Chapter 93: [Arnis, 95%]…
The glass fragments that had pierced his palm made Arnis understand that He Yue had made up his mind to die in front of him. He didn’t have time to think about whether He Yue had full confidence in him, believing that he would definitely rush over to block the glass fragments. The momentary panic and anger had already made him lose his reason.
The iron chain on He Yue’s wrist was held by Arnis, and with a few turns, it was wrapped around his wrist and held high above his head. The iron chain pulled on his wrist, and the chain dug into his wrist, causing pain.
The more he wanted to break free, the deeper the mark the iron chain left on his wrist.
“Arnis…!”
His bloodshot pupils were like a bloodthirsty demon, and even though He Yue kept calling his name, he couldn’t wake him up. His hands were held above his head and firmly restrained by the iron chain, his bent arms stretched to their limit, tearing at his shoulder joints.
He Yue had to raise his waist to relieve the pulling sensation on his arms.
He thus pressed against Arnis’s chest, and the other’s free hand passed through his raised waist, holding him tightly.
Arnis bit off He Yue’s clothes, his mind filled with nothing but bonding with his Master.
The bonding process, which should have been a warm and happy union of souls, had turned into a tense and confrontational atmosphere, full of coercion and resistance.
He Yue was imprisoned in his arms, and the only way to break free was with male insect pheromones. But he didn’t want to be harassed by the insect’s hands again, so he hesitated to act.
His male insect pheromones were countered by Arnis’s fearless resistance and the drugs Yilinde had used to control him, and he no longer had the ability to subdue the female insect Arnis.
In this insect world, male insect pheromones were the last weapon. In a head-on physical confrontation, the male insect had no direct ability to resist.
Arnis’s kiss landed on He Yue’s tightly pressed lips, and no matter how much he licked with his tongue, he couldn’t make He Yue show a single flaw, a single gap. He kept his lips tightly closed, rejecting Arnis’s approach.
He Yue’s angry and disgusted gaze pierced Arnis.
“Arnis…”
He Yue’s hands were still pinned above his head, his calm eyes swallowing his anger, turning into an emotionless stare.
“If I could, I would rather not have accepted the paintings you bought in the first place.” Their encounter at an auction, Arnis had bought He Yue’s paintings and then returned them all to him.
Later, the art exhibition, the fire, the frame-up, and now the imprisonment, only He Yue had been kept in the dark by Arnis.
“Master… I’m sorry…”
He Yue turned his head, avoiding the teary-eyed gaze.
Hot tears fell on He Yue’s clothes, spreading a dark stain.
Arnis held on to the iron chain, the hollow iron links almost digging into the wound on his palm. Blood flowed continuously, staining the iron chain and then He Yue’s wrist.
No matter what, this painful captor, whether with gentle, humble flattery or forced, suppressive violence, could not move He Yue. He could do nothing, and even though one of his hands held his beloved’s waist, he felt as if he had never owned his Master.
A strong sense of powerlessness engulfed him, making him unable to breathe, and he fell into a suffocating abyss.
“Master… I…”
The eloquent President Arnis, who could speak fluently even under pressure at the negotiating table, couldn’t say a single word of explanation in front of He Yue. He wanted to get something from his Master, a hug back, a kiss, or even just a single word of affection…
But all of this, from the moment he decided to use Yilinde’s malice to keep He Yue by his side forever, was destined to never belong to him.
He was wrong, completely wrong. Even though in the end he didn’t cause any real harm, all of this was He Yue’s own desperate struggle for survival.
As for all the rescue he had done, hiring the best lawyer in the insect race, funding He Yue’s art gallery with a huge sum of money, and the brilliant fireworks display and the lavishly prepared travel plan, none of it could make up for his evil act of using Yilinde’s control over him, trying to get He Yue into a case, and then secretly taking him away.
The wrong thing was like a nail driven into a wooden board. Even if it was pulled out, even if in the end it didn’t split the board in two, the nail could not be saved, it would always be there.
“Master, I’m sorry… please kill me, I don’t know what to say, I can only… atone with my death.”
The iron chain on his wrist loosened, and He Yue lowered his stiff arm, rubbing his sore joints.
Pain had completely buried Arnis. He not only couldn’t have his love, but he also had to bear He Yue’s anger and hatred.
His heartstrings were stretched tight, on the verge of snapping. He Yue just needed to touch it lightly to throw him into the abyss of collapse.
He Yue took off the bloody iron chain and wrapped it around Arnis’s neck twice, then suddenly tightened it.
The intense feeling of suffocation, along with his crumbling spirit, devoured Arnis’s consciousness. His vision blurred, his breathing became incredibly difficult, and his eyes rolled back as if he were about to die.
This captor never would have thought that the thing he used to restrict He Yue’s freedom would become the weapon that took his life.
But he didn’t resist, just bracing himself on the floor with both hands, trapping He Yue within his reach.
Even if he died at this moment, it would be a rare release.
