(M) Chapter 28 - The Reptile’s Tongue
Chapter 11, Part 4
Novel Title: 獣はかくしてまぐわう (The Beasts Copulate This Way)
Author：風結子 沙野 (Fuyuko Sano)
Illustrator：小山田 あみ (Oyamada Ami)
Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)
Protagonists: 鹿倉 陣也 (Kagura Jinya -MC) & ゼロ (Zero -ML)
*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*
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If he showed even a moment of hesitation, it would only delight Kiriyama. So he stripped with deliberate detachment.
Yet as Kiriyama’s chameleon-like gaze slithered over his bare skin, a chill ran down Kagura’s spine.
“Lie down on the bed.”
Kiriyama peeled back the dark navy cover and blanket, revealing black sheets beneath.
Feeling his joints stiffen, Kagura lay on his back on the bed.
Although Kiriyama wasn’t wearing it now, Kagura couldn’t help but superimpose the image of the black goat mask over his face. Perhaps, in Kiriyama’s eyes, Kagura wore the mask of a lamb.
As he felt like a sacrificial offering laid on an altar, Kagura caught a glimpse of the nightscape through the window. Overlaying that view was the sight of Kiriyama, still dressed in his vest and slacks, crawling on all fours up from the foot of the bed.
If Zero was a four-legged predator, then Kiriyama was a four-legged reptile.
A massive chameleon loomed over him.
Kagura’s defensive instincts kicked in, his muscles tensing, ready to strike. The faint pain in his recently healed ribs reminded him to stay cautious.
In the reflection of the window, Kagura saw Kiriyama’s face inching closer to his. Instinctively, he turned his head away.
“Are you saving your lips for that man?”
“I simply don’t want to.”
“Who would’ve thought Detective Kagura could be so pure, clinging to something as trivial as a kiss?”
Kagura suppressed the surge of irritation, forcing it to remain hidden beneath the surface.
"Let's see how long you can keep that calm expression."
A thin tongue slid into Kagura's left ear, slithering deep into the narrow canal and flicking around. With his right ear pressed against the sheet, the damp, visceral sound echoed in his head.
Kiriyama's left hand trailed over Kagura's right chest, pinching the nipple tightly as his tongue repeatedly probed and withdrew from his ear canal.
A wave of cold disgust spread from Kagura’s chest and ear, sending chills down his spine.
The tongue that had slithered out of his ear moved to his neck, then made its way toward his left chest—only to shift to his shoulder instead. Kiriyama grabbed Kagura’s left elbow, lifting his arm, and let his tongue glide slickly back and forth from his upper arm to his wrist.
"Open your fingers."
Kagura opened the fist he hadn't realized he was clenching. Kiriyama traced the webbing between his fingers with his tongue, outlining the shape of his hand. Then, he sucked on each finger one by one, biting firmly at their bases. Even his palm was thoroughly licked.
It felt as though the saliva seeped into his skin and penetrated his very bones. His left ear and arm alone had already driven him to the point of a headache born from sheer revulsion.
Kiriyama's tongue snaked back to his shoulder and then moved to his left chest. As their eyes met while Kiriyama licked his chest, Kagura felt a pang of recollection.
The last time his chest had been licked, he'd felt a strange, fleeting spark, but this time there was none of that. Back then, the overly dark eyes peering out from behind the Zorro mask had overlapped with Zero's, causing a confused, erroneous reaction.
Now, it was simply a test of endurance, resisting the overwhelming disgust.
True to his peculiar sense of integrity, Kiriyama upheld their agreement. He refrained from touching Kagura's dick with either hand or mouth, nor did he expose his own genitals. Instead, he literally tasted Kagura's body.
After licking Kagura thoroughly while he lay on his back, Kiriyama flipped him over to his stomach and spent ample time licking his nape and back. He even licked from the calves to the backs of his thighs, leaving a trail of wetness.
It felt as though Kiriyama's saliva had formed a film over his entire body.
Kagura desperately wanted to jump into the shower, douse himself from head to toe, and scrub himself raw with an entire bottle of body soap.
Suppressing his nausea, he glanced toward the window. The dark indigo sky had begun to lighten, hinting at the approach of dawn.
Apparently, nearly two hours had passed since this ordeal began.
―――It’s almost over.
Today was a weekday, meaning both Kagura and Kiriyama would soon have to get ready and head to their respective workplaces.
As Kiriyama gently bit Kagura’s buttocks, he gripped Kagura's waist, forcing him to raise his hips in a kneeling position.
From this angle, Kiriyama could see Kagura’s dick, which was limp and dangling listlessly.
"You're not responding, I see."
"Of course not," Kagura replied coolly.
So far, he had successfully suppressed any reaction or expression that might have pleased Kiriyama. No doubt, this must have been a major disappointment for Kiriyama.
"You’ve had your fill by now, haven’t you—ah, ugh—!"
Kagura's body jerked violently, and his voice caught in his throat.
It happened again—his body convulsed as Kiriyama’s thin tongue began to writhe against the folds of his asshole, as if loosening them.
Kagura tried to pull away and glared at Kiriyama. "Stop… Not there…!"
"Is this area a sexual organ for you?" Kiriyama retorted, justifying his actions as adhering to their terms. He pressed his tongue against the same spot again.
Kagura gripped the sheets tightly. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
"Go get… ready for work," he growled through gritted teeth.
Amid the obscene sound of his asshole being probed, Kiriyama replied, "Ten more minutes, and I'll finish."
Kagura briefly thought he could endure it—but at that moment, Kiriyama pushed his tongue deeper, parting the folds and licking the resisting inner walls.
"...!"
Feeling Kiriyama within his mucous membrane brought on a wave of visceral disgust so intense he wanted to scream.
But he knew any reaction would only delight Kiriyama, so he gritted his teeth and held back, fixing his gaze on the clock.
When only five minutes remained, Kiriyama flipped Kagura onto his back.
The early morning light had already crept into the room, making their figures clearly visible to each other. Kagura’s legs were spread wide, with Kiriyama’s hands slipped under his knees to bend his body into a curled position. His ribcage groaned under the strain, making it hard to breathe.
Between his legs, which were nearly angled toward the ceiling, Kiriyama lowered his face.
This time, the folds firmly resisted the intruding tongue.
"You’re rejecting me with everything you’ve got. It’s perfect."
Kiriyama whispered this and then twisted his pointed, thin tongue into Kagura’s asshole.
Seeing the act with his own eyes brought a renewed surge of unthinkable humiliation and rage.
...And yet, deep within his body, sparks ignited.
The man looking down on him as he violated him with his tongue had eyes so dark, even in the light of dawn, that they seemed to evoke the night—and that darkness connected back to Zero.
Battling intense headaches and nausea, Kagura felt an unwelcome tension solidify in his crotch.
The knots inside him were being unravelled by the tongue.
―――No… this isn’t Zero… don’t mistake it…!
He desperately tried to convey this to his own body, yet his sensitive inner walls quivered helplessly.
"Uh… ah…"
His lips curled back as a faint sound escaped him.
Against the backdrop of a sky tinged with pale purple and blue, pre-cum began to drip from Kagura’s dick, forming a glistening thread that stretched downward.
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*Translator’s Note: OMG. The licking play…how perverted *closes eyes*. -K
Next update: 2025.11.07
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