Honeytrap

Jiang Ci​‌‌‌⁠​‍​​‌​⁠​‍​⁠‍⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌ had been chasing Huo Xianfeng all the way back.

The latter was holding a small cylindrical piece of black metal high in the air.

It was actually the manual controller for his room’s system. It’s normally small—about the size of a finger—but it can unfold into an electronic panel for managing room systems, including… playing videos.

The point  was, it could play recorded videos!

Including that video from last night!

“Huo Xianfeng!!!”

Jiang Ci was utterly mortified. His memory had always been exceptional. Even under the influence of alcohol, drugs, or losing his mind doing that kind of thing, as long as he wasn’t fully unconscious, he wouldn’t experience any memory gaps afterward.

So the moment he realized there was a recording, his mind instantly replayed every detail of last night.

Every. Single. Detail.

And he was painfully aware of what would have been captured in that recording.

It was so humiliating! Absolutely mortifying!

At first, it wouldn’t have been too bad since they were still clothed, and the angle might not have shown much. But later… later it was a completely different story! The kind of footage that couldn’t pass any kind of censorship!

“Huo Xianfeng—!”

Jiang Ci felt like every hair on his body was standing on their end. He caught up and tried to grab the controller.

“Delete it!!!”

“Why delete it?”

Huo Xianfeng didn’t even look back, yet somehow he dodged Jiang Ci’s grab with precise timing, stepping lightly to the side.

“It was obviously you who wanted to record it, and you even recorded it behind my back.”

“No… that wasn’t my intention! I wasn’t trying to record that! Why would I…?”

Jiang Ci was really anxious.

Huo Xianfeng was now ten centimeters taller than him, with longer hands and even longer legs. When he held up the controller, Jiang Ci had to jump to try to reach it. But no matter how hard he tried, Huo Xianfeng always kept it just out of reach, like teasing a cat with a toy, offering a glimmer of hope only to snatch it away at the last second.

“Huo Xianfeng—!”

There he went again—Huo Xianfeng’s mischievous streak was in full swing.

At this moment, the King, who was in the midst of his courtship period and basking in his mate’s undivided attention, felt utterly delighted. He casually tossed the controller in his hand like a toy, his gaze lazily sweeping over Jiang Ci’s flustered and desperate expression.

“If it wasn’t to record that, then what was it for?”

Realizing he couldn’t grab it, Jiang Ci stopped reaching for the controller. On the surface, he seemed to calm down, but in reality, he was more anxious than ever. He trailed closely behind Huo Xianfeng, his eyes never leaving the controller, acting just like Huo Xianfeng’s second little tail.

But it was obvious that Huo Xianfeng would not give it to him if he didn’t answer his question. Jiang Ci bit his lip and reluctantly admitted, “…I was recording you.”

“Recording me?”

Huo Xianfeng slowed his steps and turned his head to look at Jiang Ci, absentmindedly twirling the controller in his hand. This action seemed effortless and casual, yet it made the small cylinder spin like a blooming flower.

It was a bit like a young man spinning basketballs to show off and attract attention.

Jiang Ci’s attention was indeed captured—not because the move was impressive, but because Huo Xianfeng wasn’t spinning an ordinary object. He was spinning his leverage!

“Oh… so A-Ci, you really like my body, huh?”

His tone was languid, with a hint of teasing and pride. But the real blow came with his next words:

“You even recorded it in secret. Were you planning to sneak a look later, all by yourself?”

Huo Xianfeng clicked his tongue.
“Honestly, when you have the real thing right next to you, why bother watching a recording? Your preferences are… quite peculiar.”

Jiang Ci: “…”

At that moment, he truly considered banging his head against a wall. Or better yet, sewing that smug mouth shut.

The major General couldn’t bear it anymore.

“I was recording your embarrassed expression from last night!”

“What?”

Huo Xianfeng refused to admit it.

“A King is never embarrassed!”

“Hah—”

Jiang Ci let out a cold laugh, feeling like he’d finally scored a point.
“Well, I recorded it anyway.”

Huo Xianfeng: “…Impossible!”

But then he hesitated. This morning, when he’d watched the footage, his attention had been entirely on his mate’s stunning physique. He hadn’t paid much attention to his own expression. In fact, he’d skipped the lengthy conversation at the beginning and jumped straight to the main scene.

After a brief silence, Huo Xianfeng seemed unsure. He suddenly stopped and opened the controller.
“—Let me take a look.”

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“Don’t watch it here!!!”

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Jiang Ci: “…”

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In the end, the two of them returned to the fleet’s warship.

Although they’d been in Bright City for nearly half a month, Huo Xianfeng’s appearance still managed to attract attention whenever he showed up. Especially after changing into a new outfit yesterday, his otherworldly aura seemed even more striking.

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Huo Xianfeng, on the other hand, thrived under the gaze of others. To him, being the focus of attention was simply the norm.

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“…Mmm?”
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At that moment, Jiang Ci seized the chance to snatch the controller and tried to escape.

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In an instant, their roles and positions were completely reversed.

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From beneath Huo Xianfeng’s long coat, his black tail silently slipped out, coiling around Jiang Ci’s leg. It slithered upward, circling his calf and then his thigh, brushing teasingly over the thin fabric of his uniform pants.

