Duan Yi, an assassin, was unfortunately caught when he snuck into a military camp to steal classified information.
The man who caught him, Lu Tianfeng, was a military officer. However, this officer didn’t look like an officer. He wore his sharp military uniform like a street thug: the top button undone, the hem slightly untucked. He gave off the vibe of a bandit, but was still very handsome.
Duan Yi’s wrists and ankles were tied behind his back with rope. He remained calm, sizing Lu Tianfeng up several times from head to toe, but still couldn’t figure out who this man was*.
Notes
还是瞧不出他的来头 – 来头 meaning ”Background or origin (often implying influence or authority)”: it’s implied here that Duan Yi is unable to figure out who Lu Tianfeng is, what his influence is in the military camp and what rank he is.
He was confident in his skills. So when he slipped into the camp, he acted recklessly, taking down a few unsuspecting soldiers without making a sound and headed straight for the classified records room. Coincidentally, Lu Tianfeng happened to pass by, and the moment their eyes met, they instantly fell into a fight.
It had been a brutal fight. Although Duan Yi was ultimately subdued, he didn’t come away empty-handed. He had landed several vicious kicks on Lu Tianfeng, one of which struck that handsome face, leaving behind a vivid red mark.
Even with a swollen face, a good-looking man was still a good-looking man. The handsome officer, while smoking a cigarette, sat on a plain wooden chair in the classified records room. He flicked some ashes onto the floor and asked, “Who sent you?”
Duan Yi looked at him without saying a word, his expression clearly saying, “Do whatever you want—kill me, torture me, I don’t care.” An assassin had their own code of conduct. If a mission failed, the only thing left to do was accept it. Duan Yi had come to terms with that many years ago—life or death, it didn’t matter anymore.
“Not talking?” Lu Tianfeng didn’t seem surprised. “Then I’ll just have to find out myself.”
He stubbed out his cigarette and stood up. At nearly 190 centimetres, he was half a head taller than Duan Yi. With a solid build, muscles filling out his uniform in all the right places—extremely pleasing to the eye.
Duan Yi could sense the oppressive aura this man gave off. He narrowed his eyes, becoming wary.
Lu Tianfeng had already stepped up to him and started a body search.
Duan Yi smiled, uncaringly. There was nothing on him that could reveal his identity—no matter how thoroughly Lu Tianfeng searched, it would be a waste of effort. But after patting him down from head to toe and finding nothing, Lu Tianfeng actually began taking off his clothes.
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The handsome officer was so pleasing to the eyes that Duan Yi didn’t even feel offended. “Officer, are you into men?”
Lu Tianfeng’s face was very close to his, and the words he breathed out were thick with ambiguity, “What do you think?”
Duan Yi was dressed in all black, his skin pale from the long days out of the sunlight. But there was nothing fragile about him; his muscles were well-defined and beautiful, like a deadly, elegant panther. From the moment they fought, Lu Tianfeng knew this was no easy mark. If he hadn’t caught something was off, it’s unlikely for anyone else at the military camp to stand a chance against him.
“Nice body.” Lu Tianfeng remarked, reaching his hand out again to start removing his trousers.
Any ordinary man being searched like this would have jumped up, shouted and called him a pervert. But Duan Yi showed no reaction, like a prisoner awaiting their execution, offering no resistance.
Lu Tianfeng stripped off his trousers, pulled down his underwear, and after confirming there was nothing hidden, turned him around and forcefully searched his rear.
Duan Yi was nearly naked. His waist was lean, not an ounce of excess. His bottom was firm and well-shaped, with just the right bounce—felt nice to the touch. He only made a small grunt when Lu Tianfeng pushed a finger inside. Aside from that, he barely reacted. “Is this payback for kicking you in the face, Officer?” he asked.
“No. Standard procedure.” Lu Tianfeng, without warning, roughly drove his finger deeper, then twisted once, and pulled out—all in one swift, unhesitating motion.
“You’re quite experienced at this, eh?”
Lu Tianfeng’s voice came from behind his ear, “Dealing with troublesome people like you always requires special methods.”
He pulled out his finger but didn’t move his hand away. Instead, moved around Duan Yi’s waist, to his front and grabbed his limp penis. He smiled maliciously, “Now the real payback begins.”
