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Ji Hao awoke from a heavy blow. An unbearable pain was splitting the back of his head. The cold wind seemed to crawl into the open wound, giving him goosebumps. Opening his eyes, he gradually came to his senses and felt something metallic on his lip. Licking his upper lip, he tasted blood on his tongue. Ji Hao was consumed by anger—not so much from the pain, but from the realization that he had been captured by Hokuren.
His hands and feet were tightly bound with a thick bandage, making it nearly impossible to move, so he could only sit, leaning against the wall.
Before anyone appeared, he needed to survey the place where he was. It resembled a small storeroom where various old junk and useless things were kept. Though, it was a little larger in size. Due to the thick darkness, Ji Hao could only see the black shadows of broken chairs and yellowed walls, and shattered light bulbs indicated that a fight had probably taken place here. Everything was covered in dust, and the smell of an unknown rot made his stomach turn inside out.
Suddenly, the door, scratched by something sharp, opened with a screech that made his ears ring, and he couldn't cover them. The dim light of a lantern made Ji Hao squint his eyes.
“Are you awake already?” a man's voice sounded.
Everything trembled, and the situation became much worse. The lantern light dimmed a little. And even from that spark, Hokuren's serious face was clearly visible.
“Why aren't you answering?” his quiet tone abruptly turned into a shout, and his steps quickened.
Ji Hao didn't have time to process his words before he saw Hokuren’s foot strike his face. He fell to the ground, and the pain from his broken head returned, but now with a face that burned. Unable to restrain himself, Ji Hao, giving in to emotion, insulted his enemy:
“I don't have to answer you, you bastard!”
The Japanese general didn't like this answer, and he easily showed it: he grabbed Ji Hao by the hair and forcibly pressed him against the wooden floor. His body bent into an uncomfortable position, and his bound limbs stretched painfully.
“Even after defeat, you remain so stubborn and self-confident.”
“Because I'm not afraid of you!”
Their conversation was monotonous and only consisted of mutual insults. Hokuren laughed at his words and, crouching down, lifted Ji Hao's chin with his hand in a black glove.
“Of course, you're not afraid of me, but that won't last long.”
His fingers touched Ji Hao’s lips, and before he could answer, Hokuren shoved his tongue into his mouth. The Japanese man moved inside, and his saliva dripped through their lips. Ji Hao protested, trying to scream and break free from this dirty kiss. This continued for another minute until Hokuren broke the kiss, leaving Ji Hao confused.
He breathed heavily, as if he was only now starting to inhale fresh air. His chest rose, and the man himself lowered his head from the disgusting rejection. His cheeks were red, and his eyes, filled with horror, didn't dare to look up. This greatly amused the Japanese man.
“Haha, you're such a terrible kisser! It’s obvious you’ve never been in a relationship. I guess it must be nice that your first kiss was with me?”
“Go to hell! That’s disgusting!”
“You have no idea how lucky you are that I, a representative of the great Japanese army, am paying attention to you.”
Ji Hao didn't want to listen to his smugness, so he began to struggle against the ropes. So much so that the skin began to bleed from the wounds. Hokuren only watched his attempts.
“Is this how you treat me? I'm leaving you alive and almost untouched, and you still try to escape? Alas, sometimes you have to accept your fate.”
“I won't rot here. If I get out, you’re finished!”
Hokuren sighed and kicked him with his foot to make him stop moving, noticing that the ropes were beginning to loosen. "He is strong..."
Hokuren began to untie him and hummed a tune with a smile under his breath. It sounded like a nursery rhyme, but Ji Hao didn't understand Japanese, didn't know what it was about. He was planning something and was only wasting time by doing everything slowly. Finally, his lower body was free, and his feet struck Hokuren's chest, knocking him onto his back.
The man gritted his teeth, not because he was hit, but because he couldn't react. But he expected an attack, so he quickly gathered himself and gripped Ji Hao's foot with his hands, and Ji Hao fell to the ground with a cry. Still holding him, Hokuren stood up and only contemplated the scene of failure with disappointment.
“Don't give up. That was a pathetic attempt.”
“Shut up! You won’t get away with this.”
“You should have said that before your territories were captured. It’s too late now, unfortunately.”
After all that was said, Hokuren, no longer risking foolish actions, knew what kind of punishment would help. Before he started fighting again.
He turned Ji Hao's body towards him and sat on top of his groin. Feeling the weight on his lower abdomen, Ji Hao tried to push him off, but he lacked the strength, and his legs were weak.
Hokuren stared intently at him, not taking his predatory eyes off him for a second, and it was oppressive. Shakes and gunshots could be heard behind the walls, people were screaming and explosions were going off outside, and this was no less alarming, but the contemplation of the wall irritated Hokuren—he wasn't paying attention to him. He placed his fingers on his neck and squeezed, cutting off the oxygen.
