Master of Masters 40

Chapter 40: Slap [Wien, 60%]

The table was laden with steaming hot dishes, stretching from one end to the other, a luxurious spread far too much for two people to finish. He Yue counted the dishes, recognizing familiar home-style dishes from various cuisines he remembered.

If he remembered correctly, there was even a replica of the dish Koeyle had cooked last time.

He wondered, hadn’t Wien seemed unfamiliar with these dishes the first time he was invited over for dinner?

Wien served the last bowl of soup, his apron still on, and was about to kneel at He Yue’s feet.

He Yue pulled out a chair and gestured. “Sit, let’s chat.” He figured Wien, with his large build, would be the main force in tackling this table of food. If he had to serve him every bite, he would be exhausted.

“Where did you learn all this?” He Yue took a bite and nodded approvingly.

“I practiced gradually.” Wien’s grip on the chopsticks was clumsy, clearly not someone who often sat down for proper meals. “Mastering a skill is always useful.”

He didn’t mention a word about his motivation for learning to cook.

He Yue leaned closer, correcting Wien’s grip on the chopsticks, and chuckled. “Really not because of me?” He saw Wien’s ears turning pink and sighed dramatically. “If it’s not because of me, I’ll be sad.”

Wien dropped his chopsticks in fright, genuinely thinking He Yue was angry. He stopped eating and started coaxing him. “It’s because of you, because I saw the colonel cooking for Master last time, that’s why I decided to learn.”

Seeing He Yue’s silence, he stood up and squatted beside him.

“It really is because of Master that I learned.” He nuzzled He Yue’s knee with his face, his hands holding onto his calf. “Master, don’t be angry, little dog was wrong.” Wien had never experienced this before; his very life and existence were engraved with He Yue’s name, and he would gladly offer everything for his Master’s amusement.

The act of rubbing his face against He Yue’s knee was a clear sign of appeasement, and He Yue’s heart softened. He ruffled Wien’s fluffy hair.

“Will you dare to lie to me again?”

“No, never again.”

Wien had learned his lesson. Although it wasn’t a physical punishment, it was more frightening than any bloody wound, completely dispelling any thoughts of hiding anything.

The large man huddled at his feet looked somewhat comical, contentedly leaning against He Yue’s knee, his face squished against it.

Wien’s hair was dark brown, turning golden brown under the light. For some reason, He Yue was reminded of the oversized brown teddy bear he used to keep on his bed in the human world.

He chuckled and patted Wien’s head, saying, “Mr. Bear.”

Wien looked up, slightly confused, his chin resting on He Yue’s knee. He was almost lost in He Yue’s gentle, bright smile, nodding in agreement with the nickname.

Most of the food on the table went into Wien’s stomach, but he still couldn’t finish it all. Wien carefully observed He Yue’s micro-expressions as he tasted each dish, silently giving each one a score in his mind.

He Yue nodded when he ate this dish.

He frowned when he drank that soup.

…

Seeing Wien anxiously watching his every bite, He Yue chuckled and said, “Everything is delicious.”

He wouldn’t dismiss any sincere effort, nor would he hesitate to offer praise and rewards.

“I really like Wien’s cooking, truly.”

It was precisely because of this that whether he was a painter or animal trainer in the human world, or conquering other female insects in the insect world, the people or insects around him always devoted themselves wholeheartedly, almost obsessively.

After dinner, He Yue sent a message to Koeyle, who was at the training base, but didn’t receive a reply for a long time.

He glanced at the clock, puzzled, seeing that the hour hand had already reached nine. It was very late, and the wind and snow outside showed no signs of stopping.

Training so diligently without rest, wouldn’t something go wrong?

He Yue thought for a moment, then sent a few more messages reminding him to rest.

A female insect’s physique couldn’t be judged by human standards, especially Colonel Koeyle, who was facing the nuclear hole crisis.

He Yue chose to trust him.

With only a few weeks left of the three-month period, the relief sculpture on the studio wall was only starting to take shape. He Yue had been lacking inspiration, and the paints for the sculpture remained unopened.

The studio was filled with various tools, leaving less and less space for painting. He had previously discussed a design with the mysterious craftsman from Castle and personally built a large cage, which was now placed in a corner of the studio, unused.

As He Yue put it, the studio now resembled a torture chamber more than a studio. Painting in this environment, with the light reflecting off the various metal tools and onto the canvas, created a strange atmosphere.

