Master of Masters 8

Chapter 8: “Thank you for your reward.” [Wien, 52%]…

The leather rope was tightly and securely woven, the neat patterns arranged like scales. If pressed against the skin, it would definitely leave beautiful marks.

He Yue wrapped the long rope around his hand a few times, pulling it to test its resilience. The thick black leather rope was about two fingers wide, leaving a very faint mark on the back of his hand that quickly disappeared.

The degree of deformation wasn’t significant; even pulling hard wouldn’t make it much longer. Different ropes had different uses. He Yue examined the joints of the leather rope, quite satisfied with the craftsmanship.

The only flaw was the frayed edges of the soft leather used for braiding.

If he wanted to maximize its potential…

“Can I buy this first?” He Yue looked up and asked the male insect standing by the stage. “Rather than ensuring it remains pristine, I’d prefer to showcase its best effect.”

The male insect nodded: “This is just a sample for display. For the actual auction, we’ll prepare a brand new item. If you can truly demonstrate a better effect, we wouldn’t mind giving this to you for free.”

“In that case, please prepare a small knife that can cut the leather rope.”

The people below murmured amongst themselves, their expressions varying, some expectant, some mocking. Some of them were holding various drinks provided by the exhibition, watching He Yue and his female insect with great interest.

Wien felt uncomfortable under their scrutinizing gazes, his eyes darting towards other corners of the stage.

“Are you scared?” He Yue noticed his every move.

Wien shook his head: “No, it’s just a bit strange being stared at by so many people. Maybe, the spotlight is a bit hot.”

“Blindfold, or look at me?”

Wien turned and faced He Yue: “Look at you.”

He Yue smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and nudged Wien’s knee with the tip of his shoe: “Kneel properly, undress, until I say stop.”

Jacket, sweatshirt…

Wien’s hand paused when it reached his belt. But it was only a brief hesitation. Without hearing He Yue’s objection, he immediately unbuckled his belt, pulled it out, and placed it aside.

Amidst the hushed discussions of the audience, phrases like “Such an obedient dog” and similar expressions drifted into their ears.

However, neither of them reacted.

Wien showed no hesitation as he pulled at the edge of his last piece of clothing.

“Stop.”

Just in the nick of time, He Yue’s voice rang out like a lifeline. He could have stopped him when the belt fell to the ground, but he wanted to see how far this so-called accompanying female insect would go for him.

The outcome was as he expected. His command was an absolute decree for Wien, even stripping off his last piece of clothing in front of everyone was strictly obeyed.

He Yue swung the leather rope, flexing his wrist.

This performance wasn’t too bad.

Sighs of disappointment came from the audience, most of the male insects showing regret.

Fortunately, this was just the beginning.

Wien’s muscles were much larger than the previous female insect model’s. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and defined muscle lines weren’t hidden even when clothed, let alone now without any fabric covering them, making him appear even more robust.

He Yue skillfully wrapped the leather rope around him, starting from the neck, causing slight suffocation from the pull, then to the double braided knots on his chest, a few ropes across his abs, and finally around the biceps of his shoulders.

He Yue’s performance was calm and elegant, pausing occasionally to observe the alignment of the rope and its fit with the muscles. He was more like performing a grand art piece in a noble and elegant hall, moving to the rhythm of captivating drumbeats and music.

His expression was focused and immersed, as if ignoring all the spectators.

He gripped the leather rope, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the skin heated by the spotlight. Each light stroke caused a slight tremor.

The initially cool leather rope quickly warmed up with body heat.

The leather rope across his chest pressed tightly against his skin, right over his nipples. Every slight movement caused a noticeable interaction between the skin and the rope.

“Master…” Wien’s voice was laced with emotion.

He was supposed to be excited.

He Yue was well aware of his reaction and wasn’t surprised. They weren’t far apart, and He Yue’s lowered voice was only audible to the two of them: “Still like this with so many people watching, slutty dog.” A blush quickly crept up his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

He Yue patted his flushed face: “Don’t just focus on getting hard, put your hands behind your back and grab your forearms.” Upon receiving the command, Wien immediately obeyed.

The leather rope was finally wrapped around his arms behind his back.

“Wien, whose lips are yours?”

He Yue’s voice came from behind.

“They are yours, Master.”

“Good boy,” He Yue chuckled softly, “Don’t bite your lips even if it hurts.” “Yes… ah!”

His reply was cut short by a cry of pain.

He Yue abruptly tightened the leather rope, pulling the already inelastic rope taut against Wien’s body.

