Chapter 38: Three-Way Standoff [Koeyle 68%]/[Wien 56%]…
Koeyle lunged forward without a word, wrapping his arms tightly around He Yue’s neck. He bit down on his sleeve, the thick fabric muffling his sobs, preventing any sound from escaping.
The flames of jealousy burned in his chest, along with thoughts of the three-month bet, the purpose of the imprint… These fragmented thoughts swirled together, fermenting as he held his Master close.
He really could have fired that gun. Just as he had dared to kill his own accompanying male insect for his goal, he could also kill that annoying accompanying female insect for He Yue.
Obsession and madness filled his eyes, the desire for possession taking root in his mind. He wanted to lock He Yue away, handcuff their hands together, and swallow the key.
Koeyle lost his composure, grabbing He Yue and pushing him into a single-person changing room concealed by a black curtain.
He Yue stumbled, his back almost hitting the wall of the cubicle. But the expected pain didn’t come; Koeyle quickly shielded his back with his hand, cushioning the impact against his arm.
They were very close. Koeyle’s tall frame blocked the light, and he leaned in, his hand braced against the wall beside He Yue’s ear, enveloping him in his shadow.
His actions were out of line. Whether as a female insect or Master’s dog, he wasn’t worthy of pinning He Yue against the wall. But right now, Koeyle just wanted to hold He Yue close, blocking everything else from his view, forcing his gaze to remain on him.
“Mad dog, snap out of it!”
He Yue slapped him across the face, not holding back his strength, his palm stinging slightly.
A clear red handprint appeared on Koeyle’s face, the five fingers distinctly visible. Koeyle was momentarily stunned, a ringing in his ear as he recovered.
He grinned, then winced from the pain. One side of his face was swelling, his voice muffled. He turned his other cheek towards He Yue, cupping his hand and gently massaging his palm. “Master… this side too.”
He Yue raised an eyebrow, his eyes icy cold, his face like frost. Suppressed anger radiated from his deep-set eyes, his back against the cold wall, his lips parting slightly:
“Kneel.”
The shadow before He Yue disappeared, the overhead light illuminating his face. His long eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, his face tense, his cold gaze unsettling.
“Since when do you get to give me orders?”
Koeyle’s breath hitched, as if waking from a dream. The illusion of control shattered completely. He realized who truly held the power in their relationship.
Whether to continue or end, it wasn’t his place, a mere dog, to decide.
He Yue was his Master, the one steering their relationship, the true Master.
“Master, I’m sorry.”
“Slap yourself, hard, until I’m satisfied.”
The sound of slapping echoed through the changing room, sharp and rhythmic. Koeyle was always ruthless towards himself, and with He Yue’s command, he didn’t hesitate to strike hard. Both sides of his face were swollen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“Stop.”
He Yue looked down, his boot stepping on Koeyle’s foot. The female insect beneath him groaned in pain, but didn’t flinch, even leaning into the pressure.
The colonel’s arousal had surged the moment He Yue raised his hand, and now it intensified.
“Slut, slapping yourself, are you enjoying it?”
Koeyle quickly shook his head, enduring the pain in his cheek. “No… it’s Master, it’s because you hit me that I’m like this.”
The changing room door creaked open, and the voices of several military females drifted in from outside. Colonel Koeyle tensed up, biting his lip hard to suppress any sound.
“Did you see the new training score?”
“Yes, Colonel Koeyle broke the record again, right?”
“Yes, the colonel’s strength is insane.”
“Otherwise, how could he be a colonel?”
…
The military females didn’t even bother entering the individual changing cubicles, instead changing their clothes by the chairs in the changing room, chatting casually, the topic always revolving around the legendary Colonel Koeyle.
And the subject of their conversation was behind the blackout curtain, being stepped on by He Yue, biting his lip until it bled to prevent any sound from escaping. He Yue, of course, wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity, leaning in and applying more pressure.
Koeyle leaned back, not daring to make a sound, his senses amplified by fear and anticipation, experiencing both physical and mental torment. He looked at He Yue with pleading eyes, but it didn’t elicit any mercy, only arousing He Yue’s cruel amusement.
Colonel Koeyle, under He Yue’s foot, and Colonel Koeyle, the subject of the female insects’ conversation, merged into one.
The female insects outside showed no signs of leaving, chatting and playing around, their departure uncertain.
He Yue gripped Koeyle’s chin, his thumb gently stroking his bitten lip, mouthing the words silently:
“Open your mouth.”
Koeyle’s hands, behind his back, clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He obeyed, opening his mouth, his breath coming in soft gasps, his lower abdomen twitching slightly.
This scenario was even more stimulating than in the studio. This was a public changing room, the voices of the female insects audible through the thin curtain, and Koeyle was still wearing his formal colonel’s uniform. The physical and mental stimulation made him dizzy, his arousal nearing its peak, but without He Yue’s command, he didn’t dare to cum.
