Chapter 1 The Damp Cave He Provoked...
"Doctor! Call a doctor quickly!"
Screams, stampedes, and the clamor of the crowd.
All the sounds pierced the eardrums with a sharp thud.
Dizziness and nausea filled my brain.
Vison tried to raise his hand to hold onto something, but he had completely lost control of his limbs.
Everything went black before his eyes, and he clearly felt his body falling uncontrollably.
He hasn't even touched his gold trophy yet, what a pity.
The last thought that crossed Vincent's mind was before his consciousness completely vanished.
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Was his body dumped there?
Vison opened his eyes again, staring in astonishment at the cave-like environment before him.
His last remaining memory was of collapsing on the podium while receiving the gold medal in the national mechanical design competition.
Why didn't anyone take him to the hospital? Why were they brought directly to this cave? Is this how you treat a champion?
Who hates him so much? Those haphazardly constructed machines seem like a disaster, his competitors whom he tramples underfoot?
Vincent's mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts, devoid of any joy or sorrow.
"Um..."
A low hum interrupted his thoughts.
Is there still someone in this cave?
"who?"
Vison stood up, leaning against the wall, and surveyed his surroundings.
Outside was a dense forest, and the cave was at least twenty meters above the ground. Visen felt a chill run down his spine just from looking at it.
He woke up at the entrance of the cave, which stretched inwards into complete darkness. The sound he had just heard seemed to have come from inside.
"Uh-huh..."
A low, hoarse hum returned, like a song that beckons exploration, like the struggle of a desert traveler about to die of thirst, or like the unbearable low, hoarse gasps during a climax, carrying a meaning that makes one's heart race with envy.
Vison felt like he had become a despicable eavesdropper. He, who was usually indifferent to what was happening, was now hesitant about whether to continue.
Soon, the person inside began to breathe rapidly.
Visen became curious and, supporting himself against the wall, slowly walked inside.
The cave was dark and deep, pitch black.
Vincent raised his voice slightly: "Is anyone there? Speak... ah..."
Vison was suddenly tackled and slammed to the ground by the person who pounced on him. His back hit the hard rock, and he felt a burning pain instantly.
It must be broken skin.
Who is Vison?
A child prodigy, a rising star in mechanical design, the teacher's darling, the "other people's child," and the "big brother" in team missions.
People either fawn over him or avoid him. When has anyone ever dared to rudely tackle him to the ground upon first meeting him?
Annoyed at being treated this way for the first time, Vison looked up and, using the dim light from the cave entrance, examined the person pressing down on him.
With a high nose bridge and deep-set features, he has a handsome appearance.
Vison was slightly taken aback.
The man leaned closer to him, as if trying to get a good look at what he had tackled, but he got too close and the hot breath from the man's nose hit his face, causing his face to inexplicably heat up a few degrees.
The man scrutinized him for a while, his slender fingers tracing along the man's cheekbone. After a moment, he couldn't hide his surprise and asked, "A male insect?"
His voice was low, husky, and magnetic, which was particularly captivating.
After a brief moment of surprise, the man seemed to realize something, his eyes sharpening and a fierce aura surging within him: "Who sent you?"
The deep, husky voice, accompanied by uncontrollable, slight panting, resembled a flirtatious exchange, yet its overwhelming ferocity could not conceal the owner's murderous intent.
Being brutally tackled and treated so rudely only fueled Vison's anger.
He pushed hard against the chest of the person on top of him with both hands: "Tsk, get off me."
The temperature on my hands was so high it was burning.
This person must have a fever; he's probably just like him, an unlucky soul who was thrown into this desolate wilderness by his enemies.
An untimely thought popped into Vincent's head.
The man was pushed slightly, but immediately tightened his grip, his breathing becoming even more disordered: "Don't move, ha... I'll ask you one more time, who sent you?"
Vison: "I'll say it again, get out of here."
Two pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at each other, neither willing to back down, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Vison reached out again, but was stopped once more.
Reach out again, suppress again.
The physical actions between the two gradually escalated, eventually developing into them rolling and wrestling on the ground, sweating profusely and soaking their clothes.
They rolled from the shadows to the light, finally ending with both of them exhausted, and Vincent completely pinned down by the other man.
Damn, this guy is really strong.
Vison was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth as he thought about it.
Looking up, I was suddenly stunned by the sight of this person—dark skin, white hair, and red eyes.
It was too dark to notice before. Now that we're in the light, the bronze skin, illuminated by the dim light from the opening, glows with a warm sheen from the sweat, smooth and supple, like a piece of chocolate whose deliciousness you can tell just by looking at it.
A high, straight nose, deep-set eyes with a unique and unusual eye color, sharp facial features, and long white hair that tumbles in front of the eyes when the hair rolls around.
The stark contrast of black and white is striking and captivating, simultaneously embodying both wildness and sanctity, enticing the viewer to succumb.
Is this a human? Or a demon that leads people astray?
Bang bang bang.
Vison could hear his own heart pounding faster.
This person, all of them.
Every facial feature or contour line perfectly hits the sniping point of Vison, a hidden face-obsessed person!
Vison has never revealed that he is a die-hard member of the "looks-matter" club.
Because he has never met anyone he finds attractive, nor anyone he likes, and he seems uninterested in either men or women.
But the moment he saw this person, it overturned Visen's understanding of what good looks meant; it was a concrete manifestation of love at first sight.
How can someone be born exactly the way they like to look!
