Chapter Two: Strangers Reunited
Loku was sweating profusely.
Is this guy really his genius younger brother, Huan?
Two months have passed, and according to Elsa's wishes, she will send him back to that world tomorrow.
but--
The shooting training is over. The results were 9 misses and 1 hit that scored 2 rings!
Not only shooting, but also hand-to-hand combat, reconnaissance... every special training exercise was a complete mess, and his superpowers were not awakened at all.
Is someone with this level of skill really qualified to go there and carry out a mission?
Huan sat on the ground, panting heavily. When it came to his grievances, he was much more aggrieved than Luo Ku.
He was living a perfectly good life, studying at university and working part-time. But he was dragged to this godforsaken place. These people kept calling him "sir," and two siblings suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but they showed no mercy when torturing him.
He was subjected to bizarre training every day, like being trained as an assassin in a police thriller, and the workload was ridiculously excessive. Luckily, the "sister" said it would only take two months, and then she would send him back; otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have made it.
It's been almost two months.
Although he was definitely fired from the bar job, he could still find other jobs and there was still time to retake the exams.
Hopefully, these people won't haunt him like ghosts after he gets back.
...
I woke up from a deep sleep to find myself in an unfamiliar place.
Have they returned yet?
Huan seems to have become accustomed to this so-called "spatial transfer".
But what kind of weird place is this?
besides--
"University Student Huan—"
The man was standing respectfully beside him.
It was the same couple who had arrested him last time.
My head hurts; it really won't go away.
"Alright, you've finished bringing me back. Can you go back now?" he said, suppressing his frustration.
"No, that won't do! It's only just begun. We'll stay with you the whole time."
The woman looked completely at ease.
All the time? Are you kidding me! Are you suggesting I take all these weirdos to school?
“I am Peso, and she is Qina. We are your servants, so of course we follow you.” The man respectfully brought him a cup of coffee.
Servant?
Has this kind of horrific dream not ended yet?
Peso handed him a small notebook.
When I opened it, I almost bit my tongue!
Graduation certificate? You've already graduated? All grades were A's? When did that happen?
“If you want to graduate, it’s very simple, Huan. And there’s no time for you to waste any more time in that kind of school.”
It would be far too easy for the Nobisola family to do something like this. He finally understood.
So this is—
“This is Nobisola Manor, your home,” China answered quickly.
It really is the Norbisola Manor.
It's very luxurious, but he still prefers his own rented room, which is only a dozen square meters.
"So what's next?" he asked helplessly. "What does it mean that I don't have time to study? What do you need me to do?"
He could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.
But he finally understood: the fact that they went to such lengths to find him, whatever their purpose, at least proved he was useful. Only by going along with these people's wishes and getting things done could he possibly return to his own world. Like completing a level in a game.
Now... that's all I can think about it.
"My lord, please look—"
Peso showed a satisfied expression at his reaction.
An automatic projector extends from the wall, displaying a map.
"This is a map of the surrounding areas of the largest oil-producing countries. Recently, conflicts with some powerful nations over oil prices have escalated dramatically. Our secret intelligence indicates that an organized group is supplying them with large quantities of military equipment and supplies, inciting war, and has gained the support of many warmongers in the region. War is now imminent..."
"You're not asking me to stop the war, are you? That's outrageous!"
Even the Nobisola family couldn't possibly organize a war between nations!
“The organization providing the military supplies is—the Noah Travel Group.” Biso said gravely. “And there are reliable sources that they plan to take advantage of the war to destroy all the local oil fields.”
Huan felt her heart leap into her throat.
If it were them, they wouldn't care about the outcome of the war at all; they would only want massive human casualties. Moreover, the oil field issue would not only cause a global oil shortage and disrupt order, but the pollution alone would be irreversible for a very long time... It would be a devastating disaster.
“Let’s stop Noah’s tour group! As long as they can’t move, things won’t get so bad!” he blurted out.
I regretted it a little after I said it.
According to Elsa, those people have been transformed over hundreds of years and are no longer purely human. Should I... really go against those monsters?
However, I would feel resentful if I didn't do it.
...
"Are you sure there are no problems?"
Elsa sat on the swing holding her doll, while Loku pushed her along, looking quite troubled.
"No problem! Push it up a little higher!" Elsa didn't care at all.
It would be strange if there were no problems. Noah and his group haven't made such a big move in a long time, and they actually let someone with only that level of skill take charge! If they fail, not only will it be difficult to make up for, but they might even lose a whole string of lives!
