Chapter 59: Very Obedient Today [Knasch, 35%]
The atmosphere in the room was serene after the intense beating, carrying a special significance.
He Yue leaned back, his eyes closed, chewing on the candy, the sweet liquid sliding down his throat. He felt much calmer, his body and mind relaxed after indulging his sadistic desires.
“Is there anything else Master wants to do?” Knasch mumbled, the candy in his mouth making his speech slurred.
He Yue opened his eyes and looked at the fox with drooping ears.
The wounds were healing quickly, both the cuts on Knasch’s forehead and the bruised, swollen flesh on his back.
“No, just stay here for a while.”
As the excitement of the intense activity faded, the sweat on his body evaporated, leaving his skin slightly cool, his long hair sticking to the back of his neck. He Yue brushed his hair forward, revealing his slender, pale neck.
His sweat-soaked clothes clung to his body, the previously loose fabric now outlining the curve of his waist.
The fox’s eyes were fixed on his Master’s waist, and he recalled the scene he had secretly watched on the screen, his white fox tail wagging faster and faster.
He Yue grabbed the fox’s tail, his hand sinking into the fluffy fur.
“Why are you wagging your tail so enthusiastically? What are you thinking about?”
Knasch coughed to hide his embarrassment, not daring to reveal his true intentions. If He Yue knew he was coveting his Master’s waist, he would definitely get another thirty strikes.
“Do I have to go back to the cage?”
He Yue turned to look at the cage.
The bloodstains on the iron bars had long since dried, the dark red clots on the black bars not very noticeable. In contrast, the dried blood on Knasch’s healed forehead was more gruesome.
“Do you want to go back?”
Knasch opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.
He felt that He Yue wasn’t asking if he wanted to stay in the cage, but if he wanted to continue being a mindless, emotionless sex tool.
Knasch glanced at the gear on the floor and instinctively shuddered. Out of fear, he no longer dared to defy He Yue’s intentions.
“If Master wants me to stay inside, then I’ll stay inside.”
If Master wants me to be a mindless sex tool, then let me be a sex tool.
His true intentions remained unspoken, and Knasch didn’t know if He Yue would understand.
“For me, having a special sex toy and having a half-fox slave, I can have fun with both.”
He Yue’s palm rested on the tip of the tail, and every time the fox unconsciously wagged his tail, it would gently brush against his palm. The fully automatic fox tail was very fun, and He Yue couldn’t get enough of the fluffy thing.
“I like to control, to dominate and conquer. Aside from that, I have normal physical needs, and having a fun, unbreakable toy isn’t bad.”
He Yue ruffled the fox’s head, his force pressing the fox’s ears down, and when he lifted his hand, the ears sprang back up, both beautiful and amusing.
“Your creator didn’t deprive you of the opportunity to think.” He Yue bent down and picked up the wooden rod from the floor, tapping his chin with it, gesturing for Knasch to take it. “A fox is a bit foolish, but at least it can think.”
Knasch, being called foolish, lowered his head, not feeling insulted, but rather a warmth in his heart. His Master’s words were gentle and warm, like a spring nourishing the dry, cracked earth.
“Master…”
Knasch had never felt that this casual address was so sacred.
For He Yue, whether Knasch was a mindless toy or a submissive slave, it made no difference. But for Knasch, whether He Yue was a user of a toy or the fox’s Master, it was a world of difference.
He had always been a tool, a tool without a choice, a test subject, a killing tool.
But He Yue was willing to give him a choice, to rethink the meaning of consciousness and his own existence.
“I don’t know what to do… no one has ever taught me…” Knasch looked at the ground dejectedly, his tail drooping, no longer wagging. “Master, no one has ever taught me how to be Master’s fox, I only know how to use techniques to heighten your lust, to make you comfortable…”
He Yue glanced at him and chuckled. “I haven’t seen you learn anything.”
