Chapter 26, Chapter 28: A Full Meal "I don't like it..."

"I don't like it anymore."

What's the use of liking someone? It only makes you miserable, it only brings arguments, it only lets the other person trample on your heart again, and it only makes you helplessly angry after being rejected.

What's the point of telling him you like him?

Vison gripped Fipos's chin even tighter, looking at him with endless gloom in his eyes.

This insect's heart is as if it were poured with molten iron; liking it cannot move him. Perhaps only by locking him up or turning him back into the form he lost his memory and only knew how to depend on him can he keep him obediently by his side forever.

Fipos's chin was being squeezed and his head was being forced up. His eyes were wet, as if from the lingering effects of the lovemaking they had just had, but it didn't seem like it was.

His expectant eyes dimmed, like shattered red glass thrown into a dark and gloomy warehouse.

Sure enough, he didn't want him anymore.

The axe that had been hanging over his heart finally fell, shattering his newly realized heart into pieces.

It hurts; it feels like my heart has been torn into so many pieces.

It was a thousand times more painful than the wounds sustained on the battlefield, a thousand times more painful than a mental upheaval. The pain made him curl up silently, desperately trying to alleviate the pain even in the slightest.

Vison was hurt by his even more pained expression.

Why are you making that expression?

Isn't this what he wanted to hear?!

Why is he dissatisfied with everything? He said everything he wanted, so why is he still not satisfied?

Why do you have to look so sad? Can't you just smile at him?

A wave of anxiety and irritation washed over Vison.

What exactly do we want?

Why can't you just tell him directly? Why put on that expression? Are you sure he'll keep softening his heart towards you?

“You’re really hard to please.” Vison looked down at him, his dark eyes seemingly devoid of any light, ignoring the trembling and hurt that Feibos felt upon hearing his words.

If you're not satisfied, then do it.

Once you start doing it, you won't think about it so much.

"There is indeed water."

Vison's face was cold, and his eyes were cold as he put his hand back where Fipos had just guided him.

I probed it briefly a few times.

Once it was determined that it was within the limits that Feibos could bear, he disregarded everything else.

Gone was his earlier tenderness; he became fierce.

His expression, his posture... everything about him was fierce.

It is said that the most intimate contact is the expression of love to the extreme, love that overflows.

Vison thought that what they were now should be considered hatred.

Yes, how could he forget that he hated him?

How could he forget, amidst some sweet words that seemed to express affection, that his hatred was about to overflow?

But if hatred can be remembered, and if Felipe can feel even the slightest bit of his hatred, then hatred is acceptable.

“Sometimes I really hate you, you know?” Vison’s movements were ruthless.

I hate that you pushed me away again and again, I hate that you approached me and then left me, I hate that you always made me do things that made me misunderstand, and I hate that you made me repeat the same mistakes time and time again.

Before Feibos could react, he was pushed off the sofa by Vison and fell onto the soft carpet, where he was completely covered.

Fipos frowned.

There is some pain.

But she still tried her best to stretch her body.

accept.

Obediently cooperated with Vinson.

Vison told him to lie down, and he obediently lay down.

To be honest, this situation made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The discomfort stemmed largely from the fact that he couldn't see Vison's face; he longed to see it, desperately wanted to.

But now he could only hear his own slightly cold voice.

"Does it hurt? It hurts too."

Fipos only thought that he had hurt him.

Upon hearing this, she lowered her back even further.

Try harder to relax.

This makes it more convenient for Vison.

Her pale, thin lips parted slightly, her face flushed with a mixture of obedience and desire, along with emotions that Vincent couldn't decipher.

Vison paused for a moment when he saw him like that.

Looking at it this way, it seems that Feibos has become his plaything, and he no longer has the spirited demeanor of an imperial general.

But he didn't like seeing this kind of Fibonacci, even though it made him particularly aroused. He only wanted to enjoy it as a pastime and didn't want to actually see this worm break his pride.

"What's wrong?" Feppos sensed his pause and turned to ask.

But before he could turn his head, Vincent grabbed his neck and chin, firmly controlling him.

"He only pretends to be obedient at times like this." Vinson's voice came through gritted teeth, then became even louder.

It seemed he wanted to teach this "culprit" who had repeatedly toyed with his heart a lesson he would never forget.

The carotid artery throbbed in his thin, slightly cool hand; his neck was held firmly in his grasp, life and death hanging in the balance.

The entire insect now belonged to him, its body and soul stripped away, and it submitted to him.

Phibes never imagined that one day he would let an insect hold his lifeline, and that he would not only not resist but also feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

Let him be controlled like this. He is willing to give you everything he has, willing to offer his whole being, body and soul, and let him control his life and death, thus gaining the right to be forever entangled with you.

The slight suffocation made his brain oxygen-deprived, and he couldn't think of anything complicated. He could only rely on his instincts to feel it and to express himself directly.

