Chapter 44 Script

Chapter 44 The Script

Xierlan thought it was a gift. He squeezed it, then looked down, a clear blush spreading across his cheeks.

Thumb cuffs.

Xierlan’s mind went blank. He had heard of these before but knew little about them, only that they were used to restrain prisoners.

But now, Sercia was giving them to him—enough to indicate exactly what kind of game they were about to play.

Xierlan was nearly rendered speechless.

"Are you going to play with this?"

Sercia continued holding him by the waist, murmuring in agreement, the tips of his ears similarly flushed. "There are some other items."

He had prepared interrogation tools that wouldn't cause harm: ropes, thumb cuffs, a modified electric baton, a riding crop, and the cleaned and pressed First Army uniform from last time.

"Would you like to try, my Liege?"

He spoke softly, his warm palm curved around Xierlan’s waist. Sercia suddenly smiled and asked him, "Do you want to be the officer or the criminal?"

Xierlan, with his innocent disposition, turned completely red in an instant. For the first time, he found it exceptionally difficult to answer a question.

Xierlan felt that if he played this game, he would die of shame.

Sercia, seeing that the human showed no reaction and said nothing, let go. Instead, he slowly circled around to stand before Xierlan and gently kissed his lips.

Xierlan’s heart pounded like a drum, the beats nearly bursting out of his chest. He closed his eyes, opened the thumb cuffs in his hand, and gently fastened them onto Sercia’s wrists.

Xierlan wanted to try being the officer—he had never played a role with such authority before.

"I’ll take the lead. I want to try."

Sercia’s heart was pounding just as fiercely. Xierlan’s movements were gentle; after cuffing him, he ended the kiss.

Sercia wasn’t sure how Xierlan would handle this, but he knew him well. Perhaps, given his personality, if Xierlan were to take the criminal role, it might be difficult to proceed.

Sercia’s lips suddenly curved into a subtle smile, soft and almost imperceptible.

In his eyes, Xierlan had always been reserved and gentle. Perhaps playing this role would be interesting, and when trying something new, it might be best to give this innocent human a chance to adapt.

Xierlan changed into the white-and-gold uniform Sercia had bought. Their builds were similar, though Xierlan was slightly taller. Wearing it didn’t look odd on him; instead, it gave off a distinct presence.

The brim of his cap cast a shadow over his face. He had excellent bone structure, yet his features were soft and elegant. The military uniform complemented his temperament, giving him a refined air, devoid of the cold sharpness Sercia carried.

He seemed suited only for positions of authority—a presiding judge, a politician, or nobility—high-profile yet understated, carrying an inherent nobility and calm.

Xierlan picked up the electric baton. It had been modified to release only a weak current, harmless to the body, producing nothing more than a mild tingling sensation and faint prickle.

If it were before, Xierlan would never have imagined he would one day point a weapon at his lover.

Sercia suddenly laughed, his expression darkly amused. He approached Xierlan with lazy steps, his bound hands raised as he leisurely sat on the sofa. "Even if you tie me up, I won’t say a word."

System 99 was already beside itself with excitement. It snapped photos of the two, then resentfully sent a data package to the knowledge-deficient Xierlan.

99 whispered demonically in his ear, "These are my personal collection!!! Accept them quickly! Your acting is pretty good—hurry up and learn!!!"

Xierlan shamefully accepted the data package from the system. When he saw the titles, he saw black, and he nearly burned up with embarrassment right there.

Ahhhhhhhh!!! How are they all so explicit/dog/double/high/n/s!!! (Translator's note: The original text contains censored explicit terms.)

What has the system been watching!!!

He maintained a stern expression, raised the electric baton in his hand, and pressed it firmly against Sercia’s chest, smirking. "Did you think I’d have no way to deal with you like this?"

The cold, hard baton dug uncomfortably into him. Xierlan didn’t seem to hold back his strength, pressing it against his chest before slowly moving upward, stopping at his vulnerable throat.

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

Sercia seemed intrigued. He leaned back on the sofa nonchalantly, legs slightly apart, indistinguishable from a confident criminal.

"Oh," Sercia said with a smile, "what method will the officer use to make me talk?"

Xierlan had the system simulate the modified baton’s intensity. After experiencing it himself, his lips curved slightly and he slowly moved the baton upward, pressing it against Sercia’s lips in a deliberately insulting manner. Looking down at him, he said, "Like this."

A weak but numbing current coursed through his entire mouth.

Sercia swallowed. Xierlan’s teasing left him momentarily dazed and scattered.

Some glistening saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Xierlan withdrew the baton. As Sercia slumped forward, weakened and disoriented, Xierlan steadily caught his chin with his palm.

He looked down at him, his gloved fingertips gently wiping away the silver strand hanging by Sercia’s lips. His tone was slightly sighing, soft. "Darling, you’re so disheveled."

He pressed against those lips, slipping his fingers inside. Through the glove, he could feel the wet heat of Sercia’s mouth.

