Chapter 24, Chapter 25: Cohabitation – “I’ll punish you by making you continue with me…”
"I forgive you this time."
Vison gripped his fork tightly. He didn't say "It's okay," "What's the big deal," or "It's alright," but instead accepted the apology and forgave him.
The void in his heart, which he had always ignored but which had always existed, was filled by Fei Bosi, as if a thick layer of soft cotton had been laid on a rough and stiff floor.
My heart softened.
Why is it that this bug can make him furious one second and then soften his heart the next?
"Could you tell me what kind of food you like?" Fipos asked softly, carefully observing his expression.
Seeing the sad look on Vinson's face as he looked at the cake, his heart clenched, as if a cloth had been placed over his nose, making it hard for him to breathe.
He deeply blamed himself for his negligence.
Not every male insect likes sweet cakes, especially since he looks different from the other males.
It was all his oversight that brought the cake to him and made him sad.
Moreover, it's the kind of "sadness" that's immediately recognizable, carrying a strong sense of sadness and accompanied by extremely painful past events.
Although Vison thought he had covered it up well, he still found out.
Vison himself probably didn't realize how obvious his sadness was, especially to the insects who had all their eyes and attention on him. They could see it at a glance and empathize with his sadness.
“I like strong flavors, spicy ones.” Perhaps it was the apology that had put him in a good mood, but Vison told Fei Pos about his tastes that he had never told anyone before.
He always felt that taste is a very personal thing. When others know what you like to eat and what you don't like to eat, it's like they indirectly know some of your hidden little details, and they naturally become closer to you.
He was always silent when eating with others, saying he would eat anything, and he had a clean and innocent face, so many people naturally assumed that he liked light food, but in fact, the opposite was true.
He especially likes strong flavors, spicy food, so-called "junk food," and enjoys barbecue, skewers, hot pot, and so on.
He usually chooses to go out and eat this kind of food alone, sweating profusely from the spiciness while eating, but feeling genuinely refreshed.
But after the Zerg arrived, it was the mechanical Zerg that cooked the food.
Mechanical insects seem to have health preservation ingrained in their underlying logic, as all their dishes have a light and refreshing flavor.
But we just ate it anyway, like always.
“I understand.” Fipos nodded solemnly as if he had received some top military secret, as if he would have liked to write it down in his notebook if the situation allowed.
Vison chuckled at his expression, and surprisingly felt that the air was nice today, and he was in a good mood as well.
In a good mood, he decided to do a good deed and stop making the big black cat stand there awkwardly and restrained.
Vincent swallowed the last bite of bread, went upstairs, and stood at the corner of the stairs, gesturing for Fipos to follow: "Come on, let me show you your room."
Somewhat bewildered, Fepous stood rooted to the spot, completely stunned by this sudden surprise.
Can he stay here? Share a room with Vison?
But before being recognized by the males, don't the males usually not allow females to enter their territory for extended periods of time?
Fipos found it hard to believe, and even thought that he had stayed up all night and that this absurd illusion was just his imagination.
"Come on." Vincent frowned and called out again when he saw him standing there motionless like a statue.
Fipos quickly followed, but still felt it was unreal, and couldn't help but ask again, "Do I live here?"
“Yes, didn’t I promise to help you?” Vincent said casually, then suddenly turned his head as if he had remembered something, his dark eyes looking at him with a fierce glint in them. “What? You don’t want to stay here?”
“I think so.” Fipos hurriedly shook his head, speaking firmly, as if the insect he had just asked about wasn’t him.
"You can stay where you used to be if you want, just come whenever you need to." Vincent's method of appeasement was still limited to the simple and crude method of going to bed with someone. He felt that running around was too troublesome and he didn't want to run around.
Furthermore, Fipos came in, took off his pants, then pulled them back up and left. What did he take this place for? Some kind of shady place? What was he then? A slut?
“No, I want to stay here,” Fipos said firmly.
Before being acknowledged by the male, a female moving into the male's territory would be considered "promiscuous" and "unruly," but clearly these two are not the type to take rules seriously, or rather, they have something more important to them than rules.
