Chapter 58: Enlightenment [Knasch, 25%]
Knasch’s every activity was confined to the small cage, truly like a dog being raised in captivity.
He Yue went along with the genetic imprint, making Knasch truly a sex tool, with no use other than sex.
In the quiet studio, Knasch’s only companion was the endlessly rotating carving.
The remote control for the carving was in He Yue’s hand. Just when Knasch thought it had finally stopped, and his body had calmed down after a long period of inactivity, it would suddenly start rotating again.
In the moment when Knasch was almost driven to orgasm by the vibrations, his erection throbbing, it would suddenly stop without warning.
There was no sound of rotation in the studio, only the sound of the fox’s sobs. His hands were tied to the cage bars by He Yue, and he wasn’t allowed, nor did he have the opportunity, to touch himself. Both the need for gland blood and the unbearable torment after so many times were stripping him of his normal female insect thinking.
Later, the carving probably ran out of battery, and he could only feel its presence, no longer rotating.
The dark studio was mostly without light, only the occasional opening of the studio door, letting in the light from the corridor. He Yue would toss a syringe of nutrient solution into the iron bowl, watching as Knasch, chained by his hands and neck, strained his body, using his mouth to reach the offered sustenance.
He Yue stood in the only light in the studio, watching as the fox instinctively stuck the needle into his arm and injected all the nutrient solution into his body.
Knasch’s body was a monster. In a state of starvation, it would activate its strongest defense system, slowing down his blood flow, reducing his energy consumption, so that he could survive on just a little nutrient solution.
He Yue stood before him, blocking half the light, leaving one of his eyes in the brightness.
That blue eye showed no resistance, no despair, only confusion.
Knasch’s vision was divided into sections by the iron cage in front of him, like a barrier separating him from He Yue. In the only white light, he traced He Yue’s silhouette, trying to find some enlightenment in the deep pupils illuminated by the light.
But there was none.
Knasch knew he had done wrong. He shouldn’t have installed a pinhole camera in He Yue’s room, shouldn’t have sneaked out to steal male insect blood, shouldn’t have tried to fool him with a casual excuse…
What could he do to appease He Yue?
Was just being a dog here enough?
No one had ever taught him.
If the lab wanted to train him, he would endure it. If the organization gave him a target to kill, he would kill…
He had never thought with his own mind, living like a tool from beginning to end. The experimenters in the lab had repeated “you’re just a sex tool” countless times, but it had never stirred any emotion in him. However, He Yue’s “becoming a tool with no use other than sex” had hurt him to this day.
It was different, his Master was different.
His Master would cut the silk ribbon that bound his wrists, would derive pleasure from him, and would let him fall into true pleasure.
Knasch’s greedy gaze followed He Yue as he left the studio, the door closing heavily. He didn’t know when this light would appear again, and he didn’t know what he should do. He could only lean against the iron bars, his body heat warming the cold metal, waiting for He Yue’s next god-like descent.
The dark environment felt like a void, without any perception of time and space. Coupled with his body’s instinctive self-preservation, Knasch’s consciousness was already hazy.
Everything became instinct.
His feeder would occasionally open a sliver of light in the dark room, tossing the life-sustaining nutrient solution outside the iron bars, then taking away all the light.
“Master…”
Knasch mouthed the words, but no sound came out.
His survival was now linked to his feeder. After losing the energy to think about cause and effect, he ignored the logical chain of events, only a beginning and an end remaining.
If he was a dog here for the rest of his life, would his Master forgive him?
[Knasch, 20%.]
He Yue heard the system’s voice for the first time in a long while.
(That look, it feels familiar.)
[Has the host seen it somewhere before?]
He Yue thought for a moment and sent Kano a message with the address and a request to mail Knasch’s file.
(So lost, like a dog that can’t find its way home, circling under a streetlight in the middle of the night, that’s the look.)
“Master, this is your package.”
Wien, who had just returned home from the base research institute, handed He Yue the package.
“Alright.”
“Master…” Wien looked a bit awkward.
He Yue stopped on his way back to his room and turned to look at him. “What is it?” “I’ve been approved for a new project, so…” Wien took a deep breath and finally said, “I’ll probably only be back on weekends.” “Alright, I understand.” He Yue patted his face. “Work hard, Lieutenant Colonel Wien. My optical device is on, you can message me often.” Wien leaned forward and gently hugged He Yue over the package. “Be careful of the fox, foxes are not good animals.” Cunning and treacherous, that was the public perception of foxes. He knew He Yue had locked up the fox for a long time, and his attention was often on the observation monitor in the studio.
