Chapter 32: Do You Hate Him?
The reason Duan Ke was so terrified of the Inquisitor wasn’t just because of the endless gossip threads on the forum or the blood-and-tear accusations in the group chats that went on day and night.
The most important reason… was that brief encounter three years ago.
At that time, he had just taken human form. He hadn’t even finished forging his fake ID card and spent his days huddled in a tiny, abandoned rental apartment.
Suddenly transforming from a ball into a creature that walked upright, Duan Ke stumbled when he walked. He only dared to sneak out in the middle of the night to forage for food.
One night, deep into the witching hour, Duan Ke grew hungry again.
He draped a raincoat over himself and ventured out into the rain to find something to eat, only to be targeted by a higher-level monster. He was chased for a long, long way.
Duan Ke stumbled along the deserted night road, gasping for breath as he looked for anyone who could help. He was so scared he bit his lower lip until it bled.
A place that looked like a police station suddenly appeared by the desolate roadside. In his panic, Duan Ke didn’t choose his path carefully and crashed straight in.
“Someone… someone is chasing me…!”
The boy bent over, panting heavily, his entire face flushed red. Rainwater dripped incessantly from his golden-brown curls as he deathly gripped a young man in uniform.
“Are you police?” Duan Ke pointed outside the door. “Can you arrest him… help me…”
The person he grabbed was a very young soldier. Not yet understanding the situation, he looked down, intending to calm Duan Ke first.
But just as the soldier moved, a man wearing a high-ranking military uniform walked toward them, causing the soldier to freeze instantly.
Immense fear made the soldier’s mind go blank; he couldn’t even bother with Duan Ke anymore. He firmly pressed down on the back of Duan Ke’s head, preventing him from looking back, his voice stiff as if he had seen a monster.
“S-Sir!”
The soldier’s voice sounded like his teeth were chattering.
But that high-ranking officer didn’t seem to care, answering with a very casual acknowledgement. That voice was as cold as the rain drifting in from outside.
Duan Ke’s head was held down by the soldier, unable to look back, but he keenly smelled the scent of blood on that officer—so thick it was extreme, completely impossible to conceal.
It wasn’t human blood; it was the blood of monsters.
And it came from more than one.
…Thirty? Or forty?
Did he… did he kill them all at once?!
Duan Ke’s pupils constricted abruptly, and his whole body began to tremble. He was already hungry and exhausted; now, fear blurred his consciousness, and he could barely stand.
Connecting the appearance of this building… and the uniforms on these people, he already knew who this was.
Duan Ke closed his eyes in despair, even his eyelashes trembling uneasily.
…How utterly stupid. To avoid a B-class monster, he had strayed into the butcher’s hunting ground.
Duan Ke felt like he couldn’t breathe; the sensation of impending death made it hard for his mind to focus. The soaked succubus wrapped himself futilely in his old raincoat, trying not to let the man see his face, secretly praying he wouldn’t discover his identity as a monster.
“Don’t press him down like that.”
The Inquisitor’s voice came from above Duan Ke’s head, carrying a hint of icy displeasure.
“Let go.”
“But Sir, your face cannot be…”
“Let go.” The man’s voice was calm. “Don’t make me say it a third time.”
The soldier shut his mouth, immediately obeyed, took a step back, and stood at attention.
The uncomfortable restraint on Duan Ke’s neck suddenly loosened, making him feel much better.
But he knew this person was not friendly in the slightest. If he saw the Inquisitor’s face, he would surely die without a burial place.
So Duan Ke buried his head even lower, wrapping himself in the raincoat, absolutely refusing to look at the other party, and even trying hard not to remember the other party’s voice.
Perhaps because Duan Ke looked too obedient like this, the man watched him and let out a very soft, low laugh.
But it was only for an instant; the Inquisitor didn’t stay too long. With no lingering attachment, he walked straight toward the main gate.
Three consecutive gunshots rang out. Monster blood splattered onto the glass at the entrance, and onto those boots.
Reflected in the depths of Duan Ke’s eyes was a wash of blood red. He started shaking again.
…
The sound of the gunshot seemed to pierce through three years of time, ringing directly beside Duan Ke’s ear, making him tremble lightly in Qin Huai’s arms.
His back pressed against Qin Huai’s chest and abdomen as he slowly recounted this accidental experience.
He didn’t embellish the events, but his subjective coloring of the Inquisitor was too strong. Duan Ke described the Inquisitor as if he were some kind of evil spirit—less like a human, more like a malevolent ghost.
Qin Huai remained expressionless throughout, not interrupting, only giving a soft “Mn” when Duan Ke reached a critical point to show he was listening.
As Duan Ke spoke, he found it amazing.
Brother Qin Huai is so brave! He’d be perfect as an NPC in an escape room!
Hearing about that person’s atrocities, isn’t he scared at all? Duan Ke would cry from fear just dreaming about that silhouette.
“You see, that’s basically it.”
Duan Ke finished speaking and hugged Qin Huai’s arm, feeling a bit of lingering fear.
“…I really am afraid of that Inquisitor. I always felt like he wanted to arrest me back then. He was so close to me! And he was holding a gun; my heart was about to jump out of my throat.”
Usually, Qin Huai responded to every request and answered every question Duan Ke had. If Duan Ke felt wronged, he would coax him first without asking for the reason. But this time, he made no sound. He was very quiet.
Duan Ke found it strange and turned to look at his face, only to find Qin Huai’s gaze was frighteningly dark. There was a subtle displeasure on his cold face.
“…What’s wrong, Brother? What I said is true. Don’t you find him terrifying?”
