Part 2
When Qin Huai caught the main body, he would let Duan Ke kill that monster personally, or devour It in reverse.
This plan sounded feasible, but Duan Ke still felt a faint unease. He gave a hum, considering it an endorsement of Qin Huai’s handling method.
“Okay, shall we go home first?”
It was getting late; outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, it was completely dark.
And Duan Ke’s body had been very uncomfortable since just now—very hot. He covered his stomach, wanting to get off Qin Huai’s lap, but was held down.
“Can’t leave yet,” Qin Huai said.
Duan Ke didn’t understand, looking up blankly.
The office was a bit dim. Qin Huai’s uniform was neatly worn, the top button fastened right up to his Adam’s apple.
Under the military cap, those eyes were obscure, looking at him with two points of very faint, playful smiling intent.
Duan Ke was very familiar with this look.
A few days ago, when he first discovered Qin Huai’s true identity, Qin Huai had looked at him with this exact expression.
Bestial, excited.
“My work isn’t finished yet.”
Qin Huai held Duan Ke, not letting him run. He jerked his chin toward the files on the desk. “The last page has a criminal who hasn’t been processed yet.”
Duan Ke’s heart beat exceptionally fast, and the magic marks on his stomach throbbed with strange excitement.
He felt their identities were reversing and becoming disordered. Under Qin Huai’s guidance, they were turning step by step into two opposing people.
The Inquisitor, and the prisoner.
“Pick up the file and read it to me,” Qin Huai said.
Duan Ke understood Qin Huai’s intention. His fingertips trembled, both afraid and seemingly bewitched.
The little succubus obeyed the enemy’s command, picked up the thin booklet, and flipped to the last page.
It had Duan Ke’s name on it.
The time and actions of Duan Ke breaking into the Bureau at night to steal information were written on it word for word in standard format. Exactly the same as the interrogations before Qin Huai killed monsters.
Duan Ke’s breathing almost stopped, and his body trembled unnaturally.
Qin Huai reached out unhurriedly, unbuttoning the first button of Duan Ke’s clothes. His other hand slipped under the hem of his clothes, resting on the scorching hot magic marks.
“First, in front of the Inquisitor… slandered his reputation.”
Qin Huai traced circles on Duan Ke’s spine. “And many times.”
“Second, stole data right under the Inquisitor’s nose, and it was S-level top secret…”
Qin Huai leaned over and bit open the button of Duan Ke’s denim shorts with his teeth.
He lowered his eyes, looking at the fabric that had turned a darker color, and laughed silently.
Soaked just like this?
This little succubus was already accustomed to his commands and could never escape.
This realization gave Qin Huai’s bestial nature and desire for control excessive satisfaction. Facing the dark fabric, he took a deep breath and planted a light kiss on the wetness where Duan Ke was overly clean and green.
Almost instantly, Qin Huai’s lips became glistening and wet.
The expected scream rang out; Duan Ke couldn’t even last a few seconds. He kicked his legs, almost kicking Qin Huai’s soaked face.
Qin Huai hadn’t tasted enough at all.
He grabbed Duan Ke’s ankle with irresistible force, his expression cold enough to go into a meeting the next second, yet he used his mouth instead of a gun to interrogate fiercely.
It was a long time before the sound of speaking rang out in the office again, replacing the water sounds from just now.
“Third… this is the crime committed tonight.”
Qin Huai also got onto the desk, pressing the little guy, who was trembling terribly, under his body.
“You trespassed into the interrogation room privately. Duan Ke, this is the most serious one… If I want, I can interrogate you at will, until you speak every image you see, and all your feelings.”
Qin Huai licked the cloyingly sweet fluid from his lips, staring down at Duan Ke from above.
Those veiny, powerful hands grabbed the gun that had been lying nearby. He placed his finger on the trigger, letting the muzzle roam over Duan Ke’s spine, sliding across his beautiful, fair skin, as if looking for a suitable place to shoot.
This gun had long been emptied of its magazine, so there was no danger.
Even so, this cold, dangerous touch still forced Duan Ke to almost scream. He wanted to curl up, but was forced to open up and display himself to Qin Huai.
Duan Ke’s skin was very white, his clothes in disarray, his whole person a mess of heat.
He clearly… he clearly should be afraid…
Clearly should hate it.
But the fact was, Duan Ke was now so excited he couldn’t even hold his drool.