“Wha, what…” Knasch was visibly flustered, this doubt making him desperate to prove himself. “I… I often asked to use props during training. To practice my mouth, I know how to make you comfortable… my ass too, it’s very good without any conditioning!”
He reached for He Yue’s clothes, wriggling on the wooden frame, almost falling off.
“Little fox, how many strikes do you think you’ll get for pulling on Master’s clothes? Want to try?”
Knasch’s hand froze in mid-air, then he quickly retracted it. He himself felt ridiculous, so provoked by He Yue’s words that he only thought of proving himself, not realizing how inappropriate his behavior was.
His fingers touched Knasch’s lips, gently stroking them. The fox, who had been speaking so freely, was now ashamed after being reminded by his Master.
“Mouth?”
Knasch shook his head.
“Then why are you so confident that I’ll be comfortable?”
“Rating, the props can record data, the experimenters can rate it, I’ve never failed.”
The thought that this could be rated like an exam made He Yue laugh. “Are you proud of that?”
“If I can’t even do this, then the fox is truly useless.” Knasch considered this his professional duty, a function a toy should have.
“Who set the standard, who decided what was passing?”
Knasch froze for a moment and replied, “The experimenters used data…”
“Wrong, fox.” He Yue pressed his lips. “Here, even if you score high in this ridiculous test, if I say you fail, you fail.”
He chuckled. “Likewise, even if you’re a clumsy novice, if I say you pass, you pass.”
I am your Master.
He Yue didn’t say these words out loud, but the fox understood.
Hearing this, the fox’s ears perked up, as if he had grasped a lifeline, a way to prove himself.
“Then can Master rate me?”
This fox, so eager to please, was truly foolish and interesting.
“What are you thinking? Do you think Master’s cock is something you can have whenever you want, taste whenever you want?” He Yue shattered his fantasy. “You’re not worthy yet, little fox.”
Knasch’s head became a messy nest, and He Yue still hadn’t let go of his ears.
“Master… please…” The fox, eager to prove himself, pleaded softly.
“No, you haven’t told me yet if you want to go back to that iron cage.” He Yue took a thin blanket from the studio sofa and threw it to Knasch. “Clean yourself up. When I come to give you your thirty strikes tomorrow, tell me your answer.”
After He Yue left, the studio returned to silence. Knasch remained on the wooden frame, frozen. He wrapped the thin blanket tightly around himself, covering his body, only his head exposed.
He was in a daze for a while, then pulled the blanket up, covering his head as well, only a pair of fox ears sticking out.
Master…
Knasch heard his own heartbeat, feeling for the first time that he was a real, living fox, with a heartbeat, breath, blood, and thoughts.
The wooden rod lay quietly on the ground, without a heartbeat, without breath, without blood, without thought.
He reached for it, falling off the wooden frame, the sound echoing through the studio.
He didn’t even notice the pain of the fall. Knasch hugged the wooden rod, curling up in the blanket.
Was he born with a heartbeat and thoughts?
Knasch hugged the wooden rod his Master had hit him with.
Why did he feel that his heartbeat wasn’t created by his creator, but given to him by his Master?
[Knasch, 30%.]
(What is this fox doing?)
He Yue had been watching the screen for the umpteenth time. The fox in the studio was blowing his tail fur with a hairdryer, countless times a day, never letting go of the hairdryer.
The image on the screen was very clear, and white fox fur could be seen floating in the air, the fluffy tail blown in the opposite direction by the warm air, making it incredibly fluffy.
This behavior was childish and amusing. He Yue knew this fox realized his Master liked fluffy tails, and he also knew this was his unique advantage, so he was trying to make his tail fluffy and warm to please his Master.
He Yue pushed open the studio door, the whirring of the hairdryer filling the room.
The door closed, and the fox’s ears perked up. Knasch turned off the hairdryer, put the wooden rod in his mouth, and crawled to He Yue on all fours, kneeling obediently at his feet.
