Chapter 46: You May Kiss [Koeyle, 85%]
The steel wool scraped away the stubborn mud from the metal chain, erasing the inscription along with the grime. The metal beneath was revealed, gleaming under the lamplight.
He Yue held the steel wool, patiently scrubbing away the mud, a single magnifying glass strapped to his head, covering one eye. Combined with his delicate features and sharp jawline, he looked like a craftsman meticulously working on his tools.
The scraped-off debris scattered, the dust motes dancing in the light, creating a dreamlike effect.
“Shh, quiet,” He Yue placed his index finger on his lips, his calm gaze shifting from the metal chain in his hand to the little dog at his feet. “Half an hour at most, almost done.”
The occasional jingle of a bell, along with heavy panting and suppressed whimpers, came from his feet.
Koeyle had been at He Yue’s feet for almost an hour, watching as he wore disposable gloves, his slender, nimble fingers working on the broken chain, slowly restoring its shine.
However, the colonel’s erection, long neglected due to training and the nuclear hole mission, was being taken care of by a special device.
It was three fingers wide, its size and frequency completely unfamiliar.
Thick, transparent pre-cum dripped down, forming strings, his senses overwhelmed.
He Yue had warned him not to make any noise that would disturb his work on the chain, but hadn’t offered the mercy of a crystal ball. Thus, he could only bite his lip, forcing himself to breathe slowly.
Thankfully, He Yue had mercifully plugged him with a silver needle attached to a bell, preventing him from cumming uncontrollably.
Every jingle of the bell made Koeyle tense up. He didn’t dare to move, not even a twitch. If He Yue used the number of bell rings to determine his punishment, he felt he would be done for today.
He Yue, sitting at the workbench, was calm and focused, meticulously repairing the metal collar that had been almost completely destroyed in the nuclear hole. And the little dog kneeling at his feet was almost at his limit, on the verge of losing control.
Koeyle forced himself to focus on He Yue’s hands, watching his slender fingers work the steel wool, then use a dropper to apply a special cleaning solution, washing away the bloodstains.
His Master’s hands were like works of art, the delicate skin almost glowing under the bright lamplight, his fingers moving between the links of the chain like a beautiful performance.
In Koeyle’s eyes, every part of He Yue was a treasure to be admired.
“Hiss…”
Koeyle, captivated, was brought back to reality by the feeling of his erection slipping out. He tried to push it back in, but his movement made the bell jingle. The sound, like a chain reaction, triggered a muffled moan from him.
This, in turn, distracted He Yue.
He Yue looked down at him, wiping the chain and his fingers clean with a wet wipe, then turned around. He rested his elbow on his knee, his hand supporting his cheek.
“Colonel, you’ve regressed.”
He held a digital timer, its display showing “0,” in front of Koeyle’s face.
“It’s been too long… since I’ve used it…” Koeyle tried to keep his voice steady, but a low moan still escaped.
He Yue sighed softly, feigning disappointment.
“But I don’t like my little dog being too tight…” He frowned slightly, as if facing a difficult problem, his expression a mix of displeasure and dejection.
Koeyle froze, taking a while to understand He Yue’s words. The mere thought of his Master made his body burn even hotter.
“Little dog will… will try to loosen up later, definitely, definitely make Master, very comfortable.”
Just saying these words heightened his senses. The rotating object inside him no longer felt cold and lifeless, a mere tool mechanically following its program. It was imbued with a burning heat from Koeyle’s imagination, stirred by He Yue’s words.
It truly felt like Master’s possession now.
He Yue scratched Koeyle’s chin, like teasing a pet. “The colonel better work hard, I’m much rougher than this.”
“Yes…” Koeyle swallowed, the seemingly threatening words not at all intimidating, only making him feel more nervous and excited.
The bell jingled even more frequently, like wind chimes in the breeze, incessant. He Yue’s words made it even more difficult for Koeyle to control himself, his arousal intensifying. He couldn’t stop thinking about his Master, and his pre-cum flowed even more freely.
He Yue’s optical device lit up. He opened it and saw a message from Wien.
This guy really did send him messages every day, not the mundane “good morning” or “good night,” but news about interesting things happening at the research institute. Each message was different, and he never sent too many, never becoming annoying.
