Chapter 57 · First Encounter part 1
Duan Ke indeed had trauma regarding Qin Huai’s service pistol.
After all, it had just killed dozens of his kind, and even carried a bit of residual warmth from firing.
When the muzzle pressed against his back, there was a trembling yet exciting sensation that made Duan Ke shake all over and scream ceaselessly.
But he only realized now that the gun he needed to guard against the most wasn’t this one, but the other one.
…The one embedded inside his body.
Duan Ke and his boyfriend had slept in separate beds for four nights. He had been left hanging for too long, which led to the ammunition in the gun being overly plentiful.
Officer Qin was incredibly skilled in the interrogation stance, using the “gun” to torture the little prisoner three or four times.
More than two hours passed, and this firearm was still high-spirited, showing no sign of running out of ammo.
Moreover, not only had Qin Huai been hungry for a long time, but Duan Ke had also been hungry for a long time.
The Progenitor Succubus’s body recovery ability was too strong. The part that accommodated food had long since reverted to its tight, green state, even though this wasn’t the owner’s subjective will.
This resulted in Duan Ke being back to square one.
The body that had been fed for a long time, fully ripened, and had finally adapted a little bit, returned to its initial state. Even swallowing it all was incredibly difficult.
“No…” Duan Ke tried his best to grab Qin Huai’s forearm, his voice trembling terribly. “Can’t do it, you… you stop for a moment…”
“I’m really, really full… hurry up, okay…”
Duan Ke was currently in a kneeling posture on the bed, looking like he had just been fished out of water, dripping wet.
He threw his head back from excessive stimulation, exposing his fragile, petite Adam’s apple. Qin Huai occasionally reached out, pressing this beautiful, sensitive little thing gently with his thumb, reminding Duan Ke to breathe in time.
“The stomach is indeed very full.”
Qin Huai spoke words of approval, but casually bit the back of Duan Ke’s neck. His large palm pressed neither light nor heavy on the lower abdomen, causing Duan Ke to spasm strangely a few times, unable to even scream.
He couldn’t stay kneeling. Only with Qin Huai supporting him did he not collapse completely, turning into a puddle of mud at someone’s mercy.
The force of Qin Huai’s movements below didn’t let up at all, but his upper body was calm to a bizarre degree. His voice held no lust, his self-control strong enough to be perverted.
He bit Duan Ke’s ear, asking him in an interrogating tone.
“Tell me, how do you use charm magic to bewitch humans.”
“Very frequent?”
“So bad.”
“When stealing data, how did you muddle through? Did you seduce the person who discovered you like this too? Hmm… biting so tight, did I hit the mark?”
Qin Huai simply had no filter; every sentence accompanied a thrust into that overly soft part.
Duan Ke struggled like a drowning fish from time to time, but only earned a slap on the buttocks. Not heavy, but full of disciplinary intent.
The colder Qin Huai’s tone, the fiercer his movements. This sense of disjointedness turned Duan Ke’s brain into paste, completely losing the ability to think.
With the last stroke, that soft place was finally forced open, and Qin Huai’s thing barely jammed a small part in.
Duan Ke went stiff all over, all sounds stuck in his throat.
He shook completely out of control, his tail wrapping deathly tight around Qin Huai’s arm. His palms scratched desperately at Qin Huai’s back, leaving extremely deep scratch marks, sweet blood constantly oozing out and falling onto the white sheets.
…Overflowing.
Duan Ke didn’t know what was coming out of him to make the sheets look so terrifying.
But he had lost the ability to distinguish. He completely forgot the roleplay identity, collapsing to the point of only knowing how to cry, his word order jumbled, shouting Husband, Brother, Officer randomly.
He had never experienced this feeling, like ascending straight to heaven and simultaneously plummeting straight to hell.
His brain couldn’t think at all, forcibly chiseled into a broken sensory organ.
Duan Ke murmured, saying “so good” one moment and shouting “help” the next, like he was broken, uncontrollable physiological tears flowing almost ceaselessly.
A second before total collapse, he was pulled into a firm, warm embrace by Qin Huai. His back was patted rhythmically by a large palm, and soothing kisses rained down unsparingly.
“Baby, amazing.”
