Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 629: Until The Last Breath

Cw: mention of non-con acts

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Surprise flickered in Ku Jin’s eyes for a fleeting moment before morphing into pure mirth. The way he gazed at Jia Molei now was akin to looking at an amusing pet, or a pitiful clown with ruined make-up.

"What do you mean? Who’s playing house with whom?"

"Is there another person here aside from the two of us?" Jia Molei retorted, then he began to count with his fingers. "You locked me up here, drugged me, cut off the telephone lines, toyed with me however you want. And the last time I tried to run away, you chained me up. What is it, if not playing house? I can’t read you at all. If you’re doing this because you thought we could—"

"And why should you be able to read me?" Ku Jin cut him off mid-sentence with a shit-eating grin on his face. He propped his knee on the couch and loomed over Jia Molei, caging the man in his arms. "Isn’t it more important that we’re having fun? I’m sure that you’ve had your fair share of fun too, haven’t you?" He slipped a hand into the hem of Jia Molei’s shirt, but the latter promptly slapped him away.

"If you’re doing this because you thought we could go back to the way we were," Jia Molei continued his earlier sentence, enunciating each word with a glare. "Then you’d better get yourself checked in a mental hospital for being so fucking delusional. I can send you a list if you want."

Their gazes clashed in midair, both refusing to back down.

Amidst the hushed chatter and laughter from the television, Ku Jin’s smile slowly faded. Without that obnoxious smile on his face, one’s attention would immediately be drawn to his eyes. There was nothing particularly special about them per se, but if you looked closer, you might feel like you were sucked into a black hole. It was the kind of gaze that could send shivers down your spine if looking at them for a second too long.

However, Jia Molei not only showed no signs of discomfort, but he also stared right into them with a challenging look.

"Delusional?" Ku Jin slowly said. "Do you mean to say that I’m the only one having fun? Are you sure, really, really sure, that you’re not enjoying it even for a second?"

Jia Molei had really outdone himself this time by not bashing this bastard’s head on the nearest available surface before tearing the whole house apart. His entire body shook from suppressing his rage, sneering,

"What do you think?" he gestured at his chained ankle. "Do I look like I’m having fun?"

Ku Jin tilted his head and narrowed his eyes in scrutiny, as though he still couldn’t comprehend where Jia Molei was coming from. "You..." he began to speak, only to release a frustrated sigh. He plopped himself back onto the couch and slouched bonelessly. "Why are you so angry all of a sudden?" he groused. "You always react like this whenever I bring XIU up. How annoying. What’s so good about him anyway? Wait..." he abruptly straightened up and gasped as though a mind-boggling possibility had just crossed his mind. "Did you two fuck? You did, didn’t you? Or else why would you take his side again and again? Damn it, you’d better make yourself clear right now, Molei! Is he better than me? Huh?!"

Watching Ku Jin’s theatrical antics that grew more and more absurd by each passing second, Jia Molei couldn’t even muster the energy to be angry anymore. He merely let out a flat ’haha’ and flipped the man a middle finger. Had it been the usual him, he would have exploded out of sheer rage and mortification at the baseless accusation. And he knew that it was exactly what Ku Jin wanted – to pull a reaction out of him.

But now... Jia Molei was tired. He was so fucking sick and tired of being trapped in this place with this psycho. If a reaction was what Ku Jin wanted, then he would make sure never to give it to the man.

Hence, he shifted his gaze back to the television and sure enough, Ku Jin immediately stopped speaking. Whether it was from surprise or anger— Jia Molei no longer wanted to waste his energy analyzing it. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Haa..." a low chuckle echoed from Ku Jin after a few moments of silence.

Before Jia Molei could react, he found himself being roughly pushed down onto the couch with Ku Jin looming above him, between his legs. Jia Molei’s hackles raised when the man began to tear at his clothes. "You bastard—"

There was a manic, almost crazed look in Ku Jin’s eyes. "You’re asking for this, Molei. Again and again, why do you keep making me angry?" His tone was gentle, in stark contrast to his brutal and savage movements. "Didn’t you say that you couldn’t read me? Fine, I will tell you. People like me..." he tilted his head to avoid a punch aiming at his face before grabbing both of Jia Molei’s wrists and pinning them above the man’s head. He continued, "People like me, we beggars are born with nothing, you know? I learned from the very first second I was born into this world, that if we want something, we have to fight for it until our last breath. We were all so foolish, so desperate..."

Jia Molei no longer registered what Ku Jin was saying, for he was too busy struggling to break free. "You fucker, let go of me before I make you regret it...!"

Ku Jin might look slender at a glance, but he was surprisingly powerful, so much that he managed to restrict Jia Molei’s furious struggles. Ku Jin proceeded to rip off Jia Molei’s pants, but before he could reach the final point, Jia Molei extended a leg and kicked him right on the stomach, sending him rolling off the couch.

"Fucking son of a bitch!" Veins flared out of Jia Molei’s neck as he hollered in rage, "What the fuck do you take me as? A fucking sex doll you can use as you please?! I’d bite your needle-sized dick off if you dare to try this again!"

Coughing, Ku Jin sat up and wiped the blood that trickled down from his lips. He still had that completely crazy look on his face. "You want to meet XIU so badly? Fine, I will let you..." he threw his head back and cackled out loud. "I will let you see him on the day I kill him with my own hands!"