"Everything you did had no meaning. Why do you want to kill me even now?"
Ji Hao heard words in snatches as he desperately tried to breathe. His chest rose higher and higher.
“Why can't you speak? Did you swallow your tongue?”
With a loud laugh, he smiled again, conveying everything he thought with his closed eyes.
Ji Hao was losing consciousness, his eyes rolled back; everything was covered in a fog. His ears stopped hearing Hokuren's voice and the sounds beyond the walls. The world darkened.
“I think I overdid it a bit, but oh well,” he released his hands and placed them on his chest.
Gasping for air, and although it smelled of dirt and dust, the desire was still stronger than reason. A breath every second without stopping, and his eyes, as if only now coming back to life, spun in different directions. And all this was accompanied by the sounds of the man's voice, which only excited Hokuren.
His gaze fell on the military uniform. Dark green, made of quite good quality fabric, which completely covered his body. It was wrinkled and had sand stains. Small gold-colored fasteners and a very narrow belt.
And what was hidden under this warm clothing? He couldn't hold back any longer. He always liked to look at people from different angles, but most of all—their naked bodies. His hands were still resting, but now, how to use this? He went up to the very top button and unbuttoned it, causing the fabric to open in two parts. This was a relaxing obsession, and he continued to do it all the way to the bottom. Ji Hao already understood what was happening, but he could only watch as his personal boundaries were being invaded before his eyes.
“Stop, what are you doing!” he cried out, trying to stop him, but it didn't help.
“I was always curious how such a quiet person looks without all this junk. What are you hiding from us?”
After fully undressing him, Hokuren expected that was all, but a white undershirt was visible beneath the uniform, which could no longer be unbuttoned, but even that didn't stop him. He took off his outer clothes, exposing his shoulders. And, pulling the undershirt towards himself, he got up, and Ji Hao got up too, starting to stretch the white fabric, and the sound of tearing was heard. It took him only three minutes to toss it aside like a rag. Now nothing covered the white skin. Hokuren could no longer restrain himself, and just as Ji Hao was about to say something, something slick touched the center of his chest. He looked on in shock as the Japanese man licked him, like a dog. China's face turned red from this action, and he tensed up due to the unpredictable actions.
“Stop it!”
Hokuren ignored the request and only wanted to bring him to the pleasure that he was trying so hard to ignore. He was playing with him to drive him crazy. He began to squeeze the right nipple, which made the man freeze and blush, and the Japanese man could not help but notice it.
“Don't deceive yourself.”
“No!”
“How good that I absolutely don't care,” with these words, biting the nipple with his sharp teeth, which made Ji Hao scream.
Hokuren stroked his hair, and every strand lay unevenly in the thicket. He was in no hurry to end the moment. Oh no, this was far from the end.
The Japanese man let go of the already reddened nipple, from which transparent saliva was dripping.
Ji Hao was trembling, and his legs and arms slipped on the floor; he clearly didn't like what was being done to him. He cursed Hokuren in his native language, and it was irritating.
With all his actions, he showed that this was driving him crazy. Covering his mouth with his hand, but even so, Ji Hao didn't shut up for a minute, and the consequences didn't scare him.
“You are so cute, but it's a pity that you are incapable of anything,” he said with a hint of disappointment and squeezed his lower jaw.
“Why do you have such a beautiful face, but you yourself are nothing?”
Ji Hao was moaning and wanted to say more terrible words to his face, which he himself was afraid of. But unexpectedly for him, the Japanese man let go of his lips, moved closer, and kissed him on the cheek. It was a tenderness, like a soft slap to the face. Nothing like this had happened between them during this time.
“You can hate me forever, kill me if your inner voice desires it, but I will always love you and remember everything that will happen to us,” Hokuren exhaled, as if he had been carrying a burden for so long.
“What?” he looked at him in confusion.
His whole body and mind sharply reacted to the unknown danger. The sensation was very noticeable, and goosebumps ran across his skin at great speed.
Hokuren stood up from his groin and now knelt down, and now began to unbuckle his belt, not even looking at Ji Hao, while he lay in deep astonishment. He realized what this was leading to, and fear gripped him. His limbs were trembling.
“Stop!” his voice was cut by a note of anger, and his throat was hoarse.
No one listened to him, everyone was indifferent, but he didn't want to give up.
When the belt was removed, he pushed off the ground and wanted to knock Hokuren down with his whole body, but the latter no longer took his actions seriously, simply took him by both shoulders and put him back on the ground.
While the enemy was taking off his pants, Ji Hao tried to reach him. It was impossible to convey anything reasonable to him, and his impassive face, which destroyed the pain and the gleam of the military man's madness that had been there an hour ago, added fuel to the fire.
