Chapter 47: [Koeyle, 95%]…
Outside the main nuclear hole in Area C, insects crowded around, three layers deep. Reporter insects held cameras, their foam microphones pointed at the dark opening of the nuclear hole. Everything was calm; the nuclear hole that had tormented the insect race for months now stood quietly in the distance.
The cleanup operation would soon be over. Koeyle, leading the team, had sent a safety message via optical device shortly after entering.
He Yue sat in a cafe near the nuclear hole, sipping a hot cup of signature coffee, leisurely flipping through the latest magazine published after the insect race’s life had returned to normal.
Entertainment activities had also increased. The insects, having been cooped up for so long, were now indulging in recreational activities, parties and gatherings everywhere.
Kano, for instance, had sent him a party invitation.
He Yue had declined, too busy lately.
The commotion from the crowd outside grew louder, their discussions escalating.
He Yue sat on the cafe’s second-floor balcony, overlooking the crowd below.
“Someone’s coming out!!”
A shout came from the crowd, and a military female in full gear emerged from the nuclear hole. Her uniform was almost undamaged, only a bit of dust on her face. The crowd surged forward, countless foam microphones thrust towards her mouth.
He Yue put down his almost empty coffee cup and went downstairs.
Koeyle emerged from the nuclear hole after all the other female insects.
More cameras and microphones were shoved in his face, which he pushed aside. He pushed through the crowd, moving steadily towards He Yue in the corner.
He seemed to have blocked out all the praises and questions.
The adulation and status he had once craved, the admiration he had wanted to see in the eyes of others, the vanity that could only be satisfied by glory, all seemed less important now. He had found a new beacon, a new direction.
His Master opened his arms.
“…Master!!”
The colonel, who had been pushing through the crowd, now swatted away the approaching cameras and ran towards He Yue.
Koeyle knelt slightly, and under the gaze of everyone, wrapped his arms around He Yue’s legs and lifted him up.
“Hey…”
He Yue was momentarily surprised by his sudden elevation, then regained his composure as he was held securely in Koeyle’s arm. He was now taller than Koeyle, overlooking the entire crowd, looking down at the tops of their heads.
“Master, I have a gift for you.”
Last time, Koeyle had taken out the broken metal collar from his tattered pocket. This time, he took out a crudely made…
Ring?
He Yue wasn’t quite sure what it was.
A deep red gemstone of excellent quality, wrapped in thin wire. The wire was bent and twisted into a small ring, about the size of a finger.
“This is a gemstone from the final boss monster in the nuclear hole. Although it’s just a small piece, it’s definitely a priceless treasure. Master can exchange it for enough money to live comfortably in the insect world for centuries.” There were still traces of blood on the deep red gemstone, the wire wrapping rough and unrefined.
Koeyle wiped the gemstone on his clothes and presented it to He Yue.
“As the team leader and the biggest contributor to resolving this nuclear hole crisis, I have the right to dispose of it.” Koeyle looked up at his Master. “Can I give it to you?” Its significance went beyond its monetary value.
He Yue had saved the colonel from mental breakdown and death several times, becoming his true mental anchor. And the colonel had lived up to his expectations, carrying his Master’s hopes and blessings, saving their civilization.
“Yes.”
He Yue replied.
He extended his left hand towards Koeyle.
His slightly open fingers offered the opportunity for the ring to be placed on any of them. Koeyle pursed his lips, his hand holding the ring pausing slightly.
“I…” His heart pounded.
Koeyle brought the ring to He Yue’s thumb and slipped it on.
“Why?” He Yue asked.
Koeyle lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable. “Because the left thumb represents wealth and power.” He Yue’s right hand rested on his shoulder, his index finger tracing his cheek.
“Don’t you like me?”
“…?!”
Koeyle’s face paled, his arms trembling as he held He Yue. Under He Yue’s gaze, he became flustered, his words jumbled.
“I like you! I like you! I like you very, very much!!” He blurted out, his voice loud enough for the surrounding insects to hear, making him even more flustered.
Koeyle’s heart was pounding, his shyness and fear of expressing his true feelings forgotten under the pressure of the moment.
“I love you! I love Master, I love you very, very much.”
His voice lowered, his heart almost leaping out of his throat.
He Yue was amused by his flustered state.
“Open your mouth.”
He Yue put his thumb in Koeyle’s mouth, holding the wire ring between his teeth. He then inserted his ring finger, passing it through the ring and into Koeyle’s mouth.
