Chapter 57 When We First Met

Duan Ke was indeed deeply troubled by Qin Huai's service pistol.

After all, it had just killed dozens of its own kind, and there was even some residual heat from the gunshot.

When the muzzle of the gun was against his back, Duan Ke felt a mixture of fear and excitement, which made him tremble all over and scream continuously.

But he only realized now that the thing he needed to be most wary of was not this gun, but another one.

...embedded in one's own body.

Duan Ke and her boyfriend have been sleeping in separate beds for four nights. She has left him alone for too long, which has resulted in the gun having too much ammunition.

Officer Qin was extremely skilled in interrogation and tortured the young prisoner with a gun three or four times.

More than two hours later, this hot weapon was still in good spirits, with no sign of running out of ammunition or food.

Moreover, not only Qin Huai had been hungry for a long time, but Duan Ke had also been hungry for a long time.

The body recovery ability of the Ancestral Succubus was too strong, and the part that held food had long since returned to its tight and green state, although this was not the master's subjective wish.

This caused Duan Ke to return to the pre-liberation era overnight.

The body that had been fed for a long time, was fully cooked, and had finally adapted a little bit, returned to its original state, and it was even extremely difficult to swallow it all.

"No..." Duan Ke tried his best to grab Qin Huai's arm, his voice trembling, "No, you, you stop for a moment..."

"I'm really, really full... Can you please hurry up..."

Duan Ke was now kneeling on the bed, his whole body wet as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He tilted his head back due to excessive stimulation, revealing his delicate Adam's apple. Qin Huai would occasionally reach out and gently press this beautiful and sensitive thing with his thumb, reminding Duan Ke to breathe in time.

"My stomach is definitely full."

Qin Huai uttered words of approval, but he casually bit the back of Duan Ke's neck. His large hand pressed gently on his abdomen, causing Duan Ke to convulse strangely for a few times, unable to even scream.

He couldn't kneel down, and Qin Huai supported him so that he didn't collapse completely, turning him into a small pool of cement that could be manipulated by anyone.

Qin Huai's lower body movements were forceful, but his upper body was eerily calm, his voice lacked any lust, and his self-control was so strong it was almost abnormal.

He bit Duan Ke's ear and asked him in an interrogative tone.

"Tell me how you use charm to seduce humans."

"High frequency?"

"So bad."

"How did you manage to get away with stealing the information? Did you also lure the people who discovered you that way? Hmm... you're holding on so tightly, was I right?"

Qin Huai was completely outspoken, and every word he said hit that overly soft part.

Duan Ke struggled like a drowning fish, only to be slapped on the buttocks. The slaps were not heavy, but full of punishment.

The colder Qin Huai's tone, the more ferocious his actions became. This sense of disconnection made Duan Ke's mind a mess, and he completely lost the ability to think.

With one last push, that soft place was finally forced open, and Qin Huai's penis was barely able to get in a small part.

Duan Ke's whole body stiffened, and all the sounds were stuck in his throat.

He was shaking all over and completely out of control. His tail was tightly wrapped around Qin Huai's arm, and his palms were scratching Qin Huai's back desperately, leaving deep scratches. Sweet blood kept oozing out and falling into the white sheets.

...overflowed.

Duan Ke had no idea what came out of him that could have made the bed sheets look so horrible.

But he had lost the ability to distinguish, and completely forgot the role he was playing. He collapsed and could only cry, his words were incoherent, and he kept calling out "husband, brother, and superior" randomly.

He had never experienced this feeling before. It was like going straight to heaven and falling straight to hell.

The brain is completely unable to think and has been forcibly turned into a broken sensory organ.

Duan Ke murmured, saying it felt so good while shouting for help, as if something had broken down, and her uncontrollable tears almost never stopped.

Just before he completely collapsed, Qin Huai embraced him in a strong and warm embrace. His back was patted regularly by a big hand, and soothing kisses fell generously.

"Baby, that's great."

Qin Huai patted her back and coaxed her, "You cooperated very well... Didn't you go a little too far? It's my husband's fault."

"Okay... stop biting yourself, be good..."

When you stop completely, it means the performance is over.

Qin Huai held the crying little guy and sat up from lying down.

Duan Ke's body was completely limp, boneless. Qin Huai avoided his sensitive spots, praising him while kissing him, occasionally pinching the back of his neck to help Duan Ke regulate his breathing.

After finally recovering, Duan Ke really felt like he had died a round of death.

The feeling of being chiseled open is terrible. When the body faces almost impossible happiness, it will really break down.

Duan Ke clung to Qin Huai's neck, still sobbing, filled with fear. Qin Huai held him on the back, occasionally shaking gently, seeking a sense of security in the arms of the culprit.

"Next time, next time, don't play like this..."

Duan Ke's eyes widened as he murmured, "...I thought I was going to die."

Qin Huai smiled and kissed him, "You won't die..."

He reached out and touched it again, then showed the transparent thing to Duan Ke, silently praising his extraordinary talent.

