Chapter 48: Major General [Koeyle, 99%]…
The mental imprint, a command woven directly into a female insect’s consciousness, must be honored for life. If broken, it triggers a relentless pheromone backlash, a suffering worse than death.
The moment the mental imprint was forged, Koeyle’s imprint point —untouched by any foreign energy until now— was flooded with He Yue’s spiritual essence.
At the same instant, the years of effort Koeyle had spent resisting the genetic imprint’s pull, achieving total pheromone rejection, collapsed into nothing.
The genetic imprint was different from the mental one. It was a biological imperative forcing female insects to submit to males. Koeyle’s had been dormant since he had no accompanying male, leaving him vulnerable to all until he found a Master to bond with. That bond was now sealed.
The imprint’s formation sent a violent tremor through Koeyle’s entire being. His body locked up, and a raw, overwhelming wave of energy surged toward He Yue, who braced himself against the table as the room seemed to spin.
Koeyle’s reaction was immense, not just from the first true bonding, but from the clash between the new mental imprint and his lifelong aversion. It was agony — yet because he had already accepted He Yue completely in his heart, he craved more.
“Master… my Master…”
He Yue leaned against him, silent, catching his breath. Koeyle ached to continue, reading the racing pulse of his Master’s energy as excitement. Still, he prioritized He Yue’s will.
“Is my Master satisfied?” Koeyle asked.
“Not even close.”
Koeyle exhaled with relief and, with the back of his hand, gently brushed the sweat from He Yue’s brow.
“There’s still time before the ceremony. The promotion won’t take long… Master, take all the time you need.” His palm rested softly on He Yue’s hair, his eyes full of devotion.
He Yue, the transmigrator, had a different calculation. He trusted his own mental stamina implicitly.
“How long until the ceremony begins?”
Koeyle glanced at the clock. “One hour.”
“Then we continue.”
The imprint point, now harmonized by their shared energy, felt utterly different from the earlier friction. It was like a warm, smooth current flowing between their minds, intoxicating and addictive.
He Yue drew parallel after parallel, fascinated by this unique connection only female insects possessed. He guided the flow again and again, and each time, Koeyle trembled, his consciousness tightening around their bond in pulses that made He Yue’s thoughts blur with satisfaction.
He Yue surrendered to the process, his cheeks flushed, his eyes half-closed, a serene yet fierce bloom of control. He was the Master, dictating rhythm, intensity, and depth, drawing exactly the responses he desired.
And Koeyle gave everything.
“Master… Master, command me completely!”
Complying with the mental imprint was pleasure; loving He Yue was happiness. Koeyle’s voice, raw with emotion, filled the room.
When the bonding finally reached a temporary plateau, He Yue could feel Koeyle’s energy coiled tightly within, saturated with his Master’s spiritual signature.
A knock at the door went unheard in the soundproofed lounge.
Koeyle’s optical device lit up. He Yue glanced at the message.
[Sir, could you come earlier for the rehearsal?]
“Colonel, they’re calling you for rehearsal.”
He Yue gently pressed two fingers to Koeyle’s forehead, and a pulse of residual shared energy rippled through the colonel, making him gasp.
“…Yes, rehearsal. I’ll be there soon,” Koeyle managed, voice uneven.
He Yue straightened his clothes, utterly composed. He picked up a small, carved crystal from the table — a focus stone used to seal energy.
“Colonel Koeyle, let’s play a game.”
Koeyle was still dazed, swimming in the aftermath of their connection.
“What if you walk onto that stage carrying my energy inside you, sealed?”
“Master…” Koeyle’s voice was barely a whisper. Walking normally would be a battle.
He Yue lifted an eyebrow.
“…Very well,” Koeyle murmured. “Thank you, Master, for this gift.”
The colonel had abandoned all pride. What use had a loyal hound for pride before its Master?
—
“Headquarters approves the promotion of Koeyle to the rank of Major General…”
The orchestra thundered. Every gaze in the hall followed Koeyle as he walked toward the stage.
His stride was subtly strained, his lips pressed thin as if fighting an inward battle. He Yue, seated in the front row of honored guests, observed in serene silence.
“Why is the Major General walking so stiffly?”
“Didn’t you hear? After the nuclear hole, he’s been pushing himself nonstop.”
“He barely rested before entering the main hole. A hero among heroes.”
He Yue allowed himself a quiet smile.
“The Major General is so dedicated. And he has that incredible Master who saved him.”
“A power couple…”
“Truly inspiring…”
None of them recognized He Yue’s resemblance to the figure in the news.
Koeyle gripped the microphone stand, his face flushed beyond any makeup’s ability to conceal. He spoke rapidly, flipping through his speech, acutely aware of the sealed energy within him — a secret only he and his Master shared, hidden beneath the public’s admiring gaze. The thrill was electric.
