Master of Masters 106

Chapter 106:

Bewildered by a dangerous and sweet poison, the clueless Jote dazedly moved in front of He Yue.

He knelt on the ground, looking up at He Yue, whose cheeks were gradually turning pink.

His gaze was one of adoration. For He Yue, the one who had led him into the hall of art, Jote always had an almost devout reverence.

His ears were ringing, and he dazedly followed He Yue’s instructions, biting the other’s clothes, his tongue resting on his lower teeth.

In the past, Jote could only watch He Yue paint through the shop window, squatting in the corner of the art gallery, sculpting a clay figure from his heart. But now, He Yue was standing so close to him, one hand on his head.

The sweet, bloody scent on his lips became even stronger.

He Yue’s other hand grabbed the red rope that had fallen from the sculpture. It was still wrapped around his brother’s neck, and he pulled him towards himself.

Mo Lfei held his waist, making him stand more steadily, and was pulled closer, his lips touching his.

The cool lips pressed against He Yue’s, which were hot from the system’s malfunction, and were immediately warmed.

The floral scent in the air was stronger than ever before, and the malfunctioning system occasionally crackled in He Yue’s ear like static, like the sound of firewood crackling.

Jote’s vision was blurred by tears, his sore jaw as if it were about to dislocate. He whimpered a few times, perhaps to protest or plead, but was silenced when He Yue lifted his chin.

The hand that had been on the ground was now hugging He Yue’s calf, like grasping a lifesaver.

He Yue didn’t have much expectation for this naive little insect. His fingers then hooked under Jote’s youthful eyes, wiping away a few teardrops.

“Kneel to the side.”

Jote dazedly moved his knees, licking the lingering salty taste on his lips. His gaze lingered on the object before him for a moment, then he looked at the ground with regret.

His skin was slick with saliva, and that was all he was good for.

He Yue was rarely so clear-headed in this state, and he couldn’t possibly give the initiative to a little insect he had only met a few times.

The feeling the malfunctioning system gave him was comfortable, a state between arousal and clarity, at least not as out of control as Yilinde’s drug last time, or even overdrawing his body.

When his brother knelt before him, He Yue was still holding the red rope he had taken from the sculpture.

The red rope was pulled tight, forcing his brother to raise his chin, his neck bent into an arc. Pain and suffocation became another kind of catalyst, making him aroused.

He had been with He Yue for a while now, and his special hobbies had been tamed by He Yue.

The carving that had always been with him could have made him suffer less, but He Yue threw it aside, and it hit the large stone sculpture.

Jote stared at the rolling carving, his face flushing. He didn’t dare to turn his head to observe the current situation, only listening to Mo Lfei’s voice, his blood pounding with excitement.

He Yue wrapped the red rope around his hand a few times and tightened it around his brother’s neck.

A male insect didn’t have the pre-cum of a female insect, but his well-conditioned brother was always clean and moist. He wasn’t as soft as a female insect, and thus much tighter.

The rope in He Yue’s hand tightened, and the place where the rope and skin touched visibly lost its color.

“Relax, brother, don’t fight me.”

He Yue relaxed the rope in his hand and leaned forward, his arm around his brother’s neck. The rope hung loosely on Mo Lfei’s back, the purple bruise on his neck conspicuous.

Mo Lfei, having a chance to breathe, gasped for fresh air, trying to dispel the intense suffocating feeling in his chest. He had just relaxed a little when He Yue took the opportunity and hugged him tightly.

His eyes, which had rolled back from the suffocation, now looked up in a daze.

He Yue couldn’t describe the feeling of holding his brother in his hands. It was like in his decades before transmigrating, he had never thought of pressing his dear brother under his hand.

“Xiao… Xiao Yue…” His brother’s voice was full of emotion, and the familiar face before him was more beautiful than he remembered, with a beauty that didn’t belong to the original world, yet still dangerous and charming.

He Yue chuckled softly, his pursed lips curving into a captivating arc. He twisted the red rope and pressed it against his brother’s lips.

“Naughty, has brother forgotten what he should call me?”

The woven red rope pressed against his lips, a constant reminder of his identity.

The shattered sound broke through all his reservations, and he fell into a real quagmire, firmly grasping the only rope, as if he had found a place for his wandering love.

“Master…”

He called out this title softly, as a brother, as his master’s dog.

He felt the person behind him become more excited, and He Yue’s fluctuating emotions were keenly captured by him because they were so close.

“Master, brother loves you…”

[Mo Lfei, ???%.]

He Yue scoffed and bit down on his brother’s gland on the back of his neck, unhesitatingly drawing blood from the fragile gland and forcibly injecting his pheromones into his brother’s body.

Under the influence of the clashing pheromones, He Yue felt his brother instinctively clenching around him, suppressing him.

The entanglement of the same kind was now manifested, and He Yue was stuck, unable to move. His brother’s body was far from the instinctive submission of the female insect genetic imprint, but instead resisted and pulled, making He Yue feel a hint of coercion.

Of course, He Yue enjoyed fighting against this untamable instinct.

He mercilessly and forcibly released his pheromones, making the mixed scent in the air so strong that only the aggressive floral scent could be smelled.

Finally, after several such times, He Yue personally softened and fucked this tall male insect body into submission.

“Bro?”