Duan Ke angrily slapped Qin Huai's hand away. Qin Huai didn't think anything of it. He lowered his head and gently licked and kissed Duan Ke's lips, praising him continuously with a sighing tone.

Duan Ke was proud of the praise. He wagged his tail and snorted twice in an ambiguous manner.

Qin Huai let Duan Ke rest for a few minutes, confirming that his heartbeat had gradually stabilized. With the connection still established, Qin Huai carried him into the bathroom and ran some hot water for the little guy's bath.

Duan Ke was lulled into sleep by Qin Huai's gentle movements. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the service in the bathtub.

The contents of his stomach were completely blocked, making him feel uncomfortable. Qin Huai helped him clean the rest of his body, cleaned himself briefly, and drained the bathtub 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 and waved it weakly, indicating approval.

Qin Huai left the bathroom, and the delicious smell of food followed him out. Duan Ke suddenly lost his sleepiness and leaned against the wall of the bathtub, staring blankly.

They say it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but Duan Ke felt that this was another major flaw in human experience. He'd been hungry for so long, and then suddenly overeating was already uncomfortable, and now he felt really bloated.

Could this part of his body really withstand this kind of torture? Would Qin Huai damage it by filling it too full or something?

Duan Ke fell into deep contemplation about his health at this inexplicable question. His hair hung down on his forehead, a little irritating to the eyes. Duan Ke casually lifted his golden hair, but it was pricked by a sharp object.

...What is this.

His brain, which had been made very slow, was working at a snail's pace. When Duan Ke figured out what was on his head, his eyes suddenly widened.

He hurried out of the bathtub, glanced in the mirror, and was startled by the familiar yet unfamiliar self in the mirror.

His devil horns grew larger and became brighter red.

His facial features seemed to be unchanged, but the details were much more refined. Duan Ke hadn't really paid much attention to his appearance, but now that he was looking at his face, he had to admit that his appearance was more in line with his succubus identity.

Why did this happen suddenly?

He seemed to sense something and glanced down at the lines on his abdomen. The originally purple-red pattern, now half-tinted with gold, flickered slightly in the bright bathroom light as Duan Ke moved.

Duan Ke looked at her lower abdomen, hesitantly reaching out and pinching it. Qin Huai came in and saw this scene, and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What's wrong? Can't you go to the bathroom by yourself? Do you want me to help you?"

Duan Ke knew what he was talking about. Before his identity was exposed, he and Qin Huai had played too hard and did it too many times, and Duan Ke was almost broken.

The next day, Duan Ke had been unable to go to the bathroom the entire morning. Qin Huai had half-forced him, half-cajoled him, and used the child-like position to help him get out.

Duan Ke's face turned red and he stammered that it was not.

Qin Huai said nothing, but squatted down and lifted his clothes. He saw the changing magic patterns on them, and his expression froze slightly.

The magic pattern is golden.

Most high-level monsters have special patterns on their bodies, which represent the strength of their magic power.

Qin Huai has been killing monsters for so many years, but he has never seen the golden magic pattern once, he has only heard of it.

Even those who have heard of it, there is only one.

The monster was so powerful and ferocious that it was called a god by the military academy and other monsters.

More than a decade ago, he tried to raze a small country to the ground, and thus a war between humans and demons broke out.

His parents died in that war.

Qin Huai looked at the ominous magic pattern, but he was not surprised at all.

He reached out and pinched the soft flesh that was growing plump, saying, "It's just secondary differentiation. Don't worry, you're not pregnant."

Duan Ke was easily teased into becoming like a little kettle, hesitating and so obedient that he couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

Qin Huai chuckled, picked up the small kettle, and gently pinched the soft flesh around Duan Ke's waist, then walked out of the office as if no one was around.

Qin Huai didn't show anything, but he did feel much more at ease.

Perhaps Duan Ke didn't need as much protection as she thought. He was much stronger and more resilient than she imagined, a lover she could be reassured and proud of.

-

Qin Huai drove the car along the wide night road. Duan Ke sat in the passenger seat, playing Snake.

They spend a lot of time being quiet, but they don't feel awkward; instead, they feel very comfortable.

While waiting at traffic lights, Duan Ke would lean towards the driver's seat for a quick kiss, or show Qin Huai his Snake records and some photos.

"Look, brother, I went to this new store with my friends yesterday. The ice cream is delicious. Please go with me again next time."

Qin Huai hummed and asked, "Is this ball your friend?"

Duan Ke initially thought he was talking about ice cream, but after a moment of confusion, he realized that Qin Huai was talking about the small black ball in the camera.

"Uh...yes. He's a good succubus! Brother, you can't catch him."

Qin Huai thought about it. He had seen this ball before. It was the one Duan Ke had put in his pocket when he came to his house to help him treat his wound.

He didn't care about the ball; he cared about something else. Qin Huai asked, "Can you also become like this? A ball with a tail and horns?"

The red light was still several dozen seconds away. Duan Ke nodded and said, "Sure, it will be much easier to move when the ball is changing."

For example, stealing information and sneaking into the administration.

Qin Huai smiled silently, "Very cute. Can you show me how to do it when we get home?"