The ring finally settled at the base of He Yue’s ring finger. While Koeyle was still in a daze, He Yue raised his left hand, examining it under the sunlight.
The red gemstone was incredibly eye-catching, a deep, blood-red, without a single flaw. It made He Yue’s hand look even paler and more elegant, his slender fingers even more striking.
The wire ring was a bit loose, and He Yue had to press it with his other fingers to prevent it from falling off.
“Master…”
Koeyle’s eyes burned. He felt he shouldn’t cry under the gaze of so many insects, but this scene was too heartwarming.
“It’s beautiful, I like it very much.” He Yue ruffled his hair. “Thank you, my good doggy.” Koeyle leaned his head against He Yue’s shoulder.
“Master, I’ve decided on my reward.”
“Tell me.”
Koeyle paused.
“Can I ask you, to give me a mental imprint with Master’s name?” He Yue raised an eyebrow, turning Koeyle’s face towards him. “Are you sure?”
Koeyle nodded firmly. “I’m sure.”
“Alright.”
He Yue always kept his promises, and this answer was completely within his expectations. He chuckled. “I thought you would wish for something like, for me to stay by your side forever.” Koeyle smiled, his eyes welling up as he shook his head slightly.
“I want that too. Perhaps I already have enough power and status to keep Master by my side. To chain Master’s feet, so you can never leave me.” He Yue didn’t interrupt him.
Such possessive and harmful thoughts towards his Master should be severely punished.
“But, I love Master so much…”
Koeyle confessed cautiously.
“I’m becoming stronger, not to imprison you, not to restrain you, Master. I want to be strong enough to protect you. If you’re not willing to choose me, then… am I not strong enough?” He slowly revealed his true feelings to He Yue.
“If colonel isn’t enough, then major general. If major general isn’t enough, then lieutenant general…” He couldn’t hold back his tears any longer, looking up at He Yue.
“Master… if, if I become a general, will you like me?” Koeyle’s voice trembled, his words choked with sobs. “I know… love isn’t measured by rank, but… Master, this is all I have…” He Yue embraced him.
“Don’t cry, Colonel Koeyle. So many insects are watching, do you want to be trending on the optical network?” “I don’t care…”
Koeyle leaned against He Yue’s chest, his other arm wrapping around his waist.
“Before, I cared more than anyone about honor and status, about my image and what others thought. But now, I don’t care…” His voice was thick with tears, almost pleading.
“I only care about Master…”
[Koeyle, 90%.]
On the parade float, the celebrated colonel stood at the narrow front, dressed in his elegant uniform. Silver epaulettes rested on his shoulders, their tassels swaying, silver braids draping from his shoulders to his left chest.
His white uniform, knee-high black boots, and long cape that reached his ankles.
He gripped the railing, his eyes scanning the crowd.
Finally, he found the figure he was looking for.
“Master!!”
Koeyle shouted, not caring if this title was appropriate for a colonel.
He Yue, in the crowd, looked up and nodded faintly, not moving.
The colonel on the float couldn’t stay put any longer and, ignoring the dissuasion of the surrounding insects, stepped down from the float. His gait was slightly awkward, but no one noticed.
“Master, come with me.”
Koeyle took He Yue’s hand and led him towards the float.
He and his Master stood together at the front of the float. The crowd on both sides looked up at them, their gazes lingering on He Yue’s hand gripping the waist-high railing.
The blood-red gemstone was now set in a silver ring, but a thin wire was wrapped around it. The wire looked out of place, even after being polished and cleaned, it clashed with the exquisite ring.
Koeyle had found the wire in the nuclear hole and used it as a temporary setting. He had suggested discarding it, but He Yue had cleaned it and personally wrapped it around the ring.
The space at the front of the float was narrow, forcing them to stand close together.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd and the clicking of cameras, He Yue felt the chest pressed against his back rising and falling rapidly.
He turned his head and chuckled. “Is the colonel nervous about this kind of occasion?” Koeyle’s ears reddened suspiciously.
He gently took He Yue’s hand, slipping it under his heavy, elegant cape, and placed it on his waist sash.
He Yue was puzzled as Koeyle guided his hand downwards. The uniform was perfectly tailored, fitting snugly against his body, so when He Yue’s palm touched the colonel’s backside, he could clearly feel a slight tremor.
“Colonel Koeyle?”
He Yue raised an eyebrow, his teasing tone even more alluring. He deliberately emphasized Koeyle’s name and title, making the colonel even more flustered.
