Chapter 48: Major General [Koeyle, 99%]…
The male insect imprint, a belief instilled into the female insect’s body through this method, must be adhered to for life. Once a female insect violates the imprint, they will suffer from pheromone backlash and torment day after day, a fate worse than death.
The moment the mental imprint was formed, Koeyle’s imprint point, which had never been touched by any pheromones, was now bathed in He Yue’s.
At the same time, all the effort he had spent for years resisting the backlash of the genetic imprint, achieving a state of pheromone rejection, was now completely gone.
The genetic imprint and the mental imprint were different. The former was innate in female insects, forcing them to submit to male insects. The genetic imprint required female insects to first submit to their own accompanying male insect. If their accompanying male insect died or was never born, the accompanying imprint would be void, and the female insect would have to submit to all male insects until they found a Master to bond with.
The moment the mental imprint was formed, Koeyle’s ass tightened violently, squeezing He Yue so hard that his vision went white. His previously soft penis, having just released “pheromones,” immediately hardened again.
He Yue, squeezed like this, his legs weakening, fell forward onto Koeyle, his penis also thrusting forward.
He Yue groaned, his vision filled with stars as he gasped for breath. He braced himself with one elbow on the table beside Koeyle, their abdomens almost touching.
Koeyle’s reaction was incredibly strong, not just from being fucked for the first time, but also from the conflict between the mental imprint and the pheromones. He was in immense pain, yet because he had completely accepted He Yue in his heart, he wanted more.
“Mas… Master…”
He Yue pressed against him, not saying a word.
Koeyle wanted to continue, relieved that he could feel his Master’s throbbing pulse, a sign of excitement. But he still prioritized He Yue’s feelings. If his Master said stop, then it would stop.
“Is Master satisfied?” Koeyle asked.
“Of course not.”
Koeyle breathed a sigh of relief, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of He Yue’s eyes with the back of his hand.
“There’s still time before the ceremony, it won’t take long to present the epaulettes… Master, take as long as you want.” His palm gently rested on He Yue’s long hair, his eyes filled with love.
The colonel’s well-trained body could play with He Yue until his physical limit. Perhaps, because the male insect’s physique was inferior to a female insect’s, He Yue would be exhausted from playing too much. Koeyle could let him rest in his arms, carry him back home.
He Yue, the transmigrator, had different thoughts than Koeyle. He had great confidence in his own stamina.
“How long until the ceremony starts?”
Koeyle glanced at the clock and replied, “An hour.”
“Then, let’s continue.”
The imprint point, now lubricated with pheromones, was different from the previous rough sensation, becoming smoother, like a warm jade bead pressing against He Yue’s penis.
He Yue could draw a parallel to the human G-spot, but the sensation was completely different.
When it was dry, it was rough, like sandpaper, almost making He Yue lose his balance. But now, nourished by pheromones, with the mental imprint engraved, it became smooth, like a warm jade used for massage.
This novel sensation was truly addictive to He Yue, and he repeatedly thrust against this unique structure only female insects possessed.
With each thrust, Koeyle would shudder, his ass tightening rhythmically, making He Yue dizzy with pleasure.
He Yue seemed to have let loose, his face flushed, his bitten lips even redder. He was completely soaked in passion, like a fully bloomed, vibrant flower.
His hair swayed slightly, his eyebrows occasionally furrowing. His hazy eyes were momentarily lost, his red lips slightly parted as he panted, his tongue unconsciously darting out.
He was in complete control, knowing exactly how to please himself, what force, what speed, what direction to use, what sounds he wanted to hear, what kind of cooperation he desired…
How to utilize this female insect, so different from a human, to achieve the ultimate pleasure.
This was the meaning of being a Master.
Koeyle was incredibly cooperative, willingly accepting the blows to his ass. He knew He Yue liked to hear lewd and wanton sounds at this time, and he unreservedly cried out his true voice for his Master.
“Mas… Master, Master, fuck, fuck the colonel senseless!”
Obeying the mental imprint was pleasurable, and since Koeyle genuinely loved He Yue, he found even greater… happiness… in his moans and hazy, lost eyes.
After many rounds, He Yue had filled the colonel completely. As he touched the chain around Koeyle’s waist, he could still feel it pressed tightly against his skin, seemingly bulging slightly.
He Yue had had his fun, but he still had energy and didn’t want to stop.
A knock came at the door, but the lounge was well soundproofed, and they couldn’t hear the insect outside.
Koeyle’s optical device lit up.
He Yue took his wrist and looked at the message.
[Sir, could you please come a little earlier for the rehearsal?] “Colonel, they’re calling you for rehearsal.”
He Yue lightly pressed his lower abdomen, and a mixture of pre-cum and semen spurted out, making Koeyle cry out in surprise.
