Chapter 2

Early the next morning, after tucking him in and wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, I headed to the military headquarters.

My subordinate handed me the information they had gathered about him.

This man called Ethan had a simple background - just an orphan struggling to survive in society.

I smiled, guessing that Ethan might be following me for money.

But I didn't mind. After all, I had marked him. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He was destined to be mine for life.

"General, I still think we can't keep this person," my subordinate suddenly spoke up.

I shook my head, indicating that I didn't mind even if he came for money.

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then handed me a photo.

"Ethan bears some resemblance to that masked general. I suspect he might be here to steal our military secrets."

The photo showed the side profile of the enemy general after removing his mask. Although the image was blurry, there was indeed a resemblance to Ethan.

In an instant, I became alert and rushed back to the hotel.

The moment I opened the door, I was stunned.

Ethan's fair skin was exposed, wrapped in red rope that snaked up to a bow at his neck. He wore fluffy cat ear accessories on his head and was kneeling on the bed, his pristine thighs on display.

Perhaps due to embarrassment, his fair skin had taken on a faint reddish hue, incredibly alluring.

He kept his head lowered, his eyelashes fluttering, the tips of his ears red. He didn't dare look at me.

"Babe, I'll be very good. Please don't abandon me." His voice was timid, with a hint of tears.

I hugged him tightly but didn't rush to untie the bow. Instead, I caressed his fingers.

His fingers were beautiful - slender and fair, with a thin layer of calluses between them.

Not like someone who often handles guns.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Ethan tilted his head, looking at me with a blushing face, as if he didn't know what I was doing.

I traced from his fingers to his arm, gripping his joint tightly. My teeth grazed his scent gland. "I really want to dislocate all your joints, so you can only lie in bed at my mercy."

I figured that if he really was the enemy general, he would have lashed out by now, given how much I was provoking him.

But Ethan only breathed heavily for a moment, his heartbeat quickening slightly. The pheromones he emitted remained gentle, without a trace of fear or anger.

"As long as you're willing, I'll be your plaything," Ethan licked his lips, his voice tinged with excitement.

Feeling the changes in his body, I chuckled and bit down hard on his scent gland, mumbling, "You're quite the pervert."

Ethan let out a soft moan, seemingly accepting this label. His body trembled as he panted heavily, "Help me, babe."

I untied the rope, staring at the red marks left by the tight binding, and pressed down hard on them.

Tears immediately welled up in Ethan's eyes. He grabbed my hand, his voice hoarse, sounding both pleading and delighted, "It hurts."