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“I don’t have… many uniforms left.”

Though he could request more from logistics, repeatedly doing so didn’t sit well with him. After all, the uniforms and combat suits of the First Legion were of exceptional quality and designed to last for years. It was rare for anyone to request replacements.

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Though his breathing was still uneven, his other hand deftly opened the controller, preparing to delete the video.

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And, the sound came on.

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The young man tilted his head and lightly bit on the soft skin of his wife’s neck,
“Unfortunately, your unconventional method didn’t work.”

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Jiang Ci was trembling all over, both the version in the video and the one in real life.

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“Hm? You’re the one who recorded this, not me.”

Jiang Ci covered his ears, desperate to block it out. Right now, he really wanted to find a cupboard to just hide in.
“Turn it off! Turn it off!!!”

The overwhelming shame consumed every fiber of his being.

But Huo Xianfeng had no intention of stopping.

He even pulled Jiang Ci’s hands away, forcing him to watch.
“Remember the training sessions you used to record?”

Because Zhou Jiuya was too busy to spar with him every day, they often recorded Jiang Ci’s training sessions to analyze his mistakes.

“Come on, let’s review. What is fast, and what is slow?”

Huo Xianfeng’s tone was very serious, as if discussing an academic topic—after all, it was about improving the experience. Typically, the better the partner’s experience, the more likely they were to conceive eggs.

“Improvement comes from learning. You’re always saying it’s too fast one moment and too slow the next. I can’t find the right pace.”

Jiang Ci: “…”
He’s suffocating!!!

Help! How can this guy talk about this kind of thing so calmly?!

Wasn’t Huo Xianfeng also single?

How could he be so skilled now? And without even a shred of shame?!

If time could rewind, Jiang Ci would definitely, without hesitation, go back and stop himself from turning on the recording.

At first, he had simply wanted to capture Huo Xianfeng’s embarrassed expression. That’s why he had explicitly instructed Bai Ze to adjust the room’s surveillance angle and focus, ensuring it would automatically track Huo Xianfeng. He even set the video quality to the highest possible resolution.

But the result? It ended up capturing everything—with the clearest image quality and the most direct angle—of that entire process.

Jiang Ci regretted it to death.

Just then, Huo Xianfeng suddenly rewound the video to the beginning. He hadn’t forgotten Jiang Ci’s original intention

—The King’s embarrassing moments must not be preserved!

The video started playing from the start. For once, Jiang Ci could at least look at the screen without wanting to crawl into a hole.

Huo Xianfeng watched intently for a few minutes before letting out a quiet scoff.
“This? Is what you call embarrassed?”

“…”

The situation wasn’t at all like Jiang Ci had imagined.

Back then, Huo Xianfeng had refused to admit anything, maintaining a poker face with near-perfect expression control. Jiang Ci had even covered Huo Xianfeng’s flushed ears, and since the tip of Huo’s tail was naturally red, the final video showed absolutely no trace of embarrassment.

Not! A! Single! Bit!

Jiang Ci: “…”
What was this?

Shooting himself in the foot?

The automatic tracking, the close-focus lens, the ultra-high definition resolution—all of it ended up vividly capturing Jiang Ci himself in the act, down to the smallest detail.

It was even more embarrassing than the time he accidentally caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. Back then, it was just a fleeting moment. This, however, was a video. A video that could be replayed over and over—and preserved for centuries!!!

“Huo Xianfeng!!!”
Jiang Ci felt like he was falling apart.

Huo Xianfeng teasingly replied,
“Mn, I’m here.”

“Delete it!”
Jiang Ci paused, then softened his voice.
“Please delete it, okay?”

He knew Huo Xianfeng responded better to softness than toughness, so he immediately changed his strategy.
“Look, I’m right here. Why watch a video when you’ve got me in person, right?”

Huo Xianfeng sneered.
“Oh? Then why did you record it last night?”

Jiang Ci: “…”

He glanced at the screen and realized the video had reached the part where Huo Xianfeng’s tail had torn through his pants. Jiang Ci immediately turned his head away. This couldn’t go on—this video had to be deleted!

So he tried again, doubling down on his efforts—

“Just delete it, okay? I promise I won’t secretly record you anymore. It was my fault, I won’t do it again.”

Jiang Ci had always prided himself on being genuinely apologetic when he made mistakes. But now, it seemed he needed to add something extra to that “genuine” quality.

He hugged Huo Xianfeng, kissed him, and nuzzled against the crook of his neck. When he subconsciously acted like this, he didn’t realize at all that his once reserved and awkward personality had almost been worn away by Huo Xianfeng.

Even his way of acting spoiled, pleading, and playing coy had become natural—like second nature.

“Xiao Huo-gege? Xiao Huo-gege?”

“…”

Huo Xianfeng felt like his ears were about to melt from how softly this Omega was calling him. He let out a light hum and turned his head away.

“When there’s nothing wrong, you bark ‘Huo Xianfeng’ all fierce-like. But now that you need something, it’s ‘Xiao Huo-gege.’”

“…”

Jiang Ci froze for a moment before standing on tiptoe to plant another kiss on him. He asked,
“Can’t I?”

Huo Xianfeng lightly ”tsk-ed”, then hugged his wife’s waist and said:
“…Say it two more times.”