Master of Masters 104

Chapter 104: Teaching

The old artist Basque’s invitation was more enthusiastic than He Yue had imagined. He had personally come to He Yue’s art gallery several times to talk with him, without any of the airs of an old artist.

He was kind and approachable, and as a senior, he was humble and polite, asking He Yue for advice on many topics in the related art field of painting.

“You are more outstanding than any artist I have ever seen,” Basque said with a sigh. “Your perception and insights do not belong to this time and space.”

He Yue didn’t mention transmigration to Basque, but the other party had already noticed something.

The elderly Basque regretted not having met He Yue sooner, and they quickly became good friends. He Yue finally agreed to visit his studio to see his sculptures, and only then did he stop bothering He Yue at his art gallery every day.

He Yue chose a casual vacuum-sealed suit, with a long, thin gold chain at the collar resting on the faintly visible line in the middle of his chest.

The gaze would always follow the exposed collarbone down, until it was covered by the collar, sexy without losing its elegance.

This casual style of dress was more in line with his artist’s aura. He appeared at the entrance of the sculptor Basque’s studio, as exquisite as a work from the sculptor’s hands.

His brother, beside He Yue, was also wearing a similar suit, but he looked awkward and uneasy, completely lacking He Yue’s casual laziness and sexiness.

The wounds on his body had healed, and soon new wounds appeared. The skin was in direct contact with the stiff fabric of the suit, which was undoubtedly a potential torment. His chest rubbed against the fabric of the suit, and streaks of blood seeped into the pure black suit, and he trembled with every step he took.

He looked at his master’s half-smiling expression and knew that this torment was also one of his master’s wicked pleasures.

The words of plea were also suppressed in his throat.

“Welcome, please come in.”

Basque, trembling, led the way, his female insects following closely behind him.

“Your Excellency!!” Jote appeared out of nowhere.

The grassy scent of his pheromones was unconcealed, probably because this insect, who had been modified by the mechanical god System 02, had not yet learned how to control his pheromones.

“You really came, can I invite you to see my works?”

He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, his excitement unconcealed.

He Yue nodded and replied, “Alright…”

Before he could finish, he was pulled away by Jote.

Jote seemed to have a very familiar aura, and for He Yue, who was also an artist, he didn’t have any of the shyness of a female insect.

On this point, he really considered himself a male insect.

His body was wrapped in bandages, like a mummy, and his movements were not large, his walk comical.

The mechanical god had changed a part of his body, and he now had a male insect gland that did not belong to him, and a body as fragile as He Yue’s.

Inside Jote’s private studio, there were several large white stone sculptures. Most of them were naked, in a state of bondage, the tense muscles full of tension, so real that you could see the prominent veins carved.

The fine carving showed great skill, and such a work would be considered exquisite even in human society.

The only flaw was that the red ropes wrapped around them were not carved from stone, but real red ropes.

He Yue stood at the entrance, his eyebrows raised with interest as he looked at these sculptures.

“This kind of silk or rope art carving, only my master can do it, I haven’t learned it yet…” Jote turned on all the lights in the studio.

The white light illuminated the various polished sculptures, reflecting the white light.

“If I become a real male insect, my master will teach me!”

Jote leaned closer to He Yue and pulled on his wrist playfully. “Your Excellency, please help me…”

“What’s in it for me?”

Jote lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

“You will create an outstanding sculptor!”

He Yue looked at him with an amused expression, smiling without speaking.

Jote was so anxious that he knelt before him, his hands still holding his wrists. “Please!”

He Yue tilted his head back and found his brother secretly clenching his teeth, and chuckled. “What does brother think?”

“Crude.” Mo Lfei stared at Jote’s hand holding He Yue’s wrist and muttered resentfully.

Jote was completely unhappy and raised his voice. “What did you say!”

“The depiction of your muscle direction is wrong.” Mo Lfei walked to a sculpture and pointed to the prominent muscle on the arm. “You didn’t study body structure well, did you? When the arm is bent behind the back, how can it be like this?”

He Yue scoffed.

His brother was his painting mentor, and on such professional issues, his brother could completely be called “Dream-Crushing Teacher.”

Jote was attracted by Mo Lfei’s words, released He Yue’s hand, and ran over to argue with him.

The sound of their argument grew louder and louder, their voices echoing in the empty studio.

He Yue shook his head gently.

He seemed to have a special skill of making the insects around him argue.

“Stop arguing, the right answer is not who has the loudest voice.”

He Yue walked up to them and pointed to a full-length mirror not far away. “Bring the mirror over.”

He picked up a black precept from a nearby table.

“Get into this position, and compare the muscle direction.”

The slender precept tapped in his palm, and he glanced at the two insects before him and chuckled. “Which of you two will kneel?”

His brother had been with He Yue for a while and was far more sensitive to He Yue’s commands than Jote. He pushed Jote away, afraid that his position would be taken, and knelt before He Yue first.

The tip of the precept in He Yue’s hand lifted his brother’s chin, and his gaze flickered to the mirror.

“Look in the mirror, brother.”

He lifted his brother’s suit, and the layered bloody wounds startled Jote.