Koeyle was aroused by his Master’s words, his voice dry.
“Master said… to always be prepared.”
Thankfully, the cape was thick enough to conceal the damp stain on his uniform from the insects on both sides. The colonel’s uniform was pure white, and the stain from his pre-cum would have been clearly visible.
He Yue beckoned him closer, their faces almost touching.
His hot breath brushed against Koeyle’s cheek, looking like an intimate whisper to the other insects.
“Colonel Koeyle, we’re on a parade float.”
The cheering around them intensified.
He Yue’s smile was seductive, his deep eyes like a vast ocean, drawing Koeyle in. His index finger lifted Koeyle’s chin, feeling the burning heat of his skin.
“Colonel, why are you thinking about Master’s cock during the parade?” Koeyle coughed abruptly, his knees buckling, almost falling to the ground.
The secret hidden beneath the cape, the hidden arousal amidst the crowd…
It was incredibly exciting.
He Yue laughed, his shoulders shaking, his face flushing slightly.
Koeyle, bending over, heard the laughter and turned to see He Yue leaning against the railing, his face bright with amusement.
His smile was warm under the sunlight, as if imbued with the fragrance of the flowers decorating the float, gentle and comforting. He stood tall, the object of everyone’s admiration and attention.
This scene was incredibly dazzling.
Koeyle smiled and took He Yue’s hand again.
“Thanks to Master, headquarters will be awarding me the rank of major general at the commendation ceremony this afternoon.” He held He Yue’s hand tightly, extending a careful invitation.
“Master, would you like to come?”
“Of course.”
“Colonel Koeyle, the ceremony is still a while away, please rest in the lounge for a bit.” A female insect in charge of the ceremony arrangements said.
Koeyle stood at the entrance of his lounge and nodded. “Thank you for your hard work.” The other female insect bowed respectfully, her tone flattering. “You’re welcome, Colonel. Soon, it will be Major General Koeyle.” Koeyle nodded politely, his demeanor distant.
He entered his private lounge and found the lights brightly lit. He looked up cautiously, then breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing He Yue sitting on the table, one leg crossed over the other.
Just meeting He Yue’s gaze made him nervous.
Koeyle expertly locked the lounge door and walked over to He Yue.
He swiftly opened his cape and knelt before He Yue. His perfectly tailored uniform was stretched taut in some places, wrinkled in others.
Koeyle tried his best to appear composed and dignified, even using the elegance of his uniform to create a contrast, hoping to arouse He Yue’s desire to fuck him.
“Master…” Koeyle’s voice was dry.
He Yue leaned closer, lifting Koeyle’s chin so he could look up at him.
“In two hours, my little dog will no longer be a colonel…” He Yue said slowly. “I’ve accompanied the colonel for so long, and in these last two hours that belong to the colonel, I have to properly fuck my Colonel doggy.”
A single look, a single sentence from He Yue was enough to ignite Koeyle’s desire.
His lips trembled, and he tried to control his racing heart, forcing his voice to sound steady.
“Please, Master, fuck Colonel Koeyle senseless.”
Koeyle knew what aroused He Yue, his playfulness with his rank and title. Thus, he didn’t even refer to himself as “doggy,” but as “Colonel Koeyle.”
Clearly, He Yue was quite pleased with his cleverness.
He patted his knee.
“Come here.”
Koeyle was already familiar with this gesture. He leaned forward and bit He Yue’s clothes.
“Just wet it, don’t suck.”
His saliva flowed freely, a conditioned reflex. Koeyle gently licked He Yue, wetting him with his rough tongue.
He felt the change, the softening then hardening.
Having performed oral sex many times, Koeyle’s technique was impeccable. He knew exactly how to make his Master feel good, and he could sense He Yue’s emotions from the subtle changes.
He looked up, his gaze meeting He Yue’s.
He Yue’s clear pupils reflected the light, gradually clouding with lust as Koeyle licked him, his eyelids and the skin beneath his eyes flushing pink.
He Yue held his chin.
“Lie down beside me, your hand on my ankle. I’ve taught you how to present yourself to your Master.”
Koeyle adjusted his pants and obeyed. As he lay down, his colonel’s cape spread out, the hem draping over the edge of the table.
The object he had felt against him on the float this morning was now clearly visible to He Yue. It wasn’t large, but it perfectly accommodated his erection.
Pre-cum dripped down, forming thin strings.