He Yue pulled his chin closer and gave him a look, signaling him to continue.
Koeyle glanced at the opaque curtain, his eyes pleading as he shook his head slightly.
He Yue scoffed softly, the sound masked by the loud chatter of the female insects outside. He gripped the edge of the curtain with his free hand, his eyes narrowing in warning, as if he would pull open the curtain at any moment, exposing the colonel’s true state, hidden beneath his elegant uniform, to the admiring female insects outside.
Koeyle shuddered, his body tensing under He Yue’s suggestive and threatening gaze, and he opened his mouth, biting He Yue’s clothes.
The noisy chatter of the female insects outside masked the soft sounds from behind the curtain. Koeyle held his breath, cautious, afraid of making any sound that would attract their attention.
He tightened his throat, trying to suppress even his whimpers.
He Yue pinched his neck, pressing on his moving Adam’s apple, forcing him to relax slightly.
…
The female insects outside laughed, their voices gradually fading away. The door creaked open, their chatter abruptly ceasing, finally disappearing completely after a heavy thud as the door closed. Koeyle’s tense nerves relaxed along with the closing of the door, and the suppressed whimpers escaped his throat.
“Even more excited than in the studio, Colonel?”
Koeyle couldn’t speak, only whimpering softly, his attention, previously distracted by the conversation outside, now focused entirely on his Master before him.
He had truly practiced for He Yue, his technique much improved.
His rough tongue moved slowly, deliberately, maximizing its unique advantage.
“Colonel, you…”
Koeyle watched as the coldness in He Yue’s eyes melted away, replaced by a warmth like a kindled fire, or a pool of hot water. His long, hazy eyes were captivating, his expression softening from its usual sharpness.
Koeyle, encouraged, leaned closer to his Master.
His jaw ached, but he still tightened his throat, applying the right amount of pressure. He heard a soft, sweet moan and looked up with teary eyes.
He Yue cupped his face, his thumb gently wiping away the tear stains on his cheek, his other hand resting on his shoulder as he leaned in, almost embracing him.
“Always so mischievous…” He Yue’s fingers brushed against his eyes, wiping away the tears clinging to his eyelashes. “Where did the colonel learn all this?”
Koeyle whimpered in response, working even harder to showcase the excellent results of his practice.
Soft moans constantly echoed in his ears. Koeyle couldn’t describe the feeling of He Yue’s voice, laced with lust, weakening him further, the soft murmurs of “Colonel” sending shivers down his spine.
His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was about to explode. He even felt that this was more unbearable than when He Yue had ruthlessly stepped on him earlier.
Thus, Koeyle’s response was to try even harder, showcasing everything he had secretly learned and practiced.
Why would he go to such lengths for his Master?
Koeyle couldn’t find the answer, completely lost in this moment of tenderness.
He Yue’s high ponytail fell forward, strands of hair brushing against Koeyle’s face, carrying the familiar, faint floral scent of shampoo, intoxicating him like a spell.
He Yue could still stand; he wasn’t completely weak in this situation, but his knees occasionally trembled along with Koeyle’s rhythm.
Koeyle moved closer, the stinging pain in his knees, numb from kneeling for so long, now negligible. He looked at He Yue’s flushed cheeks and the corners of his eyes, the pink hue seemingly emanating from his pale skin.
He felt a strange stirring within him.
He wanted to be fucked.
[Koeyle, 68%.]
This thought arose and intensified. But it wasn’t driven by the bothersome genetic imprint, nor was it to trick He Yue into injecting pheromones into his imprint point.
He wanted to make his Master even more wanton.
He couldn’t help but imagine the scene: strands of hair falling across his face, moving at varying speeds, his Master’s blush deepening, his eyes even hazier, being served by something far more pleasurable than his mouth.
Just the thought of it almost made him lose control.
“No.”
He Yue, noticing his trembling before he did, stopped him, pulling him back from his fantasy. “Colonel… this is, your brand new uniform… what if it gets soiled?”
Koeyle whimpered and shook his head, no longer caring whether the uniform was new or old.
“No means no… you naughty little dog, you’re not allowed to… hiss…”
Koeyle tightened his throat in protest.
“Not allowed for the entire week.”
The mischievous little dog no longer dared to defy his Master, leaning forward pitifully. The salty, wet taste touched his tongue, and he swallowed contentedly under He Yue’s nod.
He Yue patted his face and tapped his lips. “Clean yourself up.”
After everything was over, He Yue extended his hand towards Koeyle, whose legs were numb. “Let me help you up.” This was a rare act of kindness; he rarely bothered with little dogs who couldn’t stand up after kneeling for too long.