He Yue saw his frightened expression and chuckled. “Is it beautiful?”

Jote swallowed nervously and nodded, then shook his head. Even when he came to the Castle, it was only to find the male insect the system had told him about, and he only dared to observe this field from a distance, not daring to get involved.

When He Yue really showed him everything, he was the first to run away in fear.

“These sculptures, did you not find a model?” He Yue was surprised by his lack of worldliness.

Jote nodded. “It was just the theory my master taught me, and then I looked at myself in the mirror.”

He explained well why there was a full-length mirror in this studio, it was the best proof that he used himself as a model.

The cold precept landed on Mo Lfei’s skin, making him shudder.

“Brother said you didn’t carve it right here, the shape of the biceps shouldn’t be like this…”

He Yue explained, the precept in his hand sliding on his brother’s skin. His voice was serious, and he used professional terms with ease.

But the precept in his hand was no longer for its original purpose, but more like a blatant provocation.

His “model” was well-conditioned by him, and his arousal was visibly evident, his kneeling posture gradually losing its form. But when his brother looked up, he could see his own reflection in the full-length mirror, and the calm He Yue standing behind him.

All this knowledge of human anatomy was taught to He Yue by Mo Lfei when he was his painting teacher. Now, when He Yue, wearing a suit and holding a precept, recreated this knowledge in this way, the reversal of roles had a subtle feeling.

[Mo Lfei, ???%]

He Yue put away the precept and patted his brother’s head, as if comforting an aroused large dog. His attention was not on Mo Lfei, but on this blushing little sculptor.

“So, have you learned?”

Jote’s voice was surprisingly dry, and he nodded blankly, not saying a single word.

He Yue was amused by his simple appearance and asked, “You’ve become a member of the Castle, and just this kind of performance can make you so shy?”

“You… you don’t understand…”

Jote was extremely awkward, and he didn’t dare to look at Mo Lfei. “I… I started learning art because I saw your paintings…”

He Yue’s hand, stroking his brother’s head, paused.

“I like your paintings. When I saw your paintings at the auction, I fell in love with them. I followed your paintings to the Castle, and in the process of sculpting on my own, I met Mr. Basque…”

Jote mustered his courage and met He Yue’s gaze. “Do you know what it means to me that you’re showing all this in front of me?”

For Jote, the scene before him was his idol appearing before him and even giving him a close-up lesson.

He Yue looked at this insect, who had originally been his system’s conquest target, with interest.

He had underestimated the ability of this magical system to influence his life.

The insects chosen by the system would always rush towards him, this conqueror, without hesitation, and even his brother’s intervention couldn’t stop it.

“Thank you for appreciating my paintings, little sculptor.”

Jote’s gaze was on the hand He Yue had on Mo Lfei’s head, and he asked in a daze, “Are you and this male insect a couple?”

He touched the back of his neck in confusion. “Can a male insect also be your partner? You’re both male insects.”

Jote repeated what he had said on the stage at the Castle: “You’re both male insects.”

“The gland on your neck is mine, Jote. Didn’t you notice our pheromones are exactly the same?” Mo Lfei, kneeling on the ground, suddenly spoke. “Without me, you would never have fooled Mr. Basque and become his apprentice.”

Mo Lfei moved his knees forward, his head leaving He Yue’s palm. “You can only choose one, either become my master’s female insect, or become Mr. Basque’s male insect apprentice.” Mo Lfei’s eyes flashed with a cold glint. “No, I won’t allow you to become my master’s female insect!” “Our goals are the same, Your Excellency.” Jote looked much calmer than him. “I want to become a real male insect, to become Mr. Basque’s apprentice. And you, you want to become His Excellency He Yue’s female insect.” The things they both dreamed of but couldn’t get were what the other hated.

He Yue hadn’t interrupted for a long time.

He could roughly guess the direction of this conquest target, Jote.

As a master, he would become a more important goal in Jote’s life than sculpting. This reckless little insect would change the trajectory of his life for him and become his slave.

He Yue could do it.

“Brother, come back, to my feet.”

He looked at the exquisite yet clumsy sculptures in the room and chose to let go of this insect, who would not affect his conquest KPI.

Completing the KPI, unblocking, and bringing his little dog home was more important than a 0% full of unknowns.

Besides, for a seed of art, He Yue would always be a little more partial and compassionate.

“Master?” Mo Lfei, as a brother, yet as usual, couldn’t understand the deep meaning in He Yue’s deep eyes.

But he was very relieved.

He was asked to kneel back by He Yue, which meant that his master had chosen him in a brief choice, although he didn’t know the reason.

“Be good, don’t always bare your teeth at other insects.”

“…I know, I’m sorry, Master.”

Jote was shocked that He Yue had so easily tamed a bared-teeth dog.

The sound of a cane came from behind, and Mr. Basque appeared before them, leaning on a cane.

He Yue picked up the suit from the floor and draped it over his brother.

Basque looked at the kneeling male insect and the meaningful full-length mirror, and was silent for a moment.

“Mr. He Yue, may I invite you to see my works?” He only invited He Yue.

He Yue threw the precept he was holding aside and walked out with Basque.