Chapter 50, Chapter 54: "He went to the hive himself..."

But he was interrupted by Vison as soon as he opened his mouth.

Vison kicked it again and ordered, "Bring me the new leather shoes from my cabinet."

Fipos obediently fell silent and quietly bent down to look for the new leather shoes that Vison had mentioned in the cabinet.

The exquisite box was quickly found, placed on the outermost layer, indicating it had been purchased recently.

Inside was a pair of classic black leather shoes.

It has an excellent texture, with a soft sheen on the leather surface.

The scene had been too chaotic, and it was only then that Fei Pos noticed that Vison had changed his usual style and was wearing a formal suit.

It seems I'm about to attend an extremely important occasion.

Where is he going?

He couldn't help but wonder.

Is he going to meet his match?

No, his matching object should be... him.

The usually shrewd Admiral Phipps rarely acted foolishly.

After racking his brains for a long time, he finally came to this conclusion that he still couldn't believe.

I can't believe I'm in reality; it feels like a dream.

Even the matchmaking panel he had just seen between him and Vincent seemed like a scene from his dream.

Fipos took out his leather shoes and then knelt down on one knee in front of Vison with remarkable ease.

He grabbed his feet and let him step on his knees, carefully helping him put on his socks and shoes.

Vison felt no embarrassment at being treated so gently and considerately, and simply let him do as he pleased.

He even used some force when he stepped on Fipos's knee.

But Fipos's lower body was extremely stable; the little force he applied did not move him at all.

Vison lowered his head, looking at the figure of Feppos kneeling before him.

He had always known he had a great physique, but seeing him from this angle gave him a clearer and more distinct perspective on what made him "great."

A firm and strong physique, with well-defined but not exaggerated muscles.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, broad chest, strong arms, and muscular lines full of sexual tension.

Vison recalled what appeared under his clothes.

Hmm... It's the kind of delicious food that makes you look slim when dressed but has a lot of meat on you, and even more meat on you when you take your clothes off.

After Fipos finished putting on Vison's shoes.

He looked up and his gaze met Vincent's thoughtful expression, which held a half-smile.

A slight stirring in my heart.

Despite still being filled with doubts, his overflowing excitement strongly drove him to do something.

Let's do something.

Do it according to your own wishes.

Let's do something now.

This impulse finally overwhelmed all his reason.

He knelt on one knee, his expression exceptionally devout, his eyes shining brightly: "I will always be loyal to you, I will always protect you, please marry me."

“To be my lord.” Fipos looked at him expectantly.

But seeing Vinson's expressionless face after hearing this, and after a few seconds of silence, the bright light in his eyes began to dim, and he cautiously added, "Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, the male insect finally stirred, letting out a sneer.

The shiny black leather shoes that Fipos had just put on him stepped directly onto Fipos's shoulder.

"Offer your loyalty? What about your love?"

"I."

For once, Fipos paused for a moment, his first thought being to tell him he loved him.

Of course he loves him.

But just as I was about to say it, my throat felt like it was blocked.

Everything Vison had done for him, and everything he had betrayed, flashed before his eyes like snowflakes.

From the very first moment they met, he disregarded Vison's wishes and made him appease him.

When Vison told him he liked him, he arrogantly thought it was just a joke, a deceptive display of affection, so he coldly rejected him.

Even so, when he suffered a mental breakdown and amnesia, Vison still took him home and took good care of him.

In return, despite the fact that Vison already loathed him, he still clung to him, despicably trying to stay by his side.

......

Each and every one of them made him feel that he had gone too far.

Can someone like him be considered to love?

Does such a despicable person deserve to talk about love with the pure white moon hanging high in the sky?

But he...

There's absolutely no way I can let go.

"Alright, I don't want to hear your answer either." Vison interrupted him when he saw him hesitate.

"Get up." He gently nudged his shoulder with the tip of his shoe.

Fipos naturally did as instructed.

His face betrayed his defeat, hurt, and disappointment after being rejected.

He was recovering from a serious injury, and his face, which was already pale, turned even paler after being rejected.

If it weren't for his dark skin, it would probably be as white as his hair.

Vison couldn't resist touching it, so he reached out and stroked it a few times, like petting a large dog.

Fipos's hesitation did not hurt him at all.

Or perhaps he had anticipated that Fipos would hesitate.

Phibes's experiences also destined him to have a hard time understanding "love," even though it had already been born in his heart.

Of course, it wasn't just Feibosi who was confused; even he was bewildered.

"Do you really want me to be your lord?" he whispered, trying to entice him.

"Mmm," Fepos responded softly. He was even worried that Fepos's hand would get tired, so he obediently lowered his head to let him touch it.

In front of Vison, he seemed to have severed all ties with the infamous general and turned into a docile dog.

Vison accepted it without hesitation, then roughly ruffled the fluffy, soft hair into a tangled mess.

It was as if they wanted to vent all the remaining negative emotions in their hearts.