Low, hoarse breaths, damp, sticky air, and the mixed scent of glacial oranges filled the entire room.

Even the invisible yet materialized mental tentacles had bound Feppos tightly, making it easier for Vinson to move around.

The more intense the owner's emotions, the tighter they clung to each other, even leaving faint, damp red marks on Phibos's dark skin.

"Heh." Vison looked at his completely lost and confused expression. Even though he was the one who caused his confusion, he still relied on him and moved closer. This finally calmed down his anger a little, but another kind of desire became stronger.

Phibes' cheeks and ears were flushed red by the intense passion, and because of his dark skin, it became a faint, alluring red that complemented his beautiful red eyes.

But now his eyes were staring blankly ahead, unable to find a point to focus on, as if he was searching desperately but couldn't find the insect he wanted to see.

He whimpered in distress, his slender, fair hands gripping his neck, seemingly powerless, yet repeatedly preventing him from turning his head.

Upon reaching the summit, he broke down and cried.

The fair, slender hand still firmly restrained the dark, powerful neck, the white and black forming a distinct and contrasting shape, like a chain tightly binding a vicious dog.

"Beautiful." Vincent couldn't help but say, looking at Feppos's current appearance.

Fipos lay sprawled on the ground, soaking wet and covered in red welts.

Even that soft, elastic flesh was covered with brightly colored scratches.

The beautiful rosy red was swollen beyond recognition; it was the work of Vincent, who had been eyeing the violent undulations with envy and had grabbed it.

The military uniform he had just changed into that morning was now a complete mess, used as a cushion under the main insect to hold his tears. It was now completely soaked. Feibos, with the handsome face that made Vinson make mistakes again and again, had his mouth slightly open and was breathing heavily.

Vison watched quietly, or rather, with fascination, for a while.

His dark eyes turned crimson again.

He wanted to disregard Fipos's repeated pleas to turn back and act recklessly, wanting to vent all the hatred and anger in his heart.

"Gently...Visen, Vincent, gently, Vincent..."

Fipos couldn't take it anymore, but he couldn't say anything nice to beg for mercy, he could only keep calling his name.

"Stop yelling." Vinson was flustered by his yelling. He struggled for a few moments, but finally gave in and released Fipos's neck, turning Fipos back over. He opened his big, round eyes and stared at Fipos with a deep look.

Phibes' eyes met his; his long, beautiful red eyes held endless passion and Vincent's complete reflection, just as Vincent's eyes were filled with his own reflection.

Vison was the first to look away, refusing to look at him.

There are always a thousand and one situations that make him soften his heart and compromise for him.

Phibes, however, revealed a happy smile of satisfaction, the false, casual mask peeling away to reveal his true inner smile.

Like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds after a storm, it was beautiful and dazzling, making people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts, and wishing that the sun's smile could stay a little longer.

He raised his hand to touch Vincent's face, and called him contentedly, "Vincent."

"Hmm." Vison responded softly, glanced at him, then quickly turned his face away. After turning his face away, he couldn't help but awkwardly turn back to look at his smile, his ears turning red, showing his shyness.

Even though they've done more intimate things, they still blush over small details and moments. It's so cute.

Fipos couldn't help but laugh out loud, a laugh tinged with teasing, but also with a joy that welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Vison, annoyed and embarrassed by his laughter, brought his face close to Vison's and bared his teeth, saying, "You're still laughing at me? Do you want me to remind you what you were just doing?"

Seeing his funny antics, Feibos couldn't help but laugh even harder. Even Vison could feel the violent tremors in his chest, which made him so angry that he couldn't help but bite his soft flesh, wishing he could bite him until his whole body was swollen and teach him a lesson.

"No... haha, don't touch there, Vincent..."

Vincent ignored him and bit down harder on the soft yet bouncy meat in his mouth.

They started making a ruckus on the sofa, then moved to the floor, then to the kitchen and bathroom, and even left faint, damp handprints on the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Are you nervous, General? Prince?"

Vison asked him a question with a half-smile, his soft breath brushing against his ear like a small brush sweeping across the insect's heart. He gently bit his ear, then held it in his mouth, enjoying the trembling sensation, before turning to light, delicate kisses and nibbles, leaving behind a trail of wetness and tickle.

Fipos shook his head haphazardly, then hugged his neck and kissed him, like a beautiful black swan offering its neck for execution: "It's all yours."

These words were pleasant enough, or rather, they were exactly what Vison wanted to hear.

He kissed him as a reward, with a tenderness completely different from his previous fierceness, even slowing down to accommodate the state that would make Feppos most comfortable and happy.

Black and white hair are intertwined and inseparable.

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Author's note: Fipos: No, I must control myself and not imprison him.

Vison: I need to think of a way to imprison him.

It's just a little trick played by a love-imprisoned young couple.

On one hand, they both want to imprison each other, while on the other hand, they hope that the other can shine without being blocked.