“Hmm, you sure do hold a grudge,” Duan Yi responded, still barely reacted besides a simple startle. “Officer, is it really acceptable for you to knowingly break the law like this? This is assault.”
Duan Yi’s lower body is as pale as the rest of his skin, his penis appears clean looking and well-kept.
“You can report me if you want,” Lu Tianfeng said, unafraid. He tightened his grip as he began to stroke Duan Yi’s penis, “That is, if you manage to get out of here…”
For someone like Duan Yi, who wasn’t afraid of death, harsh torture was useless. People could train themselves to endure pain, but very few could suppress their innate response to pleasure. Lu Tianfeng had plenty of experience interrogating spies and knew exactly how to press for information. However, after a while of pleasuring him, he realised something was not right—the thing in his hand didn’t react at all.
“You can carry on touching all you want, but you won’t get a reaction,” Duan Yi said, noticing that Lu Tianfeng had paused. He continued with an indifferent tone, “I’m impotent.”
Lu Tianfeng suddenly stopped and was silent for a few seconds before asking, “You were born like this?”
“Yes.”
“No.” Lu Tianfeng immediately retorted, “Your reaction doesn’t seem like it.”
Lu Tianfeng used his thumb to wipe away the liquid at the tip. Although Duan Yi’s penis didn’t erect, his body still instinctively reacted to the pleasure. It was fortunate that Duan Yi was still young and in peak physical condition; otherwise, Lu Tianfeng wouldn’t have been able to figure this out from such a minor detail. He had only intended to tease him a little. However, this suddenly piqued his interest, “Who are you working for? They must be cruel to have crippled you like this.”
The higher the level of the assassin, the more brutal the competition became. They had to give up their emotions and desires*, and, even better, be robots that executed their missions cold-bloodedly and perfectly. And love was completely forbidden.
Notes
七情六欲 – “seven emotions and six desires”: a Chinese philosophical concept referring to fundamental human emotions and instincts
Lu Tianfeng knew that some underground organisations were using illegal drugs to train this type of death warriors*, precisely the target the military had been trying to track for years.
Notes
死士 – “death warriors”: disposble, emotionless killers
Duan Yi fell quiet for a moment. With his back still turned, his expression no longer as relaxed as before, because he suddenly realised Lu Tianfeng wasn’t a minor person. His military rank had to be at least a major or higher, so his loss wasn’t without a reason.
He quickly smiled again, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Not every man can take something like this as lightly as I have.”
“Keep pretending,” Lu Tianfeng said, releasing him and turning to look for something on the nearby shelf.
Duan Yi had thought Lu Tianfeng was finally done playing with him, but when he turned around, he saw Lu Tianfeng holding a tube of hand cream in his hands. Clearly, he wanted to continue playing.
Lu Tianfeng smirked at him roguishly, “Ever tried taking it from behind? Don’t think that I’m out of options.”
Duan Yi forced a relaxed response, “Officer, don’t tell me you actually like men.”
“You never know. I have quite an interest in someone with a beautiful face like yours.” Lu Tianfeng said, pushing Duan Yi onto the only narrow sofa in the classified records room. Seeing the way Duan Yi was tied up by his own hands, he seemed to be contemplating his next move. He then bent down and loosened the ropes around Duan Yi’s ankles.
Duan Yi had been waiting for this moment. He bent his knee and drove it with full force into Lu Tianfeng’s face. He was certain that if his strike had landed right, it could knock Lu Tianfeng out or, with enough force, even kill.
But Lu Tianfeng was clearly prepared. He leaned back onto the sofa, narrowly avoiding the knee strike, then took advantage of Duan Yi’s unsteady balance to pull him down into a straddled position on his lap. With swift movements, he tied Duan Yi’s ankles and thighs together with rope, forcing him to sit with legs spread across his lap, “This position is just right.”
Duan Yi frowned slightly and fell silent. He rarely let his dissatisfaction show on his face.
“You still have a chance to feel regret.” Lu Tianfeng said, while deliberately squeezing a dollop of hand cream in front of him, showing he intends to push his finger into his ass, “Tell me who sent you, and I’ll stop right now.”
“Go on,” Duan Yi suddenly smiled again, not a trace of fear on his face. “Do whatever you want with me, but don’t expect to pry a single word out of my mouth.”
Lu Tianfeng laughed too. He looked thoroughly entertained. “We’ll see about that.”