Chapter 2 doing “Good boy…”

As soon as Feppos finished speaking, Vincent's eyes turned incredibly dark, the corners of his eyes turning crimson, and his originally elegant and noble expression transformed into an extremely aggressive and ruthless one.

He stared intently at the Fibonacci on his body.

Fipos smiled at him with unusual enthusiasm, a smile that was truly stunning.

Vison's gaze ignited his competitive spirit; he smiled defiantly, drawing him in and merging with him.

Vison possesses a natural talent.

He didn't say a word, but his movements were neither less nor slower.

It's hard to imagine that he has such explosive power and stamina.

It's a really healthy male insect, it feels so good.

Having shed his usual false mask, Fabers enjoyed himself while sighing with admiration.

Fipos swept his long, white hair, which was in the way, behind him and tilted his head back with a carefree air.

Before long, he couldn't resist leaning down and kissing the lips he had just gently caressed, lips that seemed perfect for kissing at first glance.

Vison felt that what he was touching wasn't just hair, but rather the blood vessels in his brain and heart that he wanted to watch explode with a smile until blood splattered all over him before he was satisfied.

Phibos's proactive kiss burned away all his reason. He reached out his long, slender, white hand and pressed his head down hard, sucking all the air from Phibos's mouth.

"No...don't take a deep breath...um...take a deep breath, my legs are weak." Feibosi weakly pressed his hands against his chest, his breathing was so disordered that it was unbelievable. His already deep and hoarse voice was now so low that it was hard to hear. He was a little breathless from being kissed.

"Are you an idiot? You can't even breathe properly?" Vinson panted slightly, and smiled defiantly at Fepos, just as Fepos had provoked him earlier.

"Ha." Faced with such low-level ridicule, Phipps decided to pretend he was deaf and not hear it.

In his current state, it's difficult for him to argue with the male insect anymore. Under the influence of the male insect's pheromones, his body has already surrendered and submitted to the male insect.

Fipos ignored his initial shyness and completely let himself go.

After all, he knew that when he regained his senses and saw it again, it might be the corpse of a male insect, so he decided to completely let go and indulge himself this time.

What a pity, it seems to be a very unique male insect.

Well, none of the things that annoyed him before are there anymore.

Fipos gently stroked Vison's face, his vision wavering due to the turbulence. He squinted comfortably, his field of vision filled only with a bright red.

Vison felt as if a micro-current was flowing through the places where Feibos had touched him; it was both itchy and numb, making it unbearable.

He took a deep breath, pressed down hard on the back of the person on top of him, and the two of them switched positions.

Vison saw the shock and unpreparedness of the sudden attack on Feibos, and smiled smugly at him, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye becoming alluring and seductive with his expression.

Both were inexperienced and hot-tempered. The taste of blood spread between their lips, and because they were so forceful, the taste of blood also spread from other places.

"Does it hurt?" Vison, who was always described as as cold as the machine in his hands, showed a rare and unfamiliar tenderness toward his partner, which surprised even himself.

Partner, his partner.

Is that right? If you're doing this kind of thing, then you must be partners, right?

Vincent savored the feeling, finding it somewhat unfamiliar yet also strangely delightful.

"Phew...it doesn't hurt." The subdued Feibos now obediently placed his face in Vinson's outstretched hand, like a tamed wolf with its claws removed, no longer sharp and aggressive, but docile and docile.

Vincent was slightly stunned, and for a moment he felt as if a small part of his heart had collapsed. This person boldly and recklessly walked in and made his home there.

This realization thrilled him; what he had longed for as a child seemed to be taking shape in this new place.

His partner.

his.

A wife who fell from the sky.

He accepted.

It's his.

His home.

Vison's dark eyes seemed to be set ablaze, the flames transforming all reason into action.

As his mood rose, his movements became more intense, and the glacial pheromones permeated the entire cave, so thick that Feibos felt as if he had been thrown into a snowy wilderness.

The snow and ice didn't make him feel cold; instead, they soothed his fever.

"Ugh, oh, slower." Fepos felt his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and his words were slowly choked with sobs. At a certain point, he let out a whimpering scream.

"Orange flavor? Why does it smell like orange?" Vincent heard Feppos's scream and was about to stop when a refreshing orange scent drew all his attention away.

This is not the smell of ordinary oranges. It's hard for Vincent to describe the ultimate attraction of this orange flavor to him. It's the kind of orange flavor that makes him want to bite into this juicy, just-ripened orange and let all the juice inside burst out, so that he can swallow every last drop.

And that's exactly what he did.

He viciously intensified the movement he had stopped earlier, ignoring the other person's pleas for mercy and even their tears, demanding that they hand over the oranges that had tempted him so irresistibly.

But the other party refused to hand it over, so he had to search for it himself. He used his teeth to search, not letting go of any inch of it.

Finally, his brows relaxed.

It turns out that this orange had transformed into a person and was trying to hide it from him.

