Chapter 52, Chapter 56: Bone Wing Play

"Let's go eat."

“Okay,” Feppos readily agreed.

He walked over and took Vison's coat.

Then he saw that Vincent was holding a well-packaged red cover, and without thinking much, he said very naturally, "Let me put it away for you."

Vison instinctively dodged Fipos's outstretched hand: "No need."

With a wide swing, he forcefully dodged Feppos's hand.

After the incident, both parties felt somewhat awkward.

They often worked together in the study, with documents scattered everywhere, a tacit agreement already reached.

There is nothing that needs to be hidden; everything can be read.

As for the few highly confidential documents that Fipos possesses, they are all kept by the military and will not appear at his home.

The same goes for Vison.

This is the first time I've encountered a situation where I've been avoided or hidden.

After the initial awkwardness, both sides felt somewhat annoyed.

Just as Vison was racking his brains for something to say, Feppos smiled at him as if nothing had happened, even though it wasn't a happy smile: "Let's eat."

Vison could only nod, then went to the study to carefully put away the things he was carrying.

For the first time in a long time, the robot butler was able to go on strike today, and Vincent was finally free from those extremely bland dishes and could eat the food made by Fipos again.

It's his favorite kind of strong flavor.

They ate quietly, each lost in their own thoughts.

Only the occasional crisp sound of bowls and spoons colliding.

"right......"

"you......"

They spoke at the same time, and then stopped at the same time.

Vincent raised an eyebrow: "Speak."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll be more careful next time," Feppos apologized, feeling extremely guilty.

Visen's previous carelessness made him particularly lax, and he actually forgot the taboo that female insects cannot touch male insects' objects without their consent.

"Oh." Unexpectedly, he brought up this, and Vincent only gave a curt reply, his mind preoccupied with something else: "When will your father and the others have time?"

The topic changed so quickly that it caught Philips completely off guard: "Hmm?"

“I’d like to pay them a visit,” Vincent said calmly, as if it were just a routine visit.

Fipos thought it was a mechanical matter, and was somewhat happy that he was finally of some use to Vinson, but also ashamed that he probably couldn't help in this matter: "I'm not close to them, I'll make an appointment with them as soon as possible. Vinson, is something wrong? Is it urgent?"

Vison gave him a strange look and nodded: "It's urgent."

“It will be at least a month later. I learned this afternoon that they had just had a fight.” When talking about the reason, Fei Bos was particularly helpless, but his expression was calm, which he had been used to since childhood. “I will go and see tomorrow.”

During his growth, most of the female insect classmates around him worried that the male father had married a new female servant, and he was once again subjected to the male father's indifference and beatings.

Only he worried about whether the male and female fathers had quarreled again, whether members of the Male Protection Association had come to the house to cause trouble, and whether he would be able to eat today.

When luck is extremely bad, the two will also drive out his male insect brothers.

Then he has to comfort the crying male insect brother along with the other female insect brothers, and also find food for him while he is hungry.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Vison's gaze turned fierce, and Feppos realized he had stepped on a landmine.

"Sorry... I'm not going out. I'll contact them online."

“No need, I’ll handle it myself,” Vincent said decisively.

It's too long; he can't wait that long.

Although Fipos didn't say anything or show anything after being rejected, Vincent could still sense his dejection.

Vison frowned as he watched Fabers, who was wearing an apron and busy tidying up in the kitchen.

Finally, Fei Pos finished tidying up and turned around, bracing himself to meet Vinson's gaze: "What's wrong?"

He noticed the moment Vincent's gaze fell on him; it was too intense.

He had clearly worn this apron before, but it was very loose on him. However, on Fei Bosi, it looked like it was about to burst.

Poor apron.

A low ponytail casually tied behind her back, an impeccable face, and a bewildered expression.

ah......

"I'm hungry." Vinson leaned against the door, his eyes darkening as he stared at him, a fire burning within them.

"Oh? Then wait a moment, I'll cook some noodles right away, okay?" Hearing Vison say he was hungry, Fei Pos immediately took out the bowl that had just been dried.

I was amused by his naiveté.

“What I need is some dessert,” Vincent kindly reminded him. “Remember the exchange I mentioned to you before I left?”

Upon hearing this, Fei Pos finally realized what was happening.

Even with her dark skin, the blush was clearly visible spreading upwards from her neck.

Finally, even her cheeks flushed slightly.

Dessert after dinner is a must-eat for Vison.

*

The living room lights, which were originally bright and white, were switched to a warm light with low visibility.

Bright and dark.

Whispering sweet nothings to each other.

"Bonewing," Vinson gently coaxed the shy insect, who was so embarrassed she wanted to curl up into a ball. "Hmm? We agreed on this during the day."

"Do you remember? Let me see."

After much coaxing, the beautiful bone wings finally unfolded towards him.

The dangerous, sharp bone wings are as stunning as when I first saw them.

It is a work of art that captivates at first glance.

This is actually somewhat different from the bone wings we first saw, because due to space constraints, Fepos did not fully unfold them.