He covered his uncooperative expression with his arm in a breakdown, clawing at Qin Huai’s uniform, trying to mess him up too.
The desk was uncomfortably cold, but fine sweat kept sliding down Duan Ke’s golden temples.
He bit his fangs, his voice soft yet fierce, “…Kill you.”
Getting into character very quickly, very good.
Qin Huai kissed Duan Ke’s lower abdomen as a reward, circled his most sensitive tail in his hand, and stroked it cruelly.
In fact, Qin Huai didn’t know how he had endured it. From the moment Duan Ke kicked him out of the room, he had wanted to do this.
Duan Ke’s body was unnaturally hot and trembling. He really wanted to take off his pants; the fabric was completely sticking to his body.
Duan Ke finally couldn’t hold back. This roleplay was too much. He grabbed Qin Huai’s forearm with slippery fingertips, looking up at him.
“Don’t do this anymore… let’s go home, okay, I…” Really can’t take it.
Duan Ke’s words couldn’t be finished; Qin Huai’s large hand covered his face.
He widened his eyes in fear. He couldn’t quite breathe; Qin Huai almost completely covered his mouth and nose, leaving only a tiny space. His eyes were cold as if they wanted to pierce him.
“Don’t want to?”
Qin Huai let go of him, very slowly and lightly prying open Duan Ke’s teeth.
His finger pressed lightly on Duan Ke’s fangs, then pressed down Duan Ke’s tongue root, preventing Duan Ke from speaking words of rebuttal.
“I see you want it very much.”
Qin Huai stated the fact in the calmest words. “When I entered the room just now, I smelled the scent of your heat.”
Boom.
This incomparable vile questioning short-circuited Duan Ke’s brain.
Tears pooled in his eyes as he looked in disbelief at the man in the neat uniform. How could this person be bad to this extent?
Duan Ke slapped his tail and ran toward the office door.
But his legs were all jelly; he hadn’t taken two steps before he was picked up by Qin Huai, receiving a fierce slap on the butt as a warning.
“Want to go to the interrogation room?” Qin Huai said. “That works too.”
Duan Ke whimpered, shaking his head helplessly.
He knew perfectly well Qin Huai was roleplaying with him, yet he felt genuine fear. He hugged the culprit’s neck tightly, as if seeking comfort from his boyfriend, and also like begging for a kiss from his abuser.
Qin Huai placed Duan Ke gently on the bed and kissed his lower abdomen.
The man himself was still fully armed, while Duan Ke had lost all coverage.
He absurdly felt a strong sense of shame at being stripped bare in front of the enemy, futilely blocking with his hands. His doll-like, beautiful, slender body was manipulated at will.
Qin Huai lifted his head from his abdomen and laughed low.
The Inquisitor wouldn’t allow his prey to dodge. With just the right amount of force, he gripped Duan Ke’s chin, forcing his gaze downward to look clearly at himself.
“Can you be like this even facing the enemy interrogating you?”
Right in front of Duan Ke, Qin Huai reached out and touched. He displayed the completely transparent fluid on his fingertips to Duan Ke, ignoring the pretty eyes of the kid who was already crying into a mess.
“I am interrogating you, why are you excited.”
“Can you get excited even facing an enemy?” Qin Huai said. “So disobedient.”
Duan Ke didn’t know what was wrong with him; he was going crazy.
It was as if he really had become a bad succubus who knowingly broke the law and was dragged into the office for interrogation by the Inquisitor.
Facing the other’s interrogation, he shamelessly got excited, seeking comfort from the enemy hurting him, kissing the enemy.
“Don’t know, I don’t know…”
Duan Ke hugged Qin Huai’s forearm tightly, crying pitifully. The mixed feelings of heat and shame almost drove him mad.
“I… Ah!!”
Duan Ke screamed and tried to escape, but was dragged back by the ankle.
Another gun pressed against him.
“Why still thinking of escaping? Need to be punished.” Qin Huai said without warmth, “Duan Ke, tell me one by one what you saw just now.”
〓 Author’s Note 〓
Mmh, not sure if everyone can get it, but the two of them are tacitly playing some roleplay [Pigeon]
Qin said let Little Ke look at the files, and Little Ke already knew he wanted to play something wild, not really interrogate him (Just this tacit understanding, whether in daily life or in bed…)
But the immersion was too strong, Little Ke really got a bit of a “forced love” feeling out of it. Fear was real fear, but the pleasure was fast enough to make him faint [Pigeon]
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