Koeyle gratefully placed his hand in He Yue’s, letting him help him up. His knees were sore and ached like needles, and he couldn’t stand steadily.
He stumbled forward, falling against He Yue, almost knocking him over. Thankfully, the single-person changing room wasn’t large, and Koeyle braced himself against the wall with one hand, his other arm wrapping around He Yue, pulling him close.
He took the opportunity to lean in, resting his chin on He Yue’s shoulder, murmuring, “Master, I’m sorry.” But he was secretly pleased, a smirk playing on his lips, without a shred of remorse.
He Yue lightly punched his swollen cheek, chuckling. “You’re so mischievous. Get up.” He steadied himself, turning his head and teasing Koeyle as he pulled open the curtain, bumping squarely into a soft chest.
He looked up, his gaze meeting Wien’s reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
“Wi, Wien? Why are you here? When did you come in?”
The only possibility was that when the changing room door opened, the female insects, chatting and laughing, had fallen silent upon seeing Wien at the entrance and quickly left, and Wien had entered at that moment.
He hadn’t made a single sound, even his tears were silent. But he had still followed, standing behind the curtain, hearing everything, yet not daring to interrupt Master’s pleasure.
He had wanted to pull open the curtain several times, just like Koeyle had barged into the observation room and dragged He Yue away without looking back. But he remembered what He Yue had said…
He was the obedient, well-behaved dog that didn’t need his Master to worry about.
He didn’t want to disappoint his Master.
He should have left quietly. Standing outside the curtain, listening to the sounds, crying from heartache, was pathetic, but Wien still wanted to hear his Master’s voice, even if it wasn’t a word of comfort, just a single word would do.
“Master…” The tear stains on Wien’s face hadn’t dried yet, but he forced a smile, the tears welling up in his eyes and his swollen eyelids giving him a vulnerable look. He was tall and strong, presenting a hard exterior to everyone, but in front of his Master, he was a soft, obedient large dog.
He Yue’s heart softened, and he was about to reach out and ruffle his soft hair when a strong arm, clenched into a fist, pulled him back, his back hitting a solid chest. He looked up, displeased, and saw Koeyle’s tense face.
“What are you pretending for?” Koeyle snapped, suppressing his anger.
The moment their eyes met, sparks flew. Koeyle raised an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to lick his lips provocatively, as if savoring a delicious taste.
The sounds he had just heard seemed to awaken something within him, the ignited anger instantly snapping the thread of his restraint. Wien snatched He Yue from Koeyle’s grasp and punched him in the face.
It happened so suddenly that neither He Yue nor Koeyle expected Wien to actually resort to violence, his movements swift and decisive. Wien used all his strength, knocking Koeyle off balance, sending him crashing to the ground.
Blood trickled from Koeyle’s nose and the corner of his mouth.
Wien, enraged by Koeyle, wasn’t afraid at all, his hands clenched into fists, using immense self-control to prevent himself from throwing another punch.
“Assaulting a superior officer, does Major Wien want to be disciplined, or discharged?” Both sides of Koeyle’s face were swollen, his speech slurred, but his aura as a colonel remained undiminished, still intimidatingly cold.
Wien chuckled softly, his voice calm, each word clear. “How does the colonel intend to explain the finger marks on the corner of his mouth? Say that he did it himself, or that my Master did it?”
Koeyle paused, silent.
He couldn’t explain, nor could he prove during a medical examination who had caused what percentage of the injuries to assign blame. Moreover, there were no surveillance cameras in the changing room, only He Yue, the sole witness.
But who would He Yue testify for?
He Yue, nestled in Wien’s arms, sighed helplessly. Both of them were stubborn and unyielding, resorting to actual violence, neither willing to back down. He looked up and gently patted Wien’s chest. “Are you angry, Wien?”
Wien’s gaze shifted from Koeyle, his expression changing like a mask, the anger and ruthlessness vanishing, replaced by his usual gentle warmth. He shook his head and whispered, “A little dog will never be angry at its Master.”
He emphasized the word “never.”
This was his trump card, the trump card engraved in his genetic imprint, the foundation of his devotion and sacrifice, the reason for his unwavering loyalty.
He Yue’s expression softened, and he smiled, pinching Wien’s pectoral muscle. Even through the shirt and uniform, the muscle was soft and firm. His genetic advantage and strict self-discipline had sculpted this physique, even more robust and well-defined than that of other active-duty military females, each muscle perfectly formed.
“How did you train this?” He Yue teased, kneading the relaxed muscle, unable to resist its pleasant feel.
Wien didn’t mention the hardship of training, only asking, “Does Master like it?”
“I like it.” He Yue leaned his cheek against it, the firm yet yielding muscle as comfortable as a soft pillow. “Unique, different from other insects.”
