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Komodo dragons truly are a pain to deal with. By the time I fought my way to the top floor of their headquarters, I'd been bitten twice, covered in minor cuts, and had run out of bullets.

I pried the dragon's head off my left arm, tore off sleeve, and used it to bind my armpit, reducing the blood loss. Stubborn beast—it kept its jaws locked on me even after I broke its neck. Thankfully, the wound wasn't too serious to hinder me. Only the boss and his two bodyguards remained. Drawing the daggers at my waist, I prepared to finish this.

“Why is he still standing? Didn't Juan manage to bite him?" The cartel boss, clearly unnerved after years of cushy living at the top, stammered. His two bodyguards, however, remained cool and composed, each flicking out their tongues. Definitely not opponents that could be dealt with easily.

“This level of opponent requires a resolve to die to take down. Juan's venom should kick in soon, but I'll buy us some time," said one of the bodyguards, retracting his tongue. The other nodded in agreement.

“Cover me." The first bodyguard unsheathed a machete and lunged at me with blinding speed.

“Since when did Mexican cartel enforcers start using machetes? Isn't that more of an African warlord aesthetic?" I joked, blocking the first strike with the dagger in my left hand.

“Function over brand association," he replied, retreating the moment his blade clashed with mine to avoid my counterstrike.

So, a pragmatist. I wondered if their blood was red like ours.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a glint of metal and immediately lowered my stance, nearly grazing the floor as I surged forward. Planting my left-hand dagger into the ground as a pivot, I spun and kicked the lizard's shin.

At the same time, the second bodyguard fired his gun, spraying wood chips from the floor where I'd just been standing.

“That kind of movement isn't natural, wolf!" The bodyguard I'd cornered against the wall leapt at me, aiming a chop at my unarmed left arm.

A move with such an obvious opening, just to land a hit on me? Fine. I don't mind fighting animals who've embraced their death wish. I'll honor your resolve.

I raised my right hand swiftly, feeling the sting of pain in my left bicep. The wound wasn't deep, just as I'd expected. With a swift upward slash, I severed his left pectoral muscle and humerus, cutting through the brachial artery in the process. As the motion reached its end, I reversed my grip and slashed downward, slicing through the corresponding part of his right side. Before the lizard hit the ground, I pivoted and plunged the dagger into the gap between his vertebrae.

“José, what are you waiting for? Shoot him!" the boss screamed as the first bodyguard's body convulsed on the floor. His panic turned to silence when he noticed a hole in José's head, followed by the latter collapsing lifelessly.

Dawn's marksmanship was, as always, impeccable.

“I'm guessing the machete was coated with Komodo venom, right? Sacrificing yourself just to land a hit is pretty intense. But it's this overreliance on a single trump card that led to your downfall today." I removed my shirt and wrapped it around the wound on my left arm.

“I have the antidote, just...!" The boss's lips moved, but I wasn't listening.

Couldn't he come up with something original? I drew another dagger and threw it, pinning his left foot to the floor.

“I hate unnecessary chatter," I said. Whether he understood me was unclear, but I needed to ensure his attention was on me. Talking to air without a response would only waste my time.

He screamed as he knelt, trying to pull the dagger out. I stepped on his hand, driving the blade deeper and eliciting a more agonized wail from him as his bones cracked.

“You have received significant payments from this account. What did you sell them? Goods or services?" I dangled a slip of paper with a string of numbers in front of him.

He shook his head furiously, still howling in pain. Sighing, I kicked his shoulder, dislocating his humeral ball joint.

“Don't test my patience. When I'm angry, I lose control, and neither of us wants that, right?" I pulled a smaller knife from my leg holster and pressed it against his snout.

“I've never seen a reptile shed its skin up close. Today my curiosity quota only allows for one thing, so I suggest you choose your words wisely." I waved the paper again, but his attention stayed fixed on his screams.

“Let's consider that your final decision," I said, pinning his head in place. I pressed the blade against his skin and began slicing toward his forehead. “But I'm very reasonable—you can always change your mind."

