Master of Masters 98

Chapter 98: Not a Dog Leash [Mo Lfei, ???%]…

“For a little dog who has trouble controlling himself, the master should always give a little help.” A new restraint was tied to his brother, the faint mechanical whirring hidden beneath the flesh. Mo Lfei, by command, sat on the high painting stool and caught He Yue, who had jumped into his arms.

Everything was just like when they were little.

The young He Yue, faced with the dull and tedious basic painting exercises, would practice his linework on the canvas with a pencil, always displeased like a normal child.

Children naturally couldn’t handle boring and uninteresting practice. Staring at the neat horizontal and vertical lines, all they could think about were their new, expensive toys.

Most of the time, his brother would let him play, and only when he was tired of playing would he pick up the paintbrush. Before that, he would help He Yue prevaricate with his ambitious father.

His brother would carefully guard his beautiful and happy childhood, growing up under the complex rules of the nobility.

He Yue had to be coaxed by his brother to pick up a pencil and, stroke by stroke, tame his trembling hand that couldn’t draw a straight line. He would often sit in his brother’s lap, his back pressed against his brother’s broad chest, and only when he had gained enough security and satisfaction would he be willing to draw.

Just like now, he was sitting in his brother’s lap, just like when he was a child.

Only this embrace was not as stable as in his childhood. Now it was trembling violently, and when He Yue looked down, he could see his brother’s hand clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand showing a faint color through his skin.

He painted with peace of mind, and his brother, on the contrary, became the restless one.

The effects of the ginger paste hadn’t diminished at all, and Mo Lfei’s sweat dripped from his forehead. He wrapped his arms around He Yue’s waist, pulling the thin waist into his embrace.

The air was filled with the alluring scent of flowers, and the complementary scent of fresh grass. The pheromones of two male insects, which should have been repulsive to each other, were different because Mo Lfei had undergone countless failed modifications, making his pheromones slightly different from other male insects.

Like his brother himself, his pheromones had the faint, fresh scent of grass, cradling the floral scent in his hand, willingly playing a supporting role.

Whether it was his painting career, his profession at the Castle, or the conquest after transmigration, his brother was the older one, but he was also the unwavering follower by his master’s side.

“What does Teacher Mo think of my painting?”

He Yue, going too far, leaned back completely into the trembling embrace and pointed to the painting on the canvas. His “Teacher Mo” made his brother’s face turn red enough to bleed.

This forbidden sense of shame became even more obvious, and the feeling of role-playing made his brother feel extremely embarrassed, yet he was uncontrollably excited.

The paintbrush in He Yue’s hand was a more useful tool than any other in the studio.

The hard tip of the brush poked Mo Lfei’s face, the paint-stained bristles soaked in cold water, and with a light press, the cold brush-washing water flowed down his brother’s cheek and down his trembling neck.

His brother was about to lose it.

“Very, very good, Xiao Yue painted very well.”

Mo Lfei entered the role with surprising speed, not disappointing He Yue at all. His emotional response was very fast, yet he was forcibly suppressed by a stopper.

That feeling of suppression made him clearly understand his identity.

Even if He Yue called him “teacher,” he was just a dog.

As He Yue’s painting mentor, he was in front of a painting, fantasizing about his master, and was being punished for not having any passionate reaction. In this positive feedback loop, he was almost going to break here.

He Yue sneered, knowing full well that his brother hadn’t looked at the painting carefully at all, but was just trying to placate him with words.

His brother was being tormented so much now that he couldn’t spare any energy to appreciate his masterpiece.

“Bro, you’re just perfunctory to me…”

He Yue leaned against his brother’s shoulder, his voice drawn out in dissatisfaction, a look that said “don’t even think about perfunctory-ing me.”

“I… I was wrong, Master… I’ll be good.”

Mo Lfei gently patted He Yue’s waist, soothing his displeasure, and finally gathered his spirits to look at the painting.

He was as obedient as a well-behaved large dog.

“The structure… hmm, it’s novel, this painting method…”

It was really difficult for Mo Lfei, and he praised the few strokes He Yue had painted so casually. But his reason was being messed with by the machine, and he had to separate a little of his reason to satisfy He Yue’s request.

His CPU was about to burn out.

He Yue couldn’t help but laugh, just like when he had successfully teased his brother when he was young.

He pointed to his brother’s chin, and when he tilted his head back, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his smooth facial lines like an exquisite extraction.

“Brother, when you used to hold me and watch me paint, did you have any improper thoughts?” Mo Lfei’s gaze shifted from the painting to He Yue’s face.

“Master’s hands… are particularly beautiful…”

Whether this hand was holding a paintbrush or a whip, it was a rare work of art.

He Yue straightened his fingers and held them in front of him. On the outside of his slender little finger, there was a little bit of dried paint.

“Brother…”

Brother, with great perception, held his wrist.

He licked it carefully with the tip of his tongue, re-wetting the dried paint, and then licked it clean.

“Brother, only a very good dog will lick its master’s hand.”

Mo Lfei’s eyes were moist, partly from the mechanical vibration, and partly from He Yue’s teasing.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he repeated softly, “I am Master’s very good dog.” He carefully licked He Yue’s hand with his wet tongue until there was no trace of paint left.