The fluffy tail, blown by the hairdryer, wagged behind him, drawing He Yue’s gaze to the white fluff.
He Yue grabbed the wagging fox tail, the warmth of the fur immediately transferring to his hand. The clean, warm tail felt incredibly soft, and as He Yue played with it, he looked down and met the blue eyes pleading for praise.
“The tail is beautiful.” He Yue flattened his fox ears, noticing that they were also clean and well-groomed.
The fox’s attitude was very good, and He Yue was pleased.
He took the wooden rod and lifted Knasch’s chin with the end.
“Hands on your ankles, head up, chest out.”
The clean fox had no bloodstains on him, no scars on his body. The excruciating pain seemed to have never really happened. Only at this moment did He Yue feel that this fox, who had endured countless painful trainings, was still a blank slate.
A blank slate very suitable for painting.
His sadistic desires arose, and the wooden rod in He Yue’s hand came down without mercy. The muscles in front were definitely not as thick as those in the back, and the rod easily hit the bone, causing a dull, throbbing pain.
An experienced animal trainer should pay attention to where the rod lands, to avoid injuring the bones and muscles, which could lead to a hundred days of recovery at best, and permanent disability at worst.
But before He Yue was a monster.
He was a monster whose severed throat could heal at a visible speed.
“Don’t move.”
The rod landed squarely on his ribs, then his chest, his arms, even his abdomen and penis. He Yue’s force was incredibly precise, every strike hitting its target, then quickly dissipating.
Knasch’s kneeling posture immediately became unstable, his hands bracing against the floor, his back covered in cold sweat.
His tears were from pure pain. After a sharp pain in his abdomen, it slowly subsided under his hyper-healing ability, the nausea that had welled up also quickly dissipating.
“Mas… Master…”
The words of plea were swallowed after a few rounds. Knasch’s lips were pale, and He Yue appeared as several overlapping figures before him, then merged into one.
He Yue paused, the raised wooden rod falling. He knew his rod had landed on a very vital spot, and he also knew that Knasch wouldn’t be seriously injured.
He knew the limits, knew that he was dealing with a fox, not anyone else, so he dared to strike hard.
“Knasch.”
Knasch, hearing his name, came back to his senses and quickly corrected his posture, his hands on his ankles. The pain and wounds on his body were slowly disappearing, yet they seemed to spread, from a line to a patch.
He Yue’s wooden rod lifted his chin, the end pressing against his throat.
“Master…” Knasch carefully studied He Yue’s eyes, trying to find a hint in his calm, deep gaze, like whether he should cry out in pain or plead for mercy.
“When you can’t take it anymore, call my name.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, moving the wooden rod against his throat. Knasch couldn’t believe what he had just heard, repeating the casual words countless times in his mind.
Name.
He Yue knew he wouldn’t be seriously injured, and Knasch also knew he wouldn’t be seriously injured. He had endured more pain and injuries before…
No one had ever told him that he had the right to call a stop.
He wasn’t a tool, at least not in He Yue’s eyes.
“I understand… I understand, Master.”
A single sentence from He Yue made the confused fox’s eyes well up with tears. He chuckled helplessly, a gentle look in his eyes.
“Don’t call out randomly, only when you can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, Master, I understand.”
Whether he called out or not was no longer important. For Knasch, He Yue’s name now had a deeper, more profound meaning.
The sound of the wooden rod whistled through the studio, leaving marks of varying depths on Knasch’s body, some fresh, some already beginning to heal.
Besides the fox’s pleasant moans and pained sobs, He Yue didn’t hear any other sounds. Even when the rod landed on his vulnerable penis, making the fox shudder and cry out, He Yue didn’t hear his name.
During the last five strikes, He Yue paused.
“Still can’t take it?”
Cold sweat, hot sweat, and tears flew. Knasch couldn’t even cry out, only nodding continuously. He gripped his ankles tightly, not moving, presenting himself to He Yue as best he could, so he could strike more easily.