He finished, bowed, received the golden epaulettes, and saluted. When his eyes met He Yue’s, time stilled. His Master’s gaze, at least in that moment, belonged solely to him.
His fingers clenched around the sharp gold; their shared honor.
He walked off stage, each step a private trial, to applause.
—
The “Do not disturb” sign hung on his private lounge door. He Yue entered and locked it.
Koeyle knelt by the freshly tidied table, uniform pristine, sash gleaming, but his posture was one of absolute surrender. He held the new epaulettes between his teeth, an offering, not a trophy.
He Yue circled him, then pressed lightly with his foot against Koeyle’s back. The energy seal shifted, and Koeyle shuddered as a fraction of the stored essence leaked, drawing a muted groan. He bit harder on the metal.
“It still escaped,” He Yue observed, his tone playfully cold.
Koeyle whimpered, unable to speak, already conditioned to recognize his Master’s pretext for discipline.
He Yue removed the epaulettes from his mouth. “What did you say?”
“Please, Master, discipline your unworthy dog.”
He Yue examined the golden insignia in the light — hard-won, blood-forged, glorious.
“Major General, who are you?”
“I am Master’s dog.”
He Yue used the epaulettes to tilt Koeyle’s chin up. “What mistake did you make?”
“I failed to hold Master’s gift inside… I let it leak…”
He Yue nodded. “Indeed. You must be corrected. Bend over the table.”
He returned the epaulettes to Koeyle’s mouth.
What followed was not physical, but a rigorous mental discipline. He Yue’s will pressed upon Koeyle’s consciousness, sharp and precise, each pulse a reprimand that resonated through their imprint bond. Koeyle absorbed every strike with trembling obedience, his spirit laid bare, the discipline a strange, cherished privilege.
By the end, Koeyle’s mind was raw, his soul feeling scoured and remolded. He Yue’s presence enveloped him, and Koeyle sank to the floor, resting his head against his Master’s leg.
“Master’s energy… so warm…”
He Yue’s voice was calm. “You once hated all pheromones.”
“I did. But my heart accepted you, so Master’s energy could never repel me.” He didn’t speak of the initial agony when the imprint first took hold.
He looked up, backlit by the lamp. “Everything I am is yours. Body, mind, feelings…”
“Master, I am yours.”
He Yue smiled. His gemstone ring glinted as he stroked Koeyle’s hair. He stood, moved behind him.
“What did you just say?”
“I am yours… ah!”
He Yue placed his foot on the back of Koeyle’s neck and pressed down firmly. Koeyle’s cheek touched the cold floor.
“How long have we known each other, Major General?”
“…Four months.”
“Four months… time flies.”
He Yue removed his foot, crouched low, his face close to Koeyle’s. “I still have something important to do.”
He touched the imprint point directly. Koeyle convulsed, a lamb before the blade.
“I’m going to remove your genetic imprint, Major General.”
Among their entire race, only He Yue, with his unique genes and system, could erase imprints — both mental and genetic. This had been Koeyle’s original reason for seeking him out.
The spiritual essence flooded the imprint point, and the ancient genetic chains shattered. Koeyle was no longer bound by instinct to submit to any male. Now every act of surrender had to come purely from his own heart.
The pain was cataclysmic, as if every cell were unmade and reformed. Koeyle screamed silently inside, his body rigid, his mind a storm of chaos.
[Host!! The conquest target is experiencing severe mental fluctuations!!]
He clawed at nothing, drowning.
“Koeyle!” He Yue gripped his face. “Koeyle! You are my dog!”
His voice cut through the agony like a blade.
“Love me with your true heart, not instinct! I am your Master! Everything you are belongs to me!”
A lighthouse in the hurricane.
“…I love you…” Koeyle gasped, his consciousness latching onto He Yue’s voice.
“I love you, Master… I love you…”
Tears streamed down his face, hot against He Yue’s fingers. Slowly, the chaos stilled. The shattered pieces of his soul realigned, finding their true north.
He Yue had promised to destroy Koeyle’s attachment to rank alone. Now, Koeyle’s entire being oriented solely around his Master.
Silence fell.
“Do you remember our promise?” He Yue asked. They had wagered — if Koeyle didn’t willingly offer his chain after three months, He Yue would grant freedom.
“You never asked for freedom.”
Koeyle, still trembling from the restructuring, whispered, “Chain my freedom, Master. I belong to you.”
The condition He Yue had set from the beginning was finally, genuinely met.
He Yue’s smile was that of a true victor. “I’ve won, Major General Koeyle.”
Koeyle had no thoughts of the future, no fear. Lost in that confident smile, only one truth remained.
“I love you, Master.”
[Koeyle, 99%.]