Wien: [Master, the shape of this bacterial colony looks just like a little dog.]
In the photo, the dark green bacterial colony in the petri dish resembled a large dog.
He Yue chuckled and replied: [Like you.]
Wien instantly replied with an animated emoji – a large, docile-looking golden retriever, holding its food bowl in its mouth, wagging its tail frantically.
This emoji perfectly captured He Yue’s impression of Wien.
Wien, even when leaving, only bid farewell with a clumsy message. When He Yue and Koeyle, who had mostly recovered, returned to the house, they were greeted by a table of steaming hot food, and a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry.
He Yue saw a strand of dark brown hair by the living room window and only shook his head.
For Wien, this separation must have been incredibly painful.
He Yue picked up the repaired chain from the table, holding it in his hand.
There wasn’t a single speck of mud on it, its golden surface gleaming. Some parts had been polished even smoother, the inscription erased, no trace remaining.
He Yue could have asked the craftsman to make a new one, but he didn’t. The secondary nuclear hole in Area A, the broken bone whip in the basement, all these memories were now attached to this metal collar.
He fastened the collar around Koeyle’s neck.
It had originally been detachable, even loose on Koeyle’s neck. Now, with the damaged parts removed, it fit snugly against his skin, leaving almost no gap, not even a finger could fit between.
Thus, its presence was even more pronounced, a slight feeling of constriction around his throat.
He Yue adjusted its position slightly, making it rest against Koeyle’s Adam’s apple, applying a slight pressure.
“Cough… cough…” Koeyle coughed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, trying to loosen the collar.
He Yue raised an eyebrow, deliberately saying, “If it’s too tight, take it…”
His teasing words were met with strong resistance. Koeyle shook his head desperately. “I want it, leave it with me… please, Master…”
The tightened collar wasn’t just physically constricting, but a deeper restraint imposed by He Yue. Koeyle considered it a stronger bond, treasuring it even more than before.
“Let’s test its effectiveness.”
He Yue attached the thin metal leash to the repaired collar, holding the other end in his hand.
“Follow me, Colonel.”
Koeyle’s knees, having knelt at He Yue’s feet for so long, ached with every movement. His gaze was fixed on He Yue’s feet, his eyes following the movement of his pants.
The jingling of the bell and the whirring of the device echoed through the villa.
“Colonel, don’t soil the floor with your pre-cum. Otherwise, I’ll make you lick it clean.”
He Yue’s gentle voice carried an undeniable authority, a stern command that made Koeyle’s groin tighten. He couldn’t control the flow of his pre-cum, but he couldn’t disobey his Master’s command either. The device inside him ground against his sensitive spot as he tensed, hitting his imprint point, which had never been nourished by pheromones and was incredibly dry.
Koeyle stopped, his knees buckling, and He Yue yanked on the leash, his chin hitting the floor.
“What’s wrong?”
He Yue stopped, knelt down, and pulled him up by the leash.
The now much tighter collar dug into Koeyle’s neck, almost choking him.
He Yue tilted his head, resting it on his arm, the leash still taut in his hand.
“Master… the pre-cum, it’s not… something I can control.”
He Yue showed no mercy, his thumb tracing Koeyle’s lips, a smile playing on his lips. “Then I’ll have to trouble the colonel to clean it up.”
He Yue seemed to be in a good mood now, not even angry or punitive despite Koeyle’s unavoidable disobedience. The colonel, adept at reading people, knew this was a good opportunity and didn’t utter a single word of plea.
“I… I will, thank you… for your forgiveness, Master.”
For the next few rounds, Koeyle rarely made any mistakes. He Yue led him to the bathroom, removed the device, and turned on the cold water, letting it wash over him.
The cold water made the bell jingle even more clearly. Koeyle’s clothes clung to his body, soaking him from head to toe, the bell finally quieting down.
He Yue turned off the water and leaned in, his hot breath against Koeyle’s ear.
“Doggy, from now on, until I fuck you, I won’t allow you to cum.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the previously silent bell jingled again, Koeyle’s body instantly reacting to He Yue’s teasing words.
He Yue placed the showerhead in his hand.
“If you can’t cool down, use cold water to help yourself.”
Koeyle nodded, swallowing hard, the bell jingling softly.