Duan Ke imagined revealing his true form before the Inquisitor himself, and his entire body shuddered. He still hadn't fully adapted to his boyfriend's new identity, and firmly refused the request.

Qin Huai didn't care. Even if Duan Ke didn't let him see it now, he would have to show it to him in bed.

The green light came on, and the two stopped talking. Qin Huai concentrated on driving.

Occasionally, car horns blared, and street lights shone on Duan Ke's profile. His eyes sparkled, and occasionally, he'd light up easily when his little snake dominated the entire game interface.

Arriving at his doorstep, Qin Huai drove the car into the basement. A cute puppy, held on a leash by its owner, passed by. Duan Ke leaned against the car window, let out a cry, and waved at Qin Huai with his back turned.

"Brother, look, this puppy is so cute!"

No one behind me responded.

Duan Ke asked several times, but Qin Huai didn't respond. He was stunned for a moment and looked over in confusion.

Qin Huai is no longer sitting in the seat.

It was a person who looked exactly like him, but covered in blood. He smiled strangely and looked at Duan Ke with great complacency.

Duan Ke: ...

Fortunately, he knew in advance that this was a monster, not a ghost. Otherwise, he would have been frightened to death.

Duan Ke recalled the incident of Helekla being bitten and figured out why her boyfriend suddenly disappeared. The thief stole Helekla's space tear and moved Qin Huai to another place.

The monster didn't say much and rushed forward, obviously wanting to swallow Duan Ke.

Duan Ke smelled the stench of blood and corpses on the other party, and his brows were tightly furrowed. He pinched the tip of his nose and used his tail to hit the monster's outstretched hand. The hand rolled directly to the ground.

The two monsters stared at the bloody arm in the car and fell silent.

Duan Ke:?

Dream Demon: ???

Aren't you in a cold war with him?

The dream demon's voice was filled with anger. [Why did your magic power recover so quickly... and even undergo a secondary differentiation?!]

After hearing this, Duan Ke suddenly understood.

Tonight was the night of the full moon, the time when the succubi were at their weakest. Furthermore, before eating tonight, Duan Ke was indeed very hungry, after all, he hadn't had a proper meal in four days.

But unfortunately, he had just been fed by Qin Huai once, in Qin Huai's office which was highly guarded and could not be seen by any monster.

"You are so stupid." Duan Ke looked at the other person and sighed deeply.

He said it with genuine emotion, "I've never seen a monster as dumb as you! And you're so unlucky."

The attack was so powerful that the Dream Demon was left with an afterimage, but was unable to fight back and collapsed silently on the spot.

Duan Ke did not forget what Qin Huai said, that he should swallow him in one gulp to prevent future troubles.

But Duan Ke had never used a spell that directly devoured magic power, so she was a bit unskilled. Furthermore, the thing was extremely smelly, and Duan Ke, a succubus who loved cleanliness, couldn't bring herself to swallow it. She hesitated for a moment, grinding her fangs.

At that moment, the villain, knowing the situation, immediately fled. He turned into a small ball and jumped out of the car window.

Duan Ke tried to catch up in a hurry, but the car door wouldn't open.

This thing wasn't very powerful, but it was very good at stealing spells and setting up barriers. If Duan Ke tried to force his way out, he would have to blow up his boyfriend's Maybach.

Duan Ke hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't bear to give up the Maybach. He fiercely swung his long tail at the dream demon's back, using a long-range charm technique.

The dream demon screamed, and some of his magic power was sucked away by Duan Ke.

Duan Ke lowered his eyes and looked at the tip of his tail. It was trembling slightly with excitement, absorbing fresh magic power.

It was as if a missing part of himself had returned to his body. Duan Ke felt as if a ball of soft cotton was stuffed into his empty chest, and the part that had been empty for too long was filled again.

...Such an evil monster made of corpses.

Was it ever a part of yourself?

Duan Ke felt complicated when he thought of Qin Huai wearing a military uniform and executing monsters without any emotion.

But he didn't have time to think too much.

Because his consciousness was in a trance for a moment, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had turned into a ball again, with two short black front paws in his sight.

Is this a dream again?

Duan Ke flapped his wings and looked around. This was a large garden, and it was raining heavily. His vision was blurry, but the touch was real. Duan Ke knew that this was his real experience, but he had forgotten it.

Duan Keqiu flew to a spot and stopped. He saw a child holding flowers, standing in the rain in front of a tombstone. The child didn't cry and even stood straight, but Duan Ke could somehow tell that this child was unhappy.

Who is it?

Duan Keqiu flew forward, trying to land on the man's shoulder, but before he could reach him, he was grabbed by a hand.

Duan Ke hummed twice and pressed his claws against the man's fingers. A pair of young but cold eyes looked over at him without warmth, meeting the small ball in his hand.

The little ball stopped moving and struggling, its small eyes widened.

...It was Qin Huai, Qin Huai who was seven or eight years old.

Duan Ke suddenly understood what this dream was trying to tell him.

This was his long-forgotten first meeting with Qin Huai.