Chapter 52: I Beg You One Last Time [Koeyle, 100%]…
In the interrogation room, the thick soundproofing cotton ensured absolute silence and also prevented suspects from committing suicide by banging their heads against the wall. But with the camera and observation curtain turned off, it was an absolutely private space.
He Yue raised his hand, pulling on the handcuff on his wrist.
The other end of the handcuff was on Koeyle’s wrist, and as He Yue raised his hand, it was also gently pulled up. The chain connecting them, link by link, looked indestructible.
In terms of rank, a major general could arrest ordinary insects. But in terms of identity, a female insect had no right to arrest his Master.
Compared to Koeyle’s dejected expression, He Yue stood before him calmly, raising his handcuffed wrist, looking more like the predator.
“Has the major general turned off the observation equipment for an interrogation?”
Koeyle actually unlocked the cabinet door, took out an iron interrogation rod, and held it up to He Yue.
“It suits you, Master.”
The black iron was polished to a shine, the rod half a meter long. The handle was shaped to fit a hand, the body a spiral pattern. It was held awkwardly in the air by Koeyle, not taken for a long time.
He Yue crossed his arms, calmly looking at the major general’s red and swollen eyes.
“Does the major general have anything else to say?” He showed Koeyle his handcuffed wrist. “If not, give me the key to the handcuffs.”
The three-month bet ended with He Yue’s victory, a period put to an end the moment He Yue made his judgment. Koeyle understood clearly, he understood the moment he returned home and didn’t find He Yue—
The game was over, his Master didn’t want him anymore.
The iron rod fell to the floor, slipping from Koeyle’s hand with a clatter, the sound of his heartstrings snapping. The pain of separation had been fermenting for half a month, and when he found He Yue again, for this lost little dog, it was like consuming a sweet poison.
Koeyle knew it was poison better than anyone, but he had still tried his best to find him. He knew someone had blocked the news, that He Yue’s optical device was online but he had never sent him a message.
He was a slut.
When he lowered his head, tears blurred his vision.
“Thankfully, I still have Master’s imprint,” Koeyle pressed his hand against his left chest, trying to suppress the stinging pain in his heart. “I almost thought it was just a dream.”
Of course, there had to be an imprint.
He Yue didn’t reply, only responding silently in his mind.
He wouldn’t truly disappear until he reached 100%. He knew Koeyle’s greatest fear was his departure, and although it was a foregone conclusion, he still needed to stir the pot a bit, to maximize this anxiety.
He Yue’s calm eyes showed no emotion, his lips parting slightly, his tone cold. “Are you finished? Give me the key.”
No matter how Koeyle looked, he couldn’t find a trace of warmth in He Yue’s eyes. It had been like this from the beginning. All he could offer He Yue was his status as a colonel, and all He Yue could play with was his status as a colonel.
But He Yue was no longer interested in this exquisite epaulette, and would naturally discard him.
No insect would be interested in an object forever.
Even if it was the only epaulette of its kind in the entire insect race.
Koeyle could earn honor and status with his blood and effort, but he couldn’t earn He Yue’s love with just effort and devotion.
Feelings weren’t a simple exchange. Koeyle understood this and had even mentioned it to He Yue.
His Master was free. He could like the only female major general in the entire insect race, and if he wanted, he could also like an ordinary female insect with nothing.
“I’ll bring this to you, please take it.”
Koeyle took He Yue’s hand and placed the blood-red gemstone ring, which had been left on the bedside table in the bedroom, on his ring finger.
It was too eye-catching, attracting countless gazes wherever he went. He Yue hadn’t taken it with him when he left, also not wanting to attract too much attention.
He Yue examined the blood-red gemstone ring, hesitating for a moment.
This ring held precious memories. He Yue still remembered the colonel carrying the fate of the entire insect race, returning with his orders. He had fought in life-and-death situations, dragging his broken body towards him, placing the broken collar in his hand, a truly moving sight.
[Host… on top, the tracker, it’s under the base.]
The system’s voice rang out inappropriately, probably genuinely worried that its host would get stuck and not move forward. The mechanical voice shattered He Yue’s slightly moved heart, chilling him to the bone.
He took off the ring, his fingernail probing under the setting. A small, inconspicuous red dot on the wire, and a very small shell.
A pinhole tracker.
He Yue’s breath hitched, and he scoffed, a quiet sound before a storm, the low pressure suffocating. He raised the ring high and slammed it onto the ground.
“Koeyle, you’re something else.”
The sound of the ring hitting the ground, and He Yue’s furious voice, both slammed into Koeyle, his face instantly paling.
“This is how you defile our memories!”
“No, no… that’s not what I meant…”
He Yue frowned, truly uncomfortable. He would never show his anger unless he was truly provoked.
