Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 1

The initial encounter between Alois Lagrange and Joshua Planck was quite unpleasant, as Alois was in the middle of an enjoyable activity with one of his bedmates, Seth. Suddenly, the cell door opened, and a guard walked in with a new prisoner.

“Hi, Lagrange,” the guard said flatly, as if discussing the weather. “This is your new roommate. Get to know each other.”

“Couldn’t you have picked a better time?” Alois glared. Underneath him, Seth whimpered. “Why did you have to put this guy in my cell?”

“This cell happened to have an empty bed,” the guard replied nonchalantly. “And you’re probably the only one in Hecate who can keep him under control. Do your best, Lagrange. We’re all betting on who will survive the longest. I’ve got a hundred bucks on you, so don’t let me down.”

“Enough!”

Alois had been through many ups and downs and was no stranger to unexpected situations in life. He wouldn’t be discouraged by being interrupted in the middle of a piston motion. However, Seth’s mental resilience was clearly not as strong. The young man let out a sob, and his ass tightened abruptly. Then…

“Fuck! Seth, you… I… can’t… pull out…” Alois immediately wanted to find a hole to hide in.

“Oh, this looks really bad,” the guard said regretfully. His subtext was, “Too bad it didn’t crush your damn dick.” “Do you need me to call a doctor? Dr. Pythagoras would be happy to help.”

At this point, the new prisoner spoke up. “I can help. I have a medical license.”

Before Alois could agree, the prisoner stepped forward, grabbed the base of his penis, and gave it a hard pull—

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Alois’s scream echoed through the entire prison.

“Got it out.” The prisoner shrugged at the guard, who looked admiringly at him.

“As expected from someone with a medical license!”

Alois collapsed on the bed, covering his crotch. Seth, sobbing, got dressed and fled.

The guard clapped his hands. “Alright, it’s touching to see you help each other on your first meeting. This aligns with our tradition of mutual assistance in Hecate. Keep up the good spirit! Goodbye.” He turned and left the cell. The computer-controlled iron door clanged shut, separating the inside and outside worlds.

Alois wiped away the tears of pain from the corners of his eyes and tried to put on a brave face. He was the boss of the Hecate men’s prison now, and he couldn’t afford to lose face in front of a newcomer.

“Alright, newbie, I’ll let it slide since you’re new here. I’m Alois Lagrange. And you?”

“Joshua Planck.”

Alois climbed out of the lower bunk, intending to give the newcomer an unconventional lesson, but he froze, mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

The man before him was tall and lean, but not frail. The thin gray prison uniform clung to him, faintly outlining his muscular lines, making him look like a sleek leopard. The man had long, silver hair that flowed like a waterfall, draping casually over his shoulders without appearing messy. His facial features were deeply chiseled, like a statue of an ancient Greek hero from Neo-Athens. And his eyes—his irises were black, but there was a golden ring around his pupils, like a solar eclipse’s corona, or a glow emanating from the depths of a dark abyss.

Alois had been in prison for two years, and his sense of aesthetics had been forcibly altered. The galactic diva Camilla was no longer his dream girl; he had learned to appreciate the qualities of men. The man before him was undoubtedly a beautiful specimen, with a slightly aloof expression and a magnetic bracelet on his wrist that added a touch of asceticism, making Alois’s blood boil. He couldn’t help but imagine the silver-haired man in various enticing poses on the bed, and his recently abused member sprang back to life.

Joshua noticed his erection too. “Good physical condition,” he said with a slight smile.

“This is all your fault, Joshua Planck,” Alois said, not hiding his excitement. He leaned back on the bed, slightly raising his chin as if inviting Joshua forward. “You’re too beautiful, making me have improper thoughts.”

“Although it’s not the first time I’ve heard such a ‘compliment’, I’m still pleased.” The silver-haired man stood still, making Alois a bit anxious.

“Since you started the fire, you have to put it out.”

Alois thought Joshua would refuse, but to his surprise, he calmly said, “Alright, since I have a medical license.”

He approached slowly, knelt between Alois’s legs, and wrapped his long fingers around the erect desire, skillfully manipulating it. Alois sighed in satisfaction, feeling the calluses on Joshua’s fingertips, knowing they came from long-term gun use. The slight pain enhanced the pleasure, and as the ecstasy reached its peak, the stroking became faster and faster. Just as Alois was about to climax, Joshua suddenly squeezed hard—

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Alois’s scream pierced the sky of Hecate.

“You… You…” Alois rolled in pain, his penis completely incapacitated.

Joshua calmly washed his hands at the sink, as if nothing had happened. “You asked me to put out the fire, and now it’s out.” And it wouldn’t reignite for a long time.

Alois pounded the bed fiercely, seriously considering the possibility of pushing Joshua Planck into a mine pit to kill him.

By dinner time, Alois’s crotch was still throbbing with pain, but at least he could stand up and walk. He hobbled out of the cell, merging into the flow of prisoners heading to the cafeteria. Joshua followed closely behind.

“Stop following me!” Alois turned and snarled.

“I’m new here and know nothing. You have to guide me.” The silver-haired man smiled and added, “Senior.”

The guards waved their batons, making the prisoners line up to get their meals. A robot handled the food distribution, giving different dishes based on dietary balance, personal preferences, and the prison’s budget. When it was Joshua’s turn, the robot gave him a few seemingly burnt small fish, two pieces of bread, and a large spoonful of onions.

“I hate onions.”

So the robot replaced the onions with fresh, green broccoli.

“I hate broccoli too.”

The robot’s eyes glowed red, and it played a recording of a middle-aged woman shouting, “You’re lucky to get food at all! Eat it or leave it!”

Joshua disgustedly took the broccoli.

“Don’t look like you just ate a fly.” Alois led him to a table. “You have to get used to prison food. Do you expect five-star hotel treatment here? And you better not leave any food, or you’ll get beaten up by the chefs.”

“This place is awful,” the silver-haired man vented his frustration on the broccoli with a plastic fork.

“No kidding!” said a small, thin man sitting across the table. His eyes were darting around like a cunning rat. “The worst place in the galaxy, the galactic garbage dump, Hecate!”

A burly man next to him let out a booming laugh. “Haha, Lagrange, we all heard the screams from your cell today. Oh, what a commotion!”

Alois’s face turned pale.

The thin man said, “Lagrange, you’re too greedy. You’ve monopolized all the handsome guys in the prison, even the new beauty. You should leave some for us brothers!”

“Yeah!” the burly man echoed. “Since you have a new favorite, give Seth to me! You must be tired of him by now…”

Alois breathed a sigh of relief. They had all assumed the earlier scream came from Joshua. Meanwhile, Joshua Planck raised an eyebrow as if contemplating, “Should I reveal the truth? Should I? Should I?”

Alois really wanted to throw all the broccoli in Joshua’s face.

Just as Alois was about to put his plan into action, Joshua suddenly let out a sharp scream and jumped up from his seat.

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