Master of Masters 28

Chapter 28: I Want To… For You [Koeyle, 33%]…

Koeyle gazed at He Yue’s face, patiently awaiting his reply. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, tugging slightly at the thin chain around his neck.

His feelings were strange, like a thick fog, wanting to explore, yet only seeing through a haze.

From the first day he met He Yue, the latter had repeatedly emphasized this point—even if he was the only female colonel, he was nothing special to He Yue. The status and glory he was so proud of couldn’t give He Yue what he wanted.

Now, he didn’t know what He Yue wanted. From beginning to end, he hadn’t found his own value in He Yue’s eyes.

He wanted to find his unique value.

Different from Wien, the accompanying female insect, and even different from all the other female insects He Yue spoke of.

Koeyle remained silent, his eyes dimming, not knowing where to look, lost and inevitably tormented by the still-running motor and current behind him, making soft sounds, experiencing both physical and mental anguish.

Like a lost and pitiful little dog.

“Koeyle, tell me, what are you thinking right now?” He Yue’s voice softened considerably, the gentle inquiry devoid of any aggression, softly yet firmly knocking on the lost soul’s heart.

Koeyle looked at him, forcing himself to suppress the indescribable moans, steadying his voice slightly. “I’m thinking, how can I be useful to you?”

He Yue slightly loosened his grip on the silver chain, the coldness in his eyes replaced by a hint of warmth. He nudged Koeyle’s sensitive area with the tip of his boot, eliciting a soft moan.

“You’re suffering, aren’t you? But what you’re thinking about is how to satisfy me.”

The fog seemed to dissipate considerably, the emotions hidden beneath the thick clouds becoming clearer.

Koeyle’s gaze remained fixed on the male insect before him, his voice firm. “Yes, I’m thinking about you.”

He Yue leaned forward slightly, putting more pressure on his toe. His eyes, fixed on Koeyle, were gentle and captivating, the gaze more of a reward than the pressure from his toe.

“Although the colonel’s slowness surprises me, we still have plenty of time.” His slender fingertip lightly tapped the bell, producing a clear, pleasant sound. “I’m somewhat satisfied with your answer. That’s enough for today.”

He ignored Koeyle’s disappointed look, reaching out to pinch the bells, silencing them. “Consider this a reward. Cum, Colonel.”

Koeyle’s gaze shifted from He Yue’s polished leather boots to his long, straight legs encased in pants, then rested on his lower abdomen.

“Wait!”

The silver needle was pulled out halfway, the suspended sensation almost making Koeyle lose control completely. He used an unusually strong willpower to maintain his consciousness. “Master… if this is a reward, can I, exchange it for something… ah!”

Before he could finish, He Yue leaned closer. His smile vanished, his eyes narrowing slightly, like a hunter fixated on its prey, exuding danger. “You dare to bargain with the reward I give you?”

“…I’m sorry.”

He Yue pondered for a moment, intrigued by Koeyle’s proposal. His extensive experience told him that the insect before him had definitely reached his physical limit, especially for someone relatively inexperienced.

He was curious what kind of proposal could be more important than releasing the long-pent-up desire.

“Tell me, and I’ll decide whether to agree or not.”

Koeyle took a deep breath, trying to calm his physical and mental excitement, but his voice still trembled. “I want to… for Master…”

[Koeyle, 33%.]

The room fell silent for a few seconds, only the sound of heavy breathing and occasional gasps, and one calm breath.

He Yue raised an eyebrow in surprise, his voice laced with disbelief. “Like the first day we met?”

“Yes.”

His expression softened, and he tilted his head, asking, “Do you think this is more important than being allowed to cum now?”

Koeyle’s hands, still behind his back, were now clenched tightly into fists. “Yes, more important.” His ears were red. “After that time, until now, Master hasn’t once…”

He paused, his voice trembling violently. “Every time, it’s only me, only I’m… while you haven’t…”

As if having made some kind of resolution, Koeyle’s voice became firmer. “So, please allow me to… for you.”

He Yue smiled, a bright, captivating smile that stunned the person before him. He completely released his grip on the silver chain and patted his leg. “Come here.”

The pleasure of conquest was nothing more than this. He Yue was truly surprised.

Koeyle shifted his knees with difficulty, the long-immobile joints aching intensely. He gritted his teeth and dragged himself forward a few steps.

His hands were still tied behind his back, so he could only lean forward and bite He Yue’s clothes with his teeth.

He was still clumsy. Last time was the first time, this time the second. He hadn’t actually practiced as he had boasted earlier, so he was still unskilled.

However, his mindset was completely different.

If last time had been pure pain, then this time, pain wasn’t even a factor. With his tongue pressed against his teeth, feeling the pulsing beneath, he leaned forward with all his might, trying to get closer to He Yue.

His throat still burned and ached, making him dizzy. But he didn’t feel pain. Even the constantly running motor and the tinkling of the bell weren’t as unbearable.

He was careful, and he tried his best.

After a moment of dizziness, Koeyle’s vision cleared.

There was still a small distance between them, and he looked up at He Yue, who was close at hand.

It was an expression he had rarely seen before.

His beautiful eyes were slightly hazy, his eyelids and cheeks flushed against his pale skin, exuding a seductive charm. His eyebrows occasionally furrowed as he swallowed, his eyes momentarily losing focus. His breathing became more rapid, his chest rising and falling more noticeably. His slender hand gripped the sofa, leaving a slight indentation.

His palm was still red, faint marks from the silver chain visible.

And thus, when that hand cupped Koeyle’s face, it felt slightly warm.

“Colonel Koeyle…”

His voice was still gentle, but completely different from before, now laced with lust. Koeyle’s heart throbbed violently, ignoring the soreness in his jaw.

Those hazy eyes flickered, his lips parting slightly as he murmured softly:

“Don’t get distracted, try harder…”

The same words as last time, but completely different.

Koeyle felt that now, even in this aspect, he was completely hooked. He ignored the aching in his jaw, the strain on his body, and desperately swallowed the remaining distance.