“Everything can be used by you, right? Tracking? I’m your Master, when did I become someone you could monitor?”
“Master… I’m sorry, I was wrong… I…”
He Yue, in a fit of rage, slapped him across the face, not holding back his strength at all.
“Just like you wanted to use me as a tool from the beginning, now you can use our memories for your own secrets!”
“Master, I’m sorry… I just…”
The half-month disappearance had terrified Koeyle. He was afraid He Yue would disappear from his world, leaving no trace. He wanted to lock He Yue by his side, yet his deep love made him let his beloved Master go.
“I just… just wanted to know a little bit about Master… just a little bit.” Koeyle grabbed He Yue’s hand, only to be shaken off. “Please, Master… don’t be angry, I was wrong…”
“I didn’t want to use you… I was so scared, I really… was very scared… just a little bit of news would be enough, or just let me see you once…”
He Yue remained silent, unmoved, not giving an inch no matter what he said.
“Please… you can hit me, scold me, anything, just don’t disappear from my life… please.”
“Give me the key.” He Yue interrupted his plea.
Koeyle turned, pulled He Yue to the interrogation room’s tool cabinet, and took out a military knife.
“I don’t have the key, Master. If you want to leave, then cut off my hand.”
A female insect’s severed hand could grow back, but it required a great deal of mental power and consumption, and would also enter a very dangerous half-insectoidization state. Koeyle was used to this; he had lost an entire arm when he came out of the Area A nuclear hole.
“You’ve bonded, and your imprint point has a lot of pheromones. Do you think your body can withstand the half-insectoidization state without pheromones?”
Koeyle pursed his lips, a sad smile on his face.
“If not, then I’ll just die. I won’t do anything that would make Master leave me.”
He held out his hand, the razor-sharp military knife resting quietly in his palm. It was sharp enough to cut through flesh and bone.
He would rather let He Yue cut off his hand, even if it meant facing the risk of a mental breakdown, than let his Master leave him.
“Major General, are you insane?”
“Yes, completely.”
He Yue took the sharp military knife and placed the blade against Koeyle’s wrist.
The cold blade pressed against the fragile wrist, but Koeyle looked at the handcuff, the knife, and his own wrist with a calm expression.
“You said a female insect’s severed hand can grow back, then…”
The military knife was now against He Yue’s wrist.
“Can a male insect’s?”
Koeyle’s eyes widened in terror, his calm and composed demeanor shattering instantly.
“No, Master! You can’t… put down the knife, please!”
A male insect’s severed wrist wouldn’t grow back, he would die.
He Yue remained calm throughout, as if the deadly weapon wasn’t against his own wrist, watching as the blade cut a small, insignificant wound on his pale, slender wrist. The major general before him couldn’t control his tears, his expression a mixture of pain and panic.
“Master… don’t do this, put down the knife, please…”
The small cut, oozing a tiny bit of red blood, stung Koeyle’s eyes. He deeply regretted taking out the knife, and even more so, handing it to He Yue. He could disregard his own life, but He Yue was his weakness.
“I was wrong, I was really wrong… Master, give me the knife, please?”
Koeyle pleaded, his voice choked with tears, making him sound even more humble. He begged again and again, pathetically pleading with his Master.
The moment He Yue moved the knife slightly away from his wrist, Koeyle lunged forward and grabbed the blade. He gripped it tightly, the blade cutting deep into his palm, blood flowing out and dripping onto the floor.
He Yue released his grip on the handle. Koeyle snatched the knife and threw it far away.
Koeyle was terrified, his legs weak at the sight of the glaring wound on He Yue’s wrist, as if he had just survived a disaster. His mind was buzzing, and he didn’t have time to wonder if He Yue was deliberately scaring him. His Master threatening to kill himself to remove the handcuffs was enough to make him lose all hope.
His Master would rather die than stay with him.
Their beginning was wrong from the start. He had stood in his colonel’s position, arrogantly thinking his status would surely conquer He Yue. He had initially wanted to use He Yue as a tool to remove the imprint, feigning submission, deceiving and flattering, thinking that after three months, everything would be fine.
If someone had told him three months ago that he would be unable to let go of the memories of being possessed and conquered for three months, that he would beg He Yue to keep him as a little dog kneeling at his feet, he would have cursed them mercilessly.
His pride and arrogance were the most useless things.
The blood continued to flow, as if draining his soul.
If their beginning hadn’t been like this, would the ending have been different?
And now, he was still letting his beloved Master threaten him with death, just to let him go, for his own selfish desires.
Tears mixed with the small pool of blood on the floor, and Koeyle’s pleading voice was cautious.
“Master, can I, fuck you one last time?”
He Yue’s eyes flickered.