For the rest of the time, he alternated between screams and spitting out occasional bits of possibly useful information.

***

"Routine status report: no anomalies." I whispered into the microphone attached to my ear while hiding under the camouflage blanket. The night sky was filled with stars without light pollution, but it increased the risk of exposing my location.

"Roger. I'm going to help the botchan with his wounds now. Use the third channel for the next report, over." Dusk replied on the other end.

"Affirmative, Dawn out." I picked up my binoculars and checked the surroundings of the safe house again. I activated the motion sensors around me. As a sniper, I had to rely on myself to take care of everything when there was no observation team. However, with the development of technology, more and more equipment could reduce the burden on snipers.

"Botchan, I'm coming in."

Did Dusk forget to turn off the receiver? I heard the sound of the door opening and Dusk suddenly stopped with the sound of a glass bottle and metal instrument colliding.

"Why are you standing there?" Botchan's voice sounded calm now.

"B-Botchan, please let me handle it. You might get infected if you mess around like this." Dusk's voice sounded panicked, something must have happened. The motion sensor showed no activity within a hundred meters, so my curiosity drove me to pick up the binoculars and look at the safe house.

Botchan was standing near the window wearing only a boxer. His tight boxer could not conceal his handsome buttocks and strong thigh lines. Dusk was using alcohol cotton balls to clean and disinfect the various small wounds on botchan's body. I noticed that his hand was shaking slightly. Botchan must have noticed too, but his expression showed no signs of emotion.

Unlike the usual lean and slender body of a grey wolf, botchan's torso was very strong and broad, more like the body of a bear. His biceps and chest muscles were as solid as rocks, and the lines of his serratus anterior and abdominal muscles were clearly defined. The muscles of his upper body were entangled, rising and falling in a perfect and flawless way, like an exquisite work of art.

I want to see back muscles, too. I don't know if they are as I imagined.

I try to use the twin legend's telepathy to convey my thoughts to Dusk. But if it weren't for the fact that it was completely absurd, it might be that Dusk has already been stunned and doesn't want to bother with me. Dusk is so easily swayed by his penis. By the way, your alcohol swab is already dry. You might want to grab another one.

I shake my head vigorously, trying to remember my responsibilities. I should have told them that the layout of this temporary safe house is not good, and not to stand by the unprotected window. I even drew the sniper's line of sight area for them to avoid. I was about to speak when botchan spoke first.

"How long have you been working with me?" While pondering the botchan's question in silence, Dusk seemed to have finally noticed that the alcohol swab had dried up. He threw down the cotton ball, untied the gauze on botchan's left hand, and picked up a needle and thread to prepare for sewing.

"Six months." Dusk finally answered after thinking for a long time, and dealt with the wound very skillfully, while I could only stare blankly a kilometer away. I should have chosen the profession of an observer. Damn it, I wonder if the touch of those huge biceps is the same as it looks.

"You are both very professional. I have already asked dad to make you permanent member of my tracking squad." Botchan turned sideways to check the stitches on his hand.

Oh holy Rex, those back muscles!

"But don't transfer your worship of my dad to me," botchan continued.

As he was about to put his tools back on the tray, dusk dropped them to the ground, making a clanging sound as the metal hit the floor. He stared at botchan in a daze, mouth agape with surprise.

"It's really weird to accept the worship of believer. I can only tolerate loyal dogs who want to serve me." Botchan said.

Wait, what was happening? I increased the magnification and noticed botchan's tight boxer and Dusk's bulge, realizing that both of them were erect.

As if his wish had been granted, Dusk carefully stroked the powerful statue-like body, gently licking every muscle and scar, just to please this mighty presence. Botchan held Dusk's face and caressed it almost tenderly before pulling off his shirt.

It was as if Dusk had touched a sacred area but had not been punished by the Rex, instead being rewarded.

Dusk greedily embraced botchan, his hands wandering over those perfect back muscles, and hungrily licking and biting the massive chest. Slowly moving towards the abdomen, Dusk's trembling hands slowly took off botchan's boxer.