*
The room was bright and well-ventilated; after all, it was a house specially selected by the Xiongbao Association for your SS-class male insect, and everything about it was excellent.
The layout is simple yet has a slightly mechanical feel, and you can vaguely tell whose handiwork it is.
The bed was covered with light blue sheets and blankets, and you could faintly smell the scent of glaciers. After all, this was where Vison had lived for a long time, and this room was next to the master bedroom. These fabrics, which were prone to absorbing odors, were even more likely to absorb Vison's pheromones.
It's easy to imagine that these fabrics would soon be stained with his orange scent, and even the blankets in the master bedroom would...
“You can stay here in the back. If you need anything, just have the mechanical bug buy it.” Vinson said, but as soon as he said it, he felt like a sugar daddy who was keeping a mistress. This was completely opposite to his earlier “blind” thoughts, but it still made him feel restless.
“Okay,” Fepos obediently agreed.
At this moment, Fei Pos always seems so obedient and docile, making people lower their guard for a brief instant.
But upon closer inspection, one would realize that his physique was undeniable; his nearly 2-meter-tall, muscular build cast a shadow that almost completely covered the lean Vison, making him resemble a large, hunched black cat or a dangerous leopard.
The sense of danger is even stronger when he stares at you with those beautiful, noble, and sharp ruby-like eyes.
As if sensing some danger, Vison took a step back, only to bump into the door behind him.
A soft "bang" sounded, like the prelude to an opening.
“Be careful, Your Excellency.” The low, husky voice tickled his ears, and Vincent couldn’t help but tilt his head back slightly.
A warm breath drew near, and a hand, hotter than his bare skin, reached out and gently touched his shoulder. The touch was light, yet skillfully prevented him from escaping. Even through the fabric, the skin that touched felt as hot as if it were on fire.
Those hands were long and powerful, with smooth muscle lines, and the arms were covered with sexy blue veins. The sense of oppression and sexiness were perfectly combined, just like the owner himself.
He looked up and met those eyes that had turned scarlet, eyes that seemed to hold a cluster of flames that burned ever brighter.
“Lord Vison was far too careless,” he heard him say, as if a hunter were feigning regret for a lamb that had fallen into a trap.
"Let's pack up first, I'm going back too." Vinson pushed his chest; the touch was incredibly elastic and hot, yet strangely scorching. He quickly withdrew his hand, frantically trying to leave this place where the scent of oranges was slowly beginning to fill the air.
That hand, however, still held him firmly, preventing him from breaking free.
The insect let out a few soft laughs.
“Your Excellency, Your Excellency Vison.” His scarlet eyes stared straight at him, a deep darkness spreading within them, their meaning unreadable.
Visen felt a little embarrassed. He didn't feel anything when the other insects called him "Your Excellency," just thinking that this was the local culture and tradition. But when Feibos called him that, he suddenly felt like he was playing some strange master-servant game: "Just call me Visen or Visen."
However, since he had agreed to let him stay and to help appease him, Vison had made some preparations and had no resistance. He just felt that it was inappropriate to be here so early in the morning, but he did not expect that Feibos would be so... anxious.
But if Fipos insisted, Vison thought about it and surprisingly didn't feel any aversion.
I even feel that I can gladly accept enjoying a delicious black pepper steak after a long time.
With this thought, Visen felt much more relaxed and even looked back at Feibos with an aggressive air. The scent of glaciers slowly wafted out, but upon closer inspection, it had a hint of "impatientness," revealing the thoughts hidden deep in the master's heart.
Fepos placed his other hand on the door panel behind Vison, and slowly lowered his head, his eyes seeing only Vison's reflection.
Being stared at so intently created the illusion that this insect, who only wanted to kiss him, was seriously and deeply in love with him, a feeling that was intoxicating.
Vison, too, was bewitched and looked up.
The kiss landed on his lips, light and gentle.
There was no shimmering water, nor the heavy, damp breathing.
It was a very exciting beginning, with even their pheromones mingling, yet they ended up sharing an incredibly innocent kiss.
Compared to any kiss they had ever shared before, this kiss seemed exceptionally innocent, like two thin, soft petals touching.
It was simply to convey a precious sentiment.
It was long, but it did not contain any other kind of lust.