No, it will definitely fail.
Elsa's ideas have been getting crazier lately.
"Brother Loku—" Elsa had no way to deal with this kind of warrior brother; she still preferred Brother Huan.
"ah?"
“Brother Luo Ku—” It’s a bit boring that she always has to explain so clearly before he moves. “If you were Brother Huan, and someone pulled you into a strange world, gave you a strange identity, and told you a lot of stories that you don’t know if they’re true or not, and then asked you to kill someone! Even if you believed them, would you obediently listen to them and kill someone? For ordinary people, killing is a very serious matter!”
Loku was stunned; he hadn't expected this.
"What Brother Huan lacks now is enlightenment!"
"Could it be?"
"Biso and China are only two people. Even if Huan-gege is still as strong as he was back then, it's too risky for this combination to deal with such a large-scale operation. What do you think we should do?"
Loku suddenly realized.
Watching Loku's hurried departure, Elsa smiled faintly in the breeze.
That's right, the one who really needs to fight is you, Brother Loku.
As for Huan-gege, this was merely a test of his resolve. Let him witness firsthand what a living hell truly is; only by experiencing it firsthand can he truly feel the deep hatred for the mastermind behind it all…
Hate until you completely forget love.
...
The experience of flying on a private jet wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined.
The thought of arriving at a place soon to be engulfed in war sends chills down my spine.
However, after getting off the plane, I realized that everything was completely different from what I had imagined.
It's a very wealthy little country with a thriving commercial sector and plenty of entertainment options; even the hotels are just as good as those in other places. People stroll calmly through the streets, as if nothing has happened.
Did Elsa get the information wrong?
My nerves relaxed, and my mood improved considerably. Let the bewildered Peso slowly contact headquarters; since I'm here, I should at least make the most of my time.
Using the excuse of going to the toilet, he secretly shook off Qina, who was always following him, and suddenly felt free, even the air around him became free.
China gave him a strange capsule on the plane, and now he finally understands what it is—he can understand the locals perfectly, which is a good thing she did. How wonderful it would be if he could use this for his university foreign language exams!
However, he had already graduated from university.
Suddenly remembering this incident, he felt somewhat unhappy. Whether he could get his graduation certificate or not, whether he had to work hard to pay his tuition fees... that was his own life. He didn't like this unnatural outcome at all.
It's so frustrating to think about. How can I end this life of being manipulated by others?
"You're not happy being treated like a puppet, are you?"
"Yes, of course... but I don't know..."
Wait a minute? Who?
Following the other person's question and thoughts, a person suddenly appeared, a somewhat familiar voice...
This kind of thing seems to have happened before!
The person, with a completely harmless expression, had somehow appeared behind him—
The man under the tree in the abandoned library last time!
The man who did something very perverted to him!
The man who gave him that terrible badge!
"you……"
No, I can't move my legs, and I can't even speak!
I regret dumping China and Bisso.
This person is from Noah's Travel Group. If I run or shout, I will definitely be killed!
"We meet again, are you so excited you can't speak?"
His wicked laughter drew closer and closer to my ear… his soft, moist tongue… his breath as hot as that day…
It climbed up his cheek...
Reject him! Push him away!
What is this guy doing?!
Why do I have no strength at all?
"Just a simple greeting, and you're already completely exhausted?" He stopped moving, gently pressing his index finger against his lips. "Next time, I'll greet you here."
What kind of greeting is this?
That bastard!
Wait a minute... what is he trying to do?
I easily pulled him into my arms... my eyelids... feel so heavy...
...
The midday sun shone through the curtains onto the people still fast asleep in the room.
Huan squinted, intending to turn over and continue sleeping.
He didn't have that nightmare, a rare good night's sleep. He felt surrounded by a warm atmosphere, and felt very at ease; nothing could frighten him...
etc!
It seems like something happened before...
He reluctantly opened his eyes, hoping for the first time that he was having a nightmare—
Unfortunately, that's a pity.
The man was leaning against the window, wrapped only in a bath towel, his healthy complexion clearly visible. His long, jet-black hair was dazzling in the sunlight.
Yes, just as he thought, it's a very pleasing sight.
...What am I thinking again...?
Huan pounded his head hard!
That guy is a monster from Noah's Travel Group! At a time like this, where life and death are at stake, he's still having wild thoughts!
