Part 2
“Oh, it’s nothing. Maybe I’m about to have a fever… Head’s a bit dizzy.”
Seeing how familiar the two seemed, Ji Qing felt even more exasperated. This kid had some serious connections, even getting along so well with this difficult nouveau riche dragon.
But Duan Ke was indeed very likable.
He grabbed a brochure titled Strive to be a Law-Abiding Monster, Create Harmony Between Humans and Demons from a desk and handed it to Duan Ke.
“You can go back now. Read this a few times when you get home,” Ji Qing said casually.
He then looked at Heracles. “You can’t go yet. You have to stay; what you did is much more serious than him.”
Heracles surprisingly didn’t object.
He looked at Duan Ke’s increasingly red face and the way he clutched his stomach, frowning deeply. “Are you really okay? Do you want me to go to the hospital with you now?”
“…No need.” Duan Ke secretly squeezed the sweat in his palm, his voice soft. “I’ll be fine after resting at home… don’t worry.”
He was actually familiar with this state…
Before the last fierce heat cycle, Duan Ke had felt this sensation of impending fever, his whole body hot and numb.
But heat cycles shouldn’t be this close together, and the second one usually isn’t more intense than the first.
What suddenly happened to me?
Duan Ke couldn’t think too much.
He forced himself to say goodbye to the two and hailed a taxi home.
Arriving at the door, he groggily tried to fish out his keys but was nailed to the spot by an extremely fragrant scent.
By the time he came back to his senses, he had uncontrollably flown through the window of Qin Huai’s home, trespassing into a private residence.
Is Brother home… otherwise why would it smell so good?
Duan Ke was anxious, supporting his movements entirely on instinct, but he searched the whole house and couldn’t find Qin Huai.
He collapsed half-limp on the sofa, gasping for breath, his whole body unbearably uncomfortable.
Duan Ke unconsciously clawed at the buttons on his chest, but when the tip of his nose got close to the sofa fabric, he smelled that familiar scent that haunted his dreams.
…
Duan Ke’s pupils shrank violently.
Why has my sense of smell become so keen…
No, rather, why have I become so sensitive to Qin Huai’s scent that I can even smell the residue on the fabric??
Wrong, something is very wrong.
How can my body be sensitive to this degree?
But Duan Ke had no energy left to think about why.
The scent belonging to Qin Huai, an extremely aggressive scent, completely awakened the Progenitor Succubus’s body for its secondary differentiation.
He was going to melt, going to… he was going to die. Just from a tiny bit of residual scent.
Duan Ke accidentally grazed the leather surface of the sofa. The cold, slippery touch made him shrink back. He clutched his scorching abdomen and suddenly let out a startled cry.
Just a microscopic stimulation caused large tears to fall from the corners of his eyes.
They soaked into his golden-brown hair and slid onto the sofa fabric, staining a small patch a dark, ambiguous color.
Duan Ke didn’t know what was wrong with him. He felt as if some switch in his body had been thoroughly smashed open.
His fangs itched with an acidic ache, urgently craving human blood, or perhaps something else that could fill a succubus’s stomach.
Where is he?
Duan Ke stumbled up from Qin Huai’s sofa.
The scent here was too faint… What he needed now was something stronger; this was far from enough.
Duan Ke gritted his teeth tightly. Following his sense of smell, he yanked open Qin Huai’s wardrobe. A rushing fragrance poured out all at once.
If it were usual times, the polite little succubus would absolutely never do such a bad thing.
But right now, he could no longer be considered a rational creature.
He was falling into a special period so intense that reason couldn’t fight it. He needed his keeper’s comfort, needed to go crazy in the dark just to feel barely comfortable.
But the keeper wasn’t here, so the keeper’s personal items had to step up to replace the irresponsible guy.
Duan Ke moved all of Qin Huai’s clothes out in a heap, regardless of style or part—belts, ties, and more private items—he took them all out.
Qin Huai didn’t have many clothes, and the styles were basic and daily. Duan Ke arranged these not-so-abundant fabrics into a circle, building himself a nest.
Duan Ke stumbled onto the bed and curled up inside.
The stinging pain on his skin was relieved a little, but he still felt unsafe. His keeper wasn’t here; this place was dangerous, someone else could break into their shared territory at any moment.
Duan Ke hesitated for a moment, endured the sharp stinging and burning sensation on his skin, and left the nest with great difficulty.
He locked the bedroom door as fast as he could, then threw himself back into his nest.
He tried to soothe himself by rubbing against the clothes, but it was useless. Hesitating for a few seconds, Duan Ke wrapped an exquisite, textured fabric tie around his palm and moved downwards, trembling.
…
His movements were very green, too unskilled, completely incomparable to Qin Huai.
Duan Ke cried again.
The room grew darker and more stiflingly hot.
Qin Huai knew he was dreaming.
His eyesight was excellent; he never felt like he couldn’t see things clearly. But now, his vision seemed covered by a foggy layer of glass, and his movements were uncontrolled, as if following some program.
But Qin Huai was calm.
He examined this dream as an object, his consciousness dwelling in his shell, allowing the dream-self to control the body.
“Brother! What are we eating today?”
This overly familiar voice made Qin Huai’s breath hitch. He wanted to turn his head to look immediately but couldn’t.
His calm heart suddenly ached with a dull stab. He wanted to call Duan Ke’s name, but he could only hear his own overly cold, emotionless answer.
“Venison.”
Qin Huai lowered his eyes, turning the skewer over the fire. “Do you want some?”
“No, this meat isn’t tasty!”
The little ball shook its head desperately, then giggled and hopped onto Qin Huai’s shoulder. “I want to eat you! Can I today?”
“…Minors can’t say such things, Duan Ke.”
“See! I don’t understand adult or not adult. And you clearly love hearing it; you smell so good right now!”
Qin Huai remained silent, watching the two in the dream bicker meaninglessly like a bystander.
Although his tone sounded like he wasn’t bullying, like a machine, Qin Huai could still feel how relaxed he was at that time, being an ordinary human after so long, like someone suffocating in a coffin finally gasping for air.
“We can leave today.”
Qin Huai gently played with Duan Ke’s thin tail. “I’ve cleaned up the monsters that wanted to kill you. My people can’t find me either. There are no threats.”
“Do you want to go?” Qin Huai gathered him into his palm.
“Yes!” The little ball acted spoiled in his hand. “Brother has to go with me. I want to follow you forever. You promised to raise me, right?”
…
The scene switched quickly; Qin Huai couldn’t hear his answer. The intervening segments were shredded and disjointed.
In the next instant, Qin Huai was standing at the edge of a forest. Black muzzles were aimed at him and Duan Ke. The little ball curled up in his lapel, trembling.
The old high-ranking officials of the Bureau, along with their subordinates, had them surrounded.
The Dream Demon, who he had clearly killed, stood side by side with the leader—the previous Inquisitor—grinning hideously.
“You should have chopped me up a bit more when you killed me,” It said hatefully. “Maybe I would have really died.”
The former Inquisitor was impatient: “Why waste breath on him? Didn’t you already swallow that succubus’s ability? Hurry up and erase his memory, or I’ll kill you too.”
Qin Huai had never rejoiced so much as he did then that he had hidden his full strength from the upper management.
The higher-ups thought they had brought enough people, but they far underestimated the machine they had raised.
The image cut off here again.
In the next instant, Qin Huai saw himself, hands covered in bloody wounds, calmly and accurately piercing the Dream Demon’s vitals.
There was no gunfire around. He couldn’t see, but he guessed he must have killed everyone, except the former Inquisitor who hadn’t participated in the fight.
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