“…Yes, rehearsal, I’ll be back in a bit.” Koeyle replied haltingly.
He Yue adjusted his clothes and stretched, feeling incredibly satisfied.
He walked over and picked up the object he had tossed aside earlier.
“Colonel Koeyle, let’s play a game.”
Koeyle was still dazed, not yet recovered from his orgasm.
The mixture of pre-cum and He Yue’s semen dripped down. Thankfully, Koeyle’s cape was draped over him, so it only dripped onto the floor.
Having been hit and fucked, his ass, having experienced such intense torment for the first time, was red and swollen.
He Yue, showing no mercy, took the fallen object and plugged him with it, forcing out a lot of semen.
“Ugh!!”
Koeyle almost screamed, rolling to the side and curling up into a ball.
“Colonel, how about you go on stage with my cum inside you?”
“Master…”
Koeyle pleaded softly.
He felt his gait would surely be strange, and with all that cum inside him, how could he not be discovered?
He Yue raised an eyebrow slightly.
“…Alright.” Koeyle said in a low voice. “Thank you, Master, for the reward…”
The colonel had no principles, none at all.
What principles did a dog need in front of its Master?
“Headquarters agrees to award Koeyle the rank of major general…”
The sound of the orchestra was deafening, the rhythmic drumming and low sonata filling the air. Koeyle, under the gaze of everyone, walked towards the stage step by step.
His gait was slightly awkward, his lips pursed as if in pain.
He Yue sat in the front row of the special guest section, quietly watching Koeyle walk onto the stage.
“Why is the major general walking so strangely?”
“Don’t you know? When the major general came out of the nuclear hole, he was incredibly powerful, almost terrifying.” “But wasn’t that during the secondary nuclear hole in Area A?”
“Hey, the major general barely rested before entering the main nuclear hole. He’s a hero among heroes!” He Yue couldn’t help but chuckle.
“The major general is both hardworking and skilled, and he has a super-powerful Master who can save him.”
“A power couple…”
“So good…”
They praised him from beside He Yue, not noticing the resemblance between He Yue and the man in the news photos.
Koeyle stood by the microphone, his face flushed, the foundation unable to cover his suspicious blush.
He gripped the edge of the podium tightly, his speech rapid, quickly flipping through the pages of his script.
The feeling of only he and Koeyle knowing the truth, like a secret hidden under a thick cloth, exposed to the public gaze, the constant fear of a gust of wind blowing the cloth away.
This cautiousness was incredibly exciting.
Koeyle finished reading his speech, skipping lines, and bowed to accept the major general’s sash. He held the gold epaulettes in one hand, his other hand over his chest, and gave a standard military salute to the audience.
As he looked up, his gaze met He Yue’s.
His Master sat in the audience, his hands resting casually on his lap. The spotlight swept across the crowd, flashing in his bright eyes. Koeyle knew that, at least at this moment, his Master’s gaze belonged to him.
His fingers tightened around the gold epaulettes, the sharp edges digging into his palm.
This was an honor they had earned together.
Koeyle swayed slightly, walking off the stage amidst the applause.
The newly appointed major general had his Master’s cum inside him, every step an agonizingly intense experience.
He Yue watched his awkward gait with amusement, a pleased smile on his face. He enjoyed public humiliation, and Koeyle’s transformation from rebellious to obedient gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
A “Do not disturb, resting” sign hung on the door of Koeyle’s private lounge. He Yue didn’t hesitate, turning the unlocked doorknob and locking it behind him.
It was obvious who this door was left open for. Besides He Yue, no one would dare to barge into the private lounge of a high-ranking female major general.
The lights in the room were all on, the previously messy table now wiped clean. He was now kneeling quietly by the table, his uniform jacket and cape neatly worn, the golden sash draped across his chest, only a part of his clothes pulled down.
He was biting the major general’s epaulettes, kneeling quietly.
The epaulettes were exquisitely and intricately made, their golden sheen magnificent, symbolizing status and honor. He held them in his mouth, as if they were not a cherished possession, but just a tool to please his Master.
He Yue walked behind him and kicked his ass lightly. The object that had been used to plug him, previously protruding, was now kicked back in.
Pre-cum inevitably leaked out, and Koeyle let out a muffled groan. He had to bite down hard on his major general’s epaulettes, leaving no room to speak.
“It still came out.”
He Yue raised an eyebrow mockingly, his words reigniting Koeyle, who had calmed down slightly after kneeling for a while.
Koeyle had been with He Yue for a while now and knew that He Yue’s words were deliberate, just to find an excuse to punish him. He couldn’t see He Yue’s expression from behind, but he could imagine it was a contemptuous look, like looking at a dog.