“I suggest you be prepared at all times, Colonel Koeyle. My mood is unpredictable.” He Yue patted his head. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“I won’t…” Koeyle steadied his voice, suppressing his trembling. “I won’t disappoint Master.”
The main nuclear hole had moved to the border between Area B and Area A, but besides its movement, it showed no other signs of activity.
There were no icy winds or blizzards emanating from it, the surrounding temperature wasn’t dropping, and no insects were being sucked inside. The secondary nuclear hole in Area A had seemingly depleted most of its energy, now appearing harmless, its energy fluctuations weak.
The weakened nuclear hole was easy to conquer. Calling it an expedition was an overstatement; it was more like cleaning up the remnants.
Many insects gathered outside the Wishing Fountain in the center of Area A. Koeyle, dressed in his colonel’s uniform, stood outside the fountain, holding a gold ring.
This was a customary ritual before any expedition into a nuclear hole. If the leading military female could toss the ring and land it perfectly on the horns of the dragon head at the fountain’s spout, it meant the expedition would be blessed by the gods.
Although just a superstitious ritual, it had become ingrained in the habits of all insects in Area A.
This time, the leader of the expedition was still the only female colonel in the entire insect race.
Koeyle placed the gold ring in He Yue’s hand, their palms touching. “Master, you do the honors.”
All eyes turned towards them.
Now, almost everyone knew that the great Colonel Koeyle had single-handedly destroyed the secondary nuclear hole despite his injuries, bringing hope to the entire insect race. And the great Master He Yue, possessing pheromone abilities even stronger than high-ranking male insects, had pulled the dying colonel back from the brink of death.
The insects looked at He Yue with envy, especially the female insects.
If it weren’t for the formidable Colonel Koeyle, He Yue would probably be receiving countless invitations from female insects.
He Yue examined the polished gold ring and shook his head with a smile. “You’re the one leading the expedition, Colonel, this blessing should fall upon you.”
He placed the ring on Koeyle’s wrist, leaning closer and whispering in his ear, so only he could hear, “Aim well, doggy, Master is watching.”
Koeyle pursed his lips, his ears reddening slightly. With so many eyes on him, flirting with his Master so openly, he felt both shy and excited.
He coughed softly, feigning composure as he gripped the ring, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart, and aimed at the stone dragon head in the fountain.
Water spouted from the dragon’s mouth, forming graceful arcs before falling back into the pool. The spray created a dreamlike mist, the tiles at the bottom of the pool reflecting the sunlight.
The tossed ring hit the dragon’s protruding mouth, then fell into the pool, splashing water.
The onlookers sighed in disappointment.
This special ritual was performed before every nuclear hole expedition, but successfully landing the ring was rare. The water flow could alter the ring’s trajectory, and landing it on both horns of the dragon head required both skill and control.
Koeyle didn’t mind, sighing nonchalantly.
In all these years, he had never successfully landed the ring on the dragon head during his expeditions, yet he had always returned safely.
“It’s alright if I didn’t make it,” Koeyle chuckled. “It’s not dangerous this time, and I’m well-prepared.”
He Yue stared at the fountain for a moment, then tilted his head and smiled brightly.
“Colonel, fortune favors the bold.”
Before Koeyle could react, He Yue ran towards the fountain. He hadn’t even processed what was happening when he saw He Yue place one hand on the edge of the fountain, swing his leg over the side, and step inside.
Even walking between the two streams of water, He Yue was quickly drenched.
“Master!!”
He Yue ignored the shouts behind him, retrieved the gold ring from the knee-deep water, stood on tiptoe, and placed it perfectly on the dragon’s horns.
His long hair was soaked, his clothes clinging to his body, revealing his slender figure, especially the curve of his waist. Water droplets clung to his face, gathering and trickling down.
Koeyle also climbed into the fountain, took off his uniform jacket, and held it above their heads like a canopy.
As if sheltering together from the rain.
The thick colonel’s uniform was somewhat waterproof, the black fabric blocking the splashing water and the gazes of the insects behind them.
Even in this public space, they seemed to be in a private, enclosed world.
He Yue turned and looked at Koeyle, holding the jacket above them. He smiled, a gentle, serene smile, the rippling water of the fountain reflected in his eyes, as if capturing all the beauty within them.
“I hope my doggy returns safely.”
