How's the script for Chapter 44?

Hillland thought it was a gift, so he pinched it, then looked down and saw his cheeks begin to flush with a clear pink.

Thumb cuffs.

Hillland's mind went blank. He had heard of this before, but didn't know much about it, only that it could be used to handcuff prisoners.

But the fact that Sersia gave this to him now is enough to show what they're planning to do.

Hillland almost became mute.

Do you want to play this?

Sersia still held his waist, hummed in response, her ears burning as well, "There are some more things."

He prepared some harmless interrogation supplies, such as ropes, thumb cuffs, modified stun guns, batons, and the First Army uniform that had been washed after the last use.

"Would you like to give it a try, my lord?"

He gently wrapped his warm palms around his waist, and Sersia suddenly smiled and asked him, "Do you want to be an officer or a criminal?"

Hillland, with his innocent and pure nature, suddenly became incredibly popular, and for the first time, he found answering questions exceptionally difficult.

Hillland felt he would be mortified if he played this game.

Seeing that the human didn't react or speak, Sersia released his hand, slowly walked around to Hillan's front, and gently kissed his lips.

Hillan's heart pounded like a drum, almost bursting out of his chest. He closed his eyes, unlocked the thumb cuffs on his hands, and handcuffed them to Sersia's hands.

Hillland wanted to be a military officer; he had never held such a powerful position before.

"I'll do it, I want to give it a try."

Sersia's heart was beating just as fast. Hillan moved gently, handcuffing him before ending the kiss.

Sersia didn't know how Hillland would behave, but he knew him very well. Perhaps, given his personality traits, it would be difficult to proceed if Hillland were a criminal.

Sersia suddenly curved her lips into a slight smile, the curve so gentle it was almost imperceptible.

In his eyes, Hillan has always been a reserved and gentle figure. Perhaps this character is also very interesting to play, and when trying new things, perhaps it will give this innocent human a chance to be more tolerant.

Hillland changed into the platinum uniform that Sersia had bought for him. He and Sersia were similar in build, only slightly taller, so it didn't look strange on him; on the contrary, it gave him a different kind of aura.

The brim of Hillan's hat cast a slight shadow. He had excellent bone structure, but his features were soft and elegant. His temperament was softened by the military uniform, lacking the coldness and ruthlessness of Sersia.

He seemed only suited to sit in a high position as a chief arbitrator, a politician, or an aristocrat—high-profile yet unassuming, exuding a simple nobility and tranquility.

Hillland picked up the stun gun, which had been modified to only release a weak current that would not cause any harm to the body, only a harmless tingling and slight stinging.

If this had happened before, Hillan would never have imagined that he would one day point a weapon at his lover.

Sersia suddenly laughed, his expression deep. He lazily walked towards Hillland, raised his bound hands, and slowly sat down on the sofa. "Even if you tie me up, I won't say a word."

99 was already dizzy from taking pictures of the two of them, and then, with a look of utter disappointment, gave Hillland, who had absolutely no knowledge, a data package.

99 whispered a devilish voice in his ear, "These are all my treasures!!! Hurry up and take them. You're a good actor, so learn from me!!!"

Hillland accepted the data package sent by the system with shame. When he saw the title, Hillland's vision went black and he almost blushed on the spot.

Ahhhhhh, why are they all sluts/dogs/doubles/highs/ns?

What exactly is the system looking at?!

However, Hillan, who had been stuffed with a bunch of information, quickly grasped its essence.

He was stern-faced, raised the stun gun in his hand, and pressed it directly against Sersia's chest, a half-smile on his face. "You think I can't do anything to you like this?"

The cold, hard stun gun hurt, but Hillland didn't seem to consciously hold back. It pressed against his chest, gradually moving upwards, stopping at his vulnerable Adam's apple.

Hillland said coldly, "I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

Sersia seemed quite interested. He leaned back on the sofa, legs slightly apart, just like any other fearless criminal.

“Oh,” Sersia said with a smile, “what method will you use to get me to agree, sir?”

Hillland had the system simulate the intensity of the modified stun gun. After experiencing it himself, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, slowly moved the end upwards, and pressed it against his lips with extreme humiliation, looking down at him condescendingly, "Like this."

A faint but tingling electric current swept through the entire oral cavity.

Sersia swallowed it, and Hillan, being toyed with like this, left him feeling momentarily empty and disoriented.

It overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

A few glistening drops of saliva.

Hillland pulled the stun gun back, and as Sersia collapsed forward from exhaustion, Hillland caught his chin firmly in his palm.

He looked down at him, his gloved fingertips gently wiping away the saliva clinging to Sersia's lips, his voice low and slightly sighing, "Darling, you look so pathetic."

He pressed against her lips and slipped them inside, his fingertips feeling the wetness and heat of Sersia's lips through the glove.

If you can't say it, then don't say it.