“Colonel, move up a bit. If your uniform gets soiled with pre-cum, the insects below will know that the colonel craves his Master’s cock every day.”
Koeyle shifted his position slightly, but the flow of pre-cum only increased.
He Yue took the bothersome object and tossed it aside.
He leaned against the edge of the table, almost on top of Koeyle.
“Please, Master… fuck your Colonel doggy senseless.”
Even though it was his first time, Koeyle’s ass was perfectly prepared for He Yue. He was slightly larger than the device, so He Yue didn’t feel any painful pressure, only a snug fit.
This was what He Yue considered proper conditioning.
A warm, soft feeling gradually built up, intensifying as he moved closer. The pre-cum wasn’t just slippery; it had a strange, tingling texture, like tiny beads rolling against his cock.
He Yue couldn’t tell if this was the effect of the pre-cum itself, or some unique reaction between a male and female insect’s fluids.
Regardless, it was more intense than any of his countless experiences at Castle. His breathing deepened, his cheeks flushing.
“Mas… Master…”
The female colonel covered his eyes, his body trembling from a mixture of nervousness and excitement. His devotion amplified his senses a thousandfold, and even though his ass had been subjected to various objects by He Yue, it still couldn’t handle the real, throbbing cock of his Master.
Koeyle wondered if it was just his imagination.
He felt the pulse throbbing against his cock, as if feeling his Master’s heartbeat.
This deep connection brought tears to his eyes, and his ass tightened nervously.
“Hiss…”
He Yue’s breath hitched, his vision momentarily whitening, his eyes burning from the sudden clenching. He pulled back slightly, freeing his cock, and slapped Koeyle’s ass.
“…Ah!!”
A sharp pain shot through him, his ass reddening instantly.
He Yue scolded, his eyebrows furrowing, and slapped him a few more times, even harder.
“Relax! Is it time for you to cum yet?!”
The stinging pain made his ass even hotter and softer, the pleasure intensifying.
Of course, grinding against the wounds also hurt, as if the skin was about to break and bleed. The female colonel lying on the table cried out, perfectly satisfying some of He Yue’s favorite preferences.
The best of both worlds.
Koeyle only cried out “Master,” not a single word of plea.
He Yue paused, pulled Koeyle’s hand away from his eyes, placed his own palm over it, and pulled it down.
“Don’t close your eyes, watch carefully how I fuck.”
He Yue gripped his wrist tightly, making him hold on even firmer. The dreamlike experience felt surreal, yet the pain and the sensations in his hand made it real.
The feeling in his palm, the sounds in his ear, and his heightened senses…
When the tip of He Yue’s cock brushed against his dry imprint point, it felt like sandpaper, almost making him lose his balance.
He was slightly puzzled, then saw Koeyle tremble, on the verge of cumming.
“No.”
The single word, a command, pulled Koeyle back from heaven into hell.
“Master…” Koeyle marveled at his own self-control. “Please cum inside my imprint point… Please… you promised me, you would give me a mental imprint.”
The insect race’s biology had given He Yue many unexpected surprises.
He Yue raised an eyebrow, one hand pressing against the sash on Koeyle’s waist, feeling the intricate metal chains and decorations.
“Make me feel good, and I’ll naturally give it to you.”
Even the sore and numb colonel couldn’t lie still anymore. He used all his strength, pushing back against He Yue.
The colonel’s diligent training now paid off, as he used his core strength to meet He Yue’s thrusts.
“Ugh…”
He Yue moaned, Koeyle’s pre-cum like tiny beads against his cock. The friction against his dry, unnourished imprint point intensified his pleasure, which he released without restraint.
He Yue’s long hair fell forward over his shoulders, swaying slightly. His hand gripped the sash of the colonel’s uniform, his rolled-up sleeves revealing his tense forearms, the smooth, defined muscles a display of powerful beauty.
The flow of Koeyle’s pre-cum increased, coating He Yue.
It didn’t lessen the friction, but instead felt like countless tiny beads rolling along his cock.
He Yue bit his lip, the familiar sensation now enhanced by the novel texture. He found the rhythm that brought him closer to the peak, thrusting hard against the imprint point where he would inject his “pheromones.”
The pre-cum turned into foam, as if whipped into a frenzy.
He Yue’s tense body shuddered as he reached his peak, his vision momentarily blurring, tears escaping his eyes.
He breathed out, injecting his “pheromones” into the dry imprint point.
The mental imprint read—
“Koeyle will always be He Yue’s dog.”
[Koeyle, 95%.]
