Chapter 56 · Office part 1
Taking advantage of the fact that Qin Huai hadn’t arrived yet, Duan Ke circled his office twice, sizing up the interior decor.
The style of this office was no different from Qin Huai’s home, containing only the most basic and simple items. A very wide and large desk, a few filing cabinets, and a floating screen used for data analysis—there was nothing else.
Duan Ke looked toward the back of the room and discovered that the office also had a lounge and a shower room.
The area wasn’t large, but the signs of use were heavier than in the villa, indicating that the owner stayed here often.
Does he work this desperately?
Duan Ke stayed in the lounge, his mood extremely complicated.
On one hand, he felt heartache, mixed with a bit of anger; no matter how good one’s physical constitution was, it couldn’t withstand such wear and tear.
On the other hand, he was afraid.
The person he slept with every day was a professional demon slayer, and he himself was a succubus leader… it was really hard for Duan Ke not to be afraid.
Duan Ke took off his shoes, curled up at the foot of the bed, and wrapped himself in the quilt.
That inorganic, completely emotionless look in Qin Huai’s eyes when he shot monsters and looked at their corpses flashed before Duan Ke’s eyes again.
Duan Ke had excellent eyesight and could see very small details.
Qin Huai’s fingers had many thick calluses, with protruding veins and large knuckles. He was very familiar with these hands, because on many nights, Qin Huai used these hands to make him almost lose his voice, curling up unable to say a word.
But just now, those hands had been holding a cold gun.
Qin Huai’s commands carried no emotional warmth, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation. His entire being was sharp and terrifying to the extreme, making it almost impossible for Duan Ke to forget after just one glance.
Duan Ke’s body trembled abnormally, and he let out a small pant. His face was stifled with sweat, flushed pink from the heat, and his two hands covered his flat stomach.
Duan Ke didn’t know what was wrong with him—whether it was fear or something else.
He let out a shaky breath, unnaturally shifting his legs to press them together, concealing some uncontrollable reaction.
Duan Ke unconsciously rubbed lightly against the bedding; the familiar scent of agarwood hooked him, making his mind wander.
The little guy didn’t notice that his waist was already exposed from his jeans, the lustrous white lumbar dimples glistening with a sheen of fine sweat.
Not long after, the sound of the door opening and closing came from outside the lounge, followed by the distinctive, unhurried sound of military boots walking.
Duan Ke could almost imagine the scene of this person walking through the door, approaching him step by step.
His heart contracted suddenly due to inexplicable fear. Duan Ke hesitated for a moment, then pulled up the quilt to cover his entire self.
A very slight clicking sound of a lock. Hiding under the quilt, Duan Ke didn’t notice it.
The footsteps stopped. Duan Ke nervously clutched the quilt. The sudden ringtone of his phone startled him into wriggling twice under the covers; it was Qin Huai calling.
Outside the door, Qin Huai laughed; he had heard the ringtone. The man hung up the phone and quickened his pace to walk in.
Duan Ke knew he had been discovered, but he still hid stuffily under the quilt, pretending he had merged with the white bedding.
The bed beside him sank a little, and that arrogant food aroma on Qin Huai’s body wafted over once again.
Duan Ke trembled again under the quilt.
He hadn’t felt this scent so intensely for a long time. This was the closest they had been in four days, and both he and Qin Huai were unbearably hungry.
When Qin Huai lifted the quilt over his head, Duan Ke hadn’t yet retracted his dazed expression.
His face was abnormally red, his pupils unfocused. It wasn’t until Qin Huai called him that Duan Ke snapped back to reality; he had already been picked up by Qin Huai and placed on his lap.
Qin Huai checked him over, confirming Duan Ke hadn’t stifled himself into discomfort.
Duan Ke, however, didn’t cooperate: “I want to get down… don’t want you to hold me.”
Qin Huai pressed his hand against Duan Ke’s lower back, letting him fuss.
Duan Ke’s waist was too narrow; one hand could encircle half of it. His white, straight legs were slightly bent, occasionally rubbing against Qin Huai’s tightly tensed waist and abdomen.
Qin Huai smiled helplessly and lowered his head to kiss him. He kissed with a sense of making peace, like indulging a child throwing a tantrum.
The rhythm was soothing. Duan Ke’s lips and teeth were skillfully licked and kissed, and unknowingly, he sank into Qin Huai’s scent.
Qin Huai pressed one hand on Duan Ke’s lower abdomen and the other on the back of his head.
He knew Duan Ke had been hungry these past few days and hadn’t eaten anything. It wasn’t until the lower abdomen showed a very slight curve that Qin Huai was willing to let go of Duan Ke.
“No more hiding.”
Qin Huai’s expression was faint, carrying a hint of command, and he raised an eyebrow.
He cupped Duan Ke’s face with his large hands, showing none of the pitifulness he had feigned on WeChat half an hour ago, no longer giving Duan Ke a chance to hide.
“Whatever dissatisfaction you have, tell me. You can’t bottle it up.”
Duan Ke wanted to turn his face away but was turned back by Qin Huai. The two locked eyes for a long time before Duan Ke admitted defeat first. He grabbed Qin Huai’s collar and gave him a very pure peck on the lips.