“Why do you need this? Tell me, why are you doing this?”
Hokuren stopped when he had almost finished undressing, and sighed tiredly.
“You don't need to know.”
“What?..”
Before he could say a word, he felt something tearing inside him. His underwear was torn, and his member peeked out. The shame was boundless in front of his sworn enemy in this state, and with a reddened face to boot.
Better death than such a low defeat.
His organ was touched by a cold hand, gently stroking from below up to the head.
“No, stop! Don't touch me!” he aggressively thrashed from side to side.
Ji Hao tried to suppress his own moans through gritted teeth, which escaped against his will.
This man knew where the softest spots were to create the illusion of pleasure, but this trick would not work on him.
Hokuren's expression changed to one of satisfaction with what was happening. Stopping the caress of his member, he moved away a little, giving more free space.
“W-what are you doing?”
The Empire raised his index finger and covered his lip with it, as a sign for him to be silent. Then he began to reach for his own clothes and heard the sound of the zipper being undone.
Panic gripped Ji Hao, although he tried to hide it so as not to be weak even in this form.
He could not understand how he could calmly undress in front of him without any shame or even a frown, as if he did it every day. Their culture always surprised him, even too much. Hokuren exposed his lower body, and his organ was in full view of everyone.
Ji Hao tensed up even more, and his inner voice was crying out for help.
This was not for nothing. But why him? His body was never meant for such things and certainly not for people, especially people like Hokuren.
It was as if the universe itself wanted to punish him for his prohibitions.
Hokuren's member began to approach his exposed groin. And because of such closeness, one of them was horrified, and the other said with a smile:
“Do you think our shy boy can become a man? Right now, let’s check it out!”
“What are you…”
The sudden penetration with sharp pain was so powerful that blood flowed from the closed passage.
Ji Hao screamed with all his vocal cords and didn't even notice the tears streaming down from the hellish heat. His whole body contorted, and his face plunged into horror.
“Please, don't! I beg you!”
One push was enough for him to start sobbing non-stop.
Hokuren considered his plea but wasn't going to pull out his already bloodied member, thinking he was just playing innocent. He wanted to test him in every way to completely break him.
“How low of you to ask me for this…”
Hokuren thrust his organ inside, and the room was again filled with screams. The man understood that the consequences would be sad for him, but he didn't care.
Ji Hao, despite his loud screams, tried to speak, choking on the endless thrusts inside.
He was being torn inside, and saliva was already drooling from his mouth.
Hokuren tried to insert his organ even further, forcing his enemy to relax. His whimpering, almost choking, voice was beautiful.
A melody that made him listen to the voice and sounds that usually pass by the ears. Ji Hao was no longer looking at him, his gaze was fixed on the door, which was visible even despite the poor light.
Too bad it won't save him, because it’s closed. No one would come in here and bother them, everyone was currently cleaning up Nanking, and the fate of others was unknown.
To avoid getting bored with the process, Hokuren began a dialogue with him, even if no one answered, Ji Hao still heard.
“It suits you so well when you make that face. Why do you do it so rarely?”
In response, Ji Hao only groaned from the internal injuries that were tearing him apart from the inside.
“You are even silent now, it's all in your style,” like a silly child, he enjoyed it.
Ji Hao could no longer bear it. Although he was exhausted, as long as he stopped thrusting with all his might, he had a chance to reply.
“You will pay for this... bastard...”
“Of course, but not soon, so shall we continue?”
His pace quickened, and the blood served as lubrication, which began to dry and fill the room with its smell.
Ji Hao threw his head back again and, with an almost vanished voice, begged all the gods for this to stop.
He cried out all the tears in himself, and his tongue hung out. Hokuren began to moan along with him, to feel the futile attempts to ask for help along with him.
Already feeling that he was at the peak of pouring the white fluid inside, he grabbed Ji Hao by the throat and lifted him up, at which moment Ji Hao looked at him. Ji Hao sat lifelessly, having already lost everything he had. Dried drops of tears and saliva ran from him.
His eyes had lost their luster, as if they had forgotten what it was like to live.
They were completely different, nothing connected them, they were different people.
He let him go back to the ground, and he fell on his back with a thud, but no longer feeling anything.
And now semen mixed with blood flowed out of his groin.
It flowed out like spilled milk, and Ji Hao exhaled heavily and didn't dare to look down.
Hokuren was in a wonderful mood and therefore leaned down to the unfortunate man himself, kissing him on the lips, and he did not resist, but only opened his mouth wider. He was trembling all over, like an earthquake, and thought that if he satisfied the desire, he would be let go.
Breaking their closeness, Hokuren smoothed his tangled hair ends and wiped the moisture from his eyes.
“You have nothing to say, do you?”