Master of Masters 102

Chapter 102: The Fifth Conquest Target [Mo Lfei, ???%]…

The ambulance took away the blood-soaked Jote. He was alone, without any female insect accompanying him, his body exuding a strong grassy scent, the same as Mo Lfei’s.

They had the exact same pheromones.

The red and blue lights reflected on He Yue’s face as he watched Jote being loaded into the ambulance, his mind drifting.

“Why are his pheromones exactly the same as brother’s?” He Yue asked.

Mo Lfei shook his head.

He had transmigrated as a male insect, and his gland and pheromones were naturally matched to him. As for He Yue’s fifth conquest target, it should have been a female insect without a gland.

Kano found them with the Castle’s member files.

“This insect, Jote, he doesn’t have a female insect, and he hasn’t played with the club’s public property. The moment he opens his eyes, he’s causing trouble. I let the small fights slide, but this time he directly broke into another insect’s private room, I really couldn’t cover it up anymore, that’s why I called Mo Lfei.” He had a terrible headache, explaining as he handed He Yue the basic file.

He Yue glanced at it and saw that Jote’s profession was listed as “sculptor.”

He seemed to be able to guess what his fifth conquest target’s story would be – probably two artistic lunatics with similar interests.

Only now, the position of the fifth conquest target had been changed to his brother, who had also transmigrated.

“Let’s go see him, at least we should apologize.” He Yue pulled on Mo Lfei’s suit sleeve.

He Yue had dealt with countless cases of sending insects to the hospital after playing too rough at the Castle club before.

Whether it was compensation or other demands, they had to negotiate.

In the insect race, this matter would be even more complicated. A dispute between two male insects, if the victimized insect didn’t agree to a reconciliation, Mo Lfei might have to go to court.

“I… I’ll go myself, this is my fault.”

Mo Lfei received the information about the fifth conquest target, and the second whip had already exceeded a safe force.

Just the possibility of being abandoned by He Yue’s system had already made him panic. If He Yue hadn’t stopped him in time, the third whip would have definitely killed that insect.

“Of course it’s brother’s fault.” He Yue wasn’t polite at all and adjusted his brother’s tie.

To outsiders, it looked like a friendly gesture between friends, but only Mo Lfei himself could feel He Yue’s hand on the collar he was wearing.

The leather collar, because of the sudden raising of his hand, was a little crooked, and He Yue personally straightened it. He Yue hooked a corner of the leather and pulled Mo Lfei to his lips.

His lips gently touched Mo Lfei’s ear.

“The punishment won’t be spared for you, brother.”

The back of his hand patted his brother’s face, his half-smiling eyes without a trace of anger.

His brother had lost control for him, and this did not fit the character of an excellent enforcer, but it fit the basic requirements of being a dog.

Outside the operating room of the hospital, He Yue met the gaze of Basque, who was sitting on a bench at the entrance.

Sculptor.

He Yue remembered the profession Jote had written.

Basque, sitting on the bench, anxiously stood up to greet them, and with the support of his female insect, he stumbled a few steps before he could stand steadily.

“Sit down, you’re welcome.” He Yue said a few words, and this frail male insect collapsed back into his seat.

“He’s… my apprentice, the only one.” Basque said first.

He Yue looked at the sickly Basque sitting on the bench, then turned to look at the light on in the operating room.

“So, you joined the Castle because…” He Yue asked, drawing out his words.

“I wanted to know his hobbies, he’s obsessed with the art of bondage… I was also very curious, what does he do in his daily life.” Basque pouted and turned to look at He Yue. “If you can, can I invite you to my studio? My works, and…” He pointed to the lit operating room. “And Jote’s.”

Basque was already very weak, and the pain of his illness made even his hand pointing at the operating room tremble. He had joined the Castle and couldn’t play any games, just to see what his only apprentice was playing with.

On his first day at the Castle, he had seen his apprentice get himself sent to the hospital.

“Alright, I’ll go see them.”

He Yue agreed and added Basque’s optical device.

He had heard of the sculptor’s exhibition, but it was just a glimpse when he was browsing his optical device.

Even if his brother had tampered with the system’s data, the fifth conquest target still appeared in his life like an inescapable fate. If it weren’t for his brother, he would be hitting it off with this artistic lunatic right now.

(These five conquest targets of yours, besides my brother, not a single one isn’t crazy…)

Koeyle, Wien, Knasch, Arnis, and this tampered Jote, all five of them had their own ways of being crazy.

[Actually, your host’s brother is also… not very normal.]

Which insect, under normal circumstances, would dig out their own gland, trying to become a female insect!

He Yue pulled on his brother’s coat. “Your gland… didn’t you get rid of it?” System 02 had gotten rid of it for Mo Lfei, but the unchangeable male insect genes still allowed him to release a faint pheromone.