Arnis thought, letting He Yue tighten the iron chain around his neck.
The moment before he was about to pass out, He Yue released his grip and loosened the chain on his neck.
The instinct to survive made him gasp for air, and the fresh air dispelled the suffocating feeling of near-death, and everything before his eyes became clear again. He had walked on the edge of death and was pulled back by He Yue.
Arnis finally understood what it meant to want to live but not be able to, to want to die but not be able to.
He Yue raised an eyebrow, looking at the pathetic president, and a small smile appeared on his lips.
He still needed one last step to block this conquest target.
Bonding was a good choice. A wicked insect like Arnis should guard his imprint, living forever in guilt and nostalgia.
Never to be relieved, forever existing in a nightmare.
Death? That would be too easy for Arnis.
Arnis had no strength to hold He Yue’s waist, only able to brace himself on both sides of his body to prevent himself from falling. He lowered his head and panted, not yet fully recovered from the suffocating pain.
A hand lifted his chin, and his gaze was filled with his beloved Master.
He had no complaints, and even if He Yue wanted to repeatedly push him to the brink of death and then pull him back, he would have no complaints.
He Yue sat up, one hand on the floor, and said, “Do you want an imprint? I’ll grant it to you.”
Arnis was dizzy from the pie falling from the sky. He didn’t even care if this pie was a reward or a trap. In this atmosphere, He Yue shouldn’t have given Arnis a reward, it was clearly a blatant trap.
But Arnis couldn’t care less.
“Alright… thank you, Master.”
“You don’t even know what kind of imprint it is.”
He Yue thought of many almost vicious ideas in his mind, each of which was enough to make the noble president lose all face and dignity.
“Anything is fine, as long as it’s from Master.” The calm judgment and cost-benefit analysis of a business tycoon were gone, and just because the source of the imprint was He Yue, Arnis blindly chose to grasp it.
He wasn’t even afraid of death, let alone his face.
He Yue hooked his clothes and smiled like a flower, like a demon luring people into hell, his voice also an irresistible temptation.
“What a pity, President Arnis has no preparations…” He leaned closer and pulled on Arnis’s tie. “Mr. President had better pray that his blood is useful enough.”
It was a threat, and also a warning. He Yue would definitely not make him feel good, and the bonding process would not be a pleasant enjoyment.
Arnis lowered his head and tore off his clothes, his smile full of a sick satisfaction and happiness. “Yes, Master.”
What he needed to welcome seemed not to be pain, but a fatal happiness.
He Yue sat up, one hand on his side, and watched as Arnis slowly approached. He frowned, and the clumsy pulling had no preparation, only the discomfort of dry rubbing.
A forced act without preparation was an experience He Yue had never had before. Not only was there no preparation, but he was also facing a brand new ass that had never been touched by an insect.
Arnis gritted his teeth, his face almost pale. He was in so much pain, his ass constantly tearing, creating new wounds, and blood immediately flowed out, as He Yue had said.
The blood flowed down He Yue’s cock and onto the floor. It was hot and pungent, and the entire room was filled with the smell of blood.
He Yue’s hand pressed on Arnis’s hip bone, his threatening gaze sweeping up and down. “What, the president can’t make up his mind?”
He had deliberately given the initiative to the completely new insect Arnis. The other had only seen the fox’s actions at the hospital last time, and had never tried it himself. The president was naturally afraid, especially of the unknown pain and the sticky blood. His knees hurt, and he didn’t fall for a long time.
He Yue pressed him down, and in the moment of his distraction, he pressed down on the wavering, hesitant president.
The blade cut through the untouched wilderness, leaving a bloody wound, inflicting both pain and suffering on Arnis. The hot blood and the torn wound made his ass burn, and he was squeezed tightly, without a single gap.
After a moment of dizziness, Arnis finally recovered from the excruciating pain. He lowered his head and looked at his Master, seeing him also frowning from being tormented by him.
A sick happiness surged in his heart, surpassing the pain that was almost tearing him apart. He forced a smile, and his fingers smoothed He Yue’s brow.
“Master… aren’t you uncomfortable?” He could feel the throbbing pulse, and the close contact with his Master and the pain were intertwined, beautifying all the suffering, turning the wound into a kind of enjoyment.
Arnis leaned in and hugged He Yue, pushing him onto the floor. He wrapped his arms tightly around He Yue’s neck, their chests pressed together from the hug.
Arnis had embraced his Master, embraced the Master who had given him pain and torn a bloody wound on his body.
His pathologically twisted love explained all his wrongdoings, and he felt he was in a happy world, even the pain a fuel for the fire. He swayed with the pain, his knees chafed on the floor.
“Master… I love you so much…”
He held He Yue’s waist and, amidst the blood and pain, held He Yue tightly.
The smell of blood in the air overpowered the floral scent, and Arnis had already forgotten that this crazed pain was a fatal punishment.
“Master, crush me, let me die… this way, I’ll belong to you forever…”
[Arnis, 95%.]