Let me reorganize my thoughts—
He came to this country to stop the tour group's scheme, but upon arrival, he discovered the information was completely different from Elsa's. Lowering his guard, he secretly slipped away from Peso and China to enjoy some shopping... and then... though he desperately wanted to remember—he encountered that jinx again! Then, inexplicably, he fainted...
Finally, he woke up and found himself sleeping naked in a hotel suite, with this perverted guy right beside him!
Calm down! The other person is a man too! This isn't about feeling awkward because you're naked!
But! That guy is a pervert!
Imagine his actions from the previous two times...
My face must be burning hot right now, oh dear! What am I being shy about? Escaping is the most important thing right now!
"Is that expression on your face because you have some expectations of me?"
Heng turned around, still very gentle.
Thinking about it carefully, every time I see him, he always has that gentle expression and speaks to me in a very gentle way, looking completely harmless... Is there something wrong with him? How could someone like that be a monster from a tour group?
"Don't come any closer!"
Huan pulled the bed sheet up to cover her body. Regardless of who he was, there was no doubt he was a pervert!
Unfortunately, his words had no deterrent effect whatsoever, and Heng still walked up to him with a smile.
"Then I'm really sorry to have disappointed you." Heng reached out and gently stroked his cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Last night was truly a difficult night. Holding him in my arms, letting him rest his head on my shoulder, he looked so sweet as he slept, his soft body pressed tightly against me, and... I was even calling his name.
Do you remember? Even after reincarnation, the name of the most important person is still sealed away in the subconscious.
But he held back. He decided to stay put until he fully remembered himself... if he could bear it.
"I have no expectations of you! Did you knock me unconscious and bring me here? Are you from Noah's Travel Group?"
Huan shook off his hand and turned her face away.
"Oh my, you're still so cute when you're angry! I didn't do anything, I just picked up people who randomly fainted on the street and took them home."
He spread his hands, looking completely innocent.
I really didn't do anything... I just blew some sleeping pills into his ear...
"So you really are a member of that tour group?"
"Ah, I guess so."
If so, what would you do? Compared to your choice back then, there must be some changes, right?
"If you haven't done anything, let me go back!"
Huan felt a pang of sadness, for no particular reason, but the guy's admission left him inexplicably disappointed. It was like a lamb bargaining with a big bad wolf… What could he do? He had no recourse…
Before, whether in the orphanage or at school, he was always full of self-confidence, until he was brought to that damned alternate dimension, and everything changed. Faced with a group of monsters, he was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.
The waiter rang the doorbell at that exact moment.
This guy is truly baffling. He kidnapped someone here and then brazenly ordered food delivery... It seems they really have no regard for the law.
The waiter, who seemed quite ordinary, remained calm and composed despite their...unusual and ambiguous behavior. He accepted the tip and politely withdrew.
But he couldn't call for help—otherwise, that guy would kill the waiter too… without hesitation. Because he was part of the tour group.
Do you know where this place is?
ah?
"The most famous BL honeymoon hotel in this country!"
Heng smiled smugly and succinctly revealed his confusion.
"What the hell?! How could such a horrible place exist!" he cursed silently.
"Why didn't you call for help? You clearly had a chance just now. Were you afraid I would kill that person? You were barely able to protect yourself, yet you still thought about others. You're really kind-hearted." He understood, completely understood.
That's what makes his ring so endearing.
"Isn't it right to avoid unnecessary sacrifices?" Huan found a bathrobe on his pillow, got up, put it on, and sat down at the food cart to start his lunch.
I didn't want to talk to him, and besides, he was indeed hungry.
He figured he'd fill his stomach first and then figure out how to escape. He realized he was starting to get used to this absurd and terrifying life, and besides... Peso and China would definitely find a way to save him!
"Ah—" Heng brought the cut steak to his mouth.
Huan glanced at it, then decided not to refuse and accepted it all.
Only by making the enemy lower their guard can we have a chance to escape... but it's so awkward that it's hard to swallow.
"Hey—I can manage on my own, don't bother me while I'm eating." He couldn't help himself.
“I’m not called ‘Hey’.” Heng raised his eyebrows. “My name is Heng. Nice to meet you.”
...Heng...
Huan stopped what he was doing for a moment. They were complete strangers, with strange, unfamiliar names, yet… why did something strange seem to be brewing inside him, a bittersweet feeling that made him want to cry…
"What, does my name sound familiar?"
"Uh, of course not."