Duan Ke extended a fingertip and gently swiped across Qin Huai’s forearm; the bruised and purple marks faded instantly.
Qin Huai’s eyelashes trembled. He looked over with a somewhat obscure gaze, his hand tightening on Duan Ke’s lower back as he let out an imperceptible sigh of relief.
Without needing words, the invisible barrier had faded.
It felt really good to talk things out. The hurdle in Duan Ke’s heart disappeared. He finally followed his heart, burying his face in Qin Huai’s shoulder and rubbing against it.
“Wait, your gun…”
Duan Ke said suddenly, “…It’s digging into me.”
His voice was trembling and tight, his waist and abdomen retreating as if in a stress reaction.
Qin Huai froze for a moment before realizing Duan Ke was talking about the real gun, the one he used to kill monsters.
Qin Huai laughed low and pulled out the gun tied at his waist.
Knowing full well that Duan Ke was afraid, he still stuffed the gun into Duan Ke’s hand, making him hold the grip that was obviously the wrong size for him.
“What did you see me doing with this just now? What did it feel like?”
How could Duan Ke dare to say it?
He braced himself, put the gun back into Qin Huai’s hand, and retreated backward.
“Don’t hold that, it’s so scary…” Duan Ke said.
Qin Huai removed the magazine right in front of Duan Ke, threw it onto the bed, and tucked the gun back into his waist.
Duan Ke had never realized so clearly that his boyfriend was a killer—and a top-tier dangerous one at that, a killer he couldn’t handle.
He couldn’t describe his feelings; his whole body was burning hot. But before he could figure it out, he was lifted entirely by Qin Huai.
Qin Huai held Duan Ke in one arm and opened the door with the other. His forearm was slapped by Duan Ke, as if he had something to say.
Qin Huai raised an eyebrow and looked down at him.
The brim of the military cap cast a small shadow over the high bridge of his nose, making Duan Ke tremble abnormally again.
Qin Huai sensed Duan Ke’s overly high body temperature and asked him, “Does Baby have a fever? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
“…No.”
Duan Ke brought his legs together somewhat wretchedly, unnaturally tugging at his jeans.
“The monsters you killed just now… give me their files.”
Duan Ke said, “I want to see their criminal records.”
Duan Ke sat in Qin Huai’s office chair, flipping through the information on these things.
He felt a chill in his heart as he read; his forehead was covered in fine sweat, and he unconsciously bit his thumb tip.
Indiscriminate killing, crowded places. There were even infants; the death toll was simply shocking.
Duan Ke didn’t have memories of his childhood; his memory only spanned five years.
He truly hadn’t had much contact with these dangerous monsters, nor had he seen monsters like this who slaughtered humans chaotically without any rationality.
There were two thin pages left at the back, but Duan Ke didn’t flip any further. He closed the file and turned his head to look over with a complicated expression.
Before he saw Qin Huai, an orange candy was fed into his mouth. The perfectly sweet taste diluted the heaviness in his heart. Duan Ke paused, using his tongue to move the candy to his cheek.
“I didn’t know monsters were all like this…” Duan Ke ate the candy, his voice mumbled. “Then what you did really wasn’t wrong.”
“Can’t say they all are.”
Qin Huai said indifferently, “Monsters are like humans; there are good ones and bad ones. If you looked at human criminal cases, you might have the same reaction.”
However, Duan Ke misunderstood one thing, Qin Huai thought.
He really wasn’t a person with high morals. Killing these monsters wasn’t out of some sense of responsibility to protect human safety; it was more just completing a job.
Qin Huai couldn’t deny that slaughter was a part of his life he couldn’t completely sever.
Before meeting Duan Ke, the excitement and sense of conquest brought by killing powerful monsters was the most important part of his few emotional fluctuations, not simply to maintain social stability.
As a boyfriend, Qin Huai certainly didn’t intend to expose this.
He peeled another orange candy and asked, “Anything else you want to ask?”
“Yes,” Duan Ke said. “But not about this anymore.”
Duan Ke scooted the chair with his legs, moving closer to Qin Huai. “You know a lot about that Dream Demon, right?”
…Why talk about work suddenly at a time like this?
Qin Huai’s expression remained unchanged, though his resentment toward that damned monster grew a bit in his heart.
He picked Duan Ke up from the chair and placed him on his lap, kissing him once. “Ask.”
“Have you found a way to kill It?”
Duan Ke avoided the gun tucked at Qin Huai’s waist, his tone a bit unnatural. “I took your files but still couldn’t find the key… that thing needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.”
Qin Huai: “This thing is indeed a bit difficult to handle.”
Qin Huai briefly explained the investigation situation over the past few days, as well as the deduction that Duan Ke and It were born from the same source and shared a life connection.
Duan Ke looked troubled and asked, “Then what do we do? If you kill It, I’ll die too. Doesn’t that mean there’s no way out?”
“Did you forget, Baby? It has always wanted to come and swallow you.”
Qin Huai casually kneaded Duan Ke’s fingers. “Since It swallowing you won’t cause backlash, you can also swallow It in return. I’ve already cleared out most of the clones used solely for food supply that didn’t have strong magic; finding the main body is only a matter of time.”
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