The slight suffocation and the sharp pain of the rope digging into his muscles should have been uncomfortable, but because of the previous warm-up and teasing, the discomfort transformed into another kind of intense sensation.

From the beginning, all the preparations were for this final, crucial tightening.

With the leather rope tightened, the bulging muscles became more prominent, and redness quickly appeared around the ropes.

The stinging pain surged to his brain, and even a piece of cloth couldn’t hide Wien’s heightened reaction.

He Yue took a bottle of red wine from the drinks cooler by the stage.

The red wine bottle was still cold, and condensation dripped from He Yue’s hand onto the carpet.

“Close your eyes, I’ll help you cool down.”

He Yue opened the red wine bottle with practiced ease, pouring the cold liquid over Wien’s head.

“Hiss…”

Wien gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.

The cold red wine clashed with his hot skin, instantly creating a spark of temperature. The wine seeping into the gaps of the leather rope touched the chafed skin, the sharp, stinging pain highlighting the areas bound by the rope, making them acutely perceptible.

Therefore, the cold red wine didn’t have a cooling effect, but instead irritated the wounds, raising his skin temperature even further.

“A decent piece of work.” He Yue said, tossing the empty wine bottle aside with satisfaction.

The audience below finally re-examined this masterpiece.

The red wine wasn’t a tool for cooling down, but a pigment for coloring. Although not as vibrant as blood, its thick texture flowed along the muscles, making the tightened lines even more distinct.

The slight trembling of the female insect due to pain or the cold, the red wine dripping from his hair and chin, the black leather rope perfectly outlining his muscles…

Everything was arousing.

They finally understood how accurate He Yue’s “waste” was as a mockery, and they couldn’t help but marvel at how the seemingly ordinary leather rope could be used so effectively in his hands.

It was more like a vivid and unrestrained performance art piece, and He Yue was the artist with both skill and talent.

He was confident, composed, and immersed in enjoyment.

However, the performance wasn’t over.

Under the gaze of everyone, He Yue picked up the small knife provided by the organizer.

“Wien, look up at me.”

Intense gazes were fixed on He Yue, far beyond just because of the leather rope and red wine.

Meeting He Yue’s gaze, Wien felt no discomfort from the pain, but rather a sense of comfort and pleasure.

Under the spotlight, his Master was looking at him.

At least at this moment, that gaze was on him.

Stains appeared on his clothes.

He Yue’s fingers lifted his chin, while his other hand slid the knife blade through the black rope around his neck. The tip of the knife rested against his chin, making everyone’s hearts race.

The moment the leather rope was cut, the entire taut rope loosened and fell to the ground, as if in a chain reaction.

The crowd was silent for a second, then erupted in even louder applause than for the previous male insect’s performance.

This was the completed artwork.

The interwoven patterns, varying in depth, each in just the right place, attracting everyone’s attention. Even the color of the chafed skin was carefully designed, every step within He Yue’s plan.

The bleeding wounds formed a beautiful, vivid red against the half-dried red wine and light wheat-colored skin.

He was an artist.

The crowd sighed, murmuring amongst themselves.

This wasn’t just some vulgar pleasure, but an indescribable grotesque art.

He Yue, like the artist of The Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian, was…

A grotesque romantic artist.

He Yue was in a good mood and took a small step towards Wien.

Amidst the discussions and praises of the crowd, He Yue asked: “Wien, if I hadn’t said stop just now, would you have taken off your last piece of clothing in front of so many people?” “I would have. That was Master’s command.” Wien’s reply was immediate and unwavering.

“Good boy,” He Yue poked the wound on his neck with his finger, hearing Wien’s gasp of pain. “These wounds will last for a long time. When they slowly scab over and bruise, they’ll turn purple, then blue after a month or two…” He Yue didn’t know about the female insects’ super-fast healing ability in the insect world, only speaking from his past experience.

But Wien didn’t explain.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” He Yue said, suppressing a smile.

Wien nodded earnestly.

“I’ve given you beautiful scars, shouldn’t you thank me?” Wien lowered his eyes, a look of happiness hidden within them.

At this moment, his heartbeat was loud.

He realized he was feeling happiness from the stinging pain, simply because it was given by He Yue. He was also grateful for having co-created a perfect performance with his Master, even if it meant using himself as the medium, stripping naked under the spotlight and being stared at.

Had he gone mad?

[Wien, 52%]

The system’s prompt suddenly rang out.

“Wien?” He Yue called his name, his tone puzzled.

“Thank you for your reward, Master…”

Wien touched his neck, his rough fingers irritating the bleeding wounds.

“I like them very much, they are very, very beautiful.”