You were calling out this name even when you were asleep, my Huan… Thinking of his adorable sleeping face, Heng couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Hey, oh no, Heng—”
Huan put down his cutlery, and whether he was full or the name had affected his appetite, he declared that he had finished eating.
"Huh?" Heng picked up a napkin and wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth. "Don't move, you look like a cat that just stole some fish."
“I said you—” He frowned and pushed away his kindness, continuing the topic that the waiter had interrupted, “Since you said I was picked up, then let me go back now!”
Heng smiled without saying a word.
Elsa, that clever little devil, was up to no good, and he didn't want to get in the way. She was still a long way off when it came to playing mind games with him.
"Say something!" Huan said urgently.
"As an after-dinner pastime, let me tell you something interesting." He interrupted him, "This is something you won't hear from Elsa."
Huan was startled. Did he know Elsa?
Heng produced a photograph as if by magic and tossed it onto the bed next to him.
The people in the photo are actually Bisso and China!
So, he knows about both of them!
"If you're hoping they'll save you, I advise you to save your breath." Heng completely dismissed his astonished expression. "This is advice. Although I don't like using bloody methods to bully the weak, sometimes I do it."
A threat? No, it's a blatant threat!
But how could the Nobisola family, who were his enemies, possibly be afraid of such a threat! He reassured himself.
“Biso and China aren’t family; they’re just servants.” He deliberately countered, “Didn’t even Elsa tell you that?”
"Pshaw! What difference does it make!"
They did mention servants and such, and that form of address had always bothered him. But what did it matter!
"There are many things your lovely Elsa hasn't told you the truth. Do you want to hear them?"
Huan nodded involuntarily.
Whether it's true or not, he knows too little, so superficially that he can't convince himself otherwise. He doesn't want to continue being a foolish puppet. He needs to know more... even just a little...
Besides, there's no reason for this guy to deceive someone as useless as himself.
"Let me tell you two short stories first—25 years ago, a male hourly worker fell in love with the woman of the house he frequently worked for, and their affair developed into a regular affair. One day, the husband came home early and discovered their infidelity. Enraged, the husband killed his wife with a kitchen knife, then turned the knife on the hourly worker. In a moment of panic, the worker grabbed a uniquely designed bedside lamp to block it. However, the lamp was a detachable design, and the large lamp head fell off due to the impact of the knife, hitting the husband on the head and killing him instantly. It was originally an accident, but the family was powerful and influential in the area. To cover up their scandal, they bribed the prosecutor, and the case was changed to the hourly worker attempting to rape the woman, then murdering the couple in a fit of rage. The hourly worker was then sentenced to death."
"How could you do this! That's not how the law is used!" Huan clenched her fists and stood up abruptly!
"In the world you live in, this kind of thing is commonplace."
Heng lay on the bed, yawning nonchalantly.
Huan was speechless. Yes, this is how the world has always been.
"Alright, have you been this engrossed in the story the whole time? Let me tell you another one—"
Heng tore off his bathrobe and threw it on the ground, then spread himself on the bed, letting the warm sunlight caress his body as he squinted his eyes and enjoyed it.
Her body was completely flawless, so perfect that Huan stared at it in a daze, feeling an urge to reach out and touch it...
"24 years ago, at the school you attended not long ago, they were secretly researching dangerous weapons that were prohibited by the international community. After the international community discovered this, the government, in order to evade responsibility, pinned all the blame on a doctoral couple in charge of the research. They secretly executed them and then announced to the public that they had committed suicide out of guilt. They didn't even intend to spare their only daughter, even though she was just a high school student who didn't know anything at the time."
"Our school? Something like that happened before!" I'm about to explode!
What's wrong with me? He clearly said he was just telling a story, so why do I believe him so readily?
But why tell him these nonsensical stories?
"What does this story have to do with me?"
"It's not really a connection; I mentioned beforehand that this was an after-dinner activity." Heng stretched. "It's just that—the hourly worker in the first story is now Peso."
ah? !
So--
"Is the youngest daughter in the second story Qina?"
My thinking was being led by the nose again, but judging from his expression, it seemed I had guessed correctly. So what happened next?
"You were staring at my body like that just now, your eyes were like you were trying to seduce me." Heng suddenly smiled strangely, patted the seat next to him, and gestured for him to sit down.
This is... sending a lamb to the slaughter.
But, damn it! He actually did it!
