Part 2
Duan Ke-ball plucked leaves in the flower pot in bewilderment. He plucked all the leaves bald, and that person still didn’t come.
The ball was a bit angry, flying out of the flower pot wobbly. He saw the things those soldiers just moved in and placed in the hall; Qin Huai seemed to ignore them completely.
He had seen these things; they were things humans could eat.
The soldiers who tried to catch him the past few days would squat on the ground drinking this. They called this Nutrient Solution.
Duan Ke-ball hugged a nutrient solution bigger than himself, flying upstairs huffing and puffing.
Arriving at Qin Huai’s room, he found the boy had already closed his eyes, looking like he didn’t care at all that there was a monster downstairs.
This person even slept with discipline.
Duan Ke climbed onto his bed, but gasped in amazement, bewitched by the unbelievably soft sheets, rolling around enjoying himself first, then rolling into Qin Huai’s arms rubbing back and forth.
Qin Huai didn’t plan to react initially, but when Duan Ke tried to drill into his collar, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He picked the ball out, wrapped it in the quilt, wrapping it like a crepe wrapper.
Duan Ke accepted adversity meekly, softly enjoying the quilt.
After enjoying, Duan Ke broke free from the quilt, jumping on Qin Huai’s stomach.
He confirmed it; this person was very hungry now, hadn’t eaten for at least three days.
No wonder his blood tasted bitter! Sure enough, no strength to feed me because he wasn’t full!
Incompetent! Needs training!
Duan Ke-ball huffed angrily, twisting open the cap, trying to shove the nutrient solution into Qin Huai’s mouth.
Qin Huai stared at the dark circles under his eyes, sighing helplessly. He opened his eyes, pushing back.
“Don’t fuss.” Not fierce, a pacifying tone.
Duan Ke shoved again; Qin Huai refused again.
This time he simply took the nutrient solution from Duan Ke’s hand, screwed on the cap, and placed it on the bedside table.
This person, very picky eater!
Duan Ke-ball was tired, panting and resting by the bed, completely forgetting he was also a thorough little picky eater.
He thought for a moment, beady eyes lighting up instantly, flying downstairs whoosh whoosh.
…What is this thing doing.
Qin Huai was currently a living dead, no energy to care anymore. He frowned lying on the pillow, looking like he wished he could just sleep to death.
The seven or eight-year-old child had no sleepiness at all, opening his eyes somewhat hesitantly.
He looked at the ceiling without emotion, feeling the strength in his limbs drained dry, vision blurry.
Even when he first learned of his parents’ death, he didn’t have many thoughts. But now, he seemingly really felt a bit bored.
The fruit knife he had unconsciously brought up lay on the headboard. Qin Huai turned his head, looking at it quietly.
Not long after, a loud BOOM came from downstairs!
Qin Huai had no time to look at the knife, sitting up abruptly, hair messy from the rapid movement, looking a bit disheveled. His nose twitched slightly, smelling a very obvious scent of burning.
…What is that thing doing??
Qin Huai felt he was indeed muddled, saving even a monster. Now it probably wants to destroy the house, coming for revenge.
Qin Huai was extremely annoyed inside; this house was the last thing his parents left, and now it was going to be destroyed by him too?
Qin Huai walked downstairs with a gloomy face.
The burnt smell came from the kitchen, accompanied by black smoke.
Qin Huai walked in, hearing soft, hurried coughing. Looking at the pot with the bottom burned through, Qin Huai’s expression went blank for a moment. He immediately picked up the black pancake paralyzed on the floor, putting it under water for a quick rinse.
Duan Ke was black to begin with; the water turned black too, as if he had faded.
Washed clean, Duan Ke lay limp on Qin Huai’s palm, rubbing unconsciously twice. Qin Huai examined him over and over, confirming no burns, before secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
“I, cook.” Duan Ke gestured twice. “Pot exploded.”
Duan Ke’s pronunciation was very forced when speaking, as if trying very hard to imitate. Qin Huai paused, asking him: “How old are you?”
Duan Ke didn’t understand, tilting his head.
So Qin Huai changed to a phrasing a monster could understand: “How many days since you were born? Remember?”
Duan Ke counted on his fingers, raising two hands seriously. Qin Huai counted: eight fingers.
…Still an infant.
Eight days ago, exactly when the Great War happened.
How this little thing, born in such a terrifying place, managed to raise himself to be so timid and soft, Qin Huai simply couldn’t figure out.