Koeyle couldn’t help but hear the sound of his own heart pounding, a strong, fiery love threatening to burst from his chest.
He felt his eyes burning, a stark contrast to the icy coldness of his face, chilled by the fountain water.
“Master…”
Koeyle’s voice trembled, a sob escaping his throat.
“If I return safely, can I…” He paused, trying to find more courage in his dry voice. “Can I kiss you?”
“Is that the wish you want to make?”
Koeyle had thought about it for a long time. He felt that kissing and making love were two different concepts. The former was about love, the latter perhaps just lust.
“No.” He Yue refused without hesitation, the unexpected answer surprising Koeyle.
Koeyle’s heart sank. “But… you said I could ask for a reward.”
He Yue turned, placing his hands on Koeyle’s shoulders, and looked up at him, his already soaked body now resembling a dejected puppy after being rejected, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
No, he needed his little dog to have more desire, more ambition, a deeper, inseparable attachment.
“How can the colonel waste such a good opportunity on such a wish?”
He Yue had his own agenda; he wouldn’t disrupt his conquest plan.
“You can kiss me now, but you’ll have to ask for a different reward after you return victorious.”
“…Wha, what?”
Koeyle, still dejected, was stunned by these words, staring blankly at his Master’s mischievous smile.
“You’re actually hesitating?”
“No! I just…”
He Yue covered his mouth.
“The colonel talks too much.”
The moment He Yue released him, Koeyle turned and kissed him.
He Yue’s lips were slightly cool and soft from the splashing water. His eyes were slightly open during the kiss, his eyelashes glistening with water droplets.
Koeyle couldn’t hold back any longer, one arm wrapping around He Yue’s waist, the other supporting the back of his head.
The colonel’s uniform, no longer held up by his hand, draped over their heads. Koeyle was taller, so he held the jacket slightly above them, creating a small, private space under it.
Koeyle deepened the kiss, clumsily and carefully exploring He Yue’s mouth with his tongue. When the tip of his tongue touched He Yue’s upper lip, the hand holding his waist trembled slightly.
This was an undeniable encouragement. Koeyle completely forgot about his own feelings, focusing entirely on licking and pleasing He Yue’s lips and teeth, his tongue occasionally darting out, his teeth gently nibbling.
The hands that had been resting on Koeyle’s shoulders now wrapped tightly around his neck. They moved closer, the contact between their tongues deepening.
He Yue’s body, chilled by the fountain water, gradually warmed up, his arms tightening around Koeyle, his breathing deepening. With each breath, his chest pressed against Koeyle’s, then pulled away, the contact palpable.
His face flushed even redder, the water droplets on his cheeks and the damp hair clinging to his forehead making him even more alluring.
Koeyle truly lived up to He Yue’s command, the initiator and active participant in this long kiss, nibbling and licking, kissing his Master senseless.
When they parted, He Yue’s lips were slightly parted, his tongue unconsciously darting out, his hazy eyes slightly reddened, his mind in a daze.
Koeyle, holding him close, couldn’t resist, gently biting He Yue’s tongue, pulling him into another deep kiss.
The soft moan from his Master made his heart itch.
Koeyle couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, stealing He Yue’s breath, making his face flush even redder, like a flower covered in morning dew. He kissed him until He Yue’s eyes reddened and tears welled up, then he finally regained his senses and slightly loosened his hold.
He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of He Yue’s eyes, their foreheads touching.
He Yue smiled, his slightly swollen, red lips curving into a beautiful arc, and teased, “Do you like it that much?”
“Yes.”
This time, the answer was immediate.
Koeyle held him close, nuzzling his head affectionately, truly like a clingy large dog.
“Master…”
“Hmm?”
Koeyle pressed closer, feeling the warmth of He Yue’s body against his, and the cold mist of the fountain.
“I like it very, very much.”
[Koeyle, 85%.]
The ambiguous words, without subject or object, had taken almost all of Koeyle’s courage to utter.
He Yue understood clearly, but only patted his head, not asking anything.
The fountain continued to splash, water droplets occasionally landing on them. The gold ring, which had been so difficult to land, now hung proudly on the dragon’s horns, gleaming brightly.
Koeyle closed his eyes, repeating the unspoken words countless times in his mind.
Little dog loves Master very, very much.