I love it! I love it! I love it!
This feeling.
This feeling!
Just like his first encounter with machinery, it was captivating and mesmerizing.
Vison couldn't help but swallow hard, his hand reaching out to touch the person's face faster than his brain could process it, but reason pulled him back.
The man keenly noticed Vison swallowing and raised an eyebrow.
This action makes him seem even more wild and untamed.
Vison decided to forgive the man for all his offenses.
“I wasn’t sent by anyone, and I don’t know why I’m here. I only came in out of curiosity because I saw you whining.” Vinson’s tone softened, a far cry from his earlier aggressive manner when he wanted to fight.
"He's so handsome, I can be gentler with him," Vison thought.
Fepos carefully examined the male insect beneath him. He appeared open and natural, his eyes clear and unwavering, showing no sign of lying. Although firmly suppressed, he still seemed determined to find an opportunity to retaliate.
Her skin was fair and smooth, like freshly whipped cream, giving off a sweet and pleasant feeling.
And then there were her rosy lips, as if every second they were showing the person watching how perfect they were to be savored. His fingers pressed against them, and the full lips sank in, revealing even redder, moist, and soft inner flesh.
He had gentle features, large black eyes like the purest and most expensive obsidian, and a demeanor that resembled a docile and soft fledgling.
But his eyes held a noble and arrogant air, instantly making him seem unapproachable, like a proud young master. His actions revealed his unwillingness to admit defeat and his strong and stubborn nature.
This kind of arrogance and haughtiness should be very familiar to him; he has seen it far too many times on those annoying male insects.
But perhaps the aphrodisiac had completely numbed his mind, and he felt that this arrogance and nobility was different from that of the dark-eyed, fair-skinned male beneath him.
This was a completely different male insect from him. This conclusion came to Fipos's mind.
Fipos restrained the restless Vison, trying to suppress the emotions that suddenly welled up in his mind.
Suddenly, Phipps smelled a scent that instantly enveloped and permeated him, as if he had been captured by a dense net.
Feppos's expression changed drastically, his eyes turning sharp and cold. He loudly asked Vinson, "What level of male insect are you? S? SS?"
It was too late. He watched the people below move their lips, but he couldn't hear a sound.
His body kept going limp, he lost his hearing, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump into his brain, and all the blood in his body was rushing to a certain spot in his lower body. With the few rational thoughts he had left, Feibos was able to think.
The appearance of such a precious male insect in this remote and dilapidated cave must have been a trap deliberately set, and the insect must have been of low rank.
After all, male insects are extremely rare, accounting for only about one percent of the total insect population. Among them, male insects of A rank and below account for 90%, while SS-rank male insects are known as the jewels in the crown of the empire, and there are very few of them in the entire empire. The empire currently only has one SSS-rank male insect, which shows how precious they are.
Feibosi's mental strength level is SSS or even higher.
Male insects can only soothe female insects by a maximum of two levels. This means that the minimum mental strength level of a male insect to soothe a female insect is S. Moreover, even an S-level male insect poses a great risk in soothing a female insect.
He had just come down from the wormhole cleanup war, and his mental surge was more violent than before. His mental sea, which had been ravaged and unsoothed for a long time, was now in pieces. His mental strength was definitely above SSS.
Forcibly calming a male insect below grade S will only result in its death.
Those nobles conveniently used the charge of "killing a male insect" to send him to the military court, hoping to ensure he could never recover from this fate.
Although... that group of insects overestimated themselves. Even if something like that happened, they would have a hundred ways to get away with it without charge.
But that means the male insect beneath him, which seems different, will die.
This realization stirred a strange and unique emotion in Fei Bosi—perhaps regret? Or pity?
But so what?
This time, his mental surge was more than twice as strong as before. He had a premonition that he might not survive this time without the comfort of a male insect, but a turning point appeared before him.
Even if the male insect cannot completely soothe him, it is enough to keep him alive.
Besides... this is only a male insect that he can bring himself to bite, and he hasn't yet developed the nausea he used to feel towards its pheromones.
What does the male insect's life matter to him?
In any case, the female's life is irrelevant to the male insects, so the reverse is also reasonable.
Fipos's hand slowly slid across Vison's fair and smooth neck, his eyes flashing with struggle and hesitation before turning into a dark and indistinct mist.
Fipos then took Vincent's hand and, under Vincent's somewhat puzzled gaze, guided it.
Water dripped from the cave, or something like that, and in an instant, Vincent's fingertips were covered in wet, sticky water.
Like this eerie cave, but with a higher temperature, it had a strange allure that drew Vison inside for an adventure.
Vison decided to extend his fingers forward.
In that instant, his eyes widened, his mouth involuntarily gaped open in surprise, and his expression went blank with shock, as if he had no idea what had happened.
She could only stare blankly at the young man on top of her.
The person seemed to be overwhelmed by the heat inside the cave; their face was so red that even their dark skin was flushed, and their entire body seemed to be radiating heat. Their red pupils were so hot that they could not focus, and they looked dazed.
"What are you standing there for? Hmph..." The dark-skinned youth was somewhat dissatisfied with his expression. He reached out and grabbed Vincent's thing, rubbing it carefully. Only when he saw the change did he smile with satisfaction.
That smile instantly captivated the young master, making him completely forget that he had just wanted to fight with someone. Vison stared at his face with a kind of infatuation, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his chest.
Fabers met the young master's arrogant eyes and defiantly uttered a single word, "Do it."
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