Master of Masters 54

Chapter 54: Bite You [Knasch, 10%]

“Oh my god, what a magical body!”

The half-human, half-fox female insect lay calmly on the dining table, surrounded by bloody knives and forks, yet his body was as pristine as new. No matter how deep the wound, it would heal rapidly, leaving only bloodstains as proof of its existence.

These superficial wounds, whether deep or shallow, didn’t even make Knasch flinch. He stared boredly at the chandelier, counting the pendants.

His arms were twisted at an exaggerated angle, his wrists tied to the iron bars of the table, long since numb. He had no feeling in his arms, his expression vacant.

“He’s just a boring block of wood!”

Another male insect, who had almost disemboweled Knasch, stepped down from the stage. They had already forgotten Kano’s requirement to make Knasch cum, their objective now simply to make him cry out in pain.

But Knasch, numb to pain, was almost immune to these superficial wounds.

His pain threshold was terrifyingly high. He enjoyed, even craved, excruciating pain, and this level of torment couldn’t even pique his interest.

A boring block of wood.

He Yue, sitting in the corner, chuckled, his mask hiding his eyes, the slight curl of his lips revealing his contempt and mockery.

His gaze lingered on the tail on the dining table, gleaming under the spotlight, his sharp eyes softening slightly. He had a weakness for fluffy things, and that large, fluffy white tail looked incredibly soft, making him want to play with it.

“Try using pheromones.” A male insect shouted from the crowd.

Male insect pheromones were the most common method to subdue female insects. As long as Knasch had female insect genes in his body, he wouldn’t be immune to them.

“He hasn’t bonded yet, this… forcing him into heat, isn’t that cheating?”

They looked at Kano, the host, for an answer.

“It’s allowed.”

Whether it was out of confidence or a genuine desire for someone to win the bet, Kano agreed to this seemingly foolproof plan.

A male insect, eager to try, jumped onto the stage.

The moment he approached the edge of the table, Knasch’s dazed, unfocused eyes suddenly snapped back to reality. He clenched his fists tighter and chuckled softly.

A whoosh sound, followed by the sound of a thin line snapping and a mechanism turning.

A dagger fell from the ceiling, landing precisely, piercing Knasch’s throat.

The hall was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in chaotic screams. The male insect on the stage also screamed and jumped down, fleeing with the other male insects to a safe distance.

Screams, terrified cries, panicked footsteps, and on the stage, Knasch, his face splattered with blood, a wild, bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

He grinned, a crazed, terrifying smile. His pierced throat prevented him from speaking, so he could only make exaggerated expressions. He licked the blood from his lips, no longer a cunning fox, but a bloodthirsty beast.

He was like a circus clown, performing a pantomime of defying death, mocking the male insects who had tried to conquer him. The male insects who had cut him, trying to elicit a reaction, were now the butt of the joke, a part of his play, the real clowns in this theater.

After the initial screams, the hall fell silent. They had rarely witnessed such a bloody scene up close, and some of the male insects who had been standing close were even splattered with blood.

A large empty space now surrounded the stage, a chaotic mess of overturned tables and chairs. They stood by the walls, far from the center of the storm.

Thus, He Yue’s applause was incredibly out of place, drawing the attention of all the male insects.

His leather boots stepped into the spilled wine, the dull sound echoing through the hall. All eyes were on him as he walked through the chaotic mess of tables and stepped onto the stage.

His mask concealed his eyes, making his full lips even more prominent. He Yue smiled faintly and praised softly, “A good performance.”

He Yue on the stage and Knasch lying on the dining table formed an invisible barrier between them and the male insects far behind, the chaotic tables and chairs a physical manifestation of this divide.

“Long time no see, little fox.”

He Yue leaned against the table and pulled out the dagger that had pierced Knasch’s throat.

This dagger was a provocation and a mockery, telling the male insects who had used dull knives to cut Knasch that their methods were incredibly foolish.

“You’ve given me a good weapon.”

The sharp dagger twirled between He Yue’s fingers, the blood from the blade staining his slender, well-defined fingers, a gruesome sight, yet leaving no actual wound. The dagger’s reflection danced on Knasch’s body, but his gaze was fixed on He Yue’s hand.

That hand was a work of art.

Knasch thought.

That hand was meant for playing the piano, probably able to span many keys, or perhaps for playing the guitar, painting, dancing…

But now, that hand was being used to play with a knife.

The contrast was striking.

The wound on Knasch’s neck healed at a visible speed.

“What do you think I’ll do with this knife?”

He Yue’s playful smile held a mysterious quality, as if he were holding not a razor-sharp dagger, but a beautiful magic wand.

