Chapter 26: Louder, Please
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The lounge’s glass windows weren’t soundproof. Even when tightly closed, the training chants of the new recruits on the open-air training ground outside could still be heard. Their rhythmic calls started from afar, drew closer, then faded away again.
But the scene inside the lounge was completely different.
The colonel in charge of Area A’s new recruits was fully dressed from the waist up, his shirt meticulously buttoned to the top, his black tie neatly tied. A loose chain passed through a circular metal buckle around his neck, the other end pressed under a leather boot.
The bamboo node that had been in his jacket pocket was now broken in two on the floor, the once-valuable treasure discarded. In its place was a two-finger-wide carved piece, its clear patterns mimicking meridians, a black wire connected to a wall socket, electrifying it.
The motor and current pulsed in a specific pattern, intensifying whenever it touched his imprint point, sending his arousal soaring to its peak. No amount of willpower could control the surging pleasure, which would then abruptly cease at the very climax, sending him crashing down. Just as he struggled to regain his composure, it would start again.
The first time, Koeyle whimpered, his back arching as he leaned forward, feeling as if he were being choked.
The second time, his bare knees shifted despite the stinging pain, his kneeling posture no longer standard, a muffled moan escaping his lips, violating He Yue’s command for silence.
He Yue sat leisurely in the single chair, legs crossed, curiously observing the new recruits on the training ground through the glass window, repeatedly making mistakes and being scolded. He heard the sounds beside him and looked down.
“Colonel, I told you, be quiet.”
Koeyle, tormented by the device’s peculiar pattern, couldn’t suppress the sounds. His teeth had already broken his lip, yet a breathy moan still escaped.
He Yue, of course, knew he couldn’t stop the sounds. He took out a prepared crystal ball and placed it in Koeyle’s mouth.
“Helping you out, don’t make a sound.” He Yue patted his head, a seductive smile playing on his lips. “Isn’t this the punishment you’ve been dreaming of? It’s just the beginning, don’t be impatient.”
The crystal ball pressed against Koeyle’s cheeks, leaving an indent, held in place between his teeth. All sounds were trapped in his throat, even swallowing his own saliva was difficult.
Sweat, tears from the motor and current’s stimulation, and saliva dripping from the crystal ball pressed against his teeth, flowed down his face. Some dripped directly onto the floor, some onto his meticulously maintained uniform jacket.
The third time, the fourth time…
After an unknown amount of time, the colonel finally lost the strength to straighten up, his arms, pinned behind him, unable to support him. He could only lean forward, his cheek pressed against the floor. The black wire pointed towards the ceiling, and a glistening fluid leaked from beside it, dripping stickily onto the floor.
The position he had been forced into last time by He Yue’s foot on his neck, he now had to assume himself.
Koeyle’s face was close to the leather boot, the pungent smell of fresh shoe polish assaulting his nose. He felt as if He Yue’s foot was still on him, the invisible pressure weighing down on him, forcing him to prostrate himself.
He Yue looked down, picked up the silver chain by his foot, and yanked it hard.
“Ugh… uh… cough!”
The loose chain suddenly tightened, the momentary suffocation making Koeyle dizzy. He was forced to raise his head, struggling to breathe, gasping for air.
“Colonel, look at me. Is this what you want?”
Koeyle couldn’t speak. The feeling of suffocation made his head feel like it was about to explode, his eyes quickly turning bloodshot. The consequence of being tormented by the motor and current was that all his senses were amplified many times over, all pain strangely linked to pleasure, fueling the frustrating emptiness that couldn’t be released.
Now, he had no other thoughts besides wanting to expel that tormenting emptiness. Anything was fine, hitting, slapping, stepping on…
Anything was fine, he just wanted the final push to the peak.
All his senses must be malfunctioning. Koeyle felt like he was going insane.
He Yue loosened the chain slightly, giving him some room to breathe, preventing him from actually passing out.
The dizziness subsided, and Koeyle’s vision cleared. The blurry figure before him sharpened into a clear face.
The silver chain was wrapped around He Yue’s hand twice, like a fine accessory, perfectly complementing his slender fingers. His slightly raised chin, his contemptuous and playful gaze as if looking at a dog, his deep amber eyes fixed on him, lively and beautiful.
Koeyle was lost in his gaze.
He Yue slapped him across the face, bringing him back to his senses.
“Still spacing out?”
He hadn’t held back his strength at all; Koeyle could even feel the shape of the crystal ball against his palm. He was forced to turn his head, a red mark quickly appearing on his face.
“Five days, four slaps left.”
When He Yue raised his hand, Koeyle instinctively closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, offering his cheek. He Yue chuckled, his voice light. “Are you looking forward to it that much, being so proactive?”
Koeyle blinked, instinctively shaking his head, then immediately nodding.
“Alright, alright, I know, the colonel is a slut.”
As soon as he finished speaking, He Yue’s hand came down without warning. Then, without giving him a chance to breathe, the remaining three slaps landed on his face.
Blood trickled from the corner of Koeyle’s mouth, likely from being cut by the crystal ball and his teeth. The blood mixed with saliva, dripping onto the floor.
Pain spread across his face, far more bearable than the specialized device, even stimulating his nerves. He was almost driven mad by it, his arousal nearing its peak.
The pain on his face made him crave something else, anything, He Yue’s palm, his boot, or anything his Master could use on him…
The consequence of his mind being completely occupied by primal instincts was that he couldn’t think of anything else.
Including his ridiculous pride and his initial purpose.
Finally, the speechless colonel revealed a pitiful, pleading look, begging He Yue for more.
He Yue, seeing his wanton appearance, felt immense pleasure. He was thinking of new methods when his virtual optical device on his wrist blinked and beeped a few times. He answered the unfamiliar call. “Who is this?”
Hearing his voice, the other end immediately responded with a cheerful tone: “Master! Is that you? It’s Wien, I found your contact information!”
He Yue seemed to be infected by the voice, a happy expression appearing on his face.
The lounge was quiet, and Koeyle, close to He Yue, heard the faint sound from the optical device.
Wien…
He bit down harder on the crystal ball, a suggestive moan escaping his throat.
He Yue, attracted by the sound, looked down at the childish colonel, clearly jealous. He leaned closer and unclasped the pearl chain behind Koeyle’s head, letting the crystal ball fall to the ground, rolling a few times. He then held his wrist to Koeyle’s mouth, even turning on the speakerphone.
“You like calling me Master, don’t you? Come on, louder.”