Even Wien’s embrace was warm and soft. His tall, broad frame reminded He Yue of the life-sized plush brown bear he had loved in his previous life.
“Master…”
Wien murmured contentedly, closing his eyes. He gently placed the hand he had just used to punch Koeyle on He Yue’s head, his other hand holding an inconspicuous black object as he wrapped his arm around him.
He was content. He had rarely been able to hold his accompanying male insect since his hatching, and this was the first time he could embrace him, albeit thanks to Koeyle.
He looked up and saw Koeyle getting up from the floor, his eyes still hostile, but no longer enraged.
He Yue hugged him back, truly like holding his beloved life-sized bear plushy from his previous life. He nuzzled comfortably against Wien, letting out a soft moan.
Wien’s heart melted, a look of happiness and contentment on his face.
Koeyle stood behind them, the more intimate the scene, the more heartbroken he felt. Perhaps, He Yue and his accompanying female insect were even pheromone-compatible, a perfect match in this world.
He took a few steps forward, standing behind He Yue, and tugged on his coat.
“It’s getting late, is Master hungry?” Koeyle asked. “Let’s go home, I’ll make Master a delicious dinner.”
He Yue turned around and saw the battered Colonel Koeyle, his face covered in cuts, his lip split, his expression dejected from being neglected. He raised his hand and beckoned him.
Koeyle obediently leaned closer, resting his chin in He Yue’s palm.
“Don’t be sulky, Colonel.” He Yue’s voice was lazy; he was comfortable in Wien’s embrace, and thus, patient.
Koeyle couldn’t refuse He Yue’s words and leaned against him, his hands protectively holding He Yue’s arms.
He Yue was sandwiched between them, his chest and back pressed tightly against them, leaving no gaps. Their body heat, both from his front and back, was incredibly comfortable and warm.
Wien’s hand, resting on He Yue’s lower back, brushed against Koeyle’s abdomen. He frowned in disgust and quickly retracted his hand, placing it on He Yue’s side, glaring at Koeyle.
Another spark ignited. Koeyle glared back, his arm wrapping around He Yue’s shoulder, pulling him away from Wien.
Wien was about to reach out and grab him back when a cold muzzle was pressed against his chest, leaving a dent in his soft pectoral muscle.
“If the base finds out that the colonel misused his firearm, they’ll confiscate it, won’t they?”
Koeyle smirked, pressing the gun harder. “I am the highest-ranking officer in this Area A base. I’ve executed countless female insects, and you won’t be an exception.”
“Koeyle, no!”
He was serious. He Yue could see the killing intent in his eyes, the resolute, reckless killing intent.
Koeyle’s hand holding the gun trembled slightly at He Yue’s command, moving the muzzle from Wien’s chest to his shoulder.
“That punch you landed on my face, I won’t let you get away with it. I’m your superior officer, this gun is something you’ll never have, and active-duty colonel is a rank you’ll never reach.”
The muzzle was pressed against Wien’s shoulder, but he wasn’t afraid at all, chuckling nonchalantly. “I never thought that one day, the colonel would use his status and authority to curry favor with a male insect.” He could feel the gun against him shift slightly with his words.
At least, that wasn’t his initial intention. Colonel Koeyle had initially wanted to utilize He Yue’s special ability to remove imprints, to break free from the backlash that hindered his promotion.
Wien smirked, each word deliberate:
“I wish you luck, sir.”
He cried out in pain as the laser beam pierced his shoulder. The muzzle burned a black hole in his uniform, blood instantly staining the fabric.
The moment he fired, Koeyle covered He Yue’s eyes with his other hand. But He Yue, hearing the gunshot and Wien’s cry, surprised that Koeyle had actually fired, reached out to remove Koeyle’s hand.
However, another hand covered his eyes.
It was Wien. He placed his hand over Koeyle’s, covering He Yue’s eyes with his own.
“Gunshot wounds are unsightly, Master,” Wien whispered soothingly. “It’s getting late, and Master is tired today. You must have a delicious dinner and a good night’s sleep.”
“You…”
“I’m fine,” Wien quickly replied. “This kind of minor injury is just a flesh wound for a female insect, it’s nothing.”
Wien’s other hand covered his bleeding wound, still clutching the inconspicuous black, rectangular object.
It was a dead recording pen, the remaining battery power only enough to record a short segment of He Yue’s voice before he pulled open the curtain.
Wien gripped it tightly, letting it be stained with the warm blood from his gunshot wound. He didn’t know when he would see He Yue again, nor did he know if, after the three-month limit, He Yue would truly leave, or who he would turn his attention to next.
He only knew that this recording pen, holding a segment of a voice that didn’t belong to him, would accompany him, support him, and help him endure the long, agonizing wait until their next meeting.
[Wien, 56%.]
