A-Ci, you’ve dug your own grave!!! 

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At this late hour, the indoor lighting automatically shifted from a stark white to a warm yellow hue, dimming slightly to suit the brightness.

Jiang Ci lay sprawled in Huo Xianfeng’s embrace. He put his hands on Huo Xianfeng’s chest and through the cool, smooth fabric, he could feel the firm, explosive strength of the muscles beneath. In fact, if you didn’t look at Huo Xianfeng’s tail, their posture would have looked no more intimate than a simple hug.

Jiang Ci’s clothes were still neatly in place; his shirt, freshly ironed in the morning, had only a few creases but remained otherwise immaculate. His trousers were also fully worn, save for a button undone along the seam, creating a narrow gap through which Huo Xianfeng’s tail quietly slid in, engaging in what could only be described as “teasing.” Though Jiang Ci couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel it — and hear it, too.

Originally, Jiang Ci had buried his face into the hollow of Huo Xianfeng’s collarbone, but the man wouldn’t allow it, insistently raising his head by gripping the back of his neck. At times like these, it was nearly impossible for Jiang Ci to control his expressions, let alone his voice. And yet, Huo Xianfeng just had to watch, had to observe his reactions. His gaze was so intense it almost felt tangible, making Jiang Ci burn with shame.

He had a good idea of what kind of expression he was making — it was the same embarassing face Huo Xianfeng had forced him to see in the bathroom mirror last time.

“A-Ci, you’re so beautiful,”

Huo Xianfeng not only wanted to see it, but also wanted to describe him everything.

“Like… like a flower bud wet with morning dew.”

“Don’t look. Don’t say it, don’t…” Jiang Ci’s breath hitched.

At moments like these, Jiang Ci couldn’t bear to hear such words. So, in a desperate attempt to shut him up, he leaned in to kiss Huo Xianfeng, hoping to silence him. Huo Xianfeng had anticipated this, so he remained still, deliberately waiting for his wife to strain upwards for a kiss. Then, just as Jiang Ci’s body began to adjust, Huo Xianfeng escalated to an even more humiliating act.

“!!!”

Jiang Ci gasped in shock. In his daze from Huo Xianfeng’s sweet words, he hadn’t anticipated such a drastic consequence.

This tail… it wasn’t just a mere weapon, as Huo Xianfeng had claimed. It could do everything except the final act of release, functioning almost like a second…

Jiang Ci found it hard to think about it. He felt utterly deceived — all the talk about how the tail “liked” him and would “please” him were all lies. In truth, it was only here to kill him.

“Huo Xianfeng… Huo Xianfeng…”

Jiang Ci desperately tried to hold back tears, but it was too much. Through his hazy tearful eyes, he couldn’t even clearly see Huo Xianfeng’s face.

Ever since meeting Huo Xianfeng, Jiang Ci had cried more in these intimate moments than he had in his entire 27 years of life combined. There was nothing he could do; the torment was relentless. If it had been the usual routine, Huo Xianfeng would simply grind against him, but this tail was too agile, even more dexterous than Huo Xianfeng’s fingers, and it reached deeper than anything else could.

Jiang Ci couldn’t escape, no matter how much he tried.

“You tricked me, you…”

“Hmm?”

Huo Xianfeng’s voice was low, carrying a dangerously sensual rasp. His breath was hot against Jiang Ci’s ear and the words dripped with an intoxicating seduction.

At that moment, he indulged in watching the omega’s flushed, tear-streaked face, those wet lashes, and his slightly parted lips. Normally, Jiang Ci’s lips were a pale color, but after a kiss, they would instantly darken. Now, they were nearly a vivid, alluring shade. Unable to resist, Huo Xianfeng kissed him again—starting with his damp lashes, moving to the hot, moist side of his face, and finally those trembling lips.

“Which part? Which sentence was a lie?”

Jiang Ci couldn’t bring himself to say it. How could he possibly admit that he thought this guy’s tail was something else entirely—something obscene, something all too similar to a certain intimate part of the male anatomy? Even the red nerve receptors look like the corresponding ones.

“Why… aren’t you saying anything?”

But Huo Xianfeng was insistent on getting an answer. His fingers slowly threaded through Jiang Ci’s hair, massaging his feverish scalp before sliding down to the nape. The sensation of those cool, silky strands slipping through his fingers was deeply satisfying.