With a composed and refined demeanor, Hillland slowly withdrew her hand, smiling, "She's actually kind of cute."

Sersia's face was flushed, and she glared at him through gritted teeth.

Hillland raised an eyebrow, patted his face lightly, and grasped his hair with a gentle yet undeniably forceful gesture, compelling Sersia to look up at him.

Hillland smiled and said, "Darling, what kind of look is that?"

Sersia coldly uttered two words, "You're truly despicable."

Hillland pondered for a moment, then, faced with the choice between giving her a light slap and throwing her onto the bed as punishment, he chose to go along with Sersia's storyline.

Hillland smiled broadly as he pressed the stun gun against a certain spot.

“You’re right,” Hillland said condescendingly, accepting the title with a smile, almost without wavering, as he pressed the button. “I am indeed despicable.”

Everything collapsed.

Sersia was distracted and kept thinking that suggesting this game was a completely wrong decision.

Humans learn so quickly and adapt so well that he completely grasped the scale of the entire process, allowing him to continuously reach the threshold.

floor.

It's wet.

Hillland used a stun gun to push him away.

Both legs.

He held his hands above him with one hand and said, "It's rare to see a female insect as outstanding as you. It's just a pity that you're still stubborn even when you're about to die, and you insist on forcing me to torture you."

Hillland smiled, lowered her eyes, pinched his cheek, and said softly, "What will your subordinates think when they see you like this after you've been captured?"

Sersia was still damp and could no longer hear what the male insect was saying. She only felt a force flip her over.

Several voices came from behind.

"You all look like you'd rather die than be marked by a male insect, you're afraid of becoming a male insect's slave, aren't you?"

Hillan's interest grew stronger, and Sersia almost lost her balance.

"I'd love to know your expression after you woke up and found yourself mating with the male insect you despise the most."

It seems so.

In the storm, by the waves,

The boat being pounded.

Hillland grabbed his neck from behind and chuckled, "When the time comes, if you want pheromones, come begging to me."

The next day, Cecilia was completely disintegrated.

It was as if Hillland had unlocked his full potential, keeping the pleasure at the perfect point so that he wouldn't feel uneasy or afraid. Many of the actions were within his tolerance. After they were done, Hillland would be the obedient Hillland, holding him and looking at him with a very innocent expression.

Then the second round began, and Hillland was very particular about fairness.

“You’ve gone too far. Next time, baby will be the officer and I’ll be the criminal. How about we change the script? I’ll be the criminal you need to control because I’m too hard to tame and you’ll have to resort to some drastic measures.”

Thus, the pairing of a vicious, mad criminal and a cold, suave military officer came about.

When the military boots stepped on his face, Hillan's first reaction was to be so embarrassed he felt like he was going to die, but he still continued acting for the sake of Sersia's experience.

She kissed the tip of his black boots passionately and directly.

Do you think you can humiliate me this way?

Hillan's black hair was disheveled, her clothes were open, and there was a faint handprint on the corner of her lips.

He laughed wildly, "Darling, I'd love to please you."

Sersia's mind went completely blank. He said coldly, "You really are disgusting."

The latter half of the night was filled with chaos again.

It was actually really hard for Hillan to continue acting at his place; Sersia hadn't been cleaned up yet and was still sucking on it.

The performance continues.

Thinking of this, Hillan almost lost his composure.

After playing all night, they were all tired. They took a hot shower and went straight to the second bedroom to sleep. Hillland still liked pure love. He held Sersia and did nothing, simply wrapping his arms around his waist and whispering intimately in the night.

"I actually feel really shy acting in these kinds of roles, but I didn't let you see it. Next time we're doing this, let's do something pure love."

Sersia hummed in response, his voice hoarse, a consequence of going too far.

Have you come up with a script yet?

Hillland earnestly and somewhat shyly recounted the script he had envisioned: "I'll play a wayward youth who grew up in brothels. You're my customer, and you can't bear to see me like this, so you take me home to discipline me. But I'm naturally inclined to seduce people, so when you take me home, I assume you're going to keep me as your mistress/seduce me, and then you discipline me, like spanking me or something."

Hillland became more and more excited as he spoke.

He happily kissed Sersia's cheek several times and whispered, "You think I'm too young to discipline me like this, but I never learn and even try to seduce you every night."

"Then one day you finally couldn't resist and slept with me. And then I felt happy for the first time in my life when I wasn't numb from pleasing a customer."

After saying that, Hillan solemnly applied the patch.

"Of course, I haven't worked with anyone else on this script."

After he finished speaking, his eyes sparkled as he stood up, grabbed Sersia and shook her a few times, saying, "How about it? How about it? I'll call you 'sir' then."

"Or my brother would be fine too."

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Author's note: I'll start the next map after I finish writing the play I want to write.

It won't be long before Hillan calls me "husband" [glasses]