As punishment, once he finds it, this seemingly juicy and ripe orange will be licked and swallowed by him, peel and all.

Sure enough, the orange was just as delicious and juicy as he had imagined.

Vincent was extremely satisfied, his obsidian eyes shining with joy. He narrowed his eyes contentedly, and even his cold pheromones began to soften, clearly indicating his master's satisfaction with the hospitality.

Fipos was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes.

He wouldn't be put down from his high place; the man was still fixated on the orange and wouldn't give up until he handed it over.

There were no oranges, that was the smell of his pheromones.

Extremely high-level female pheromones can also arouse males, but extremely high-level females only produce pheromones that can be clearly smelled when they are extremely excited.

The pheromones that had just been charging around had entered his lunar vent, and he couldn't control his excitement, causing his pheromones to leak out, which attracted a male insect that was extremely craving oranges.

No matter how much he begged for mercy, the other party insisted that he had stolen the oranges, and his teeth and soft tongue searched every part of his body, giving special attention to the areas with a stronger orange smell.

Under such treatment, his whole body convulsed and trembled violently.

He struggled to break free but was dragged back. He could only beg for mercy in a low voice, but it seemed to make the other person's eyes brighter, as if they had found a new amusement. Their smile grew wider and wider, and so did their actions.

He regretted it.

He overestimated himself; if things continue like this, who knows who will die first?

After another bout of unconsciousness and wakefulness, Phipps felt a sense of fear, a strange and unfamiliar fear.

Unlike the fear of danger felt by people on the battlefield due to the flames of war, this is the fear of dying in a different kind of bliss.

"My lord, please, I can't take it anymore." Fipos uttered the words he thought he would never utter in his entire life. His already swollen eyes were filled with physiological tears as he looked pitifully at the knife-wielder, hoping that the knife-wielder would spare the other swollen area.

Fipos's shout briefly brought Vincent back to his senses. Vincent frowned in confusion at the first part of the address, but that didn't stop him from understanding the meaning of the second half of the sentence.

Having experienced such extreme pleasure for the first time, Vison didn't want it to end. He wanted to act as if he hadn't heard anything, as was his usual self, and continue with his work.

But reason reminded him that this was his beautiful wife, whom he had just acquired, so he slowed down and patiently negotiated with Feibosi: "Sweetie, let's do it again, just once, okay? Remember, you wanted to at first too, you seduced me first, you wanted to."

"I can't, my lord, I really..." Before Feibos could finish speaking, he was kissed on the lips by Vincent, and wet saliva dripped down between his lips, like some kind of liquid.

Vison blocked what he didn't want to hear, pretending to be deaf and dumb while secretly speeding up.

Fipos was forced into a new storm.

Before losing consciousness, Phipps vaguely thought that this male insect was actually talking to him like a good boy and even coaxing him.

Aren't male insects all rude and aggressive?

However, he no longer had the energy to think about it and figure it out, since he hadn't even figured out why the male insect had such good stamina.

Normally, male insects need to use whips or other tools to play with the tall, strong, and stiff female insects in bed. I've never heard of anything like this...

Moreover, the pheromones smell cool, but also very gentle.

Fipos gets lost again amidst the turbulence and icy plains.

His mind was filled with endless euphoria, all his thoughts were controlled by the person behind him, who seemed to have everything over him, and he had no choice but to submit and cooperate.

He was kissed until he was suffocating by the man holding his chin, and his ankles were grabbed and forced open wider. His physiological tears were carefully licked away by the man's tongue.

"What's your name?" In his dazed state, Fepos felt him gently kiss his lips and asked with a strong sense of reassurance.

“Fibos, Feibos Gesilian,” he heard himself respond weakly and obediently.

“Visen*Il, my name is Visen.” Visen licked his bright red lips.

The insect, Fepox, had become extremely docile, its eyes unfocused, and its entire body flushed red, which even its black fur couldn't conceal, as if it had completely lost its self-awareness.

Vincent's eyes darkened further. He lowered his head, trying to coax gently, "Sweetie, honey, let's do this one last time, okay?"

Phibos's ability to think had long been stripped away. He was so overwhelmed by the gentle scent and strong pheromones that his body nodded before his mind.

By the time he realized what he had agreed to, it was too late; the person on top of him had already seized the opportunity to start a new round.

In the very end, time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and he longed for the “last time” that Vincent had uttered countless times to truly be the last time.

Although Feibos had no experience in this area, he had spent many years in the army and had heard the female insects gossip about trivial matters during their leisure time.

Isn't it said that after the event, the female insect should help the tired male insect clean itself?

General Febus, known as the "Imperial Weapon" and invincible, trembled and gasped for breath.

I am probably a disgrace to the female insect world.

Just before he fainted, Phipps thought, trembling.

A note from the author:

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During the reading process, you may encounter situations where it is difficult to distinguish between humans and insects. Please understand that the author has done their best.

This is the author's wild and unrestrained work, so please don't take it too seriously, my dears (heart).