As their lips touched, Feppos murmured, calling his name softly with a unique tenderness and affection: "Visen."
"Um."
Vison gave a short reply, his attention completely focused on the kiss.
It was like tasting the finest honey, pure, sweet, and wonderful, leaving one reluctant to leave.
But excessive emotions inevitably lead to desires, especially since they already harbor strong desires.
Just as the kiss was about to turn into something else, and reason was on the verge of collapse, Feppos gently bit Vincent's lower lip, reluctantly released him, and opened the door.
Vison felt a slight pain from the bite, raised his eyes, and looked at him with confusion.
His lips were glistening with moisture, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with red, like an imperial rose in full bloom, captivating all insects.
Fipos, however, simply pulled the rose out to the door with his arm.
"Let me tidy up first, Vincent, wait for me a moment." Feibos still remembered that he had allowed him to call him Vincent or Vincent, and he had kept his word well. He looked at him with a light smile. Although both insects had reacted, his eyes were as clear as a still lake without waves.
Before Vincent could react, the door slammed shut in front of him.
He stood there, slightly stunned, finding it hard to understand how he had been kicked out of the room. He clearly... he had clearly sensed the other person's affection.
Even now, through the door, he could still hear the insect's heavy breathing, unlike the calm that had driven him out of the door. It was leaning against the door, breathing heavily, with a kind of sensuality that made the listener blush.
He stood there for a while, then finally set aside his usual haughty demeanor and knocked on the door.
There was a clear pause in the breathing inside the door, but no insects responded.
Fine, he'll have to beg him someday.
Vison turned around, suppressing his discomfort, and stormed downstairs.
Even the glacial pheromones that were unwilling to sneak in through the cracks were blown away by the room's overly effective purification system.
The intense contact, the inner desire, and the physical longing made Feibos break out in a sweat. He stood beside the purification system switch, slowly savoring the pleasure it brought him.
The tormenting glacial pheromones gradually dissipated.
*
Vison casually put on a movie; the bug was driving him crazy, and even his beloved mechanics couldn't pull him back from the hustle and bustle.
But most of the movies about the Zerg are action-packed, and Vinson wasn't interested in that kind of subject matter. He watched them half-heartedly with his eyelids drooping.
Near the end of the movie, we finally heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
He looked up and saw Fei Bosi coming down the stairs. He had changed into a new military uniform and even taken a shower. His body was damp with moisture. He was dressed neatly and cleanly, with a hint of majesty, as if he could go straight to the battlefield at any moment. You could not tell that he had just been panting heavily in a disheveled state.
For someone like him who has a thing for uniforms, that's really something.
A bit of a daze.
Vison turned back to stare at the movie, trying to cover up his intentions, but his ears were already perked up.
“Visen, I have to go to the military headquarters this afternoon.” He seemed a little uncomfortable giving this kind of instructions to the other party for the first time. After saying that, he remembered what he had learned in class about “How to Get Along with a Powerful Leader” and added somewhat stiffly, “Is that alright?”
After being kicked out yesterday, he went to see a worm doctor.
The abdominal pain that had been bothering him for so long has disappeared. According to the worm doctor's examination, his physical condition is now at a very high and stable level.
Moreover, because he was taken in by Vincent when he was sick and received a lot of comfort, a large part of his mental sea was repaired and stabilized, and the value has reached the mental sea stability required by the female general.
This is much, much better than expected.
After submitting his medical report, he received a notification not long ago that his leave was suspended, his position was reinstated, and he was to report for duty and hand over his duties that afternoon.
He hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell Vison anyway.
“Okay.” Vincent turned his head, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at him strangely, as if he didn’t understand why he would ask such a question.
Then she turned back to watch the movie, seemingly very interested in it, even though her mind was completely blank and she hadn't absorbed a single word. However, her posture was noticeably more relaxed, and even her previously somewhat sullen face now wore a slight, lazy smile.
"I'll be back after get off work tonight."
"Fipus added," Vison said, but Vison continued watching the movie as if he hadn't heard him.
Seeing this, Fei Bosi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders.
He was worried about what he would do if Vison, like some of the trashy males he had heard of, didn't allow him to join the army.
