragile, beautiful look for a moment, then extended two fingers, pressing into the opening of Duan Ke’s throat.
An excessive action, yet Qin Huai remained as calm as a dentist seeing a patient.
The man focused, lowering his eyes to relax Duan Ke’s throat. Duan Ke watched him tremblingly, unable to hold back a gentle squeeze of his legs around Qin Huai’s waist, rubbing against him almost imperceptibly.
The person being ground laughed low, his movements slightly heavier.
“Can you get excited even being used by a mouth?”
Qin Huai didn’t even look at Duan Ke, wearing a frigid expression, stating objectively, “Duan Ke, you are indeed quite bad.”
“Grown so big… why is the mouth still this small?”
“Relax a bit, let it in.”
Qin Huai was of course talking about fingers, but Duan Ke started associating uncontrollably.
He whimpered in a breakdown, burrowing into Qin Huai’s arms like a small animal, seeking safety from the culprit.
What Qin Huai said seemed really correct; he really had become a bad succubus, very, very bad.
Clearly his boyfriend was doing a very normal thing with his hands, just relaxing his oral cavity, appearing not affected by lust at all, yet he was doing bad things with his boyfriend’s abs.
Duan Ke felt terribly guilty, becoming more and more obedient to Qin Huai. His throat, which barely managed to swallow one-third, was gently opened some more by Qin Huai.
The little succubus didn’t know that obedience would only invite excessive bullying.
Guided by Qin Huai, he reached out and placed his fingertips on his own Adam’s apple, feeling with panic the protruding part, a piece of cartilage on the throat.
“This is just my finger,” Qin Huai said.
Duan Ke didn’t know what this sentence meant, looking over through teary eyes.
In his blurred vision, he saw his keeper tightening the corners of his lips, looking at him with a gaze devoid of any etiquette or restraint.
Qin Huai held Duan Ke’s fingertip, changed position, and placed it below Duan Ke’s Adam’s apple.
Duan Ke obediently kept his finger there, looking at Qin Huai in confusion, waiting for his next sentence.
“Later it will reach here.”
Qin Huai said, “A bit lower than your Adam’s apple.”
Duan Ke’s eyes widened abruptly, shaking his head in disbelief.
He would choke to death; absolutely couldn’t eat it! How could normal physiological structure accommodate such a monster?
Qin Huai supported Duan Ke’s lower back, not allowing him to retreat. His high nose bridge rubbed against Duan Ke’s cheek, and Qin Huai used that very gentle tone again, as if wanting to discuss democratically with Duan Ke.
“Will you give it, baby?”
Qin Huai said hoarsely, “I wanted to many years ago… but you were too small then.”
“Just once… hmm?” Qin Huai softened his voice a tiny bit. “I don’t want much, feeding me a tiny bit is enough.”
Duan Ke looked at Qin Huai’s drooping eye corners. His originally very determined heart softened in less than half a second.
He rubbed his small Adam’s apple with lingering fear, glanced hesitantly at the handgun that was already loaded and full of bullets, gritted his teeth, and nodded.
…
At high noon with the scorching sun overhead, the suburban area where the Bureau was located appeared even more deserted.
The only movement came from inside the Bureau. The single-sided frosted glass occasionally revealed soldiers in crisp uniforms walking past outside the quiet medical room.
A bird landed on the windowsill of the medical room, tapping the window twice with its sharp beak thump thump.
Its intention might have been just for fun, unaware that this extremely slight noise caused the person in the treatment room to whimper abruptly, his already tight and narrow throat constricting suddenly.
The tall officer pressing him down paused his movements, inhaling lightly with a tremble.
That breath was mixed with wretchedness and extreme pleasure. The officer extended a large hand to shield the little guy’s somewhat messy back of the head, rubbing it as a reward.
“So great… baby.”
“Did very well, retract the tooth tips… how did you learn as soon as taught?”
The bird couldn’t understand what this person was saying, tilting its head to size up the two guys with strange postures inside.
The one below seemed stimulated by its gaze, his eyelashes trembling as he looked toward the window, a tear sliding down with his movement.
The eye contact lasted less than a second before Duan Ke’s chin was gripped and turned away.
