Master of Masters 5

Chapter 5: “You really know how to push your luck.” [Koeyle 8…

He Yue let out a long breath.

His throbbing senses were slightly relieved, and his relaxed throat could accommodate the intrusion to its limit.

He abruptly pressed Koeyle’s head, thrusting into his throat.

“Cough, cough…”

Koeyle hadn’t finished swallowing before he choked, coughing and gagging.

He supported himself with one hand on the ground, the other clutching his neck as he coughed until his face turned red. His kneeling posture was no longer standard; he was more like slumped on the ground.

Compared to his disheveled state, He Yue appeared exceptionally composed. He adjusted his clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Aside from the negligible wrinkles on his clothes, he was elegant and dignified enough to attend a luxurious banquet immediately. He couldn’t possibly be overwhelmed by such clumsy and inexperienced treatment; being able to feel a little pleasure was already quite difficult.

However, compared to the rough technique, what He Yue enjoyed more was the medal symbolizing honor and status kneeling before him. He was surprised that such a physique was hidden beneath the well-tailored military uniform.

The system had really picked an interesting conquest target.

Koeyle coughed a few times and looked up at He Yue, who was looking down at him, his vision still slightly blurry. His voice was hoarse and thick with nasal congestion: “Male Insect… do I now have a chance to earn the opportunity for you to remove my imprint?”

He Yue smiled but remained silent.

Koeyle remembered He Yue’s words, his grip tightening on the collar of his military jacket. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if making a huge decision.

“Can I, beg you, to… fuck me…?”

The ice block chilled the air in the basement, but it did nothing to cool Koeyle down. His cheeks were flushed red, along with the tips of his ears.

After saying these words, he felt as if his bones were soaking in a potion, both numb and stimulated.

Was it pheromones?

Koeyle took a deep breath.

No, he was quite averse to pheromones, to the point of nausea. Even the slightest scent was unbearable, making his scalp tingle. He was certain he hadn’t smelled any pheromones, yet it was as if the abstract descriptions of the heat period in textbooks had materialized.

Limp limbs, and noticeably stained military trousers.

He Yue put his hands in his long coat pockets and leaned forward slightly: “Is the colonel satisfied with his performance?”

“No, no, I’m not satisfied.”

Koeyle’s panic was evident; he was no longer as composed as when he first met He Yue. Of course, he knew his performance was terrible, especially since there wasn’t a hint of approval in He Yue’s eyes.

“I, this is my first time, so…” He knelt up, dragging his numb knees a step closer to He Yue. “I will practice, I will work harder, I will definitely…”

“Colonel, you should know what you’re saying.” He Yue interrupted him.

Koeyle nodded repeatedly: “Yes, I know, I know what I’m saying and doing. I’m not confused, I, I’m very clear-headed.”

He Yue nodded and took a slow step forward, his toe nudging a puddle of cloudy fluid on the ground. It was precisely what Koeyle had coughed up earlier, mixed with his saliva and other fluids.

“Will you do whatever I say?”

“Yes.” Koeyle’s gaze shifted to He Yue’s toe, landing on the cloudy puddle.

“Good, lick it up.”

Even though he had anticipated it, Koeyle’s face stiffened, and he froze.

The long-uncleaned floor was disgustingly dirty, covered in a thick layer of dust. But that wasn’t the most crucial point. What dealt a heavier blow to his dignity was that he had to press his face to the ground and lick the dirty floor and the cloudy fluid with his tongue.

As he hesitated, He Yue’s voice rang out.

“Three, two…”

Before the last number could be uttered, Koeyle closed his eyes and pressed his face down. His tongue touched the cold floor, the taste buds exploding with a salty and fishy taste, and along with it came real tears of emotion.

The towers of intellect and dignity collapsed, shattering along with the colonel’s glory.

The dust and fluid on the floor were swept into his mouth until the small area was completely clean.

Koeyle lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead resting on the back of his hand, biting his lip hard to suppress his sobs. No matter how suffocating and uncomfortable he had felt before, no matter how much his throat had hurt, it couldn’t compare to the impact of this moment.

“Koeyle, look up at me.”

The stern voice pulled his wandering thoughts back, returning him to the cold basement. He wasn’t addressed as “Colonel,” just his name, connected only to him as a person.

He knew it was embarrassing to cry, and his dust-covered face was also very undignified. But he didn’t want He Yue to see him like this, and he didn’t follow the order to look up.

“One last time, look up.”

The previously softened tone returned to its coldness, and Koeyle shuddered, immediately obeying the command and meeting He Yue’s gaze.

“Do you enjoy making me repeat myself?”

“I’m, I’m sorry… I didn’t react…”

He Yue’s hand touched his cheek and asked: “With this reaction speed, you would have died countless times on the battlefield, wouldn’t you?”