Knasch’s throat hadn’t fully healed yet, so he couldn’t speak. He shook his head, yet his eyes were filled with anticipation.

He Yue stopped playing with the knife, gripped the handle, and placed the blade against Knasch’s neck.

“Neck, arms, chest…”

He Yue murmured, the tip of the knife moving to the corresponding places as he spoke.

The cold blade gave his words more power, and Knasch’s attention followed the cold, sharp point as it touched his body.

He began to feel a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, wondering where the knife would go next.

“Heart, abdomen, tail, the organ under the tail…”

He listed them so calmly, the cold blade always ready to cut, his gentle voice like a drop of water in a deep valley, his deep gaze moving slowly, both landing on Knasch.

Knasch’s hand twitched.

This indescribable atmosphere seemed to stir endless fantasies.

“Legs, knees, ankles…”

He Yue’s gaze paused. He saw the fox tail, which had been lying quietly on Knasch, now twitching restlessly.

“When a fox wags its tail, does it mean it likes something?”

Knasch bit his lip and looked away, but his eyes blinked a few times, his composure faltering. He couldn’t deny that the feeling of the deadly dagger lightly scraping against his skin was strangely arousing.

Was it because He Yue’s voice was so seductive?

“Foxes are also canines, so wagging their tail means they like something and are welcoming, right?”

Knasch wanted to say something, and with his newly recovered, slightly hoarse voice, he replied:

“A fox is a fox, a fox is not a little dog.”

He felt his reply was stupid, but he hated being lumped together with that foolish dog.

He Yue was amused and, knowing he had the upper hand, truly broke the ice, walking over and leaning against the table beside Knasch’s head.

“Fox, guess where I’ll cut next?”

Knasch scoffed and said without hesitation, “The heart.”

“Reason?”

“Didn’t Master come to collect the other half of the life I owe you?” Knasch said. “Last time, Master shot my heart with a gun, this time, try with a dagger.”

He Yue didn’t answer this question. “If you guess correctly, I’ll give you a reward. Want to change your answer?”

“What if I guess wrong?”

“Then you’ll have to sell me the next half hour of your attention, let me be your Master for half an hour.”

Knasch found this novel and was intrigued. “But, I’ve already told you my answer, Master can change it at any time, that’s not fair to me.”

“So, you can change your answer in your mind and tell me later.”

“Then I can change it at any time, that’s not fair to Master either.”

He Yue shook his head, holding the dagger between them. “A deal isn’t about fairness, it’s about worth. I’m betting you’re willing to lose to me, so I’m giving you the chance to change your answer at any time.”

A rebellious thought arose, and Knasch looked at He Yue as if he had heard a great joke, his expression mocking.

“Why would I be willing to lose to you?”

“Because…” He Yue drew out his words, feigning thought, building up the anticipation. “You’ll want me to be your Master, even if it’s only for half an hour.”

“How is that possible! What a joke, do I look like the kind of stupid dog that would submit to a Master?”

He Yue ignored his outburst, seeing the rebellion and dissatisfaction in his eyes. The angry fox had lost his previous composure, a special kind of turmoil stirring within him, the unconscious wagging of his tail betraying his true feelings.

“Be quiet, little fox, are you ready?”

“Of course!”

He Yue covered his eyes with his free hand, plunging him into darkness, unable to tell where the knife was, only able to wait and anticipate.

The cold sensation of the knife scraping against his skin earlier was etched in his memory, the unbroken skin imbued with more meaning, the coldness turning into a burning heat in his mind.

Where would it be?

Would he stab him directly in the heart? Or cut open his abdomen? If not, then cut off his tail. He Yue seemed very interested in his tail earlier, and he could even take it back as a specimen. It would take a while for the tail to grow back, and the fur would take even longer. He would have a bald tail for a long time…

Knasch’s mind raced, waiting for the excruciating pain to be inflicted upon him.

He Yue’s exterior was inscrutable, but his core was surely cruel and ruthless, otherwise he wouldn’t hold a grudge over a shoulder injury.

He would definitely win, and he had to think of a reward.

Like, biting He Yue’s lips hard. The mask covered his eyes, so Knasch’s gaze was focused on his lips, and he had long wanted to bite them fiercely.

They must be very soft and nice to kiss.

He Yue didn’t move for a long time. He just covered Knasch’s eyes, leaving him in a state of anxious anticipation.

His fluttering eyelashes constantly tickled He Yue’s palm, revealing his inner turmoil.

Knasch swallowed, his restless thoughts, which had started with biting He Yue’s lips, now spiraling out of control. His tail was wagging, ever since He Yue had lightly scraped his chest with the dagger.