He knew the fox was not easy to handle, yet his Master’s gaze still lingered on the white fluff.
Wien clenched his fists secretly.
He was just the only half-fox in the entire insect race. He had even endured the only female colonel in the entire insect race, hadn’t he!
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” He Yue didn’t know his thoughts and casually ruffled the little dog’s hair.
He lay on the comfortable sofa and opened the file that had just arrived.
The old paper file had a strong sense of age, the wrinkled paper making a crisp sound as he flipped through it. The handwritten words were flamboyant, and He Yue had to read them carefully to decipher them.
This experimental project was voluntarily stopped by Kano, the organizer, and didn’t cause a public outcry, only spreading within a small circle of male insects, and was quickly overshadowed by other events.
According to Kano, they wanted to create the perfect sex tool.
“S071 test subject’s first experiment, good reaction to item number 147, feedback time ten minutes…” The paper file, so out of place in the high-tech insect world, gave He Yue a strange sense of time travel, as if he had also gone to that not-so-glamorous laboratory, standing in front of the glass case, observing the tool’s reaction and recording it.
These words were incredibly cold, the experimenters’ eyes detached and indifferent.
They were like inspectors on an assembly line, adjusting the tool’s parts, testing its sensitivity, and recording the results.
Just a tool.
He Yue felt that the file in his hand was a tool inspection report, not about a life.
“S071 test subject’s second experiment, key organs updated, reset to initial state, good reaction to item number 843, feedback time five minutes.” He Yue flipped through the pages.
Except for the first time, before every new experiment, the phrase “key organs updated, reset to initial state” was added.
(Can they even adjust the values? Is he a robot?)
He Yue knew it was absurd to measure everything in the insect world with normal biology, but he couldn’t help but complain.
The file was very thick. In the last experiment, the S071 test subject had a strong mental rejection of the gear, went berserk, and fell into hibernation after being injected with a tranquilizer.
(Is the gear what I think it is?)
The kind with teeth around the edge, forming a circle, that could be turned by a flick of the finger. It was very common in mechanical equipment, and the craftsmen at Castle usually stretched the teeth and placed them on a handle similar to a handheld fan, which could be rotated at different speeds.
The gear was blunt, and even if it rotated quickly, it wouldn’t cut the skin, a very safe tool.
He Yue didn’t believe it. A female insect who wasn’t even afraid of a bullet to the head, why would he be afraid of such a light, safe, and harmless object?
(System, get me one.)
[Alright, Host.]
He Yue held the handle of the gear, and after pressing the switch, the gear began to rotate slowly. He placed his finger on the outer edge of the gear, and the blunt teeth gently scraped against his fingertip, not even painful, just a slight itching sensation.
“This isn’t a saw, what’s there to be afraid of?”
He Yue needed a trigger, a weakness and a fear.
The fox also considered himself a sex tool, gradually becoming an empty shell.
(Let’s try it.)
[…Host, if he goes berserk, it’s not very safe.]
He Yue didn’t hesitate and went upstairs with the gear.
(Don’t you want to see a terrified fox?)
He still didn’t believe the fox would be afraid. That guy wasn’t even afraid of stabbing himself in the throat with a dagger.
He Yue entered the room and turned on the lights for the first time.
Knasch, who had been in the dark for a long time, opened his eyes in the stinging light, his azure eyes blinking, but still unfocused, like a soulless object.
“Your creator gave me a good suggestion.”
When He Yue took out the gear, Knasch didn’t panic as he had imagined, but stared blankly at the object. His thoughts, slowed by the darkness and the carving, couldn’t analyze what this strange-looking tool was.
Was the experiment report also fake?
He Yue thought, turning on the gear’s switch.
The gear rotated slowly, leaving a faint afterimage. This tool wasn’t a high-quality product, and the mechanical rotation was a bit loud, the sound amplified in the quiet studio.
“No, don’t!!”
After a scream, the fox began to frantically ram against the iron bars of the cage. The chain on his hand rattled, and as his forehead hit the iron bars, the entire cage shook.
He Yue didn’t know what had happened, but the fox suddenly went into a frenzy, banging his head against the iron bars with suicidal force.
“Fox?”
The sound of the impact broke the silence of the studio, and Knasch’s forehead was immediately bloody.
“No… let me go! Let me go!! Don’t come near… don’t come near!!”
Fear, heart-wrenching fear. The eyes that had been so calm even with a gun to his head were now trembling with terror.
[Host, the conquest target is experiencing severe mental power fluctuations.]