Just the thought and the atmosphere made Koeyle even more excited. He whimpered a few times, the tone barely audible, but because he was biting the epaulettes, it was almost impossible to understand what he was trying to say.
He Yue walked in front of him and took the epaulettes from his mouth with two fingers.
“What did you say?”
“Please, Master, punish your little dog.”
He Yue examined the exquisite epaulettes in his hand under the light. They weren’t just intricately made; they were forged with He Yue’s effort, earned with Koeyle’s blood, a glorious honor.
“Major General, who are you?”
The newly appointed major general pursed his lips, his ears flushing. “I’m Master’s little dog.”
He Yue held one end of the epaulettes, using the other end, now damp with Koeyle’s saliva, to lift his chin.
“What mistake did you make just now?”
“Didn’t… clench my ass… let Master’s, Master’s cum… leak out…”
He Yue nodded thoughtfully.
“Indeed, you should be punished.”
He tilted his chin slightly, gesturing towards the nearby table.
“Get on it.”
He Yue didn’t forget to return the major general’s epaulettes, making him bite down on them.
The epaulettes were hard, impossible to break with just his teeth. But the edges were sharp, covered in various engravings, and even a slight pressure would cut his mouth.
Koeyle felt a slight stinging sensation on his tongue and the faint taste of blood, knowing that the epaulettes had already cut the inside of his mouth.
“…Ah!!”
He Yue’s hand came down without hesitation, leaving a clear handprint on Koeyle’s ass.
He paused, removed the bothersome object, and slapped him again.
Instantly, his hand felt like it was hitting water, splashing tiny droplets.
“Spread your cheeks, otherwise how can I hit you?”
Koeyle, who had been leaning on his elbows, now pressed his chest against the table. He obediently placed his hands behind his back, his fingers pulling his cheeks apart.
Then, the slaps rained down.
He Yue’s hands were beautiful, his fingers slender and long, his palms without much flesh, making his slaps incredibly painful. Plus, his technique was superb, bringing far more than just pain.
Even his slaps were a rare commodity at Castle.
He Yue loved the process of coloring skin, especially on soft, fleshy areas. If the body was well-trained, it was an even more enjoyable experience.
Before his eyes, the skin changed from its natural light wheat color to pink, then to red, sometimes even a deep crimson. He Yue loved this process, the tingling sensation in his palm, the pleasant sounds in his ear, all adding to the enjoyment.
He Yue could feel the swelling of his ass, the skin visibly raised and red, and he couldn’t help but press it lightly.
Of course, the major general’s cries were also inevitable.
Even though Koeyle was dizzy from the burning pain, his hands didn’t move.
The swollen flesh was visibly raised, and his ass was naturally tighter. The burning wounds were even hotter than usual, the temperature rising significantly.
And thus…
The simple square table creaked, accompanied by Koeyle’s unrestrained, almost screaming voice.
More comfortable.
He Yue frowned slightly, almost cumming instantly. The swollen wounds enveloped him, squeezing him tightly. Even a slight movement was an incredibly intense tingling sensation.
This was a masterpiece he had created with his own hands.
The more aroused he became, the more difficult it was to control himself, and he ruthlessly utilized the tool he had created.
The unique advantages of the insect race, the major general’s epaulettes, the taming of his Master, the tools he had created…
Layer upon layer of indescribable pleasure.
The addictive feeling made He Yue unable to stop. This new body, only three months old since hatching, was giving his experienced soul a completely new experience.
He was the Master, the controller, so even if he indulged, even if he went crazy, even if he reached the limit of pleasure, it was his right.
He Yue rarely indulged like this, but this time, he completely let loose.
He stepped back and leaned against the table beside Koeyle.
Koeyle, dizzy, turned his head and saw He Yue also leaning against the table, dazed. He struggled to get up from the table, knelt on the floor, braced himself against the table, and licked the remaining stains from He Yue’s body, even pulling up his clothes.
He Yue’s eyes and the corners of his ears were flushed with lust, his eyes slightly weary, his lips bitten red and swollen, like a blooming peach blossom. He was neatly dressed, except for a few negligible wrinkles, and could walk out of the room at any moment.
In contrast, Koeyle looked pathetic. His elegant uniform was stained and ruined, seemingly unusable.
Of course, the colonel’s uniform was no longer needed by the major general. Headquarters would be providing him with a more magnificent and solemn major general’s uniform, changing from white to black.
Koeyle sat on the cold floor, the coolness providing some relief to his swollen wounds. He leaned against He Yue’s leg, his arms draped over him, his racing heart gradually calming down in the sweet scent of his pheromones.