So young, no wonder he could be stupid to this degree, and no wonder he didn’t have a single bad intention.
Extremely speechless inside, but indeed secretly coming alive. That emotion missing for a long time spread again, from his chest slowly to his limbs.
Qin Huai thought for a moment, walking out of the kitchen. He picked up a nutrient solution and sucked down a bottle.
The limbs that were a bit disobedient from hunger regained some sensation; he wasn’t that weak anymore.
Qin Huai tightened the cap, asking casually: “Did you want to scramble eggs?”
Scattered on the ground were burnt eggshells. Duan Ke-ball nodded frantically: “Eggs delicious.”
Qin Huai sighed, turning to walk into the kitchen.
He couldn’t figure out why on a day he planned to end himself, he would suddenly start cooking. Did he pick up an ancestor?
“Do you like eggs?” Duan Ke asked suddenly.
Qin Huai felt average about them, but still nodded. He asked Duan Ke what was up.
Duan Ke said: “It’s for you to eat. So need you to like.”
Qin Huai’s footsteps paused. He pointed at himself, voice hiding a muffled tone: “You want to cook for me?”
Duan Ke wagged his tail, nodding.
Qin Huai didn’t speak for a long time, but Duan Ke smelled his scent getting stronger and stronger, gulping down a mouthful of saliva.
Qin Huai laughed watching him, reaching out. Duan Ke squeezed his eyes shut abruptly, but felt his forehead being poked lightly.
“You be obedient.” Qin Huai flicked Duan Ke’s head gently, like coaxing him. “Be a bit good, understood?”
Duan Ke nodded; he was the best at being good. After all, succubi just didn’t have much attack power, born to be raised by humans.
So the little ball lay on the boy’s shoulder, acting as a soft pendant, receiving the first runny sunny-side-up egg of his demon life.
Duan Ke was very happy. He thought he had finally found a backer for life, ready to enjoy feeding forever, peacefully occupying the boy’s pillow for two days.
But two days later, his newly picked-up keeper was forcibly broken in by those soldiers, knocked out, and taken away.
〓 Author’s Note 〓
- Qin Huai had severe psychological trauma at the time; his actions are absolutely not worth learning. Psychological problems should be treated medically in time.
[Post-Marriage Mini Theater]
Today is Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine’s Day). Duan Ke decided to cook personally, letting his husband witness his culinary skills which were different from the past.
This was also the day Qin Huai rejoiced most about installing surveillance cameras all over the house. He installed these to satisfy his desire for control, and occasionally remote play with his wife, never expecting these things to protect his property safety.
Qin Huai killed the mission target at top speed, rushing home covered in blood. He expressionlessly extinguished the kitchen that had just caught fire, checked Duan Ke over and over, confirming he wasn’t injured, then fearfully kissed his fingers one by one.
“Wife, why suddenly think of cooking.” Qin Huai looked doting and helpless. “Haven’t I always done it since childhood? Husband can do this kind of thing…”
Duan Ke was unconvinced. He didn’t believe that as the King of Monsters, he couldn’t tame a sunny-side-up egg in his life. So on Qixi, Qin Huai held his wife’s hand, cooking the most dawdling yet happiest meal of his life.
Night was naturally an all-nighter too. Duan Ke clutched his stomach, hating himself for eating too full; he almost threw up, two organs filled one fuller than the other.
The two’s hands with wedding rings interlocked. Qin Huai let Duan Ke lie on him, gently kissing his beautiful shoulder that trembled occasionally.
“How come I didn’t see you were this bad when we were young…”
Duan Ke’s voice was shaking, carrying nasal tones from crying.
He suddenly spasmed all over again, gripping Qin Huai’s shoulder tightly. “Don’t move… really don’t move, still stuck…”
Wife cries so prettily.
Qin Huai laughed low twice, kissing him arrogantly. “But you still picked me… hmm?”
The two’s movements slowed down, kissing lazily for a long time. Duan Ke was dazed, almost falling asleep.
A second before falling asleep, he was picked up by Qin Huai. The man’s voice sounded low in his ear.
“Happy Qixi, Baby. I love you,” he said.
Translator’s Note: Just a quick note: “Qixi” is Chinese Valentine’s Day. Also, in the context of the story, “Keeper” refers to the human who provides vitality to the succubus, often through intimate means. The interactions here play heavily on the duality of Qin Huai being a ruthless Inquisitor to the world but completely devoted (and possessive) to Duan Ke. Enjoy the fluff!
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