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·In this story, Pu She and Mei He Ci are the top leaders of their respective factions, ostensibly cooperating while secretly trying to kill each other—they are mortal enemies. ·This story contains rape, intersex characters, mild BDSM, spanking, props, incontinence/urination, borderline control, urethral/perineal/clitoral play, body branding, bondage and suspension, a wooden horse, impregnation, and forced orgasm. ·Although this story is intended as a training/domination story, I found that the ending unexpectedly leaned towards pure love, so it has a happy ending. Ci does not suffer from Stockholm Syndrome! ·Because I found my previous work, "Pseudo-God," to be not erotic enough, I realized that plot development is essential for erotic scenes. Therefore, I will try to be more detailed in this story, hence the chapter division. ·It's a completely standard setting, and does not involve any real-world national politics or current events. Please read the warnings before proceeding. Thank you very much! ·This story is only published on AO3 and is prohibited from being reproduced in any form on the Chinese internet.

·This story will contain scenes of intersexuality/tendrils/sex toys/public indecency/incontinence/non-typical two-person travel, etc.·Please don't ask why there's a small forest on the way to the UN, it's just part of the setting.·Don't ask who the manufacturer is, it's me, the author.·Includes China, UK, and Russia personifications.·There is no intention to disrespect any country; it's purely personal preference. Please read the warnings before proceeding!·This story is only published on AO3 and is prohibited from being reposted in any form to the Chinese internet. Summary: CN, late for a meeting and forced to take a shortcut, gets stuck on a wall and is attacked by tendrils. After it's over, he doesn't realize that broken tendrils are left in his body. After the meeting, USA receives a curious little gift from a mysterious organization.

Dean took a deep breath. “I’m your soulmate.” Theoretically, Castiel should have said something comforting, something to soothe a mentally unstable person and calm the situation so he could survive. Besides, he was a trained FBI agent, almost a year with the BAU team, and he knew how to protect himself during a kidnapping. However, instead of soothing him, he blurted out, “Are you fucking crazy?” (Serial killer Dean Winchester kidnapped his soulmate, FBI agent Castiel Novak. What followed was a battle of wills—one determined to get love, the other determined to get freedom.)