Master of Masters 2

Chapter 2: “There’s a proper way to ask for a favor.” [Koeyle 0%…

He Yue’s gaze drifted downwards.

“When did it start?”

As He Yue spoke, his palm pressed against Wien’s face, covering his mouth. His sharp gaze was deep, carrying the momentum of someone about to inflict a thousand cuts.

Wien understood what He Yue was referring to, and his eyes darted around in panic as if he had been caught red-handed. However, his mouth was covered by He Yue, and he couldn’t utter a word, only managing a gurgle from his throat.

“Was it when you were licking my palm? Or when you admitted to being my pet? Or perhaps, right from the start when you called me Master?” He Yue leaned closer, the force in his hand suddenly increasing. He heard Wien’s suppressed cry of pain and felt quite pleased.

He could drive someone to a frenzy even without using any pheromones, a state even more intense than being in heat.

He Yue observed his reaction.

Just a small trick, so easily flustered.

He Yue’s grip was strong, quickly leaving red marks on Wien’s face.

He gave a faint smile and said softly:

“Lowly insect.”

“…”

The stain on Wien’s clothes deepened.

During the long years of guarding his male insect, Wien had endured a lot of scolding. The mocking and scornful insults, which initially pierced his heart with pain, gradually lost their sting after countless wounds.

Now, the pain of this word was overwritten by He Yue, given a new meaning and memory, covering the suffering he had endured outside the nurturing membrane.

No matter how harsh and cruel the insults, they no longer carried a hurtful edge, at least not for Wien.

His gaze towards He Yue became even more devout and profound.

He Yue, inexplicably stared at with such “deep affection,” loosened his grip, his tone puzzled: “What are you thinking?” “No, nothing…” Wien pursed his lips, pulling himself out of the nightmarish memories, “I, I like this title very much.” “?”

He Yue was almost rendered speechless by this answer, nearly laughing out loud.

So cunning…

Outside the male insect nurturing chamber, the noisy commotion grew closer and closer until a violent banging sound echoed, and a group of people rushed in. Each of them held weapons and possessed burly figures.

They were clearly female insects, and high-ranking ones at that.

Wien jolted, quickly standing in front of He Yue, drawing the lightsaber from his waist, and warily eyeing them.

Incidents of coveting male insect nurturing eggs happened from time to time, and countless female insects had fought over male insects. Wien didn’t think these people were reinforcements called by the female insects he had just driven away. On the contrary, they must be here for his insect master.

“Step aside. We must have this male insect.” The female insect at the front raised her gun, her killing intent overflowing.

Very few female insects in the empire could obtain guns: military females, guards, commanders… all of them were among the high-ranking female insects in the empire.

(Seriously? Just outright robbery?)

He Yue sized up the female insects who had rushed in, confirming that none of them had conquest information displayed above their heads.

[Host, you… are a rather special male insect.]

(For example?)

[You are a male insect of half-human, half-insect bloodline, born due to special circumstances. You are the only one in the entire empire…] He Yue recalled that the female insects Wien had just driven away had also insulted him in this way.

(They called me a hybrid. What’s so good about that?)

[That’s because they are low-ranking and not qualified to obtain specific information about you. Besides being able to imprint female insects like other male insects, you can also remove imprints.] He Yue struggled to digest these two completely unfamiliar terms.

(So they want to kidnap me?)

[The genetic imprint stays with them for life. Even if their accompanying male insect doesn’t awaken, they are still tormented by the genetic imprint, becoming its prisoners.] The high-ranking female insects charged towards Wien, firing their guns without hesitation. Wien dodged to the side, but he was still quickly hit.

“Protect the male insect! Don’t let the male insect get hurt!”

The leader shouted, and they all concentrated their fire on Wien.

He Yue casually asked the system:

(What happens if a conquest target is gone?)

[…]

In just a few seconds, the system’s CPU almost overheated.

[Although nothing much will happen, Wien is a rare conquest target with very high initial data and a considerably low conquest difficulty. It is still recommended that the host save him.] He Yue carefully weighed the pros and cons.

50% was indeed a very tempting number.

(Alright.)

[The host can use male insect pheromones, they can’t withstand it.] He Yue didn’t respond, instead, he stood up, supporting himself against the wall behind him: “Wait a moment.” All eyes immediately fell on him.

“He is my accompanying female insect.”

[Wien, 51%]

He Yue’s movements paused after hearing the system’s voice. He hadn’t expected his unintentional action to cause the value to jump.

Although not by much.

The female insect at the front looked at He Yue in disbelief, repeatedly confirming that the voice had come from him.

He Yue walked up to her and took the gun she had just used to shoot Wien from her stunned hand. The female insect didn’t dare to resist, obediently handing over the gun.

“Only I have the right to decide his life or death. Even if he’s a toy, only I, the owner, have the right to destroy him.” He wasn’t as tall as the female insect in front of him, but his resounding words overshadowed every single one of them.

“What I mean is, there’s a proper way to ask for a favor. Don’t tell me you plan to kill my accompanying female insect and then kidnap me to use as a tool to remove imprints?” The female insect’s face paled, and she quickly shook her head in denial: “You misunderstood…” He Yue didn’t respond, but gave a faint smile and loaded the gun with a click.

“I said, there’s a proper way to ask for a favor.”

The bullet shot out of the gun’s muzzle with a flash of light, hitting the female insect directly in the kneecap. The female insect cried out in pain, her knee buckling. She bent over, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, cold sweat dripping from her face.

“You’re standing too tall. I don’t like looking up at people when I talk.”

He Yue lowered his head, looking at her like a superior. That look was no different from looking at trash.

“I hate anything that escapes my control. As long as it bears my mark, it’s mine. Also, let me teach you something new…” The gun spun a few times between He Yue’s fingers, and he reloaded it.

With a bang, another bullet hit the female insect’s other kneecap, forcing her to kneel on both knees. The gunshot wound hit the ground, causing her to grimace in pain.

He Yue smiled with satisfaction, letting the gun slip from his index finger and fall heavily to the ground.

“This is the proper way to ask for a favor.”

He Yue didn’t need pheromones at all; his aura was enough to make the other female insects’ legs weak.

His appearance was far from rugged and fierce. With his wet, long hair, he even leaned more towards the beautiful side. He always spoke terrifying words with elegance and composure, acting like an executioner with gentlemanly manners.

Do not challenge the host’s absolute desire for control.

The system silently noted this down in its “little notebook.”

Footsteps echoed in the empty nurturing chamber, the crisp and powerful sound of military boots on the floor continuing until they stopped in front of He Yue.

The newcomer stood tall and straight, a well-tailored military uniform making him look formal and serious. His gaze was cold and sharp, like someone who had fought countless battles and remained unfazed by anything.

He placed one hand on his left chest, giving a standard imperial military salute, his tone polite yet distant: “Greetings, dear Male Insect He Yue. I am Colonel Koeyle from Area A. May I have a moment of your time?” He Yue looked up and saw the system prompt above his head.

[Koeyle Smith, Koeyle, 0%]