Even from this distance, I could see Dusk's pupils dilate to the extreme, like hesitating which dish to start with at a feast. However, before he could take the next step, botchan slapped him.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, you idiot?" Botchan turned around and walked to the desk by the window, as if looking for something.

Oh, Rex, he looked exactly as I had imagined, with his large and erect wolfhood, veins bulging, and wet glans almost touching his belly button. As a professional sniper, I estimated it to be eighteen and a half centimeters.

As I consciously pulled my chin back, I suddenly felt jealous of Dusk. I couldn't believe I had entered fanboy mode.

Sweet Rex, even I didn't expect that to happen.

Nearly 80% of animals in Ireland adhere to the Rex Roman Church, which is a religious denomination based on the Vatican, and even after joining the EU, the region remains relatively conservative.

The recent Popes have made significant reforms to try to keep up with the times, but old ideas are not so easy to change. So in my short twenty-something years of life, I have never had the opportunity to explore myself, not even to discuss my confusion or struggles even with Dusk, and I know he's the same way.

Botchan then took out a condom and put it on his massive penis, making it look shimmering with a greasy luster. Dusk knelt down and began licking botchan 's testicles, holding that giant member with one hand and masturbating himself with the other.

This shocking scene made me unconsciously undo my own belt and grab the hot and hard penis.

What was I thinking?

I shook my head hard, trying to stay rational. If I did something stupid and left behind a scent, it would lead to the leakage of the squad's information. This would be extremely fatal for a sniper who needs to remain secretive. Just from the smell, the physiological condition of a sniper, the equipment support, and even the size of the squad could be determined, not to mention it could be used to track our position.

So snipers always carry powerful deodorants to eliminate their scent, but deodorants themselves also have a smell. If I used enough to eliminate my impulsive scent, it would definitely be discovered by other trackers.

After thinking it over, my head became a little calmer, and I put my penis back in my pants, but my eyes couldn't move away from such a stimulating scene.

Botchan lifted Dusk and placed him on the table by the window, and completely removed Dusk's pants then began caressing Duk's body. Botchan's expression even became somewhat gentle.

"Ah..." Dusk couldn't help but let out a soft moan as botchan's large hand gently played with his penis. Botchan's other hand continued to roam around Dusk's body, occasionally focusing on his sensitive spots, causing Dusk to gasp even more intensely.

When botchan saw that Dusk had relaxed enough, he spread Dusk's legs and put them on his shoulders. He began probing Dusk's anus with his fingers to help him adjust. Based on botchan's movements and Dusk's increasing moans, he slowly increased the number of fingers he inserted.

"I'm going in now." Botchan whispered, and Dusk nodded nervously.

"Ah... it hurts..."

I couldn't see clearly from my perspective, but I could tell from Dusk's pained expression that botchan was slowly thrusting deeper inside.

"Mmm..." Botchan also let out a low moan and continued to caress with Dusk to try to ease the pain. "Is it okay?" After stopping the thrusting motion for a while, botchan asked, and Dusk nodded that he could endure it. Botchan then began supporting Dusk's waist and started thrusting while still stroking with Dusk's penis.

At first, the thrusting was slow, but when Dusk got used to it, botchan began to speed up. Both of their muscles tightened, and botchan's already well-defined body looked even more majestic.

"Ah..." Through the headphones, I heard Dusk's lustful moans, as well as the melody of their bodies colliding. If it continued like this, I wouldn't be able to resist. Watching the wolf that looked exactly like me being ravaged by another strong gray wolf, it was as if I was being crazily thrust inside and it excited me.

Just as I was about to turn off the sound because I could no longer bear it, botchan picked up Dusk and maintained a position where his large and thick penis was completely inserted. Dusk let out a cry of pain and pleasure that couldn't be distinguished, perhaps both.

Botchan increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, causing Dusk to moan continuously and tightly embrace him. Botchan's breathing also began to grow heavier. At this point, botchan looked straight at me with a hint of a smile, his eyes flashing.