When his tail wagged, the fluffy fur brushed against the organ hidden beneath it, and his arousal had been secretly building, but the thick, fluffy tail concealed it well, so He Yue hadn’t seen it.

Or, he thought He Yue hadn’t seen it.

So, it was also fine to cut his chest with the dagger. If it happened to cut or remove his nipple, the healing process would be incredibly pleasurable.

He Yue felt the white fox’s pale face heating up under his hand.

Now was the time.

He raised his hand and slashed with the dagger, then removed his hand from Knasch’s eyes.

The red silk ribbon, tied in a dead knot on the iron bar of the table, was cut, fluttering down. He Yue put down the dagger and gently pressed Knasch’s bruised shoulder with the hand that had just held the knife.

“Did you guess correctly?”

His hand was surprisingly strong, the pressure on his shoulder joint both painful and stimulating, yet it also had a relaxing effect, slowly easing the numb ache.

Knasch felt the feeling gradually returning to his arms, and at the same time, to his long-numb heart. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes, long accustomed to darkness, stinging as they looked directly at the chandelier.

He was the same.

After being numb in darkness and pain for so long, the first time he received kindness, it also stung.

But it wasn’t a painful sting, but the sting of numbness gradually dissipating.

“Why?”

Knasch turned his head, his nose stinging. As he turned his head, his fox ears were pressed against the table.

“I’ve never played with a fox before, so,” He Yue pressed his shoulder with some force. “I want to be your Master for half an hour, to dominate and control you.”

The fox’s tail twitched.

He Yue had built up so much anticipation, made him believe he had fallen into a cruel trap, made him expect the worst.

But what awaited him wasn’t a knife, but a hand massaging his shoulder.

Knasch finally understood the meaning of “willingly taking the bait,” and why He Yue had so confidently given him the choice.

This male insect, a master of playing with emotions and hearts, had easily toyed with him.

“I didn’t guess correctly,” Knasch said. “Master won.”

When he turned his head again, his expression had changed.

“Please dominate me, Master.”

[Knasch Harver, 5%]

He Yue saw the prompt and nodded in satisfaction. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers at a nearby female insect waiter. “Please bring me a timer.”

An old-fashioned timer was placed in He Yue’s hand. He quickly wound it, set the countdown to half an hour, and placed it beside Knasch’s head.

Knasch could see the old-fashioned timer by turning his head, but more importantly, he could clearly hear the ticking of the second hand, moving at a steady, rhythmic pace.

“Enjoy a feast with me, little fox.”

Knasch smiled, a crazed look in his eyes, different from before. Previously, it was a boundless, unrestrained arrogance, but now, it was all focused on He Yue.

“Surrender everything to me, even a fox must admit defeat in a bet.”

“A fox is an animal that keeps its word, Master.”

“You better keep your word.”

He Yue called over a female insect waiter and gave him some instructions.

He took a glass of liquor, added an ice ball, and poured some liquor over it. When the glass was cold enough, he placed it on one side of Knasch’s chest.

“Hiss…”

Knasch sucked in a breath, his body curling up from the cold glass against his chest.

“Don’t move, little fox, this is an order.”

He Yue’s voice was no longer gentle, but stern and reprimanding. He had lured the fox into his trap, ready to achieve his true goal—

To win this prize.

Another glass was in He Yue’s hand. He took the kettle of hot water the waiter had prepared and poured the freshly boiled water into the glass. This time, he didn’t wait for his fingertips to feel the heat before placing it on the other side of Knasch’s chest.

The heat slowly rose, the glass a good conductor, the boiling water inside steaming. Through the transparent glass, He Yue could see the skin gradually turning red.

“Cough… Mas, Master…”

The ice and fire on his body, one on each side, and continuous, gave Knasch’s special ability no chance to recover. The sudden wounds were common for Knasch, the intense impact on his senses followed by rapid healing and disappearance.

But this continuous, unstoppable pain was more deadly than a knife wound.

Crucially, He Yue had chosen a good spot.

“If you spill it, the punishment will be doubled.”

Knasch tensed his body to avoid shaking, his aroused eyes and tear-filled gaze pleading with He Yue.

Of course, He Yue ignored him.

He Yue reached out and moved his tail, revealing his already aroused erection, hidden beneath the thick fur.

“When did this start?” He Yue asked.

“When… when you used the dagger…”

He Yue feigned surprise and nodded. “So wagging your tail was just you trying to rub yourself off.”

Knasch was both ashamed and excited by He Yue’s words. He pressed his fox ears down, covering his eyes. But his tail, now moved aside, couldn’t hide his erection.