“Very obedient, last five.”
He Yue said, raising his hand and striking.
He could feel the difference.
Compared to not daring to resist out of fear, he preferred to see his slave not wanting to resist because he wanted to please him, not wanting to disappoint him.
Obedience and submission were much more fun than a punching bag.
Even though the fox was so obedient, He Yue didn’t hold back, giving him all thirty strikes.
“Very obedient today, have you figured it out?”
Knasch nodded repeatedly. He had figured it all out. He wanted to be his Master’s fox, not just a sex tool.
“I want to serve Master with my mind and thoughts, to respond to Master’s expectations and commands, not just a mindless tool.” His Master’s satisfied chuckle was the sweetest reward Knasch had ever received.
“Master, is there any candy today?” Knasch, seeing that He Yue was in a good mood, playfully asked.
He Yue extended his hand, his fingers red from gripping the wooden rod so tightly, his palm slightly sweaty, almost gleaming under the studio lights.
“Let’s go out and eat candy with Master, fox.”
Knasch suppressed a shudder, more excited than when he had been hit. He reached for He Yue’s hand, pausing just as his palm was about to cover it.
He brought his tail over and placed it on He Yue’s hand.
He Yue, though puzzled, was amused. “What are you doing?”
Knasch gently brushed He Yue’s palm with his tail, the fluffy fur sweeping over it again and again.
“Wiping Master’s sweat.”
Knasch carefully wiped He Yue’s sweat with his clean tail, making his palm feel warm and tingly.
“It’s already very clean.” He Yue leaned closer and patted his tail in return.
“There’s more here.”
Knasch, taking advantage of He Yue leaning in, knelt up and rubbed the tip of his tail against He Yue’s chin. He was wiping his Master’s sweat, the sweat that had formed from punishing him with the wooden rod.
His smooth chin, his slender neck, and his flushed cheeks from the exertion.
He Yue, surprisingly, didn’t refuse, probably because the soft fur felt really good against his skin, more comfortable than a towel. The azure eyes were like mirrors, reflecting only He Yue.
Only He Yue.
The tail rested on He Yue’s neck, even more daring. Knasch quietly leaned closer to He Yue, almost touching his face, the tip of his tail also touching the gland on the back of his neck.
He Yue groaned and grabbed the mischievous tail.
“You don’t have a needle hidden in this tail, do you?”
It had been a while since the fox had had any male insect gland blood, and he had been suppressing his instincts with willpower and He Yue’s skillful beatings. Now, being so close to He Yue, he could vaguely smell a faint floral scent, and he couldn’t help but want to get closer, to take a bite out of He Yue.
“No… no needle.”
The fox’s tail was in He Yue’s hand, and he couldn’t break free.
He Yue released his tail and stood up. “Get dressed and come to my room.”
Knasch put on a shirt, feeling a bit strange wearing clothes after so long. He pinched his ears, wondering if he had become too animalistic lately.
When he knocked and entered He Yue’s room, there was an open first-aid kit on the bed.
He Yue had changed into a loose robe, the same one the fox had seen him in through the camera.
The old scene replayed, and Knasch’s gaze kept drifting to He Yue’s waist, as if trying to see through the silk fabric to the pale skin beneath.
“What, is it familiar?” He Yue chuckled, knowing exactly what the fox was looking at.
Knasch pulled his ears down, covering his eyes in a futile attempt to hide his embarrassment. “No. Master is beautiful, so I’m looking a few more times.”
“Stop with the nonsense, come here.”
He Yue took a box of alcohol swabs and a syringe from the first-aid kit and tossed them to Knasch. “Taking gland blood, you’ve done this many times, right? Make it quick.”
“Mas, Master…?”
Knasch clutched the syringe, looking at He Yue in disbelief, trying to discern if he was being serious.