The handle of the rotating gear in his hand was slightly warm. It had no real killing power, yet it was more deadly to the fox than a gun.
“Please… please don’t… don’t cut off the fox’s cock and ass… the fox will be good, the fox will listen to you…”
“What?”
He Yue stopped the gear, speechless with surprise. Even though he had witnessed countless forms of torture, he had never heard of such a thing.
Key organs updated, reset to initial state…
He Yue’s breathing hitched for a few seconds, a chill running down his spine.
To pursue the ultimate experimental data, the experimenters had not hesitated to exploit Knasch’s ability to regenerate infinitely, removing his organs before each experiment so they would grow back. The newly grown flesh had no calluses and was incredibly sensitive.
The gear in his hand resembled a saw.
He Yue’s mind flashed with the cold, handwritten words in the file, the casual, official language devoid of any warmth, not recording the cries and tears behind those words.
This experience had shaped Knasch’s rebellious personality, his disregard for life, his madness as a base color, it all made sense.
He Yue was silent for a second, opened the door, and unfastened the chain from the iron bars.
“Out.”
Knasch crawled out on all fours, his iron shackles clinking, and huddled at He Yue’s feet. His forehead was pressed against the floor, his body still trembling from the shock.
“Master… the fox won’t make a mistake again, the fox will only be your sex tool.”
Having been in the assassin organization for so long, his numb body had endured too many non-lethal “fatal wounds,” and he had forgotten what he truly feared in those dark memories. The taste of fear, he felt it clearly, and he would never dare to make a mistake again.
He kissed the tip of He Yue’s shoe, like a devout believer.
“…The fox knows he was wrong, I’m sorry…”
(Value?)
[No change, Host.]
He Yue rubbed his temples and tossed the gear aside.
Now, not only did the stuck data need to be dealt with, but also this fox who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He pointed to the wooden frame at the side. “Get on it.”
His hands and feet were bound with elastic bands, the fox, at his mercy, now unable to move.
The precept was half a meter long, coated with a transparent preservative lacquer and dried, its surface smooth and reflective. It was thick and inelastic, black, retaining the original shape of the branch, two fingers wide.
He Yue held one end of the rod, rhythmically tapping his palm with it.
“You still need a substantial lesson to make you remember.”
For a conquest target in a state of mental confusion and breakdown, real pain was the best way to bring them back to their senses. This was a lesson He Yue had learned.
“Yes… Master…” Knasch’s voice trembled along with his body, clearly still in shock.
One end of the rod pressed against Knasch’s body, leaving a dent.
“It’s also troublesome if the wounds heal too quickly. So, thirty a day, you’ll come to me with the rod in your mouth to receive your punishment, until I say stop.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the precept whistled through the air and landed squarely on Knasch’s body. The entire wooden frame shook, the joints creaking.
If it were a bloody wound, Knasch would be used to it. But the wooden rod in He Yue’s hand was smooth, not sharp enough to break the skin, so the pain was dull, slow…
It could deceive the healing system.
The more blood there was, the more Knasch’s hyper-healing ability would be alerted. He Yue knew this and chose a rod and a technique that wouldn’t break the skin.
He had an incredible desire for control over any object in his hand, and he enjoyed the pleasure of inflicting pain at this moment.
The rod landed on the soft, supple muscles, leaving red marks before moving to other places.
Knasch, who had already been pushed to his limit by He Yue’s carving, quickly transformed the burning pain into pleasure. Even when He Yue used more force, even when he controlled the direction of the rod, repeatedly hitting the same spot, he didn’t hear any pleas for mercy.
Knasch felt different, very different.
The whips that had landed on him before were only meant to test the limits of his special healing ability. After a few sharp stings, he would become numb.
He was always waiting for the moment when the pain turned into numbness, so he wouldn’t have to endure it anymore.
But He Yue was different.
Every strike with the rod was deliberate, a combination of severe punishment and intense arousal.
Every strike had a purpose, and could be clearly felt. Perhaps a new spot, or overlapping with the previous one. He wouldn’t let him become numb, but would instead push his emotions higher and higher.
He Yue’s back was slightly sweaty, his arm burning from swinging the rod so many times. The occasional intense game was deeply satisfying, his focus on his hand, controlling the rod as it made contact with the flesh, leaving beautiful red marks. His palm tingled slightly during the pauses, the pleasant sensation spreading from his palm to his entire arm, finally igniting the blood in his veins.
After twenty strikes, there wasn’t a single blank spot left on the skin before He Yue.
