Not knowing where she was, apart from K’s intimate and obscene warnings in her ears, Xu Qinghe could still faintly hear the song of cicadas. Those cicadas chirped so loudly in the summer sun. It must be a beautiful day outside with bright sunshine and a slight summer breeze.
She, however, was confined in this place, being at K’s mercy. She could only lie on this bed and wait for her end.
Only one wall separated her from the outside world, but the difference between the two worlds could not be more tremendous.
Even though it was summer, she could feel the piercing cold.
K saw her tense jaw, not knowing what she was thinking, and frowned in dissatisfaction. Her fingers slid from the handcuffs down her arm and finally stopped at Xu Qinghe’s chest. She slid on them gently and slowly poked them, her tone relaxed: “Office Xu seems a bit lost in thought. Why don’t we talk about my murder?”
Her fingertips twisted the flower buds that stood erect on Xu Qinghe’s breasts, pressed on them neither too lightly nor too hard, pushed them down, rereleased them so they would pop back up again. She kept teasing Xu Qinghe’s upper body for a while before continuing: “I tied up the secretary to the dining chair and then used a knife…”
She hooked her lips and stared right at Xu Qinghe’s face. Her fingers twisted around the tips of her nipples and then pinched them: “…to stab him into his neck.”
“Ahhh!”
Suddenly, Xu Qinghe’s eyes widened. Her upper body bounced up on the bed, only to be pulled back due to the handcuffs. Sharp pain emerged in her chest like needles penetrating her most sensitive places, forcing her to straighten up and lean towards K’s palms, trying to ease the pain.
Beads of sweat already hung on the side of her face. Xu Qinghe trembled and thought of pulling back her hand to cover herself, yet the metal cuffs were stuck on her wrists, bruising them with deep marks. Even her skin was red and swollen in some places from repeated scraping. Finally, she understood what K meant by that hypocritical reminder[1].
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“It hurts…let me go…ahh!”
The intense pain that came from her desperate struggle knocked the handcuffs to the bedhead, causing repeated thuds, which annoyed K greatly. She willingly released the strength in her hand and flexibly flicked the red, swollen bean with her fingers: “It hurts? Then why is this so hard?”
[2]
Xu Qinghe felt like she was being split open by something. The persistent pain and fullness took over all her sense so intensely that one couldn’t tell whether the trembling drops on her cheeks that wetted the pillow were tears or sweat.
“I…can’t…” she choked, obeying almost mindlessly, even as far as spreading her legs by herself.
Xu Qinghe turned her face away. The low sound of cicadas chirping in her ear got farther and farther.
She felt like she was going to pass out again.
K lowered her head and tapped the object, as if to make sure that Xu Qinghe really couldn’t fit it in any more before giving up. Instead, she turned to the small and delicate clitoris and pinched it, then rubbed it with two fingers.
The pleasure of climbing to the top engulfed Xu Qinghe again, and even the tiny hole faintly contracted. K kept fiddling with the small bulge while watching Xu Qinghe tremble, before she suddenly pushed the object in with great force.
With a “plop” the object got swallowed, and the hole closed violently, only leaving a narrow mouth that contracted.
A strange sensation overcame her — the feeling of fullness stretched in her bottom, and Xu Qinghe moaned with wrinkled brows. The bursting pleasure accompanied by pain flooded up her bottom. Followed by weightless dizziness, her consciousness was on the edge of fading away.
“Did you enjoy it greatly?” K patted Xu Qinghe’s soft hair tenderly until her fingertips stopped on her eyes for a second.
For a brief moment, she suddenly had the urge to look into Xu Qinghe’s eyes to see if there was fear or pain in those tear-stained eyes. However, after hesitating shortly, she quickly removed her hand and flexibly uncuffed Xu Qinghe’s right hand.
Just as K was about to withdraw from Xu Qinghe’s body, a trembling hand grabbed the corner of K’s hem — fingers clenching it tightly and refusing to let go.
The author has something to say:
Oh dear, Officer Xu is so pitiful. Being sold and still counting the money for them[3] (sigh). Did the writer kowtow to Officer Xu today? Yes! Sumimasen[4]!
The novel’s title is one of those my friends wouldn’t be interested in reading when passing by, so it’s hard for me to name it. I can’t write something like “Vicious Killer with a Ball” (the ball is the secretary’s head) or “The Personal Killer of the Delicate and Attractive Police Woman” ಥ＿ಥ
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The translator has something to say:
I actually had a hard time putting the title into proper English, like, it’s not a word that actually exists. The first hanzi means something like the prefix “un-, in-, im-” or “non-“, and the second hanzi in the title just means police. Oh well.
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