Chapter 26.2 – Lilith night

Editor: Sammy

Proofreader: Bubbles

CW: DUBCON

“What’s the theme for today?” Winston asked a tall-statured man clad in a suit who seemed to be a security guard.

“It is Lilith’s temptation, sir.” The bodyguard’s attitude was extremely humble, completely different from the one Hunter had met in front of the bar.

“Then are there any special services?”

“You can become Lilith’s Adam.”

“I can’t drink any alcohol today, so just take care of my friend.”

The current Hunter could no longer hear what Winston was saying as he stared through the sheer curtains, towards a seated silhouette delicately undulating on a VIP. His heart beated wildly to it.

Winston glanced over at Hunter. “You can go play.”

“I can go and play? Then do you want to come?”

Winston shook his head slightly. “You go. Don’t drink too much alcohol here, otherwise you’ll have a headache tomorrow.”

“You’ll… you’ll look after me, right?”

“I will. When it’s 12 o’clock, you have to leave with me,” Winston reminded again.

“I know!”

Even if it was after a race, the team would turn a blind eye to the racers so they could let loose and destress, but that didn’t mean he could mess around all night.

If Marcus knew that he stayed out all night, he’d blow up in anger.

At this moment, three beautiful ladies came over to Winston’s side.

Winston turned over and spoke a couple of words to one of the ladies. The latter frowned, but nodded soon after.

“Dearest Adam, we’re your Liliths.”

Their voices caused Hunter to feel disoriented.

One of them tied something akin to a black tie around Hunter’s neck and pulled him away.

They sat him on a leather chair, then fastened his hands to the back and his legs to both sides of the chair.

“Hey… what are you guys scheming?”

Hunter got nervous and immediately recalled Winston’s message which mentioned a ‘bondage party’… It looked like this guy definitely wasn’t joking around! He’d meant it for real!

“We’re all Liliths; do you know what a Lilith is?”

One of them leaned against the armrest and propped her chin to observe Hunter.

“The witch of the night… Adam’s previous wife…”

“Only we can tempt Adam, and Adam isn’t allowed to resist.”

Afterwards, Hunter experienced the most unbearable period of his life.

He was unable to move, and could only watch these ladies torment him in a manner that made his blood vessels burst.

He was originally looking forward to either one of them sitting on his body, but from start to finish, all of them remained neither close nor far from him.

Even the closest moment was just them feeding him alcohol in turns.

When the first sip of wine entered his throat, Hunter choked to the point of tears. Afterwards, the rest felt as if he was being burned.

Isn’t Winston’s warning too tactful?

This tempo means far more than just a headache tomorrow morning!

He felt like it was impossible for him to escape from here!

When the second cup was brought to his mouth, Hunter began disliking the feeling of being drunk. Even though he didn’t loathe alcohol like before, he still didn’t want to get drunk.

Once drunk, he’d be reminded of his intoxicated father.

“Do you despise us? My dear, all the customers that come here must drink at least three glasses of wine. Or else we’ll send him back to hell…’

If everyone had to drink three glasses… Hunter reluctantly swallowed down the second glass.

The world started swirling, and he felt his body getting lighter.

“There’s still one more glass…”

A Lilith lightly whispered into his ear. He wanted to brood over it, but his brain couldn’t function.

As if he was in the midst of spinning out of the racetrack from losing control, and potentially crashing into the buffer zone¹Refering to the tire barriers at the side of the track at any moment.

The final glass of wine was delivered to his lips.

Unlike the spiciness from before, this glass had a refreshing taste. As he swallowed a mouthful, power seemed to seep into all the cells in his body; he felt akin to a feather floating up.

One of the ladies approached him and blindfolded his eyes with something in her hands.

“It’s time to enjoy life… Hunter, don’t ever forget the night we’ve given you…”

In the wake of the latter’s voice, his soul that was originally floating was instantly dragged back. Regardless of how he struggled, everything felt like it was falling.

In his state of muddiness, someone sat on his body.

The other’s hands gently grazed through his hair, back and forth, letting them slip between their fingers as they lifted them up.

These pair of hands stroked his cheeks with strength, as if intending to hold him in the palm of their hands— crushing and destroying him.

Unknown as to why, Hunter suddenly felt afraid.

“I… I want to go back… I want to go back…”

“Don’t you want us anymore? The game hasn’t ended yet…” A Lilith’s voice, carrying a hint of teasing, rang in his ears.

“I want to go back…” Hunter’s tongue began to tie up.

His consciousness grew hazy.

No matter how touching these Liliths were, he loathed the feeling of not being in control of himself.

Continuing on like this… He knew that he was about to lose consciousness.

Someone was gently kissing his eyes through the blindfold. The tip of the other’s tongue grazed the tip of his nose, and with a fleeting lick, caused a string of thought within the depths of his mind to stir up. Hunter heard a ringing in his ears as he was on the brink of collapse.

Following so, his cheeks and the side of his ears were filled with the other’s broken kisses, as if repressing something, unable to release it.

In his bewilderment, Hunter understood that evidently, the other had control over him in a gentle manner.

If the one controlling his father was the alcohol, then was it the alcohol or the Lilith that was controlling him right now?

His earlobe was lightly nibbled on by the latter. In the midst of his confusion, the slight pain reminded him that the one biting him was in fact real.

His chin was lifted up, exposing his neck.

Hunter grew much more afraid, he constantly felt like a weak little deer whose neck the other would tear off in a single bite, just like a ferocious beast.