After kneading it into a mess, the fair and slender hand did not withdraw, but instead stroked along the contours of the face.

The movements were gentle, and the distance between them became extremely close again without them even realizing it.

He spoke softly, as if whispering between lovers: "Then do as I say, and I will give you what you want."

"Do you understand?"

“Okay.” Vincent’s words rekindled the light in Feppos’s eyes.

He nodded obediently, and even gently rubbed his face against his hand: "I will."

It looks just like a large, tamed dog.

They're so well-behaved.

Vison smiled broadly, clearly in high spirits.

that's all.

Listen to me.

I will teach you how to love me, and then you must love me as much as I love you.

As Vincent looked at the face that had captivated him from the very first meeting, and at this creature that had somehow become so irresistible to him, his heart was filled with tenderness.

"Okay." Having finished taking care of everything, he got off the chair and prepared to leave.

Fipos didn't say anything, just watched him turn around and prepare to leave.

The moment he touched the doorknob, Vison suddenly pulled his hand back.

He turned around and met Feppos's misty eyes.

I'm not in a hurry to go out.

He leaned against the door, casually ordering his dog around: "Come here."

The puppy obediently came over.

You could even see a hint of impatience in them.

As Fipos approached, Vison used force, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention and his weakened state after recovering, to slam him against the door.

She forcefully pulled his neck down, her manner aggressive, yet she shared a sticky, lingering kiss with him.

Heavy breathing filled the air.

An ambiguous sound of water could be heard.

Even though Vison is shorter than Fipos, from this angle he seems to completely envelop Fipos, yet he still exudes a commanding presence several heads taller.

He became the complete leader.

This lingering and passionate kiss began and ended with him.

Vison bit Fipos's lips, and with the sound came their warm, moist breaths flowing between their lips.

He asked, almost as if sighing, "Why don't you ask? Don't you really want to know?"

Feppus stared intently at those bright red lips, as tender as jelly, and felt an overwhelming sweetness that welled up from the bottom of his heart.

His attention was entirely focused on those thin lips, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his thoughts naturally slowed a beat: "What?"

"Where are you going, you ask? Don't you want to?" Vison's voice was low, like a siren using her voice to bewitch sailors.

When Fei Pos heard Vison's words, his pupils trembled slightly; the power of those words was no less than that of the lips he had longed for.

"......May I?"

Can I know where you're going? Can I know your direction? Can you always tell me, always let me know where you are, what insects you're in contact with?

Fipos stared intently at him.

"Okay, I allow it. But you also have to tell me where you're going every time."

Upon hearing this, Fei Bo paused for a moment.

“But this is different. I should have told you from the start that this is unfair to you.” Faith expressed his thoughts with exceptional honesty when faced with Vinson, who had automatically become a docile worm.

Vison was amused by his honest appearance.

Initially, he thought that exchanging his whereabouts for Feibos's whereabouts was a win for him, since he rarely went out. But now...

His eyes lit up, and he came up with some good ideas.

“I’m willing to trade with you, but if you really feel it’s unfair to me, then you can…” Vison whispered a few words in Feppos’s ear.

The warm breath brushed against the fine hairs on my ears, bringing an intense itch.

Phibos instinctively stepped back, but was blocked by the door. He tilted his head slightly and felt a soft, damp touch on his ear.

"Do you understand?" Vincent gently chewed on the soft meat in his mouth.

".......Know."

"Good girl."

Seeing that even his dark skin couldn't hide his blush, Vison finally released his reddened ear and, as if to make amends, showered him with a string of wet kisses.

"I'm going to a lecture for my teacher and will be back before dinner." Having received a satisfactory reply, Vison kept his promise and let him go.

“From now on, if you want to know anything, just open your mouth and ask.” In the last moment before leaving home, Vinson said fiercely to him, “You’re not without a mouth. If I catch you refusing to speak next time, you’ll be in big trouble.”

Like a kitten baring its teeth and claws at you, it has no real power to kill, but it tickles your heart.

"Okay." Feppos's heart softened.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

After enduring for a long time, Fei Bosi finally couldn't control his worry any longer, and his expression became extremely anxious: "Are you sure you can reassure me that everything is alright?"

Hearing this, Vincent shrugged speechlessly: "Of course it's okay, didn't I tell you already? Do you think I'm a stubborn bug?"

"That's good." Feibos breathed a sigh of relief, the worry that had been weighing on his heart finally disappearing.

"Stay home and watch the house. I won't let you go out, understand?"

“I know,” Feppos nodded obediently.

Seeing his obedient appearance, Vison finally closed the door.

"Click." The sound of the door closing echoed in the empty room.

After Vison left, Fipos remained in a daze for a long time.

Fortunately, Vincent had to go out, otherwise, Feiposi didn't know how much longer he would have had to embarrass himself in front of Vincent.

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Author's note: Door slam, how should I put it, it's rustic but fragrant, the author is a rustic dog.

Actually, Mori is a super strong monster, and when he stomps, well... sigh!

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