“Just one last time, please… one last time.” Koeyle didn’t dare to look at He Yue’s expression, even more afraid of seeing his cold gaze. “I’ll disappear from your world… I promise you, I won’t appear before you until… you’re willing to look at me again.”
Koeyle, dressed in his major general’s uniform, knelt on the floor, his body trembling from crying, pathetically begging his Master to fuck him one last time.
He Yue looked down at him, his handcuffed wrist raised high.
“If you want to get fucked, just say so. What’s with all this roundabout nonsense, with the interrogation rod and the military knife, and even getting your hand cut for nothing.”
He grabbed Koeyle’s hair and pulled it back, forcing him to look up.
The little dog’s face was wet with tears, his eyebrows raised in pain as his scalp was pulled.
“I’ve known this body of yours for a while now, Major General. A slut to the bone, even a major general’s uniform can’t hide your true nature. All you think about all day is Master’s cock.”
The pained expression on the face with the pulled-back scalp was replaced by a smile of excitement from He Yue’s humiliating words.
“Yes… I like Master, I just want to be fucked by Master… Please, Master, fuck your little dog senseless.”
He Yue chuckled, pleased with his answer, and kindly released his grip. He leaned closer, almost completely blocking the light from above Koeyle.
“Major General, you’re quite a slut.”
He slapped Koeyle across the face and pointed to the chair used for interrogating suspects. “Get over there, face away from me.”
The handcuff between them was still on, a short, thick iron chain not allowing them much distance. He Yue followed behind him, watching as he placed one hand on the chair’s backrest, his other hand, cuffed to He Yue, behind his back.
He Yue held the military knife he had just picked up, still stained with the blood from Koeyle’s palm. He used the knife to cut open Koeyle’s clothes, revealing a silver butt plug in the middle.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise and amusement, his voice laced with delight.
“Major General, why are you carrying this kind of thing on a mission?”
The formal major general’s uniform was impeccable, the gold epaulettes symbolizing power and status. Yet, this same major general was carrying a silver butt plug.
Koeyle was both ashamed and embarrassed, but he still softened his voice, trying to please. “Not just on missions, I carry it with me every day. Master, I miss you… very, very much. Even when you’re not here, little dog will always have his ass ready for you… cough…”
Before he could finish, He Yue pushed the plug in without warning, making him gasp.
The silver butt plug not only opened him up well, but also stimulated the secretion of his insect fluid, lubricating him perfectly.
No preparation was needed. For the past half month that He Yue had been gone, this ass had been constantly conditioned by Koeyle, always kept in the best possible state, waiting for its Master.
The silver butt plug was no longer needed, and He Yue took it out, tossing it aside. The tight, elastic ass gradually enveloped him, the tear in his clothes slowly widening.
He Yue’s pheromones, which had been dormant for half a month, surged up at the touch of the soft ass, the sensation even more comfortable and enjoyable than before.
He felt his entire body tense, one hand gripping the chain of the handcuff, the other free to slap Koeyle’s ass, his face quickly flushing.
The world swayed with him, the white lights of the interrogation room making him hot, occasionally flashing in his vision, leaving a blinding white light. He Yue couldn’t help but moan, his hand gripping Koeyle’s wrist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He occasionally frowned from his own movements, his slightly parted lips trembling as he panted, then he would bite down hard and release, leaving a faint teeth mark.
Everything was too perfectly prepared for him, his arousal coming quickly, almost instantly pushing him to the peak.
Whether it was the sensation or the sight, the real touch or the ethereal status, everything excited He Yue immensely.
His slapping hand was slightly hot and numb, the feel of the high-quality major general’s uniform slightly rough against his skin. The gleam of the gold epaulettes on the major general’s shoulders flashed in his eyes, a constant reminder that he was controlling and possessing a high-ranking major general.
The only female major general in the entire insect race.
This layer of meaning added a mental dimension to the physical sensations, making him even more excited.
He Yue slapped him even harder.
Koeyle cried out, his grip on the backrest tightening. The major general’s dry imprint point had been lubricated with “pheromones” before, but he hadn’t had a chance to receive the follow-up, his Master disappearing in a shootout.
The imprint point now craved lubrication even more, and Koeyle was like a starving dog.
The thin chain of the handcuff swayed rhythmically, clinking against the backrest, the sound absorbed by the soundproofing cotton on the walls.
The turned-off camera sat quietly in the distance, not recording this absurd scene. Koeyle’s eyes flickered towards it, and he reached out for the quiet camera.
“…What are you doing?”
His movement pulled on He Yue, making him let out a lewd moan, his fingers digging into Koeyle’s wrist, leaving red marks.
Koeyle regained some of his senses, retracted his hand, and didn’t answer He Yue.
He Yue, displeased by his silence, slapped him hard.
“Speak.”
Koeyle’s voice was hoarse from crying, and he said haltingly, “Want to… turn on the camera.”