He Yue poured a little hot water into the glass and placed it on his abdomen.

“Don’t… Mas, Master… wait…”

He Yue didn’t hesitate, placing the glass firmly on him.

“Ah!! Cough…”

Knasch, already aroused by He Yue’s teasing, couldn’t handle the hot glass, his body curling up, knocking all three glasses over.

Two glasses of hot water, and one glass of near-freezing ice water, all spilled on him.

“Ahhh!!”

Knasch screamed, completely turning to his side, hugging his tail and curling up. The burns on his body, no longer subjected to continuous aggravation, were healing at a rapid speed, but the healing of the sensitive areas naturally brought new and more intense sensations.

“I told you not to move, are you deaf?”

In his muddled consciousness, Knasch heard He Yue’s words. His tone was cold and stern, completely unfamiliar.

Knasch felt a pang of regret. Why had he foolishly given the initiative to this devil? He should have chosen to change his answer and win, and then bite He Yue’s lips hard!

“Lie down.”

Knasch, forced by He Yue’s command, lay flat on his back again, and reluctantly gave his tail to He Yue.

“So unruly, you need to be punished.”

The dagger was turned around, its handle now facing Knasch, and was pushed straight in.

Knasch cried out, unconsciously bending his legs, trying to escape, but He Yue held his tail, pulling him back.

“Still trying to run?”

“…Ugh, I was wrong… Master, take the dagger away…”

He Yue chuckled, tilting his head and examining the dagger, only its blade visible.

“Don’t you like it?”

The fox was speechless, on the verge of tears, and bit the tip of his ear to distract himself.

“Relax, little fox, your body can’t lie.”

He Yue lifted the fox’s tail, stroking the base of it. “You really like me playing with your tail, don’t you?” “Ugh… Master…”

With his fate in He Yue’s hands, Knasch didn’t dare to run again. He Yue was addicted to playing with the fox’s tail, its fluffy texture almost a ball in his hand, and every time he squeezed the base, he would hear the fox’s aroused moans.

The glasses were back in their places, this time three glasses of hot water.

Knasch gripped the edge of the table, the glasses on his body making him feel like he was a table himself. The glasses, filled with hot water, inevitably spilled, burning his skin and his will.

He Yue didn’t spare his tail either, teasing him to the peak.

“Master…”

“You’re beautiful, little fox. I like the way you look, show me an even more beautiful side.” He Yue’s hand suddenly squeezed the base of the fox’s tail.

“Don’t! The fox… the fox will lose control.”

“Then show everyone, little fox.” He Yue’s voice was full of seduction. “Aren’t you going to fight for a chance to come home with me?” “Go… home?”

Knasch was dazed from the torment, completely forgetting about his bet with Kano.

He Yue, thinking his bait wasn’t big enough, changed his approach. “Focus a little more, and I can grant you the reward you were thinking of earlier.” Knasch finally came back to his senses, his mind no longer on the bet with Kano, but on the scheme to bite He Yue’s lips.

“Master…”

The fox completely let go, forgetting about winning the bet with Kano, his gaze fixed on He Yue’s lips. He swayed, feeling He Yue’s fingers on his tail, and moaned with pleasure.

“Master…” Knasch said, his voice full of pleading. “It’s Master, Master is playing with the fox…” “It’s me.”

Suddenly looking up, Knasch knocked the glasses off his body. He was scalded by the hot water again, but this time he didn’t curl up, and he didn’t have his tail to hug.

He Yue released his tail and looked up, seeing Kano leaning against the wall, watching the show.

He smiled, a bright, clear smile, the lights reflecting in his eyes.

He mouthed to Kano—

“I won.”

In the darkness, He Yue didn’t see Kano’s expression, distracted by Knasch gently scratching his palm with the tip of his tail.

“What?”

“The reward you promised the fox.”

He Yue leaned closer to Knasch, who was sitting on the edge of the table, a puzzled look on his face. “What reward are you so obsessed with?” “To bite you.”

“Wha…”

Knasch pulled on the thin chain of He Yue’s mask, pulling him closer, and without hesitation, pressed his lips against the ones he had been craving for so long.

“Hiss…”

He Yue stepped back, letting Knasch rip off his mask. He licked his lips, tasting a hint of blood as expected.

“Still say you’re not a little dog, why do foxes like to bite people?”

Knasch licked his sharp teeth and smiled with satisfaction. The fangs were a fox’s special weapon, for hunting, for tearing and eating raw meat, for sating its hunger. But now, they had only been used to bite He Yue’s lips.

“A fox also bites.”

[Knasch Harver, 10%]