Duan Ke tugged lightly at Qin Huai’s clothes, his voice soft. “I really am scared of him. Just thinking that he might catch me if I secretly use charm magic makes me lose my appetite!”
Qin Huai still didn’t speak, his expression only growing more ominous.
Duan Ke felt unsettled by Qin Huai’s stare. Just as he wanted to ask what was wrong again, Qin Huai finally spoke coolly.
“Your speculation about him is so terrifying, yet you have a ‘particularly good relationship’ with that dragon?”
Qin Huai’s tone was subtle as he pinched Duan Ke’s butt, as if punishing him.
“Baby, I think your evaluation is very biased. Do you want to reconsider?”
“…No.” Duan Ke shook his head like an electric fan.
“I’m just scared of him! Look how ruthless and heavy-handed he is when killing other monsters; he definitely won’t go easy on me either.”
“Really not reconsidering?” Qin Huai’s tone was calm.
“Not reconsidering.” Duan Ke was decisive. “I just fear him! And I don’t like him.”
After saying that, Duan Ke felt both sides of his waist being gripped again.
This time, real strength was used, deliberately pressing on his sensitive zones, making Duan Ke’s spine tingle as if electrified.
So strange. Why is Qin Huai pinching and squeezing so much today??
Duan Ke was completely bewildered and wanted to ask Qin Huai what was wrong. Before the words could leave his mouth, he was hoisted up by Qin Huai, his back hitting the surface, and suddenly pressed underneath the cabinet.
…
Everything happened very suddenly.
The cabinet was too small. Duan Ke could barely lie down, so Qin Huai had to hunch over.
He pressed down on Duan Ke like a rising and falling hill, his thigh placed between Duan Ke’s legs. Their heavy breathing completely filled the narrow cabinet.
Duan Ke reached up, and before he could move twice, he touched Qin Huai’s pectoral muscles.
His arms couldn’t straighten completely, which was enough to show how close the two were right now—it was practically negative distance.
“Brother…” Duan Ke’s voice trembled. “What exactly are you… Woo-ngh…!”
So fierce. Duan Ke was kissed until he couldn’t breathe at all, and soon began to shed tears.
What is going on? It was like Qin Huai really wanted to eat him. Not the kind of kissing where he fed his saliva to Duan Ke, but a forceful suppression.
The man sucked Duan Ke’s tongue tip until it was numb, kissing him until Duan Ke’s brain was about to short-circuit.
Dense, wet sounds echoed in the narrow space.
It was strange. Clearly, it was Qin Huai who initiated the force, yet he remained calm throughout. Even his breathing rhythm didn’t change; his eyes were cold and rational, as if he were detached from the situation. The only one losing control was Duan Ke.
His hand rested on Duan Ke’s thin chest, controlling the rhythm of his heartbeat.
A second before Duan Ke lost consciousness from lack of oxygen, Qin Huai released him with precision. Violent coughing and crying filled the small space.
“Cough, cough… Ah…”
Duan Ke was truly aggrieved now. “Brother, listen to me first… Ah!!!”
The body of a succubus that has been awakened (opened to the soul) possessed a sensitivity that ordinary humans couldn’t compare to.
Duan Ke began to tremble all over. Even the tips of his toes began to flush the color of cherry blossom petals, and the corners of his eyes were wet with tears.
His slender waist was pressed tightly against the ground, but at this moment, it bucked up violently twice, as if electrocuted.
“No, not now…”
Duan Ke was really crying, tears unstoppable, his whole body busy producing water. He tremblingly tried to push Qin Huai’s hand away, but even with two hands, he couldn’t move one of Qin Huai’s. No matter how much strength he had, he couldn’t use it now.
“I’m not in heat right now, no woo…! Brother! Stop! We’re still in the classroom woo woo…”
Begging for mercy was useless.
The little water faucet was being persistently unscrewed.
The plumber seemed overly responsible. If this object wasn’t repaired and working properly today, no amount of objection would stop his repair work.
“Duan Ke.” Qin Huai’s tone was calm and wicked.
He called Duan Ke’s name with a tone no different from when calling him to eat or drink, as if he weren’t performing some highly difficult repair work with his hands at all.
“The question just now—does your answer remain unchanged?”
Asking questions about the Inquisitor at a time like this… if Duan Ke were still sober, he probably would have noticed something was amiss.
But he was now a completely broken little water faucet, unable to think at all. Every answer and action came from sincerity and instinct.
“Un… unchanged. I just fear him and hate him… I don’t like him…”
Duan Ke gripped Qin Huai’s hand deathly tight. His resistance began to turn into longing. “A little more here… yes… Ah, ah!”
Duan Ke’s voice was abruptly cut off.
He was about to pass out. Even as a naturally sensitive succubus, he had never imagined his body could become like this one day. He was going crazy.
Qin Huai looked down at him coldly.
Duan Ke was about to black out, probably unable to hear what he was saying anymore, his eyes completely rolled back.
…Hate him? Fear him? Don’t like him?
How could he believe Duan Ke’s rhetoric? Look at him under me like this… yet he still hates me? Is that so?
Suddenly, Qin Huai wasn’t angry anymore.
He turned his head and laughed muffledly, gently wiping the fluid from his hand onto the markings on Duan Ke’s lower abdomen. The purplish-red color mixed with white.
Qin Huai said good-naturedly, “Alright, I won’t force you. I hope you won’t cry and say you regret it one day.”
He supported Duan Ke’s lower back with one hand and picked him up. “Let’s go out first.”
[Translator’s Note] Hello readers! Just a quick note: The “cabinet” scene implies a confined space, likely a storage locker or similar furniture large enough to fit them but very cramped. It’s getting intense!
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