The punishment in the throat ensued. Duan Ke dared not be distracted anymore, concentrating on dealing with the hot weapon executing his throat.
Qin Huai was a bit more satisfied, praising him for being good again.
Such a long time was enough for Qin Huai to slowly discover his lover’s little quirks at times like this.
Duan Ke seemed to like being praised by him very much. With just a little encouraging movement or word, this kid would double his efforts to cooperate, even if his movements and expression were so green it was ridiculous.
Duan Ke was trembling all over, his hands so slippery they could barely circle around.
He was trembling; the tip of his nose was filled with the salty, muffled, fishy male scent, mixed faintly with a bit of the agarwood body wash from home.
Not a good smell, but he didn’t hate it.
Duan Ke had never realized so clearly that he was a succubus; he could actually experience supreme pleasure from this purely service-oriented act.
Physiological tears seeped from the corners of his eyes. Duan Ke felt a light tremble deep in his throat, realizing this punishment was finally coming to an end.
“Guh woo…”
Those deep black eyes, usually lacking emotion, looked down at him, no longer showing any trace of restraint.
Qin Huai calculated the little guy’s endurance limit, reached out to gently press the back of his head, and rubbed against Duan Ke’s neck.
“Relax.” His voice was terribly hoarse as he commanded.
Duan Ke had completely lost his consciousness, whimpering and complying.
The little succubus could hardly distinguish between pleasure and pain, just wanting to end this quickly; his throat hurt a bit.
Duan Ke thought Qin Huai was about done, but the other party just wouldn’t finish.
Duan Ke was anxious and helpless, circling his hands helplessly, looking up at him with innocent and wet eyes like a fawn.
“Daddy…”
Duan Ke’s breath was trembling. “Daddy, g-give it to me…”
Half of Qin Huai’s body went numb; his hand pressed down fiercely before he could react.
…
Duan Ke felt like he had been walking in a dry desert, then suddenly was dragged into a swamp in a tropical rainforest, his throat and nasal cavity stifled by the sticky swamp.
He couldn’t even cry properly, gasping for breath, his mouth remaining open.
The trembling sensation in his throat was very obvious. Duan Ke reached out dazedly to touch his neck, his fingers feeling the weirdly protruding place—that piece of cartilage tortured into soreness.
After a long while, his mouth was finally liberated.
Qin Huai let go of his hand with a bit of panic, used force with the large hand on Duan Ke’s shoulder, and lifted him up.
Hugging the malfunctioning little robot tight, Qin Huai gently helped him smooth his breath with a rhythm that reassured Duan Ke the most.
The little guy leaned against the man’s collarbone with unfocused eyes, tears flowing incessantly like he was broken, yet unable to make a sound.
Too long without sound; this actually scared Qin Huai a bit.
He leaned down to make eye contact with Duan Ke, pursing his lips and rubbing his chin, regretting why he hadn’t controlled himself just now.
“Baby, don’t scare me…”
Qin Huai said softly, “Where is uncomfortable? Tell Husband… hmm?”
Duan Ke’s eyes were still lifeless; Qin Huai called him many times before he focused.
As if realizing belatedly, he called out with a trembling voice, his throat squeezed very thin and soft, trembling, exactly like the unique reaction at certain times.
Qin Huai froze for two seconds, touching him with belated realization.
Just one touch, and Duan Ke screamed, grabbing his hand. “No… can’t touch…”
Qin Huai’s hand slid off Duan Ke’s pants.
The man’s dark eyes flashed. Immediately, under Duan Ke’s gaze full of grief and indignation, he laughed low, completely disregarding everything.
Duan Ke was like an anxious young beast, kicking Qin Huai a few times.
Qin Huai wasn’t annoyed either. Turning his large hand, he pulled Duan Ke into his arms and hugged him tight.
“Baby, how come just like this… ? Hmm?”
“You’re still laughing!”
Duan Ke grunted and pushed him. “I… I’m all broken… all your fault…!”
Duan Ke couldn’t continue after speaking.
Clearly he hadn’t been served by Qin Huai, just swallowed something, yet he ended up in this messy state…
How did he manage to be this embarrassing??!
Qin Huai would definitely laugh at him for a lifetime about this!!
