Master of Masters 18

Chapter 18: “You’re quite capable, aren’t you?”

Koeyle buried his head, his forehead resting on He Yue’s leg, the burning pain in his back intensified by the occasional cool breeze from the window.

He Yue grabbed Koeyle’s hair, pulling up the man who had doubled over.

The pull on his hair made his scalp hurt, and Koeyle was forced to look up, frowning at the person whose mood shifted so unpredictably.

“Our dear colonel is enduring quite a bit, isn’t he?” He Yue held his hair with one hand, leaning in as if to embrace him.

If it weren’t for the painful tug on his hair, this would have been a very comfortable embrace.

Just as Koeyle was thinking this, He Yue actually loosened his grip on his hair, his fingertips now gently stroking his head, soothing the pain he had inflicted.

His emotions were pulled up like a rollercoaster, then suddenly dropped from a great height.

“Good doggy, fetch my remote.”

The voice close to his ear was soft and tingling, the repeated use of this term strangely pleasing to the ear. The weight on his leg lifted as He Yue stood up, pointing to the nearby table.

Koeyle, slightly dazed, supported himself with his hands on the ground, instinctively preparing to stand up, only to have a foot placed on the leg he had just bent.

“What are you spacing out for? Did I say you could stand up?” He Yue leaned in, putting his entire weight on the foot he was using to pin Koeyle down. “Colonel, a dog should act like a dog. If you can’t figure it out, stay kneeling here for a while longer.”

As he leaned in, the already loose collar of He Yue’s robe fell further open, and the hem of the robe draped over his leg slid to the side as he lifted his foot.

Koeyle’s gaze was drawn to the large expanse of skin made even more pale by the robe, then he quickly averted his eyes.

Truly, beautiful.

His mind wandered until He Yue patted his face, bringing him back to his senses.

He Yue’s pat wasn’t heavy, but the sound was loud: “What are you thinking about? You were only obedient for a few minutes.”

The derogatory words and provocative actions were unpleasant, and Koeyle paused, gritting his teeth.

Any insect would be displeased hearing this while sober, let alone him, a female insect accustomed to the admiring gazes of others from his high position.

He abruptly lowered the leg he had been leaning on, causing He Yue to stumble and fall forward, his hands landing on Koeyle’s shoulders for support.

Koeyle keenly caught the widening of He Yue’s eyes and the flash of surprise, secretly rejoicing as he quickly turned his head away. He didn’t even dare to look at the dangerous glint that quickly appeared in He Yue’s eyes as he recovered, instead shifting his numb knees, inching towards the low table.

The hands on his shoulders lifted, and Koeyle felt a pang of fear. The silence behind him was unsettling, and the tense nerves made the still-moving iron ball feel even more pronounced. He stopped several times, then forced himself to continue moving forward.

His feelings were strange. In this moment, Koeyle felt a sense of satisfaction from this childish act of revenge, albeit ridiculously childish…

Sounds of movement and dragging came from behind, but no words were spoken. Koeyle nervously looked at the remote in front of him, just about to reach for it when he heard a soft cough from behind, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He Yue had said, fetch it.

Koeyle hesitated, then lowered his head and picked up the remote control with his mouth.

The discomfort from the iron ball and the proximity of the remote control made his heart itch. He only needed to bite down slightly to lower the setting and get a moment’s respite from the prolonged torment.

With a soft click, Koeyle secretly used his teeth to nudge the intensity slider on the remote control downwards.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

At least a moment of calm. He felt his endurance was almost depleted.

The noticeably slower movement of the iron ball cleared his head considerably. During the ceremony, he couldn’t even handle the lowest setting. But now, the lowest setting was just a slight movement, almost falling out if he wasn’t careful. The iron ball, now grinding against his imprint point, caused a strange sense of dissatisfaction.

This was followed by waves of unbearable discomfort from his imprint point, the arousal showing no signs of subsiding. It was repeatedly pushed to its peak, then suppressed and dropped, a torment unlike anything he had ever experienced.

“Come here, slutty dog.”

The voice behind him was completely devoid of any teasing, even carrying a hint of anger.

He Yue had many methods that Koeyle had never seen. As he dragged his numb knees towards He Yue, his heart was filled with unease.

He Yue leaned against a two-meter-tall full-length mirror, his loose robe slipping off one shoulder, only his long hair draped over his other shoulder. He looked down at the person struggling to crawl towards him, his face cold, his fingers tapping the edge of the mirror.

“Feeling defiant, are we?” He Yue looked at Koeyle crawling to his feet in the mirror and chuckled softly. “The colonel has never seen what he looks like in front of me, that’s why he’s dissatisfied with my words.”

He Yue leaned down and grabbed Koeyle’s hair, forcing him to look at his own reflection in the mirror up close.

With the black remote control in his mouth, his face contorted from the pull on his hair, without the cover of his clothes, there was no trace of the colonel on him.

The only thing present was the clear, even defiant, look in his eyes.

He Yue sensed something was wrong and took the remote control.

There were teeth marks on the slider, which had been set to the lowest position.

He Yue laughed, but his eyes were icy cold: “You’re quite capable, aren’t you? I thought a female insect’s endurance was impressive enough to shock me.”

“I… ugh!”

His attempt to explain was cut short by the sudden increase to the highest setting, his words dissolving into indistinct syllables, mixed with whimpers that sounded like cries, ultimately turning into sounds of shame.

“What do you have to be dissatisfied with?”

He Yue stood behind him, placing one foot on the back of his neck, pressing down without mercy.

“…Ah!!” The pain of his chin hitting the floor brought Koeyle slightly out of his chaotic thoughts. His vision blurred, and his nose almost touched the mirror’s surface.

He was forced to look at his reflection in the mirror—

Prostrate on the ground, someone’s foot on the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed from the iron ball.

What was there to be dissatisfied with?

Didn’t he look like a dog?

Koeyle had never looked at himself like this under He Yue’s control, so pathetic and humiliated.

“Who told you to close your eyes?”

He Yue had nothing in his hand besides the remote control, and asking the system to conjure something out of thin air wouldn’t make sense. He slapped Koeyle’s backside with his bare hand, eliciting a changed cry from him.

His slap wasn’t heavy, but combined with the iron ball, it was completely different.

Rather than a cry of pain, it was more like…

“Even this can make you cum? What makes you think you’re not a slut?”

Koeyle wanted to say something, but He Yue didn’t want to hear it. Without waiting for him to speak, He Yue slapped him again without mercy.

Even now, Koeyle didn’t cry out. He bit his lip hard, trying to trap all the sounds in his throat. Tears streamed down his face, and his lips bled from his own bite.

He Yue paused, tilting his head and looking at the person in the mirror.

Even when his mind was almost overwhelmed by the sensations, even when he was being trampled underfoot, witnessing his own pathetic state, he was still trying to cling to his already non-existent dignity.

…This stubbornness was actually quite interesting.