Because he wanted to know so much, because that guy didn't seem like he would hurt him... If it weren't for the fact that he was part of a tour group, if it weren't for his weird behavior... based on his feelings alone, this guy would be much more reliable than Elsa... because his expression was so gentle!
Heng simply sat up, hugged his waist from behind, and gently caressed him through his bathrobe. His breathing became irregular, which inexplicably stirred something within Huan's heart.
"That's not right! You're talking about something that happened more than 20 years ago! They're both only in their early twenties now!" Huan tried her best not to think about the fact that she was being taken advantage of.
"Because people don't age when they're in that space, otherwise they would be hundreds of years old. Back then, it was your clan's 'king' who saved the two of them, and the two of them never left that place—until they found you."
A king? So the Nobisola family had this kind of hierarchical system. It really feels like going back hundreds of years.
Wang? He thought of his sister, who was several hundred years old...
"Is the queen Elsa?"
Heng stared at him in disbelief.
That little girl could be considered a queen behind the scenes, just like Mo Yin. They were both remarkable women. Perhaps they were more suited to be queens, at least they weren't willful.
Turning to look at Tamaki, he felt a nosebleed erupt – while Tamaki was seemingly deep in thought, she was actually biting her finger! Did she really have to be this cute all the time? At this rate, Heng had absolutely no confidence that he could really hold out until the end!
"Um... Heng, if they come to rescue me or I run away, will you really kill them?" Huan was completely oblivious to the awkward situation before her.
If Bisso and China were human, they would truly be no match for this guy. Although they hadn't seen him fight, their intuition told them that he was exceptionally strong.
"What do you think? So you'd better stay by my side obediently."
Heng's fingers lifted the already loose collar of his yukata, and his restless fingers traced patterns on his chest, slowly moving downwards...
"Actually, no matter who they are, killing them is just as easy for him," Hengxin said.
But his thoughts really jump around quickly... only it seems he jumped to the wrong place! At this moment, a normal person should be considering the difference between the protector and the enemy, and then worrying about their own safety, right?
Huh? What is Huan thinking about again? She fell silent again.
“Take your hand away… take your hand away before you speak…” Huan lowered her head, stammering, her face flushed.
His body was getting so hot, like there was a fire inside him, but he didn't know how to get it out... This guy's fingers were like a lit fuse, sending tingling sensations wherever they touched, and this attack was getting closer and closer to his most intimate place, even the blood there was beginning to respond intensely... If this continued, his whole body would...
Heng stopped moving, but—only for a moment…
...Pinned beneath him, completely unable to move. His hot breath traveled down her neck, coursing through her body, her blood boiling, a feeling of being conquered even her pores...Her body stiffened, as if this person were controlling her...or rather, as if her body originally belonged to him...
His yukata fell to the floor, leaving his completely exposed body beneath the other's. Heng's hands were even more unrestrained than before, one hand firmly holding his arms, the other roaming back and forth across his lower body... His body trembled, and his legs went limp... involuntarily opening wide...
A strong urge, a powerful need, surged within me... The fire inside me was rapidly spreading to that most crucial spot...
He was losing himself... This feeling... was like that dream he kept having...
Until he felt something hard pressing firmly against his body—
"Ugh! Heng! Please... don't..."
A line of crystal-clear liquid slid down her face, but her body, uncooperatively, remained completely unresisting.
Heng's movements actually stopped.
"sorry!"
"sorry--"
The two spoke in unison.
"I'm sorry, I lost control."
Heng got up and sat down beside him, lifting a corner of the sheet to cover his still slightly trembling body.
She bent down, brought her face close to his, and carefully licked away his tears with her tongue.
"I'm sorry, I scared you to tears."
Why is this guy still so gentle? Why did he stop even though he could have forced him? Why, even though being forcibly suppressed would be physically uncomfortable, does he not even take a cold shower, but instead stay by his side to comfort him...?
Huan suddenly felt that he didn't deserve to be treated like this. He actually knew, knew that he wasn't crying because he was scared, that he had almost lost his mind just now... those tears... were his last bit of sanity.
He slowly embraced Heng, his movements slow but without hesitation... To be precise, his thoughts were wandering, "I'm sorry..." he murmured softly.
"Why are you saying sorry?" Hengxiao asked him with interest, but didn't move.
Because...because...yes, I was almost raped...why am I apologizing so willingly?
"Go take a shower, you go first. I won't take the opportunity to run away."
This is the first time Huan has smiled since meeting Heng.
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