This size, however, makes it more suitable for viewing.

Moreover, this time he was closer, within arm's reach, making it more visible and more real.

He could even see the tiny blood vessels on that almost transparent membrane.

He stared intently, as if afraid of missing even a second.

Fipos was initially a little embarrassed, but Vincent's appearance made him feel more at ease, and a sense of pride and relief welled up inside him.

He even flapped his bony wings on his own initiative, like a flamboyant butterfly.

A cool breeze brushed against his face, and Visen's eyes followed the movement of the wings.

"Pfft." Feibos was charmed by Vison's appearance and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Like a cub that can't move when it sees its favorite candy.

"Does Vinson really like bone wings?" He reached out and covered Vinson's eyes.

While he was focused on enjoying the view, Vison wasn't annoyed by the interruption. He simply pulled down the hands that were blocking his eyes and took them in his own.

He admitted very frankly: "I like your bone wings."

From the moment Faibos unfurled his bone wings, Visen felt his blood boiling violently.

He reached out a hand and pressed it against the sharp, bony wing as it drew near, placing a gentle kiss on its soft spot.

Pathological.

Obsessed.

His fair face was flushed, and his expression was devout.

It is more beautiful than any painting that Faber has ever seen.

The sensation of being kissed spread from the bone wings throughout the entire body.

Phibes trembled under his kiss.

Reverse the position.

Fepois collapsed weakly onto the soft carpet. His sharp, bony wings, which could normally pierce through the bodies of ferocious beasts, became soft and allowed to be touched and kissed.

Finally, a wet kiss landed on the sensitive spot where the bone wings and body connected.

Vison's hands were long, fair, and exceptionally flexible, making them perfect for playing the piano, and indeed they were.

As the kisses spread, those slender white fingers danced on the dark earth, playing a beautiful melody.

Like a destroyed mountain peak, Phipps finally collapsed.

The carpet was covered with spilled cream filling.

It stands out especially against the dark carpet.

Eating dessert in the living room always presents this dilemma.

"Huh?" Vison looked at Feppos with some surprise and chuckled, still wearing a neat suit.

In comparison, Fei Pos appeared particularly disheveled.

This was shorter than ever before.

Fipos narrowed his bright red eyes and looked up at Vison, as if he were accusing him of something.

He was the one who took the initiative earlier.

Vison sat to one side, pursed his lips, and looked down at him.

The scene froze for a few seconds, then suddenly, as if in retaliation, Fipos got up and pounced on Vison.

Before actually meeting him, he had already withdrawn most of his strength.

But Vison was still tackled by him, rolled around on the carpet, and then returned to his top, held in Fipos's arms.

The bony wings close and contract.

The bone wings completely enveloped them, leaving only a small space.

Vison was enveloped under the bone wings, watching the light shining through the gaps in the wings. The light was fragmented and refracted, giving it a dreamlike quality.

The light dimmed further.

A little light shone on Fipos's face, while most of it was shrouded in shadow.

It makes his face appear more angular, with superior bone structure and deep-set eyes.

Like a deity that only appears in dreams.

Or perhaps...

Vison looked at Fipos in the light.

Under the spotlight, his hair was as white as satin, his eyes were beautiful red, his skin was dark, and his features were perfect. Was he not the god he had dreamed of?

Surrounded by bone wings, but unlike the first time I faced them, my body didn't spontaneously feel fear. Instead, I felt an endless sense of security.

Because he understood that the bone wings had become his protective weapon.

Beneath these layers of sharp blades, he kissed the queen in his heart.

I love it.

Fipos felt as if he were drunk.

Is it due to lack of oxygen? He felt like his whole body was about to faint.

He felt a happiness he had never experienced before.

In this cramped darkness, there were only the two of them, with his sharp bone wings outside.

He hid it away; it was his most precious treasure, and no other insect could possibly steal it.

In this enclosed space, their emotional fluctuations became even more intense.

They stroked each other's faces.

kiss.

The thin air flowed between their lips.

They kissed until they were both breathless, but neither wanted to separate.

The silver threads are intertwined, seemingly about to break but not quite.

*

On the table was a small cake that Fipos had carefully made himself.

Because cream is too greasy, I chose to use a sweet, thick honey sauce instead.

It also has a flavor that Vincent loves most: oranges.

The cake base was made with chocolate, turning it a deep, rock-black color.

It has a chewy and sweet taste.

It's very moisturizing.

Even though Vincent's physical stomach has a strong aversion to "cake," his other stomach quite loves it.

It might even take several small cakes to fill the container properly.

Unfortunately, the cake maker, Mr. Fip, was too lazy and only made a few before wanting to quit.

Unfortunately, the gluttonous customer seized on this and brought up the comments that Fipos had made that afternoon about not feeling well, insisting on comforting Fipos.

Moreover, even though they could have comforted her from a distance, they insisted on choosing the most primitive method of comfort.

He reassured her multiple times.

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Author's Note: This is the wing play I've been wanting to mention! I hope you like it!