Koeyle completely deflated: “I, I know my performance was terrible… serving you, just now…”

“So fragile, how did you become a colonel?”

Koeyle lowered his eyes, his voice muted: “I’m usually… not like this.”

He Yue laughed: “Is it because of me that you’ve become so clumsy and useless?”

Koeyle mumbled softly, his tone unintentionally laced with a petulant complaint: “It’s all because of you that I’ve become like this…”

“It’s really not easy to get Colonel to say something I like to hear.”

He Yue’s guidance was quite effective, pulling him back from the brink of collapse, leaving him in a state of uncertainty.

The atmosphere relaxed considerably, and Koeyle felt a slight comfort from He Yue’s softened expression. He calmed down a bit and was able to focus his attention back on He Yue.

“To be honest, you really are terrible. Disobedient, easily distracted, stubborn, terrible technique, and arrogant… If you were at ‘Castle,’ I wouldn’t even bother giving you a second glance.”

Koeyle, criticized to the point of worthlessness, avoided He Yue’s gaze, looking elsewhere in despair. The name ‘Castle’ was unfamiliar, but he didn’t delve into it.

“But fortunately, I’m not entirely uninterested in you.” He Yue’s hand fiddled with the tassel on his epaulette. “Be grateful that your epaulettes are beautiful enough for me to give you a little more patience.”

“Plus, although you hesitated just now, you still made the right choice before I finished counting. I’m somewhat satisfied with that.”

The light refracted by the ice landed in Koeyle’s eyes, sparkling like crystals.

“Good children who perform well deserve rewards. Come closer.”

Koeyle dragged his numb knees closer to He Yue, staring blankly, waiting for his next move.

He Yue put his arm around his shoulders, letting him lean his cheek against him.

Their kneeling positions naturally created a height difference, and when Koeyle tilted his head, it only reached He Yue’s leg. He relaxed his entire body, leaning against He Yue, gently rubbing his cheek against him.

He had thought He Yue would push him away for this presumptuous action and slap him on the other cheek. He closed his eyes, waiting for the stinging pain, but it didn’t come.

Instead, He Yue gently rubbed his head, like soothing a pet that had just been scolded for misbehaving. He even reached around Koeyle’s head and wiped the dirt from his mouth with his fingertips.

Koeyle’s heart throbbed violently.

He shifted, turning his head and pressing his forehead against He Yue’s leg, wrapping his arms around it. He was confused, the dry, painful sensation in his throat still lingering.

He didn’t understand why he was so dependent on someone who had just been so cold and even cruel.

He only felt that this moment of warmth was worth the humiliation and pain he had just endured.

“You really know how to push your luck.” He Yue chuckled, not pushing him away, but instead holding his head with one hand and gently pinching his earlobe.

[Koeyle, 8%]

The system’s voice rang out. The effect of pressing his advantage exceeded He Yue’s expectations.

“Koeyle, I can give you another chance. You won’t disappoint me, will you?”

The person in his arms didn’t speak, only nodding.

(System, can I bring my toolbox?)

[The toolbox from Castle?]

(Yes. You can’t expect me to build tools myself in this place, can you?)

[I’ll try.]

The system’s voice disappeared for a moment before returning.

[Connected. What does the host need?]

(Jump rope.)

[…What?!]

The system was certain it had heard the two words clearly and that they meant what he thought they meant.

[Does the host really need to go this far?]

(This is nothing. You really talk too much. Yes or no, give me an answer.)

The system went silent for a moment, offering another silent prayer for this clueless, even expectant, conquest target.

[It’s, in the host’s coat pocket…]

He Yue indeed found what he was looking for in his pocket.

“You said there’s a new recruit swearing-in ceremony in a few days?”

Koeyle nodded: “Yes.”

The object was taken out of the pocket and placed in Koeyle’s hand.

The iron ball gleamed, its icy coldness particularly noticeable in his palm. The wire at the end was thin and long, trailing down to the ground.

Koeyle stared blankly at the ball in his hand.

“Never seen it before?” He Yue asked.

Koeyle paused, the warmth that had just returned to his face creeping back up again. His voice was muffled and hesitant: “Seen, seen it. Some insects in the army used it, and, videos, I’ve seen it in videos too…” “Need me to teach you?”

Koeyle clenched his hand, lowering his head and shaking it frantically.

He Yue pressed his fingers inwards, making him grip the iron ball tightly.

The iron ball quickly warmed up from the heat of his palm, turning from icy cold to warm.

“This is the last chance, Colonel. I look forward to your performance.” Wien, who had been standing silently at the side, watched the entire drama unfold from beginning to end, his fingers clenching into fists. His eyes were red, and his nose stung.

The one in front of Master, clearly, should be me! Why should he, suddenly appear and interfere?

The colonel’s epaulettes were particularly glaring.

Was it just because of those epaulettes?