“Master’s pheromones… smell so good…”
He Yue’s body also carried that faint floral scent, different from the shampoo. Initially, it was more refreshing and aloof, but during the process of fucking Koeyle, it became richer and sweeter…
Koeyle felt that his own body was now imbued with some of that beautiful floral scent.
“Weren’t you averse to pheromones before?” He Yue asked.
Koeyle nodded. “But, once my heart accepts, I won’t be disgusted by Master’s pheromones.” He didn’t mention the agonizing pain he had experienced when his imprint point first came into contact with the “pheromones.”
He looked up, meeting He Yue’s gaze in the backlight.
“How can a dog reject its Master’s pheromones?” Koeyle chuckled. “Everything I have belongs to you, my body, my mind, my feelings…”
He murmured softly, “Master, I am yours.”
He Yue smiled without speaking, his hand, wearing the blood-red gemstone ring, gently stroking Koeyle’s head. He got up from the table and walked behind him.
“What did you just say?”
“I am yours… ah!!”
He Yue stepped on the back of Koeyle’s neck, pressing down hard.
Koeyle’s chin hit the floor, his ass fully exposed to He Yue. It was still red and swollen, even showing signs of bleeding.
“How long have we known each other, Major General Koeyle?”
Koeyle tensed up, his body rigid. His voice trembled, almost unrecognizable. “…Four, four months…”
“Four months… time flies.”
He Yue removed his foot, leaned down, his face close to Koeyle’s. A clear footprint was now on the colonel’s cape, the black mark stark against the white fabric.
“That being said, I still have something important to do.”
He Yue instantly hit the imprint point, now well-lubricated with “pheromones.”
Without any warning, Koeyle trembled violently, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
“I’m going to remove your genetic imprint, Major General.”
In the entire insect race, He Yue’s unique genes and the system’s support gave him a special ability, something he had planned from the beginning. He could remove imprints, both genetic and mental.
This was Koeyle’s initial reason for seeking out He Yue.
The “pheromones” reached his imprint point, and the genetic imprint that had bound Koeyle was artificially removed by He Yue. He was no longer forced to submit to male insects based on his female insect instincts. All his submission had to come, completely, from his own heart.
The pain of having the genetic imprint removed far surpassed the pleasure of his orgasm. Koeyle convulsed in agony, every part of his body exploding with intense pain, worse than any previous violation of the imprint, as if all his past transgressions were being settled at once, almost making him faint.
[Host!! The conquest target is experiencing severe mental fluctuations!!]
Koeyle couldn’t help but howl, his already hoarse voice turning into a heart-wrenching scream. Every bone felt like it was being shattered and then haphazardly pieced back together, every muscle torn and then stitched back up.
The sensation was like being broken down and rebuilt.
His hands flailed wildly, trying to grab onto something, but finding nothing.
“Koeyle!”
He Yue grabbed him, cupping his face in his hands.
“Koeyle! You are my dog!”
His voice was stern and heavy.
“Love me with your true heart, not with the instinctive submission of a female insect to a male insect!” “I am your Master! You love me, you submit to me, everything you have, your body, your mind, your feelings, all belong to me.” Like a longsword, it pierced through the chaotic pain, shattering all suffering, turning it to ash, dissipating in the air.
“…I love you…”
Koeyle, amidst the almost fatal pain, found a moment of clarity. His mental strength was completely focused on He Yue.
“I love you, Master… I love you…”
His hands gripped He Yue’s wrists.
“I love you…”
Hot tears dripped onto He Yue’s fingers, then slid down his cheeks. Koeyle cried, gradually calming down, his stable mental strength enduring the excruciating pain of the genetic restructuring.
It was painful, but not suffering.
The shattered flesh and bone, the completely pulverized soul, finally found the right path, reassembling into Koeyle. The lost fragments found their way, their correct direction.
They all found their direction under a single beacon.
That beacon was He Yue.
He Yue had said he would eradicate Koeyle’s attachment to his rank and status, becoming the colonel’s true goal.
The room fell silent, only their breathing remaining.
“Do you remember our promise?” He Yue asked.
They had made a bet—if, after three months, Koeyle didn’t willingly offer him the chain that bound his throat, He Yue would grant him the freedom he desired.
“You didn’t ask for freedom.”
Koeyle nodded, enduring the excruciating pain of the genetic restructuring, and said, “Please chain my freedom, Master, I belong to you.” This was the condition He Yue had set from the beginning, but he had only truly achieved it now.
He Yue’s smile was unrestrained and composed, a true victor.
“I won, Major General Koeyle.”
Koeyle didn’t know what awaited him. His mind was in turmoil, and he didn’t dare to think about the future.
He was lost in that unrestrained, arrogant smile, the only words he could think of were—”I love you, Master.”
[Koeyle, 99%.]
