‘I’m not a rabbit, I wouldn’t come from just this.’
But the moment he thought that, a vibration went off. Yan jumped.
“What, what is it. It’s just a phone call.”
It took him a moment after the surprise to realize. He had wondered why the vibration felt like it was coming from his thigh rather than his buttocks—it was his phone’s vibration in his pocket.
He felt embarrassed by his strange misunderstanding. Yan brushed his heated face as he answered the phone.
“Hello?”
-Yan.
Though he hadn’t checked the caller ID in his rush to answer, he knew who it was just by hearing his name.
It’s Procion.
A low, resonant voice with a subtly playful tone. Though only his name had been said, he immediately recognized Procion’s voice.
-Did you receive the items?
“Yeah. I mean, yes…”
Yan realized it was time to be an obedient slave. A low laugh came through the phone, seemingly pleased with his compliant response.
-Did you finish your homework?
“Yes. I just did it.”
Yan lowered his voice in case someone might overhear their conversation. Perhaps due to the awareness of doing something secretive and intimate, his heart raced.
-That’s a shame. If you didn’t know how to wear it, I was going to kindly teach you through a video call.
“…Is that so.”
-So, Yan. How do you feel? Do you think you can complete your homework all the way through?
“Yes.”
Yan answered confidently.
He couldn’t feel the vibrator’s stimulation, and apart from the discomfort of his dick bound in silicone rings, there wasn’t much different from usual.
-You sound confident. Well then, Yan, how about this—
If you fail to complete your homework, you’ll accept punishment without complaint.
Procion spoke gently. Though his voice was soft, Yan could detect the danger hidden within it.
‘Punishment would mean pain, I suppose.’
Yan swallowed hard. Despite his confidence just moments ago, he suddenly felt like he might not be able to do it. But Yan quickly gathered his resolve.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
He didn’t really have a choice anyway. Procion replied with satisfaction: -Good.
The call ended there. Yan tidied his police uniform and left the restroom. It was time to head into the meeting.
***
“The vampires continue to maintain that the ‘Senator’s murder case’ has nothing to do with them. They claim it was Emily acting alone.”
“Just like those blood-obsessed bastards to tell a lie as red as blood. Anyone can see that’s bullshit!”
Though they had caught the vampire who killed Senator McDowell, that hadn’t resolved everything. This occurred right before the treaty with the vampires. Because of the incident, the renegotiation fell through, and no one knew what would happen with the peace treaty.
Sitting in the corner of the conference room, Yan frowned slightly and thought:
‘Life’s going to get difficult.’
Not just as a police officer, but as an ordinary citizen too. If vampires, with their physical abilities far superior to humans, could run wild without restrictions, how could anyone live safely? People would have to be out only before sunset and locked up at home from evening onward.
“…!”
The next moment, as he was thinking this, Yan jumped.
“Officer Yan Circuitz, do you have something to say?”
“Ah, um, Chief. It’s just that… maybe we should all try to calm down?”
His heart pounded as the already irritated chief narrowed his eyes and glared at him. Fortunately, the chief seemed to find his stammered response reasonable enough and turned away with a snort. His rough breathing suggested he was trying to calm himself.
‘That was close.’
While the sudden twitching during the meeting had been resolved for now, it wasn’t completely fine. Though he hadn’t been struck by actual lightning, he was experiencing something similar in real-time.
“…nnh.”
Yan swallowed his moan.
The vibrator that he had pushed deep inside had started moving. Though the vibration wasn’t particularly strong, it was enough to gently awaken his sensitivity. Despite being bound with three rings, his dick was slowly rising.
“Haah…”
Coincidentally, there was a presentation about the recent increase in vampire crimes. As everyone sighed, Yan exhaled a hot breath.
‘So it’s a wireless controlled vibrator. And the performance is impressive.’
Even if it was wireless, someone would have to control it to make it move, which made its sudden activation puzzling. Could it work on a timer? Or was it controlled by a remote after all?
