Strangely enough, Yan felt proud. He didn’t know why being good at sucking a man’s dick was something to boast about, but anyway.
“Ah!”
Just then, he felt a sharp sting on his buttocks. Startled, he turned around to see Sirius frowning, clearly displeased about something.
“You’re covered in semen.”
“…I’ll clean it up right away.”
Though he wasn’t exactly sure why Sirius looked upset, Yan didn’t want to provoke him unnecessarily. He pulled the sheet over and thoroughly wiped his mouth, then cleaned up every drop that had splashed onto his chest. Yet Sirius still didn’t seem satisfied, his expression remaining stern.
He approached Yan. Then he lifted Yan’s chin with a riding crop. Feeling the distinctive texture of leather against his skin, Yan instinctively tensed up. So this was what had struck his buttocks.
“Was it that delicious?”
“Well, that’s…”
“You can be honest.”
There was nothing to be honest about. Semen couldn’t possibly taste good. But mindful of Procion’s reaction, Yan remained silent. Instead, he shook his head as his answer.
“You were sucking quite well for someone who didn’t enjoy it.”
“No, no. I wasn’t good at it.”
“No, Yan. You’ve improved a lot. You know how to use your mouth now.”
Procion interjected with a smirk. Yan didn’t notice, but the two men were glaring at each other. Like males in mating season sizing up a competitor, they fiercely assessed each other for a few seconds.
“-Ah!”
Suddenly grabbed by the back of his neck, Yan found himself being kissed. Lips sucked on lips as tongues intertwined. It took Yan a moment to realize his partner was Sirius.
“Mmph, buh…”
He wanted to protest about the semen, but he couldn’t even make that half-hearted objection. Sirius kissed Yan as if conquering him. Wet sounds escaped from the moisture of what might have been semen or saliva. Before he knew it, Yan was fully engaged in the kiss, his body going limp. Sirius supported his collapsing frame.
“Mmm, hmm…”
After gently biting his lower lip, Sirius now pulled on his tongue. Though the bite was sharp enough to sting, it spread an electrifying pleasure. At some point, pain had ceased to be merely pain for Yan—it had become pleasure. Oblivious to Procion watching with a look of disbelief, Yan was lost in the kiss.
“Haa…”
As their lips parted, a strand of saliva stretched between them. Sirius cupped Yan’s cheek with his palm, wiping his lips with his thumb as he spoke.
“Indeed.”
“…?”
“Yan does know how to use his mouth well.”
Sirius smiled, close enough that Yan could feel his breath. Still in a daze, Yan watched as the corners of Sirius’s eyes curved. It seemed like the first time he’d seen Sirius, who rarely smiled at all, smiling with his eyes as well.
“…Sirius.”
Though he had nothing to say, he somehow wanted to call his name. As if responding, Sirius lifted Yan up. Before he could react, Yan found himself lying on the bed.
“May I check your lower part again as well?”
“What? …What?!”
It felt like waking abruptly from a sweet dream. Horrified, Yan looked down at Sirius, or more precisely, at his dick. He was still erect, having not yet ejaculated. With an instinctive sense of danger, Yan tried to subtly withdraw his body. But his ankle was caught, and he was dragged back.
“No, no… Ah!”
It didn’t take long for his resistance to turn into pleading, and pleading into gasping. Once again, Yan was drawn into breathless pleasure.
# 5. Subjugation
It was his usual commute to work, but his body was far from its usual state. Pain shot up his spine with each step. If he were to bump into someone, he’d be finished. Yan swallowed his groans of pain and blamed the two men.
Last night, Sirius had been relentless, and whenever Yan tried to resist with tears, Procion would stimulate another part of his body. By his fifth ejaculation, he had thought perhaps having his dick tied would have been better. By then, what flowed could barely be called semen—it was more like watery fluid. Being forced to squeeze out even that made him cry out “Please spare me” involuntarily.
“P-please spare me…”
“What’s wrong, Yan? Nobody dies from sex.”
“They do! They absolutely do—there’s literally a cause of death called ‘death during coitus’!”
“That may be true, but you’re healthy. Look at these muscles; one night won’t be a problem.”
“One night? Don’t you see the sun rising outside?!”