At night, the sound of wind and snow hitting the windows was erratic, like the end of the world. The studio door creaked open slightly, the sudden sound attracting He Yue’s attention.

He was sitting on the tall wooden frame, turning to see the slightly open door.

Perhaps noticing him turn around, the door began to close again.

“Come back, Wien!” He Yue called out.

The studio door opened a bit wider, a fluffy head poking in. Wien looked around curiously, his gaze lingering on the various objects before retracting.

Were these things used on the body?

Wien swallowed nervously, tightening his grip on the doorknob.

Despite his nervousness, he felt more excitement.

“Wien, come here.”

Wien, having received permission, entered the studio without hesitation, closing the door behind him. Although they were the only two in the villa now, the feeling inside and outside the studio was completely different. With the door closed, this was another world.

The bone whip on the wall opposite He Yue was the most eye-catching object in the room. Its spikes were the sharpest, each as long as a finger.

Wien’s gaze was fixed on the bone whip. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like, imagining that one lash could rip off a chunk of flesh, taking half his life with it.

“What are you looking at? Come here quickly.”

Wien ran to the wooden frame, looking up at He Yue, who was holding a paintbrush in one hand, the other braced against the frame.

“Are you afraid of that thing?” He Yue pointed at the bone whip.

Wien nodded honestly.

“What if I said I’m going to use it on you now?”

Wien instinctively bit his lip, glancing at the terrifying weapon again, and said, “If Master wants to, I’m willing.” He Yue hadn’t used anything on him yet, so everything would be a new experience.

He Yue sat high above, blocking the light from above Wien. His cunning gaze resembled that of a deceitful wolf. “Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Wien stood on tiptoe, his nose level with the surface of the meter-tall wooden frame. He asked seriously, “Would Master kill his accompanying female insect?”

His eyes were bright, filled with He Yue’s reflection.

He Yue didn’t know if he was intentionally acting vulnerable, but the way he leaned against the wooden frame, looking up cautiously and asking if his Master was really going to kill him, truly resembled a pitiful little dog.

“What do you think?” He Yue teased, his answer ambiguous.

The little dog was sad, the little dog was heartbroken, but the little dog still loved his Master loyally.

So, although Wien lowered his hand from the wooden frame, his downcast gaze unable to hide his dejection, he still said sincerely, “I’m not afraid of dying, even if Master plays with me to death.”

He clearly didn’t have a tail, but He Yue could almost see a golden puppy tail wagging happily behind him.

How could someone be so dog-like?

“I’m just teasing you, I wouldn’t bear to.”

As soon as he finished speaking, He Yue saw the light in Wien’s eyes brighten.

“Really?”

“Of course, aren’t you my only accompanying female insect?”

The invisible puppy tail seemed to wag even more happily.

He Yue moved to the edge of the wooden frame and extended his hand towards Wien.

“Carry me down.”

The sturdy wooden frame swayed slightly as He Yue jumped down, landing securely in Wien’s arms. He sat on Wien’s firm arm, his bent legs resting against his soft chest, leaving a slight indentation.

He Yue leaned closer and noticed that Wien was wearing a tight-fitting turtleneck sweater, his muscles clearly defined, especially his pectoral muscles, the contours and bulges visible.

It was obviously intentional. Wien had been wearing a white shirt and his full major’s uniform while cooking in the kitchen earlier.

Just hearing He Yue express his preference once, Wien had taken it to heart, trying his best to showcase his unique advantages, just like Koeyle always flaunted his colonel’s epaulettes.

He Yue leaned in and wrapped his arms around Wien’s neck, resting his chin on his fluffy hair.

His two little dogs were truly skilled at seducing their Master.

“Wien, I’m lacking inspiration for painting, what should I do?”

“Wha, what should I do?”

Wien’s arm supported He Yue, his face buried in his chest. The faint floral scent of He Yue’s neck filled his nostrils, strands of hair occasionally brushing against his ear. Just being held like this made his mind hazy, his reply somewhat foolish.

He was so endearingly silly that He Yue couldn’t help but tease him.

“Let’s play a game, little dog?”

He Yue cupped his chin in his hands, this angle allowing him to look down at Wien.

“Okay, let’s play.”

Wien’s eyes quickly scanned the studio. He had only experienced Master’s rope art once at the auction and hadn’t touched any other tools.