…Except for the fox’s tail, which was stained with various things but still visibly white.
He Yue felt a sense of novelty and suddenly brought the rod down on the base of the tail.
The fox’s tail shot up, the white fur bristling. The fox, who had been immersed in He Yue’s punishment, moaning softly, now cried out.
“I see, the fox likes being hit on the tail.”
“No, that’s not it!” The fox’s ears perked up, his azure eyes wide as he stared at his Master.
He Yue nodded, hearing but not fully listening. “Then the rest will be on the tail.”
“Mas… Master!!”
He Yue felt a sense of novelty. He couldn’t play with non-human creatures before transmigrating. The rod landed mercilessly on the fox’s tail, a testament to He Yue’s ruthlessness. White fox fur occasionally floated in the air, the base of the tail red and swollen.
The real, deliberate pain transformed into lust, temporarily overshadowing other thoughts, like the gear, like the countless times he had been forced to endure having his organs removed.
The fox grew hotter in He Yue’s hands, from the wounds to the uncontrollable pleasure throughout his body. Every part of him responded to He Yue’s rod, including the newly grown penis.
“Ugh… Master… the fox, the fox wants to cum… please…”
Knasch’s tail wasn’t a decoration; it was a real part of his body. He was a product of genetic hybridization, and his tail also had nerves.
When his tail was hit, his cries had already changed in tone, a sound that greatly pleased He Yue.
“Last five, if you lose control, we start over.”
He Yue’s command was absolute, extinguishing Knasch’s fantasy. Not only that, but He Yue stopped and placed his palm on the base of the fox’s tail.
The cries immediately stopped being cries. Knasch, his limbs restrained, couldn’t move, only able to respond to He Yue with the constant wagging of his tail.
The fur at the base of the fox’s tail was fine, and now, burning from the blows, it felt even better to the touch. The soft fur was different from the fluffy tip, and the burning heat made He Yue realize that this tail was a real organ, not just a decoration.
“Master… do you like the fox’s tail?” Knasch asked cautiously, suppressing a moan.
“It’s not bad, only you have one, so it’s very novel.”
The fox’s ears twitched, his mischievous nature, ingrained in his animal attributes, slowly taking shape as his ears twitched. He turned his head and looked at He Yue, who was rotating the wooden rod, flexing his wrist, and said softly:
“Master, I can take care of you with my fox tail, make you feel very comfortable… ah!!”
He Yue squeezed the base of his tail, silencing him.
“A mischievous fox forgets the pain before the scars have even healed.”
He Yue stood to the side, twirling the wooden rod in his palm. “Provoking your Master, doubles the punishment.”
“…Master!! I was wrong… I won’t do it again!!” Knasch cried out, looking pitifully at He Yue. “I wasn’t provoking… I was being sincere!”
He Yue chuckled and said, “Ten more.”
Knasch, hearing that it wasn’t thirty doubled, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, closed his eyes, and resigned himself to his punishment. He realized that his Master’s real anger and his teasing anger were different. The former was like being thrown into an ice cellar, suffocating, while the latter was clearly light and cheerful.
He Yue still didn’t spare the fox’s tail, every strike landing on the white fur. The final blow was particularly heavy, making the already at-his-limit Knasch shudder and cum instantly.
A flash of white light passed before his eyes, and Knasch only felt fear afterwards. He cautiously tested He Yue’s mood. “Master… I’m sorry…”
Today, he seemed to have said “I’m sorry” too many times.
He Yue ruffled his head, and also his fox ears, no longer scolding him, and untied the restraints.
“Open your mouth.”
Knasch obediently opened his mouth, staring blankly at He Yue.
A hard candy was tossed into his mouth.
“A reward, for your good performance during the punishment.”
The candy was very sweet, instantly filling his entire mouth. For Knasch, who hadn’t had a drop of water for a long time, surviving on nutrient solution, it was a precious treasure. He didn’t want to chew it, carefully sucking on it, letting it slowly dissolve.
He Yue hadn’t left yet. He also ate a candy to regain his strength, standing quietly before him. He pushed the candy to one side, his cheek bulging slightly, then crunched it, chewing it himself.
Knasch lay on the wooden frame, tears welling up in his eyes as the candy dissolved, his vision blurring.
Every time before, whether it was killing insects or being experimented on, he was just a tool to be used and discarded. He had thought He Yue would leave after hitting him, but he had given him a candy instead.
How could this be…
Knasch buried his head, his heart pounding, his tail wagging silently.
Could he be more than just his Master’s tool?
[Knasch, 25%]