“Winston… Winston, where are you… let’s go home!”

Hunter yelled out loud.

He remembered what Winston had said, he’d be looking after him!

The one who was kissing him stopped.

At this moment, his head was growing heavier and heavier. He could only rely on his last bit of soberness to call out that person’s name.

“Winston Vann… you better come here… where did you go… where did you go… Winston…”

All of a sudden, a strength pressed down upon him, as if he was abruptly pushed forward, and a force pressed onto his lips, frantically kissing him.

He wanted to call for help, yet it would be tantamount to giving his everything to the other. He wanted to block them out, yet he received a more powerful invasion in exchange.

It was akin to a blaze from hell breaking through the shackles of god, arrogantly scorching both heaven and earth.

Hunter’s tears fell down as he fell deeper and deeper…

The sound of a phone alarm resounded, along with the knocking of the door outside of the room.

Hunter felt around for half a day, turning off his phone.

His head exploded in pain.

“Hunter! Hunter Evan! Are you dead?” A voice from one of the team’s assistants sounded from the door.

“I’m still alive…” Once he spoke, Hunter realised that his throat was a little hoarse.

“You scared me to death! You didn’t eat breakfast nor your lunch! Now you also don’t want to eat your dinner! If you continue to refuse like this, Mr Marcus said that he’ll come up to feed you himself!”

“No… no need…” Hunter hammered himself on the head, then looked around his surroundings.

This room was so neat, where was this?

But observing the luggage again, it seemed like it was his?

So… this was his room?

What happened yesterday night?

Hunter remembered in his mind that Winston had taken him to an ancient castle to participate in a special party… Lilith’s night.

Afterwards, he was trapped on a chair and drank three really strong wines.

“Hey! Hunter! Come down immediately for dinner!”

“I understand… Right away!”

Who would’ve thought that I’d sleep till 6 o’clock the next day!

He walked towards the sink where he unscrewed the faucet and squeezed his toothpaste, then he lifted up his eyes to view himself in the mirror and was struck dumb.

“These… What are all of these!?”

Hunter raised his chin, his neck was littered with red traces.

“Oh my god…” He proceeded to lift up his T-shirt and realised that his chest, underbelly, and waist were simply a tragic sight.

Those frantic, irrational kisses poured into his mind.

“Oh god… those few ladies… are really powerful…”

Hunter couldn’t remember it clearly, but he faintly recalled that it was akin to falling into a deep pit where, incapable of freeing himself, all of his senses were out of control.

And it seemed like he’d been ‘taken care of’ by the ladies and released… a lot of times?

He lifted down his pants and got scared after a glance!

His thigh was littered with deep marks, it was simply a ghastly sight.

“Did those ladies… want to eat me?”

Hunter suddenly felt quite lucky that he was able to return alive.

Afterwards, he felt that his understanding of Winston rose to a whole new level.

Donald could only have a tacky bunny girls party, but the ‘Lilith’s night’ that Winston brought him to was simply asking for human lives.

It completely emptied him out!

Hunter felt both of his legs growing soft.

It was really hard to imagine where Winston would take him next time.

After washing up, he walked back into the room and realised that there was a memo on the nightstand.

It was an elegant handwriting which brought forth a sense of agileness. He could sense the intensity of the other’s writing immediately with a look: ‘You got drunk so I brought you back. See you in Austria.’

Hunter touched the tip of his nose while feeling embarrassed. He couldn’t remember how Winston had brought him back.

Alcohol was truly dreadful.

But after he got drunk, he could still remember that insane level of attraction amidst his stupor, even if it was intermittent.

Blurring the line between fantasy and reality.

Could this be the reason why dad was so absorbed in alcohol?

“Luckily Winston was there…” Otherwise, he didn’t know where he’d be while drunk.

As for his clothes piled up all over the place, it was all neatly packed into the luggage.

Even if he used his toe to think, he knew that it was Winston who helped him tidy up.

This guy had a morning flight, but he must’ve definitely known that Hunter would sleep in till late, so he helped him fix up his luggage.

In that case, Winston must’ve not slept at all during the night, right?

Hunter felt warmth in his heart.

There was a T-shirt left on the side of the bed, Winston had specially left it out for him to change into.

The moment Hunter stripped off the current shirt on his body and bent his waist, he inadvertently glanced at his back through the full length mirror.

“Fuck! Why’s there more on my back!?”

He’d clearly been trapped in a chair, his back leaning against it, so how did those women mark these?

Furthermore, it wasn’t just all the way down, even the area around his tailbone had some too!

Hunter felt that he… now had a new knowledge of a woman’s pro-activeness.

Hence, when Hunter arrived at the restaurant for dinner, everyone glanced at him with curiosity.

“Hunter… Why did you cover your neck with a towel?”

It wouldn’t have been weird if he wore a T-shirt, but instead he was wearing a collared shirt.

Hunter seemed to calmly take his meal plate. “ Oh, my neck seems to be a little allergic.”

“Allergic? You need to apply medicine! I’ll call the team doctor over!”

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The author has something to say:

When frying eggs:

Hunter: Wtf! I was kissed all over my body!

Winston: And so?

Hunter: I want to take revenge on the world! I’m gonna find that person!

Winston: And then?

Hunter: I… I…

Winston: You can kiss his body all over.

Hunter: …Is that still taking revenge?

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[1] Tire barriers

nura: sorry for the late chapter! ><

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  Refering to the tire barriers at the side of the track