“I received a message from Kano saying that there’s a troublemaking male insect at the Castle and they want you to carry out the punishment.” He Yue said, his wet fingers brushing against his brother’s face.

“Yes…” Mo Lfei nuzzled his hand affectionately. “Does Master agree to let me go?” Kano was the only insect in the entire insect race who knew the truth about their relationship.

He knew He Yue’s rules, and when he sent Mo Lfei an invitation, he didn’t forget to send one to He Yue.

“I agree, but…”

He Yue stood up from his arms, and the feeling of a full embrace was gone.

“Brother goes to carry out the punishment, but don’t forget, whose dog you are.” A thick red rope was threaded through the buckle designed on the front of the collar, and then skillfully wrapped around Mo Lfei’s body. Rope art was also He Yue’s specialty, and he had shown it on stage not long after he came to the insect race.

“Take this with you, brother.”

He Yue tied a knot and admired his masterpiece.

He was looking forward to this punishment process, looking forward to the body bound under the enforcer’s clothes.

“Brother, when the rope chafes your skin while you’re wielding the whip, and it hurts, don’t forget your master.” Mo Lfei lowered his eyes and nodded, putting on his decent clothes one by one.

The rope was very tight, so tight that with just one movement, he could feel every chafe of the rope, trying to break his skin, pressing on his blood vessels.

At this moment, he finally understood the weight of He Yue’s “He Yue taught brother how to wield a whip and be a dog.”

All the insects who saw Mo Lfei wielding a whip at the Castle would think he was the master leading the dog. Only under the enforcer’s clothes, the hidden rope, showed that this high-spirited enforcer was actually just his master’s dog.

What He Yue wanted was just the feeling that everyone thought his brother was a master, but in reality, his brother was kneeling for love.

[Mo Lfei, ???%]

Mo Lfei opened the studio door and came face to face with Wien, who had been pacing outside for a long time.

“Your Excellency… it’s already very late, does Master want to have dinner with Your Excellency?” Wien frowned unnaturally.

This male insect’s pheromones were a bit too pungent.

He was a bonded female insect, and his reaction to a strange male insect’s pheromones was more of rejection.

This made him even more certain of Mo Lfei’s identity, and he firmly believed in the title “male insect friend.”

In his native insect world view, two male insects releasing pheromones in the same room were more likely to be competing.

Of course, under Wien’s trust, under Mo Lfei’s impeccable clothes, was a rope that was tightly pressed against his skin, and a restraint that was forcibly suppressing his emotions.

His neck was an unnatural red, and Wien was still convinced that this was the result of a pheromone confrontation.

He Yue saw at a glance that his big golden retriever was incredibly slow.

“Then let’s have dinner together.” He Yue spoke, and Mo Lfei of course had to stay.

His brother’s movements as he picked up the food were particularly unnatural, and the two completely different gazes made him feel like he was on pins and needles.

He Yue’s teasing gaze was like it could see through his clothes, to the body bound by the rope, which was in a state of unspeakable excitement.

As for Wien’s gaze, it was always with a clear curiosity, and a puzzled look. The big golden retriever was constantly wavering between doubt and belief, staring at Mo Lfei until his hair stood on end.

After dinner, Wien took out an electronic thermometer from the first-aid kit and politely handed it to Mo Lfei.

“Your Excellency, do you need to go to the hospital?”

Mo Lfei awkwardly took the thermometer from Wien’s hand, really embarrassed to say that this was all his master’s doing.

“No need, I… I’ll be fine after a little rest.”

He received He Yue’s permission and almost fled.

The grassy scent in the room gradually faded, and Wien finally recovered from the discomfort. He leaned closer to He Yue, his face a little pale.

“What’s wrong?” He Yue cupped his face and asked.

“That male insect’s pheromones are so strong, little dog… is not feeling well…” The male insect Wien was talking about was aroused, and his pheromones were naturally pouring out.

He Yue chuckled softly, took a step forward, wrapped his arms around Wien’s waist, and pressed against his chest.

This doggy’s body, because of the accompanying female insect’s genetic imprint, because of the bonding, because of the mental imprint, was covered with He Yue’s name everywhere.

…It was already He Yue’s shape.

“Let me give you a whiff of floral scent.” He Yue patted the little dog’s head.

Wien went too far and nuzzled the back of He Yue’s neck, greedily breathing in the air mixed with the floral scent.

His master’s scent made him feel much, much better… that sense of belonging and security swept away all the discomfort brought by the strange male insect’s pheromones.

“Master and his male insect friend together, you don’t have time for your dog anymore.”

Even though Wien thought they hadn’t done anything, he was still quite upset that Mo Lfei had taken up He Yue’s time, and he had kicked over the vinegar jar.

Only this kick happened to hit the real vinegar jar.

“What are you competing with a male insect for?” He Yue asked knowingly.

“I shouldn’t…” Wien just used this as an excuse to compete for He Yue’s favor. “But he took up so much of Master’s time. Tonight, can little dog sleep with Master?” The big Wien lowered his posture and asked cautiously.

“Alright, tonight Master will sleep with little dog.”