Having just been done, Duan Ke discovered in despair that his voice was now soft and hoarse, having absolutely no deterrent force whatever he said.
He turned around in overwhelming grief, biting the quilt with his front teeth, refusing to speak.
Usually the talkative one refused to acknowledge anyone, while the taciturn one became active.
Qin Huai kissed him while praising him, his voice full of laughter that made Duan Ke want to hit him.
Qin Huai praised him for over ten minutes, disregarding the rising body temperature in his arms, kissing again and again like a woodpecker.
Finally, the head of the household really couldn’t bear it anymore, giving Qin Huai a whipping with his tail to throw him off the bed, and only then did Qin Huai’s blabbering mouth shut up.
Heracles guarded the door of the medical room in boredom, a pair of emerald-green eyes darting around following the birds outside the window.
Passing soldiers looked at him with vigilant, scrutinizing eyes. Heracles didn’t pay much attention, swaying the dragon tail behind him idly.
The only good thing about the Bureau was that releasing one’s true form wouldn’t scare humans into mental illness.
Maintaining human form was something that made monsters very irritable. Heracles rarely relaxed, so his mood was a bit better than usual, no longer looking like the whole world owed him money.
He turned his head. “Hey.”
Ji Qing beside him realized he was being called, raising an eyebrow and turning his head.
Heracles asked him, “When can my friend wake up? Can’t we just go in and look?”
“Not really possible.”
Ji Qing said regretfully, “The Commander gave strict orders. If anyone breaks in without an emergency, human or ghost, he will kill without mercy.”
Ji Qing had been a beast of burden for over ten years; he didn’t want to die at the hands of an unscrupulous boss just like that. Heracles, however, was very impatient.
Although confident in his friend’s strength, Heracles couldn’t help but worry.
It had been three or four days. Who knew if something would go wrong with Duan Ke’s mental field?
“Last half hour.”
Heracles’ exquisite, three-dimensional Western features looked gloomy. “If he hasn’t come out by then, I’ll blast this door open.”
“…Fine, up to you, Young Master.”
Ji Qing glanced sheepishly at this irritable Western dragon, thinking to himself how did this guy manage to become good friends with a good kid like Duan Ke.
What neither expected was that a few minutes later, this door that had been tightly closed suddenly opened.
Both of their pupils constricted. Heracles reacted faster, striding forward to meet them.
“Duan…”
He didn’t finish, because this person wasn’t Duan Ke.
The officer, significantly taller than even Heracles, cast a glance downward, looked at Heracles expressionlessly, and locked the door behind him.
“Hey.” Heracles looked at Qin Huai’s action, his tone very bad. “Let me in, I want to see him.”
“He is resting now, not convenient.”
Qin Huai’s tone was cold enough to freeze people to death, afraid others wouldn’t know his displeasure.
Heracles looked up with incomparable annoyance, but the moment he saw Qin Huai’s face and neck clearly, the entire dragon froze, tail stopping its sway.
…What were these two doing in there just now?? What is this tail print on Qin Huai’s face???
And this pile of hickeys…
Heracles didn’t stop him anymore. Qin Huai glanced casually; the thunderstruck expression was enough to show Heracles understood the situation.
Qin Huai left with satisfaction. He had no time to delay here; Duan Ke was waiting for him to bring trousers.
“…”
“…”
One human and one dragon stood stiffly at the door for several minutes; Heracles’ exquisite clothes were about to be torn by his hands.
Ji Qing finally walked up and patted his shoulder comfortingly, sighing several times.
“See, I said we couldn’t go in… Let’s not guard here anymore? Go to the archives with me?”
Heracles looked sickly pale, forgetting even to push Ji Qing’s hand away.
He threw a dagger-like glance at Qin Huai in the distance, nodding weakly. “…Let’s go.”
〓 Author’s Note 〓
(Very, very sorry for being late TT, thirty red envelopes in comments)
No bullying the head of the household!!!
Next is just casually killing off this cannon fodder villain, writing some cute daily life, and then finishing [Rainbow Fart]. Whatever extras everyone wants to see, welcome to order. Will write if inspired hehehe [Begging you][Begging you]
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