Yan recalled the adult store he had visited during patrol. There were truly all kinds of devices there. Yan realized for the first time how impressive human imagination could be. In a world with tentacle vibrators modeled after aliens and vibrators that release aromatic oil eggs, this kind of vibrator might not be so extraordinary.
“…haah.”
Yan contained his escaping breath.
His body was gradually heating up, which worried him. At this rate, he might become known as the pervert who ejaculated during a meeting about New York City’s peace.
The reason Yan had accepted Procion’s homework without much concern was because he was confident he wouldn’t ejaculate. As Procion had said—’your hole isn’t fully developed’ (setting aside the vulgarity of the expression)—Yan wasn’t accustomed to pleasure from behind. This was due to having only taken the top position.
From what his bottom friends (and ex-lovers) had told him, experiencing pleasure wasn’t something that happened overnight. Though Yan had experienced an orgasm from the first day, that was because of Procion, and now he was alone. Still, the persistent tickling sensation seemed strange. Yan couldn’t understand his body, or more precisely, his buttocks.
“Yan, are you okay?”
Hunched over and lost in thought, Yan flinched at the voice from the seat next to him. He wondered if he’d been making it that obvious.
“I’m, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“If there was a mirror here, you wouldn’t say that. Your face is completely red.”
At Dave’s words, Yan tentatively touched his cheeks. Indeed, the warmth could be felt even on his palm. Yan resented his tendency to flush so easily.
“Yan, you’re not bothered by the case photos, are you?”
Bodies attacked by vampires usually took strange forms due to the vampires’ “unique abilities.” They were often crushed by tremendous strength, burst like ripe plums, or drained of blood to the limit. During a meeting where such photos were being passed around, it wouldn’t be unusual to feel nauseous.
“It’s not that…”
He wasn’t a rookie anymore and had passed the stage of vomiting at such photos. But just as he was about to explain, the vibration suddenly intensified, causing Yan to bend over as if collapsing.
“Yan, Yan?”
A startled Dave shook Yan’s back. The movement stimulated his buttocks, causing Yan to let out a moan. Not only was the vibration penetrating deep, but his buttocks were burning. It had been just yesterday that he’d been spanked repeatedly. The skin was still swollen, making sitting itself somewhat difficult.
“Yan!”
Yan frowned, thinking that while he appreciated the concern, he wished Dave would stop shaking him. Thanks to biting his lip, he hadn’t let out any groans. But at this rate, it seemed only a matter of time before he would cry out in pleasure.
A drop of sweat fell from his hair. Noticing that Yan’s condition was clearly different from usual, Dave shook him harder. This caused his buttocks to rub against the seat again, making them burn.
“This won’t do. Don’t you think you should go to the infirmary?”
At those words, Yan let go of any resentment he’d felt toward Dave. Having colleagues was good after all. They worried when you seemed unwell.
“Yan, hang in there a little longer. The meeting will end soon anyway. Or do you want to leave first?”
“N-no. I can still endure.”
The three rings were digging tightly into his dick. What he had thought unsightly earlier now seemed incredibly helpful. Without them, he might have been dripping fluid.
Yan struggled as he tried to somehow extinguish the already ignited pleasure.
“…”
It was then that his eyes met Sirius’s.
‘Did our eyes just meet?’
Clutching his tightening stomach, Yan wondered. It seemed like Sirius’s blue eyes had been watching him. But it might have been just his delusion. Didn’t people who were infatuated tend to over-interpret even the most insignificant actions of the person they loved?
‘Huh…?’
But the next moment, Sirius slowly blinked. His blue eyes shone coldly as always, but they also seemed to carry a strange heat.
‘Why?’
Why was Sirius… staring at me like that? Hey, did our eyes really just meet again? Was Sirius looking at me? Why?
Questions piled on top of questions. Yan stared at Sirius with his mouth slightly open. Of course, “staring” was just Yan’s wishful thinking; in reality, his gaze was quite obvious.
“Hng!”
At that moment, the vibration intensity increased. Having let his guard down, Yan hunched over again. He realized he might end up embarrassing himself in front of Sirius.