Seeing the world gradually brightening outside, a sudden sense of injustice welled up inside him. What mortal sin had he committed to have his semen squeezed out all night? Yan decided to put aside the fact that he had quite enjoyed the process.
“T-that’s it. Unicorn!”
“…Unicorn?”
“Don’t you remember? The safe word!”
It was the magic word that could stop the play. Yan forgot his exhaustion and became triumphant. Indeed, Procion narrowed his eyes menacingly but didn’t lay a finger on Yan. Yan confidently met Procion’s gaze, which seemed to be assessing ‘how to handle this.’ They had formally signed a contract, and Yan trusted Procion when it came to play.
“What is that?”
However, there was one thing Yan hadn’t considered: the diet contract with Procion didn’t apply to Sirius.
“It’s when I say ‘unicorn,’ you’re supposed to stop the play…”
“Play?”
Sirius wore an expression that seemed to ask, ‘Is this a game?’ Yan was about to burst with frustration at why someone who should understand was acting so clueless. When he unwittingly blurted out, “My chest feels tight,” it happened again.
“Then let me help you.”
He didn’t expect to fall for the same trick twice. Sirius pounced on Yan, his already swollen nipples were sucked again, and Procion just smiled and watched the whole scene without intervening…
“It was a happy hell.”
Yan gave his brief assessment. Toward the end, it was closer to a “happy but very exhausting hell.” Still, even experiences that feel like death in the moment become memories once they pass, and after a few hours, his sense of injustice had faded. That didn’t mean his fatigue had disappeared, though.
“Did you really go to the hospital?”
“Why does someone who went to the hospital look so wrecked?”
As soon as he stepped into the police station, his colleagues interrogated him about his health instead of offering morning greetings. Some even patted his shoulders as supposed comfort, making Yan stagger.
“What’s wrong with you? You look even worse than yesterday.”
“I’m fine. As long as you don’t touch me…”
“Did you bring the hospital receipt?”
“…”
Since he hadn’t gone to the hospital, he couldn’t have such a thing. Yan exercised his right to remain silent and walked to his desk. He was anxious about running into the captain in the hallway, but that didn’t happen. Instead, Oliver approached him, acting familiar.
“We’ve made a big catch. They caught that guy.”
“Which guy?”
“The one operating under the pathetic nickname ‘Doctor.’ Doctor, as if—he’s nothing but a quack peddling fake medicine.”
The Doctor was someone who sold drugs with suspicious ingredients. He claimed his drugs could “turn you into a vampire if consumed.” Of course, merely taking drugs couldn’t change someone’s species.
It was common sense, but despite this, the Doctor’s business was secretly thriving. Perhaps due to the turbulent times, quite a few people wanted to become vampires. Probably because they envied vampires’ characteristic tenacity, longevity, and supernatural strength.
It wasn’t that Yan couldn’t understand the victims’ feelings. Everyone imagines becoming a different species at some point. Yan himself had thought, “Maybe it would be nice if I were as strong as a vampire.” But having encountered many vampires and learned their true nature, that thought had long since disappeared.
“Is becoming a vampire really that desirable? They’re so unstable.”
In a way, vampires were like unstable bombs. They had great strength but could explode at any moment. They weakened when the sun rose and were particularly vulnerable to holy water. The only way to overcome these weaknesses was to bind another species—usually humans—to them. But even that method had a fatal flaw.
“The only way for them to function stably is by creating a bound one, but that comes with its own risks. If the bound one dies, it also impacts the vampire…”
“But it’s not all disadvantages. Anyway, Yan, want to go to the interrogation room? Let’s see the face of that con artist.”
There was something innovative about the Doctor’s scams. Not only did he sell drugs claiming they could turn people into vampires, but he also had an uncanny sense of timing—when to strike and when to retreat. He was like a mouse that avoided traps while stealing bait. Because of this, some officers were curious about him out of personal grudges.
Yan’s curiosity was also piqued, so he followed Oliver. The area in front of the one-way mirror of the interrogation room was already crowded with colleagues who had arrived earlier.
“He looks younger than I expected. Is he a teenager?”
Despite looking like he could be only fifteen or sixteen years old, the Doctor’s eyes glinted like those of a habitual criminal. Even though the intimidating atmosphere of the interrogation room should be frightening, he seemed rather relaxed.