Wait, did he know that I was watching all along?

"Dawn, your routine status report?" He deliberately pronounced each word slowly, letting me see his lip movements clearly.

"No... no abnormalities." I forced myself to stay composed and gave a response.

His move caught me off guard, and I even noticed that I forgot to switch channels. But botchan just gave me a smile, then pushed Dusk onto the table and held onto his waist, continuing to thrust wildly. Dusk bit his hand to suppress his moans after botchan talking to me.

"No abnormalities is good." Botchan's voice continued to roar along with his low moans, and Dusk began to tremble all over, even with his effort to bite his hand. The shaking grew stronger and stronger, but botchan didn't slow down at all. Dusk shot out semen wave after wave under botchan's fierce attacks and couldn't help but moan out loud.

This scene almost made my composure collapse, as if I were the one being penetrated and cum. My whole body muscles began to tremble slightly. Dusk's intense ejaculation finally stopped, but botchan did not slow down his thrusts. Dusk's head flopped to the side, but his penis remained hard and erect, emitting a pleading cry with the frequency of the thrusts.

After a while, botchan began to pant heavily, and his wild low growl sounded like some kind of primal and powerful call. With the final thrust, botchan threw his head back and let out a wild howl, while Dusk reached his second climax and semen shot out onto his chest and abdomen.

"I'm actually quite certain that there is no evidence of our whereabouts being leaked or being watched in this wilderness. You don't have to set the highest level of defense line all the time. It's easy to exhaust yourself and increase the risk of making mistakes. You are always welcome to come back and join us."

This was the first time botchan showed concern for me. Previously, I had been constantly opposing botchan out of fear of angering Alpha, which made our relationship a bit tense. Or was it all just my imagination?

Like Alpha, botchan rarely showed emotions that other animals could interpret, but when he just said "you are always welcome to come back and join us," was that a teasing tone?

Botchan still stood by the window, with his eyes shining and a mysterious smile on his face.

"Roger. I'm going back now." After checking all the instruments and confirming that there were no threats lurking nearby, I began to disassemble the sniper rifle and the camouflage blanket.

I feel like I brushed past the surface of myself today, the part of me that I didn't know existed, catching a glimpse of the shining mysterious eyes underneath.

I saw myself, I saw the divine.

***

After lunch, Ayaan and I returned to the dorm room. I desperately needed some rest; otherwise, the afternoon would be unbearable.

“This spot for you. You can keep your stuff here from now on," I said, opening the wardrobe and pointing to the upper shelf.

“Oh, sure, no problem." He set his backpack down. “What's wrong with you? You look like you're about to drop dead." He wasn't far off.

“Just didn't sleep well. I need to rest. Feel free to use the desk if you want," I said, yawning as I climbed up to the top bunk. Sliding under the blanket, I fumbled for my bone-shaped pillow.

I heard the sound of Ayaan pulling out his laptop and plugging it in. But before long, my heavy eyelids closed, and darkness enveloped me.

***

“Dad, it's me. We're following another lead. Dusk decrypted the hard drive we found earlier, and using the bank account transaction history, I've been tracing the target's clients one by one. I've confirmed that the target purchased a large quantity of Komodo dragon venom, though their motive remains unclear.

“Hmm? A Mexican cartel wiped out? Isn't that pretty common? Whenever one cartel gets overthrown, a power vacuum forms, and other animals quickly rise to fill the void. What's that? The cartel boss's skin was flayed and nailed to the front door? Wow. Even by Mexican cartel standards, that's setting a whole new benchmark for brutality. Alright, I get it. I'll be careful.

“I'm about to board my flight. Those gang street fights won't... Wait, what? Are you sure this is the best time to meet with Mexico's Beastar? Didn't you just tell me to be careful? Yeah, I know, but is this really our top priority right now?

“I agree. We should focus on taking down this organization first before worrying about anything else in the world. They've come directly to our doorstep—wouldn't it be negligent not to respond with full force? Fine, we'll leave it at that for now. Take care of yourself too."