He Yue remembered that familiar scent.

A bad premonition made him have a bold guess. “Your system didn’t somehow put the gland on this insect, did it?” Jote was his conquest target, he should be a female insect.

Mo Lfei lowered his eyes and finally nodded with a grave expression.

He could no longer ask the runaway System 02 how he had managed to do it, but the current situation was this bad.

He Yue sighed helplessly.

Jote was seriously injured, and as a male insect, he would need a long time to recover. He refused further physical examination and was admitted to a single-insect ward on the grounds of a superficial wound.

“Master… why are you here?”

Basque sat by Jote’s bed, his female insects busy with the hospitalization procedures.

“You don’t even have a single female insect, how can I be at ease with you alone in the ward?” Basque said reasonably.

A flash of panic appeared in Jote’s eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. “Master doesn’t have to worry about me… I want to talk to the two of you.” The meaning of sending them away was obvious, and Basque gestured for his female insects to leave the ward.

“Hello, you two!” Jote’s gossipy gaze flickered between the two, without a trace of hatred or hostility.

Logically, Mo Lfei had beaten him up in public, and he should have extorted him for it.

Mo Lfei didn’t beat around the bush and said directly, “Reconciliation, what are your demands?” “I’m sure you both know that I’m not a real male insect, I can’t bond with a female insect, and the gland on my body is also fake… I want to become a real male insect!” Jote’s eyes were bright, his excitement unconcealed.

He Yue asked, “What do I have to do?”

Jote moved to the side of the bed, held one of He Yue’s hands with both of his, and looked at him with pleading eyes. “It’s you! The god said it was you… as long as you and the two of us have sex at the same time, first bond with me, then have sex with this one, I can become a male insect!” The room was strangely quiet, and time seemed to have stopped.

He Yue looked at him in disbelief and repeated, “What did you say?” “As long as you and the two of us have sex at the same time, first bond with me, and then have sex with this one, I can become a male insect!” He Yue tilted his head, his face puzzled.

This strange statement, why would Jote believe it?

He Yue pulled his hand back and said coldly, “Little sculptor, beware of telecommunications fraud.” Mo Lfei at the side couldn’t help but chuckle and was glared at by He Yue.

“It’s true! Look at me, I really have a male insect gland here!” Jote pulled down his hospital gown and was about to untie the bandage on his body.

“Stop, the doctor didn’t let you move.” He Yue immediately stopped the stubborn insect.

He instinctively gave the order as if scolding a disobedient dog, and the other party obediently did as he was told.

He Yue scoffed. “With your appearance, even if you become a male insect, you can’t be a master. Your innate slavishness is too strong, you’re only suitable for being a dog.” Jote visibly blushed, and he touched his face with the back of his hand, refuting softly, “But… I have to be a male insect…” He frowned, and after much struggle, he finally said what was on his mind. “I have to be a male insect to become Mr. Basque’s real apprentice… I want to, I want to learn sculpting, I like and love this.” He Yue’s eyes narrowed, and he lost his interest in teasing him.

“I like it very much… I know, I know there are risks, and that mechanical-voiced god also said that it’s very likely to fail, I won’t become a real male insect, I’ll die…” Jote nervously twisted his quilt. “But I want to try. Your Excellency, are you willing to come to my studio and see my works?” He Yue chuckled softly and nodded.

This was completely an artist’s way of dealing with things, and Jote was probably trying to move He Yue with his works.

Such pure and passionate love and pursuit was just like the young He Yue.

Mo Lfei was all too familiar with this kind of He Yue, and he had also fallen in love with this burning passion, hopelessly falling in love with this kind of He Yue.

His hand quietly clenched into a fist.

An uncontrollable hostility welled up in his heart, even surpassing traditional jealousy and hatred.

He didn’t want this insect to get in their way, and he was also worried that the system’s original destiny would eventually drive him, this outsider, out.

Everything was developing as if fated.

He Yue still met the original fifth conquest target, and he still had a good impression of this passionate artist.

His heart was in his throat, and he became incredibly panicked?

[Mo Lfei, ???%]

He Yue, hearing the system’s voice, turned his head in confusion.

His brother’s face was tense and pale.

“Bro, what’s wrong?”

“Let’s go, Jote should also need to rest.”

He Yue nodded, added Jote’s optical device, and then was pushed out of the ward by his brother.

From behind, Jote’s voice rose, and he shouted, “I don’t need to rest! I can chat with Your Excellency more…” The rest of his shouting was cut off by Mo Lfei slamming the door with a bang.

The purpose of his brother’s actions was obvious.

He Yue pinched his brother’s tense cheek and ruffled it like when he was a child, and laughed out loud.

“Bro, you’re jealous.”

Mo Lfei didn’t refute, and in the corridor full of insects, he wrapped his arms around his waist.

“Yes… brother has another rival.”