“What? To prove that I forced Major General Koeyle in the interrogation room?”
This only fueled He Yue’s rebellious, competitive spirit, and he thrust hard against the imprint point, making his own vision go white for a moment, his mind blank, and also making Koeyle cry out even louder.
“No… no…”
Koeyle’s ears were burning, his entire body flushed with shame as he spoke.
“Master’s voice… I won’t be able to hear it anymore…” He buried his head in his arms, his voice, already muffled by sobs, even more difficult to understand. “Memories will fade… but, a recording…”
He Yue scoffed and slapped his swollen ass hard again.
“Is this something a righteous major general would do?”
“…”
He Yue glanced at the silent camera and chuckled teasingly. “I thought you’d have some trauma from cameras.” Their first encounter had involved a bad memory with a camera, and He Yue had only scared him with it last time, pushing him to the brink of a breakdown. Three months later, this major general, who had been so terrified of cameras, was now taking the initiative to bring it up.
“Master, can I?”
“…In, your, dreams.”
He Yue said each word deliberately, each pause accompanied by a cry from the major general.
“Master… Master…”
Koeyle repeated the title again and again, devoutly, like a believer chanting to a god. He Yue hadn’t allowed him to use the camera as a cheat, so he could only use himself, his body, to remember everything about He Yue.
Remember everything about He Yue.
The fresh, yet now rich floral scent, the shape of He Yue.
Everything.
At the peak of his passion, He Yue’s voice was also tinged with lust, alluring and seductive. He had cum several times, expending most of his energy in pursuit of extreme pleasure.
“Major General Koeyle…”
He flipped Koeyle over, grabbed the handcuff with one hand, and gripped his neck with the other.
“You have one last chance, do you want me to remove your mental imprint?” “…Wha, what?” Koeyle tensed up, the movement making him lurch forward.
He Yue cursed under his breath. “Ungrateful bastard.” He calmed down and said, “No mental imprint, no genetic imprint. No male insect pheromones will be your limit, this is the freedom you’ve always dreamed of.” “No… I don’t want that kind of freedom…”
This was the imprint He Yue could engrave on his body, the imprint bearing He Yue’s name.
“Without Master, I’m just a stray dog, a masterless soul… what I have isn’t freedom, but a wandering, lonely ghost.” His hands gripped He Yue’s wrist, which was holding his neck, his voice pleading.
“Master… please, don’t take away the mental imprint.”
He Yue received the expected answer and no longer considered anything else, focusing on his own pleasure. He held all the power, enjoying everything that was prepared for him, and the perfectly conditioned prize.
When everything was over, the world fell silent.
He Yue lay weakly in Koeyle’s arms, the back of his neck aching slightly. He seemed to have lived up to his boast to the system – go crazy once, rest for a long time.
“Master, are you still angry with me?”
“A little.”
Koeyle hugged He Yue back, his voice now pleading. “Master, please… don’t be angry with your little dog, little dog really knows he was wrong.” He took the handcuff key from his uniform pocket and placed it in He Yue’s hand.
“Don’t be angry anymore, Master…”
He Yue unlocked the handcuffs and chuckled. “I’m not angry anymore.” Any remaining anger had dissipated in the supreme experience, and he couldn’t find a trace of it now.
He Yue sat up slightly, and Koeyle immediately pulled him into an embrace.
“Master, will you come back?”
“…”
Koeyle held He Yue tightly, his eyes closed.
“I’ll wait for you, Master. As long as, as long as one day, you’re willing to come back, little dog will be waiting for you.” “…What if I don’t come back?”
Koeyle’s closed eyes couldn’t hold back his tears.
“I’ll guard your imprint and wait for you for the rest of my life.”
He Yue was about to speak when Koeyle interrupted him. “Master, can you, not refuse me? Even if you don’t promise, it’s fine, please, don’t refuse me…” “This isn’t fair to you, Koeyle.”
“I don’t care if it’s fair or not, I don’t care about fairness.”
Koeyle opened his eyes, the high and mighty major general completely gone, replaced by a dejected, pitiful little dog.
“Master, Koeyle will always be your little dog.”
He Yue’s heart finally softened, and he leaned in and kissed his lips.
“Alright, always.”
Koeyle’s anxious heart finally settled down, and he managed a smile, but tears still fell.
“I love you, Master.”
The tears flowed endlessly, but they couldn’t bring back his Master.
“I’ll wait for you.”
[Koeyle, 100%.]
“Goodbye, Major General Koeyle.”
“I wish you freedom.”
[…]
[…Congratulations, Host, for completing the conquest mission. Conquest target, now blocked.]
As He Yue left, he heard the system’s voice.
[After the host completes all conquest missions, you can choose whether to unblock.]