Although he would have gone to the army even if Vison hadn't allowed him to, for some reason, he wanted to hear him say yes and didn't want to argue with him.
Satisfied with the reply, Fabers sat down next to Vincent, wanting to watch the unfinished movie with him.
This film wasn't the type of movie that Fei Bosi liked; his tastes were quite different from those of other female military personnel.
To be honest, he didn't like the battlefield or fighting, but he still rushed to countless battlefields, big and small, simply because it suited him. He was a rare and top-tier SSS-class male insect, and also a prince of the empire. It was his inescapable responsibility, and also for the glory on his shoulders.
The film is very formulaic, and even the protagonist's naiveté makes the insects laugh.
After watching for a few seconds, Fabers' attention was drawn away from the boring movie.
The faint, crisp, and clean scent of glaciers that he could smell continued to entice him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he would unconsciously glance at that fluffy black hair. The unkempt black hair was soft and had a casual, homey feel, making him itchy to touch it.
Her fair and flawless profile was breathtakingly beautiful in the light.
So beautiful.
His eyes kept glancing to the side involuntarily, not so much stealing glances as open and aboveboard, and he even slowly turned his face to the side in an attempt to get a clearer view of the face opposite him.
I don't know who moved, or if they all moved, but the distance between them gradually decreased until their skin touched. The warmth penetrated the thin fabric and they felt each other's touch. Then, as if they had been burned, they both fell silent. Neither of them moved away, but instead pretended to force their attention back to the boring movie.
The flavor intensified, even bringing out the taste of oranges, like a beautiful scene about to be revealed, making people even more tempted to explore.
When Feppus once again focused his gaze on that profile that haunted the insect's dreams, he met a pair of dark eyes that seemed to hold countless stars.
Vison's eyes crinkled with laughter, revealing a smug look as if he had finally caught him red-handed.
The brilliance of the empire seemed to be hidden in his eyes, making the insect wish it could give everything to make him smile. Feibos felt as if he were drowning in those eyes full of starlight.
"If the general were to cheat on the exam, he would be caught by the proctor in a second." Vincent smugly hummed, tilting his head, eager to see how the general would try to justify himself after being caught peeking.
Unexpectedly, after being discovered, this shameless guy stopped pretending altogether. He stared straight at Vincent, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and feigned weakness, pleading with him in a joking manner, "Please let me go, teacher."
His voice was low, husky, and magnetic; it was hard to tell if it was a plea for mercy or a seduction.
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but explain himself, "It's because you're too confused."
The unexpected directness of the question, delivered from that usually casual and cold face, was incredibly powerful.
If someone you like perfectly matches your aesthetic standards, who usually acts like they don't care about anything and always has a cold face, but now openly expresses their infatuation with you, who wouldn't be confused?
Vison admitted he was already confused, and was red-faced from the direct hit.
But he was not about to back down.
He reached out and grabbed Feibosi's collar, pulling the shameless worm towards him forcefully. Seeing Feibosi's caught-off-guard expression, he gently patted Feibosi's face with his other long, slender, white hand. The contrast between the snow-white hand and the bronze face was striking, instantly reversing the roles of aggressor and victim.
“Naughty students caught by the teacher will be punished.” He spoke softly and slowly, with a lingering tone at the end, like countless tiny hooks hidden to entice the heart of a worm.
Faber, who had been captured, looked at the face so close to his and couldn't help but laugh.
Vison's face was flushed, clearly from embarrassment, but he tried to appear calm and collected.
Like a naive newcomer to love pretending to be a seasoned pro, full of flaws, yet captivating the heart with his contrast and endearing charm.
His smile shattered Vincent's facade, and he laughed too, his earlier composure vanished, his ears turning a deep, almost blood-red, color, a mixture of embarrassment and shame.
The only thing keeping him going, despite his flushed face, was his competitive spirit: "What are you laughing at! The teacher is talking to you, student."
He deliberately bit down "this classmate" very hard to enhance the immersive experience of "this classmate".
Seeing that he refused to give up, Phipps had no choice but to continue to obediently cooperate with his performance.