"If you can’t speak, then don’t."

Xierlan maintained his composed demeanor, slowly withdrawing his hand, smiling. "Somehow, it’s rather adorable."

Sercia, flushed and gritting his teeth, glared at him.

Xierlan raised an eyebrow, lightly patted his cheek, and gripped his hair. The force was gentle yet unyielding, forcing Sercia to look up at him.

Xierlan smiled. "Darling, what kind of look is that you’re giving me?"

Sercia coldly spat out two words: "You’re despicable."

Xierlan pondered for a moment. Between lightly slapping him or directly throwing him onto the bed to teach him a lesson, he chose to follow Sercia’s script.

Xierlan smiled deeply, pressing the electric baton against a certain spot.

"You’re right," Xierlan said, looking down at him. He smiled, almost without hesitation, accepting the title and pressing the button. "I am indeed despicable."

Everything fell apart.

In his dazed state, Sercia intermittently thought that suggesting this game had been a complete mistake.

Humans learn too quickly and adapt too well. Xierlan had completely mastered the pace of the process, pushing him again and again to his limit.

The floor was wet.

Xierlan used the electric prod to part his legs. With one hand pinning his wrists above, he murmured, "Excellent female bugs like you are rare. What a pity—even at death's door, you remain stubborn, forcing me to torment you."

Xierlan smiled, tilting his face down to grasp Sercia's chin, his voice low. "What would your subordinates think if they saw you captured and reduced to this state?"

Sercia was still in the throes of estrus, barely able to comprehend the words. He only felt a force flipping him over completely.

Several voices echoed from behind.

"You all act as if you’d rather die than be marked by a male bug—afraid of becoming their slaves, aren’t you?"

Xierlan’s tone grew even more intrigued. Sercia was nearly unable to stand.

"I’m curious to see your expression when you wake and realize you’ve bonded with the male bug you despise most."

He felt like a ship battered by stormy waves.

Xierlan gripped his neck from behind, chuckling softly. "When that time comes, if you want my pheromones, you’ll have to beg me for them."

The next day, Sercia felt as though his whole body had been completely wrecked.

Xierlan, as if having unlocked his meridian channels, expertly balanced pleasure right at the edge—never pushing too far, never causing fear or unease. Every move stayed within Sercia’s limits. After playing, he became the docile Xierlan again, cuddling him with an innocent expression.

Then the second round began. Xierlan was very particular about fairness.

"We went a bit too far. Next time, you play the officer, and I’ll be the criminal. How about a different script? I’m an unruly convict, and you have to use extreme measures to control me."

And so the pairing was born: a ruthless madman criminal and a cold, enticing officer.

When the military boot pressed against his face, Xierlan’s first reaction was sheer embarrassment, but he persisted for Sercia’s sake.

He erotically kissed the black tip of the boot.

"Do you think this can humiliate me?"

Xierlan’s black hair was disheveled, his clothes open, a faint mark still visible at the corner of his mouth.

He laughed wildly. "Darling, I’d be more than happy to please you."

Sercia’s last mental string snapped completely. He said coldly, "You really are debauched."

The latter half of the night was chaos once more.

Xierlan actually found it hard to stay in character during that scene. Sercia hadn’t been cleaned yet, still full of him.

He kept acting anyway.

The thought nearly made Xierlan break character.

After playing all night, they were exhausted. They took a hot shower and went straight to sleep in the guest room. Xierlan still adored pure love—he cuddled Sercia, doing nothing more, simply wrapping an arm around his waist, whispering sweet nothings at night.

"I honestly feel acting all that out was really embarrassing, but I didn’t let it show. If we play this again next time, let’s try something more wholesome and romantic."

Sercia grunted "Hmm," his voice hoarse—all aftereffects of having overdone it.

"Have you already thought of a script?"

Xierlan spoke earnestly, with a hint of shyness, as he described the scenario he had in mind: "I'll play a fallen youth who grew up in the red-light district all his life, and you'll be my client. You take pity on me, so you take me home to discipline me. But I'm naturally inclined to seduce people—the moment you bring me home, I assume you want to take me in as your kept boy. I try to seduce you, and you discipline me, like slapping my hands or something."

Xierlan grew more and more excited as he spoke.

He happily planted several kisses on Sercia’s cheek and whispered, "You think I’m still young, so you discipline me like this, but I never learn my lesson. In fact, every night I tirelessly try to seduce you."

"Then one day, you finally give in and take me to bed. And for the first time in my life, I feel that trying to please a client isn’t a numb experience—I feel happy."

After finishing, Xierlan very seriously added a patch:

"Of course, in this script, I haven’t been with anyone else."

His eyes sparkling, he sat up and shook Sercia a few times. "Well? Well? Well? I’ll call you 'Sir' then."

"Or maybe 'Brother' would work too."

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Author's Note: After I finish writing all the scenes I want to include, we’ll move on to the next setting.

It won’t be long before Xierlan calls him "husband" [glasses].