In the insect world, taking blood from a male insect’s gland was as serious as taking semen from their cock. Knasch knew he had committed a serious crime, but when it came to He Yue, it felt completely different.
He Yue, the transmigrator, wasn’t bound by these rules. He just saw it as a shot in the neck, not a big deal.
“Otherwise, I’ll go, I’ll go and get…” Knasch hesitated, his usually skilled movements with the needle now clumsy and uncertain because the target was He Yue.
He Yue crossed his arms and leaned against the window. “Didn’t I say you were going to be my fox? Get rid of your assassin habits. If I find out you’re causing trouble behind my back, killing indiscriminately, I won’t spare you.”
He walked over and pulled the fox’s ears back. “From now on, follow my rules. If you mess up, you’ll be punished.”
“I understand…” Knasch felt his scalp tingle, but he still couldn’t bring himself to stick the needle into He Yue’s gland. “Then… what about bonding? After bonding, I won’t need gland blood, semen will be enough… a needle in the gland is very painful, would Master rather be in pain than bond with the fox…”
He Yue pulled his fox ears even harder, making the fox cry out.
“Didn’t I say before? You’re not worthy of enjoying Master’s cock yet.”
He knew the fox’s intention was to spare him the pain, but the relationship between a fox and its Master wasn’t that of a bed partner, and this reward wasn’t given out lightly.
He never rushed to enjoy a prey that he hadn’t personally conditioned to his satisfaction.
In the fox’s pleading gaze, He Yue said slowly:
“Besides, I haven’t thought about bonding with you yet.”
The title “Master” was always used to restrain Knasch, not He Yue.
Knasch, hearing the unexpected answer, visibly deflated, his eyes downcast, staring at the floor.
A single “I haven’t thought about bonding with you yet” was enough to make the fox’s heart ache with a dull pain.
He hadn’t been acknowledged by his Master.
The confidence built on his so-called experience and skills cracked, and Knasch recalled all his transgressions from the first time they met, falling into a deeper self-blame.
From shooting He Yue in the shoulder to now taking gland blood from him, he had never done anything for his Master.
“Before I change my mind, I suggest you do it quickly. Otherwise, without gland blood, you’ll have to endure it yourself.”
“Yes… I know I was wrong!”
The fox admitted his mistake quickly. He gently brushed He Yue’s hair forward and pulled down his collar, exposing the gland. His gaze lingered greedily on the pale skin, and he gently dabbed it with an alcohol swab.
The cool swab against the sensitive gland made He Yue shudder slightly, his brow furrowing.
Knasch swallowed, carefully inserting the needle into He Yue’s skin. He was very familiar with this, whether it was secretly taking blood from a strange male insect or taking it with permission from a male insect in the organization, he had never cared about their feelings.
Could their pain be worse than what he had endured in the lab?
But seeing He Yue frown, he felt a pang of heartache and guilt.
Master, originally, didn’t have to do this.
Knasch held the syringe, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
His Master didn’t have to do this. He could have just grabbed any male insect friend, or let him risk his life to steal gland blood.
“Master…”
He Yue didn’t feel much pain, just a slight, uncomfortable heat from the gland being linked to sex. He turned his head and saw Knasch’s teary eyes, a look of someone who had received a great blessing, and couldn’t help but find it amusing.
He felt it was no different from getting a vaccine.
“Alright, let’s make a clean break with the past. Whether you were an assassin or a test subject, from now on, you’re my fox.”
He Yue ruffled his surprisingly comforting ears and said casually.
“I will definitely pass the test as soon as possible, so that Master will be willing to bond with me… so Master won’t have to suffer like this…”
“Hmm?” He Yue looked at the fox, who was wiping his tears with his tail, puzzled.
Humans don’t understand the logic of foxes.
(I just thought it would be inconvenient to turn my head and blindly stick a needle in the back of my neck.)
[Knasch, 35%.]
Hmm, even more confused.