Those leather, metal, or hemp rope items, whether he knew their purpose or not, filled him with anticipation.

…

The wind and snow outside were loud, snow occasionally hitting the windows with a clatter.

The studio wasn’t quiet either, the amplified panting coming from a female insect lying half-naked on the floor. Thin leather straps bound his body, leaving little slack, making every muscle stand out even more prominently, especially his chest.

Everything in the studio was a novel experience for Wien, and he was so tense that his entire body was rigid, each muscle like a hard rock. The feeling of his skin chafing against the tight leather wasn’t pleasant, and it quickly left bleeding marks.

“Relax.”

He Yue had also changed into more formal clothes, the straps of his shirt crisscrossing his shoulders and abdomen, ensuring that his shirt wouldn’t ride up even when he raised his hands.

He gently stroked Wien’s skin, pressing on each tense muscle.

Wien’s muscles softened under his touch, his nerves relaxing under the soothing words and touch.

A prey with its guard down was the easiest to hunt. He Yue raised his hand and slapped Wien’s chest.

“Ugh… ah! Master…”

He Yue’s slap wasn’t light, and the firm, supple muscle quivered under his palm, a red handprint appearing. The tight pectoral muscle seemed to shift slightly, the chafing mark and the burning handprint adding vibrant color to his light wheat-colored skin.

Then, again and again, He Yue’s hand rose and fell, the pauses between each strike varying in length. With each forceful slap, the soft, warm muscle yielded, then sprang back under his hand.

He Yue had never seen such a well-trained physique at Castle, nor had he ever slapped such soft, supple pectoral muscles.

The thought that this little dog had worked out at the gym to please him made him even more fond of him.

“Mas, Master…”

Even during his first time in the studio with He Yue, Wien wouldn’t have pleaded for mercy. He could only moan from the stimulating pain, his hands tied behind his back, unable to even shield himself.

“Why are you flinching?” He Yue asked, his slap even harder than before. “Who did you train this for?”

A civilian major, with a job related to pharmaceuticals and medicine, there was no rule requiring Wien to train himself to this extent. He had done it solely to create a unique value for himself, to gain He Yue’s attention.

“For, for you… for Master… ah!” Wien’s moans intensified, the side of his chest He Yue was slapping visibly more swollen than the other. The muscle was red and swollen, each strike sending a jolt of electricity through him, almost making him lose control.

He Yue straddled him, moving closer.

While Wien was distracted, He Yue slapped his other pectoral muscle.

With each strike, He Yue’s hair swayed, the soft touch against Wien’s skin both soothing and arousing.

Wien’s skin temperature rose, the color changing from light wheat to light red, then to a deep, blood-stained red. His breathing became more rapid, his chest heaving, the restrained muscles throbbing, a feast for the eyes.

“Master…”

Wien was completely aroused, his erection straining against his clothes.

“Don’t move, lie still.”

He Yue stood up and stepped on him.

“Ahh…! Master…”

The pattern on the sole of his shoe was uneven, the pressure even more pronounced on the swollen, injured flesh. The feeling under his foot was still soft and yielding, like stepping on cotton. He Yue could press the bulging muscles flat, leaving distinct marks when he lifted his foot.

This stimulation wasn’t just physical, but also visual and mental.

The strong little dog was being stepped on by his Master, his reddened, swollen chest pressed beneath his foot, the Master looking down at him, and the little dog could only crane his neck to look up at his Master’s face.

Pain was the dominant sensation, but not the only thought. Besides that, there was control, submission, attachment…

He Yue stepped on his other pectoral muscle, dragging his foot across it mischievously.

The little dog beneath him cried out, tears instantly welling up in his eyes. The pattern on the shoe sole repeatedly ground against his sensitive area, his cries and struggles never ceasing.

Wien didn’t dare to plead for mercy, but he was truly afraid of this unfamiliar pain. The pain, coupled with the electric jolts of pleasure, was both intoxicating and terrifying. He felt his consciousness slipping away, his arousal throbbing uncontrollably, trying to respond to He Yue’s every move.

“Master… little dog, is about to cum…”

“You won’t break. This kind of injury will be gone tomorrow.” He Yue said softly, his foot showing no mercy.

Wien was no stranger to pain. If it were just pain, it wouldn’t be worth mentioning. But this wasn’t just pain; the warm, electric sensations were completely unfamiliar, spreading from his chest throughout his entire body.