He Yue couldn’t hear his brother’s response. He could feel a dual sense of accomplishment and pleasure in his conquest, but his brother, forced to endure the male insect pheromones, had already half-fainted under the dual influence of pain and pleasure.

Unfortunately, male insects didn’t have an imprint point, so He Yue couldn’t engrave any imprint on his brother.

He stood up slightly and called out to Jote, whose head was almost on the ground.

“Little fellow, come here.”

Jote crawled over, dazed, both terrified and expectant. He had already become uncontrollably excited just from listening, but he had turned his back to He Yue, dazed, not daring to make a sound.

He Yue grabbed his neck and threw him in front of him.

Jote felt the world spin, and the light from the studio ceiling seemed to be magnified countless times, a white light before his eyes.

But he didn’t touch the cold ground. His back was cushioned by soft muscles, and a red rope was pressing against his back.

“Sir… I…”

Jote looked at He Yue in terror as he tore open his clothes. In his shock, his anticipation made his pre-cum flow even more profusely.

“Are you afraid of pain, little fellow?”

He Yue met his dazed but aroused eyes and couldn’t help but tease him.

“I, I’m not afraid…”

Compared to his brother, Jote was still more like a female insect. He was found by System 02 and had a strange male insect gland embedded in him, but his body itself was still of a female insect’s nature.

He had a female insect’s pre-cum, and also a female insect’s imprint point.

“Are you sure I can turn you into a real male insect?”

He Yue’s fingers pried open the ass, which had been softened by the female insect’s pre-cum, his tone hesitant. He could even give Jote a mental imprint, just like with a normal female insect.

“I… I don’t know,” the poor little insect was flustered, but still spread his legs under the command. “It was that god who said, as long as we bond, I can become a male insect…” He himself found it absurd, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

“If you don’t succeed in the end, don’t cry, little one.” He Yue’s “little one” had an air of superiority, which made Jote even more excited.

“I, I won’t. Sir, please, bond with me… ugh!” The unfamiliar sensation made the little one’s pupils dilate, and he breathed rapidly, his inexperienced reaction arousing He Yue’s interest in bullying him.

He Yue held his wrist and placed it on his own abs.

“Do you feel it?”

Jote nodded blankly.

“Aren’t you afraid? What if you die in my hands?” He Yue threatened, like a dangerous wolf seducing its little prey.

This trick was very effective, and the little prey flinched in fear, the fear of the unknown making his tears fall uncontrollably, and he didn’t dare to make a sound to disturb He Yue.

“Hiss…” He Yue frowned tightly and slapped the disobedient little insect.

Jote shuddered from the slap, nervously squeezing his prominent abs, and then heard his revered sir’s soft sigh.

“Little thing, what are you doing?”

“Sir… is this better?” Jote rubbed his stomach, his voice broken. “Can you, not kill me?” He was truly purer than a blank sheet of paper.

He Yue placed his hand on the back of Jote’s hand and chuckled. “We’ll see how you perform.” He touched the imprint point several times, making the little insect, who was engulfed in a strange fear and excitement, cry out. Until the little insect’s head tilted, almost falling off his brother’s back, He Yue was ready to let him go.

“Isn’t it better to give you an imprint?”

Jote was already so fucked he couldn’t speak.

“Then… always stay passionate, little sculptor.”

Like a spark igniting a fierce flame, Jote grabbed He Yue’s neck, nuzzling his ear affectionately, like an obedient little dog.

“Thank you, sir…” His voice was surprisingly hoarse. “I wish you eternal happiness…” He had wanted to say these words for a long time, ever since he had watched the long-haired painter on the high stool through the glass.

This blessing was filled with all his admiration and best wishes, becoming the reverence and gratitude of the thousands of insects who had gained creative freedom because of He Yue’s paintbrush.

He Yue patted his head and then released him.

Before He Yue, the two insects were piled together, their inseparable asses dripping with his “pheromones,” which dripped onto the floor.

“Zzz—”

The system emitted a familiar electric sound.

The bonding had taken effect, and the last barrier would also disappear.

His brother pushed Jote away and crawled to He Yue’s feet, grabbing his ankle.

“Don’t… Master, don’t go…”

[Mo Lfei, 100%.]

He Yue raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear the system’s voice. He knew he would welcome his brother’s value, but he hadn’t expected it to be 100.

“Bro, you knew this value all along.” He Yue stated this fact without a doubt.

It had always been 100%.

Those three question marks were always 100.

From the moment his brother tampered with the system’s conquest target, this number had always been 100.

He Yue finally understood what “just maintain the status quo” meant, and he finally knew why his brother was so terrified of the fifth conquest target’s appearance.

His brother knew that the fifth conquest target, Jote, was his last barrier, and once the barrier disappeared, he would be blocked.

“Why was it 100 from the beginning?” He Yue knelt down, his hand on his brother’s head.

“0%, from the moment my feelings for you changed… bit by bit… at Castle, in that identity where I shouldn’t have called you Master, I called you Master countless times, secretly…” “Bro…”

His brother’s mental submission had long since been immeasurable by the system of this world. Perhaps it was 100%, or perhaps, it was 1000%.

100% was the system’s limit, not his brother’s.

[Congratulations, Host, for completing the mission. The conquest target has been blocked.]