Qin Huai patted his back to coax him. “Cooperated very well… was it a bit too much? Husband’s fault.”
“Okay… don’t bite yourself, be good…”
When it stopped completely, it meant the roleplay was over.
Qin Huai held the sobbing little guy, changing from lying down to sitting up.
Duan Ke’s body went completely soft, boneless. Qin Huai avoided his overly sensitive areas, kissing him while praising him, occasionally squeezing the back of his neck to help Duan Ke adjust his breathing.
It took a long time to recover; Duan Ke really felt like he had died once.
The feeling of being chiseled open was too terrifying. Faced with almost impossible pleasure, the body really would break.
Duan Ke circled Qin Huai’s neck in lingering fear, still sobbing. He let Qin Huai rub his back, occasionally trembling slightly, seeking safety in the culprit’s arms.
“Next time, next time, can’t play so hard…”
Duan Ke’s eyes were glazed, murmuring, “…Thought I was going to die.”
Qin Huai smiled and kissed him. “Can’t die…”
He reached out and touched, showing the transparent fluid to Duan Ke, silently praising his exceptional endowment.
Duan Ke slapped Qin Huai’s hand away in embarrassment and anger. Qin Huai wasn’t annoyed, lowering his head to gently lick and kiss Duan Ke’s lips, praising him ceaselessly with a sighing tone.
Praised until he was smug, Duan Ke wagged his tail, humming twice with unclear meaning.
Qin Huai let Duan Ke rest for a few minutes, confirming his heart rate had slowly stabilized. Still connected, Qin Huai carried him into the bathroom to run hot water for the little guy’s bath.
Duan Ke was coaxed into drowsiness by Qin Huai’s very gentle movements, closing his eyes and enjoying the service in the bathtub.
The stuff in his stomach was completely locked in, bloating and uncomfortable. Qin Huai helped him clean other parts, then briefly cleaned himself, draining the water in the tub to prevent Duan Ke from drowning.
“Baby, wait for me.” Qin Huai kissed him. “I’ll go clean the sheets, two minutes.”
Duan Ke didn’t even have the strength to open his eyes. He covered his stomach with one hand, waving weakly to signal approval.
Qin Huai left the bathroom, and that delicious food scent withdrew with him. Duan Ke suddenly lost his sleepiness, lying on the edge of the tub, staring blankly in a daze.
They say it’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but Duan Ke felt this was another major error in human experience. Starving for so long, then suddenly eating so full—it was clearly very uncomfortable; he really felt a bit stuffed now.
Can this part of his really withstand such tossing? It won’t be broken by Qin Huai being filled too full or something, right?
Dwelling on this baffling question, Duan Ke fell into deep contemplation about his physical health. His hair hung down his forehead, pricking his eyes a little. Duan Ke casually brushed his blonde hair up, but was pricked by something sharp.
…What is this.
His brain, sluggish from being done, operated at turtle speed. When Duan Ke realized what the thing on his head was, his eyes widened instantly.
He scrambled out of the bathtub in a panic, looked in the mirror, and was startled by the familiar yet strange self in the reflection.
His demon horns had grown a size larger, and the color had become brighter red.
His features seemed unchanged everywhere, yet refined in detail. Duan Ke didn’t actually pay much attention to his looks, but looking at his face now, he had to admit he looked more befitting his identity as a succubus.
Why did this happen suddenly?
Sensing something, he looked down at the markings on his lower abdomen. The originally purple-red pattern was mixed with half gold, shimmering slightly with Duan Ke’s movements under the bright bathroom lights.
Duan Ke looked at his lower abdomen, reaching out hesitantly to pinch it. Qin Huai walked in just in time to see this scene, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“What’s wrong, can’t use the bathroom yourself? Need me to help?”
Duan Ke knew what he was talking about. Before his identity was exposed, he and Qin Huai played too crazy once and put in too much; Duan Ke really almost broke.
Getting up the next day, Duan Ke couldn’t go to the bathroom all morning. It was Qin Huai, half-forcing and half-coaxing, holding him like a child to help him get it out.
Duan Ke’s face flushed red, stammering that it wasn’t that.
Qin Huai didn’t say anything, squatting down to lift his shirt. He saw the changed magic marks, his expression stagnating slightly.
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