With a flicker of his eye, the aloof and righteous general truly embodied the role, transforming in an instant into a troublesome school bully, the kind who's wicked and can win the hearts of a bunch of innocent young men.
"Oh? How will the teacher punish me?" He revealed a wicked smile, his face changing from its usual upright appearance to one of complete opposite, captivating and alluring, like a male fox spirit brought to life from a book.
“I’ll punish you…” Vincent couldn’t figure it out yet, but Feppos had already taken the initiative, pulling him by the hand and continuing the performance on his own.
He unbuttoned a few buttons on his chest, pulled his hand straight inside, and the touch felt familiar.
The chest that was so elastic and hot this morning seems even hotter now, almost scorching.
"Teacher, you can do anything to me." Feibosi looked at him meaningfully, licking her lips slightly with the tip of her tongue, giving her pale red lips a glistening sheen, as if inviting someone to taste them.
Vison's controlled hand unconsciously touched himself a few times. When he realized what the bumps and lines under his hand were, he tried to pull his hand away and act like a normal person, but Feibos held him down and touched him a few more times.
"Don't you like it, teacher?" Fei Bosi emphasized the end of his voice, like a big black cat whose belly had been rubbed so comfortably that his eyes narrowed slightly, and he tilted his head back, breathing heavily.
Vison unconsciously touched it again.
Watching him breathe more and more comfortably and contentedly gave me a strange sense of accomplishment.
Just like cat owners always want to pet their cats until they feel comfortable, Vison, this "cat owner," is no exception.
and......
As he stroked the insect, it breathed heavily or lightly, as if the entire insect was held in his hand and belonged to him, greatly satisfying his morbid desire for control and possession.
But on the surface, he still maintained an indifferent, aloof, and noble demeanor. He even looked at the panting Feibosi and casually tossed out a vicious comment: "Dissolute."
But just then, he saw the insect, who still had a mischievous and alluring look on his face, lower his head and place a gentle kiss on the back of his other hand. At the moment of the kiss, his expression was devout, as if he were praying to the god he believed in.
Vincent pursed his lips.
This insect is always like that, alluring yet innocent, making him angry at the same time softening his heart.
“Visen doesn’t like it?” Feibos looked up, staring intently at him, a fleeting seriousness hidden behind the roguish mask.
“Didn’t you just ask me how I was going to punish you?” Vincent didn’t answer directly, but instead asked.
"Um."
"Anything is fine?"
“Anything is fine.” Fipos’s smiling eyes held an infinite tenderness reserved only for him.
Vinson gently pushed him backward, and he fell backward as Vinson straddled him with his legs spread wide.
He leaned down and bit Fipos's lip, just like Fipos had bitten him that morning, at the same angle, even with the same force: "I'm punishing you by making you continue what we did this morning."
Fepos lay sprawled on the sofa, his white hair cascading down his back, some strands even reaching the floor. Black and white, allure and innocence, righteousness and wickedness—completely contradictory elements combined within him, making him seem like a truly alluring enchantress.
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "With pleasure."
Vincent pressed his advantage, twirling a few strands of his hair with his fingers and gently tugging at them, as if to remind him, "Can we just go in? I can't hold back anymore, I've been waiting since this morning..."
Despite having an innocent-looking face, he says outrageous things and likes to make insects answer such difficult questions on the bed. What a wicked male insect!
"No, it'll break..."
Before he could finish refusing, he was abruptly interrupted by an external force, the sound stuck in his throat.
An unexpected visitor.
"I can hear water running... Is there a leak somewhere in the house?"
Yu Youwei withdrew her hand, and Vison licked his glistening fingers, his expression innocent, as if he were simply puzzled.
"Well......"
They were already too familiar with each other's bodies; the simple appetizer alone was enough to send Feibos to the peak, feeling an overwhelming urge that left him unable to recover.
Vison mischievously patted his face with the hand he had just licked, even letting those two fingers brush against his lips, wanting him to taste it too: "Say something. Is it sweet?"
"Come in, Vison."
With his eyes brimming with tears, Phipps frankly and directly expressed his desires.
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Author's note: I originally planned to split it into two chapters, but after looking at it again, I decided it was more enjoyable to read it all at once.
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