Chapter 19: Worth It [Koeyle, 15%]
He Yue paused for a long time, so long that the immediate pain subsided into a burning sensation, before suddenly raising his hand.
Caught off guard, Koeyle finally let out a cry.
“Colonel, there are many ways for us to spend these three months. Defying and provoking me is the most foolish,” He Yue lightly stroked the areas on Koeyle’s body where he had struck him, chuckling softly. “It’s alright, I have plenty of ways to make the colonel see what kind of thing he is.”
The pause and the gentle stroking seemed to stretch on even longer, making the harsh lesson even more unbearable.
Pain, or perhaps more than just pain.
With each raised hand and subsequent strike, the iron ball would also be jolted, hitting his imprint point. Even biting his lip until it bled couldn’t suppress Koeyle’s cries and shouts, the momentary surge of sensation followed by the long wait for it to subside, only to be followed by even harsher blows.
Flashes of white light repeatedly appeared before his eyes. In the moments when his consciousness returned, Koeyle’s gaze was fixed only on his reflection in the mirror and the person behind him.
The cold yet composed expression, the sudden tightening of his face when he struck, and the fleeting redness of his palm…
Engraved into his memory along with the pain.
“…Ugh!” The force of the blow was particularly heavy, and Koeyle almost lost control.
“Distracted at a time like this?”
All his senses were intertwined, and the pain was no longer agony. Koeyle almost lost his strength several times, yet was forced to remain conscious. Even the strongest willpower turned into cries and pleas…
No amount of training could inflict such pain on the colonel, but He Yue had managed it.
“Master, please…”
“Please?” He Yue repeated. “Is this how you ask for a favor?”
Koeyle saw stars and couldn’t speak immediately. Seeing He Yue raise his hand again, he abandoned his last resistance and said, “I know I was wrong… Please…”
He Yue lowered his hand, leaning in and pressing down even harder with his foot, just like before.
But this time, Koeyle didn’t have the chance to pull away.
“Cum, Colonel.”
The title “Colonel” jolted Koeyle, tearing a hole of clarity in his muddled mind, but his body, already pushed to its limit, reacted first. Thus, he was forced to wake up from a dream, consciously accepting the fact that he had once again lost control in front of He Yue.
Along with the orgasm, his pride and dignity flowed away, as if a piece had been ripped from his chest.
He Yue stepped back, turning off the remote, and looked down at him as he collapsed to the side, watching him stare blankly ahead in the afterglow, his body occasionally trembling.
[Detecting abnormal fluctuations in the conquest target’s mental power, there is a risk of slight insectoidization. It is recommended that the host use male insect pheromones.] The system’s prompt startled He Yue.
Insectoidization was an irreversible process of death for female insects.
The high wall Koeyle had built around himself was far less strong than He Yue had imagined.
He Yue walked over, sat down on the floor beside him, and lifted Koeyle’s head, resting it on his lap. He still didn’t use pheromones as the system suggested.
His slightly reddened palm cupped Koeyle’s face, his fingers gently wiping away the still-wet tears.
“Do you need me to get the first-aid kit?”
Koeyle froze, looking up in disbelief, then silently shaking his head. He didn’t find the disdain, mockery, or contempt he had seen in past gazes. Instead, there was only gentleness.
He didn’t feel uncomfortable under this gaze, even though Koeyle knew he must look terrible right now.
“No need for a first-aid kit, it will heal soon,” his voice was hoarse from crying. “I’m a female insect, this kind of injury will heal quickly…” “Was it very painful?” He Yue asked, the hand that had just inflicted pain now gently caressing his cheek.
The complaint that Koeyle had been about to utter caught in his throat. He was enveloped by the gentle voice, unable to speak those harsh words.
“If I say yes, will Master be disappointed?”
He Yue didn’t answer him: “Even though you know we’re the only two here, is all you can feel pain?” “…”
“Even without your colonel’s uniform, do you still place yourself on such a high pedestal?” Koeyle remained silent for a long time.
He Yue chuckled: “Do you wear that jacket even when you sleep?” Koeyle laughed along and replied, “I don’t.”
“Even if you said yes, I wouldn’t be disappointed in you,” He Yue’s gentle voice was more intoxicating than alcohol. “You endured it until the end, even if it was only pain, didn’t you?” “It wasn’t only pain…” Koeyle’s voice was very soft, almost inaudible.
Regardless of whether he had only felt pain earlier, now, with his head resting on He Yue’s lap, being gently caressed like a small animal… even though his body still ached, he didn’t feel pain.
“You were great, Koeyle.”
Koeyle froze, looking up to meet gentle, earnest eyes that accepted his disheveled and embarrassed state. He asked softly, “Even after performing so poorly, I’m still ‘great’?” “If you had cum without my permission in the end, I would have thought you were terrible, but you didn’t,” He Yue smiled and ruffled his hair. “Try to be a good doggy, and I’ll reward you.” Koeyle didn’t reply.
He nuzzled He Yue’s palm with his face, remembering that the palm was also red, and lifted He Yue’s hand to look at it.
“Does Master’s hand hurt?”
“A little.”
“I’ll get you some medicine.”
Koeyle was about to get up when He Yue stopped him.
“Let’s stay like this for a while longer.”
Koeyle settled back down, one hand gently twirling a strand of He Yue’s hair.
The studio was quiet, and time seemed to slow down. The pain slowly fermented and dissipated, no longer closely linked to suffering, but gradually transforming into something else, something indescribable.
At least, compared to the backlash of the imprint and the prolonged pain he had to endure without pheromones, this pain inflicted by He Yue was indeed negligible.
Koeyle wrapped the end of He Yue’s hair around his index finger, then let it go.
A chuckle came from above: “Is my hair that fun to play with?”
“Yes.”
“Then play.”
With permission granted, Koeyle became bolder, no longer as cautious. But he was still careful not to pull on the hair, avoiding causing He Yue any discomfort.
Koeyle suddenly felt that even if this moment of tenderness had to be exchanged for the pain inflicted by He Yue, it was worth it.
He Yue didn’t receive any further prompts from the system about mental fluctuations, but instead heard the value report.
[Koeyle, 15%.]