This unfamiliar feeling made his senses reel, the loss of control frightening him. He felt every part of his body reacting independently to He Yue’s actions, beyond his conscious control.

His sensory and control systems were truly malfunctioning.

In this sense, he was completely inexperienced.

“Yes, Master…”

Even now, Wien didn’t dare to plead for mercy. His conflicting emotions tormented him, his brow furrowed, tears silently sliding down his cheeks.

He Yue raised an eyebrow, his extensive experience giving him a clear understanding of complete novices. He knew how to dispel this fear, and of course…

He also knew how to exploit it.

“Why are you flinching?!” He Yue’s voice was stern and cold, making Wien tremble. He pressed down harder with his foot, flattening the bulging muscle.

His voice seemed to confirm Wien’s fears, that he had somehow ruined the hard-won opportunity with his poor performance, failing to satisfy He Yue. The thought of pleading vanished, and Wien didn’t even dare to dwell on his fear of the unfamiliar sensations.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, little dog knows his mistake, I won’t flinch anymore…”

He Yue stepped on him. “Think carefully, who made the promise before me, and how did I respond? Is your memory that bad, forgetting what you just said?”

Wien shuddered, the memory echoing in his mind as if it had just been spoken.

Even if Master plays with me to death.

You’re my accompanying female insect, I wouldn’t bear to.

His fear shattered completely, and Wien felt ashamed of his flinching and hesitation.

He should have trusted He Yue completely, believed that his Master wouldn’t truly kill him.

Or, he should have fully committed to his own words, even if it meant dying in He Yue’s hands.

At this moment, Wien truly, completely, submitted to his Master.

[Wien, 60%.]

The little dog’s gaze, following his Master’s boot, turned into complete adoration, the change in his mindset transforming the feeling of forced restraint into complete relaxation. He could take more, and his responses became more intense.

Thus, his words, originally meant as a plea, changed completely.

“Master… please, Master, ruin your little dog.”

He Yue chuckled, pleased with the little dog’s progress. He showed no mercy, continuing to play with the well-trained physique, enjoying himself.

He didn’t use any methods to control Wien’s orgasm, instead generously letting him cum.

Wien’s mind went blank, his body limp on the floor, occasionally twitching from the lingering sensations.

He Yue blocked the light from above, straddled him again, and untied the leather straps. He snapped his fingers in front of Wien’s eyes, bringing his unfocused gaze back.

He squeezed some cool ointment into his palm and applied it to Wien’s chest without warning.

Wien groaned, his subsided arousal surging again.

“Calm down, little doggy, it’s just ointment.”

“Master, this will heal tomorrow…”

He Yue chuckled. “Then I’ll slap you again tomorrow.”

Wien immediately fell silent, his lips pressed together, suppressing all sounds.

He Yue tended to his toy, teasing him with a smile. “How innocent is my doggy? So grown up, yet never masturbated before?”

Wien’s ears burned, and he shook his head. “Sometimes I soil the blankets when I wake up in the morning, but…” He looked at He Yue and said seriously, “I have an accompanying male insect, I can’t touch myself. This is my creed, my everything, all my first times, should belong to you.”

He Yue’s hand paused as he applied the ointment.

The genetic imprint wasn’t just what He Yue had understood before; it had a deeper, more profound meaning.

“No wonder,” He Yue applied a thick layer of the transparent gel to the red and swollen wounds. “My doggy doesn’t even know what an orgasm is, so scared he flinches, thinking he’s about to die.”

These words made Wien even more ashamed, and he wished he could disappear into a hole in the ground, or bury himself in a snowdrift outside.

“From now on, trust me more, doggy.”

“Master… I’m sorry…”

He Yue wiped the remaining ointment from his hand and leaned forward, gently patting Wien’s head.

“I will make you feel more pleasure, and I will never let you die.”

“Master, even if I die…”

“I promise you.”

He Yue interrupted him, his smile gentle yet firm.

“You are my accompanying female insect. From the moment we were born into this world, our genes are bound together. This is fate, Wien.”

“Master, I understand.”

He Yue reiterated Wien’s unwavering belief in their bond and the genetic imprint, instilling a deep sense of security within him.

He Yue’s palm was still slightly warm, and Wien, now untied, carefully held it in his own, gently blowing on it.

“Doggy, continue to protect me.”