Huo Xianfeng knew that Jiang Ci kept his hair long in memory of his father, but it also suited him remarkably well. The length didn’t diminish his masculinity; instead, it added a striking, cold elegance. Silver hair and crimson eyes—a stark contrast of colors that gave his appearance…

—a sense of untouchable holiness.

Yet, here was Huo Xianfeng, doing the most profane things to him.

Jiang Ci wasn’t thinking that deeply, though. All he could feel was Huo Xianfeng touching his hair, just hair and scalp, nothing sensitive. It was a purely gentle gesture, lacking any hint of ulterior motives, and it even carried a surprising warmth.

But when Huo Xianfeng’s large hand rested atop his head, Jiang Ci couldn’t help but feel as though not just his life, but his very soul, was completely under this man’s control.

This sensation was more mentally exciting than any intimate caress or kiss.

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His rationality was slipping, and only after what felt like an eternity did the tail finally retract, leaving a wet trail on the carpet. Jiang Ci exhaled a slow breath, thinking it was over.

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“…Huo Xianfeng, maybe you should just kill me.”

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The next morning, for the first time, Jiang Ci was seriously tempted to take a day off.

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“Beep beep beep—”

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“…”

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“I’ll take it.”

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It was a voice-only communication; the distant uncle and nephew usually avoided video calls. Before Zhou Jiuya could speak, a lazy voice drifted over:

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The familiar tone instantly reminded Zhou Jiuya of the last time this guy kept them waiting. Taking a deep breath, he replied in a cold voice,

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Before Huo Xianfeng could respond, Jiang Ci suddenly threw off the blanket and bolted upright. He rushed over and grabbed Bai Ze. His voice was still hoarse, but his words were clear.

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Zhou Jiuya hung up.

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“…?”

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“Last time, I couldn’t drag you out of bed no matter what. But the moment you hear He Zhun’s name, you jump up without even putting clothes on.”

“…!!!”

The Major General’s pupils shook.

That’s right! 

He wasn’t wearing any clothes!!! 

Jiang Ci immediately spun around, ready to dash back to bed, but the next second, a long black tail wrapped around his left thigh, slithering upward before coiling around his waist, yanking him back and pulling him directly into Huo Xianfeng’s lap.

The cold, metallic sensation made Jiang Ci’s entire body break out in goosebumps. He was pinned in place, unable to move.

All of last night’s memories came flooding back, and now, looking at that tail, all he could think of was its adult usage.

Huo Xianfeng lazily reclined in the chair by the window, resting his chin on one hand while his fingers casually brushed against Jiang Ci’s cheek. His tone was dangerously soft,

“Care to explain, Major General?”

During the courtship period, Zerg possessiveness was extremely intense; they demanded that their partner’s entire attention be focused solely on them.

Once again, Jiang Ci found himself straddling Huo Xianfeng’s lap, a position that made him feel incredibly vulnerable, especially since he was stark naked and that tail was still slithering over his body.

“… Huo Xianfeng, didn’t you say you didn’t mind?”

Jiang Ci swallowed unconsciously, thinking that the matter with He Zhun was long past.

“Besides, he’s… he’s just my brother.”

After going back and fort in his mind, it was the only explanation he could come up with.

Of course, Huo Xianfeng knew that, but he was still displeased, so he deliberately pushed further.

“Who do you like more—He Zhun-gege or Xiao Huo-gege?”

Jiang Ci was speechless: “… Huo Xianfeng, you’re so childish.”

“Am I?”

Huo Xianfeng’s hand slid to Jiang Ci’s waist, his fingertips tracing slow circles on the warm, soft skin.

“I can be more mature if you’d like.”

“!!!”

Jiang Ci instantly understood the implication behind those words. He immediately wrapped his arms around Huo Xianfeng’s neck, giving him a quick kiss, and without hesitation, answered:

“—I like Xiao Huo-gege more.”

“Hmph.”

Huo Xianfeng’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. Finally, he loosened his tail and let Jiang Ci go, watching with amusement as his wife sprinted naked into the bathroom.

Afterward, he leisurely turned back to the room’s control panel and tapped to continue playing.

Bai Ze could see it clearly—it was the room’s surveillance footage from last night.

Bai Ze: “…!!!”

A-Ci!!! 

A-Ci!!!! 

You’ve dug your own grave!!!