Chapter 48, Chapter 52: Taming "So, what do you hope for..."
In the time before Fipose left, Vison always felt that he and Fipose had a good relationship.
Even when he thinks deeply, Vison inevitably admits that there are unresolved issues, unspoken feelings, and missed connections between them.
He believed that Fipos was also aware of this.
But they always tacitly ignore and avoid it.
In most cases, Vison felt that this kind of life was good, and they could continue living like this forever, with only a few minor gray areas that were harmless.
He believed that Fipos thought so too.
But when real problems arose, Vison looked back and realized that their relationship was already on the verge of breaking.
Those unspoken feelings, those unspoken words, those presumptuous considerations for the other person—they have become like cracks breaking through the ice.
They both tried their best to walk on the ice, trying to be good to each other according to the other's wishes.
But this sense of goodness is only what they perceive themselves to be.
So they stumbled and fell many times, yet their bond remained intertwined.
If the thin ice had remained, they might have been able to entangle themselves until death.
Unfortunately, this thin layer of ice is too fragile and will eventually break.
If it wasn't this matter, it would have been something else.
After the thin ice broke, the fog dissipated, and Vison finally saw their true nature and problems.
They share similar overlooked upbringing, and are equally gifted and accomplished at a young age. This experience has forged their strong defensiveness and self-esteem, along with their awkward and contradictory nature.
They feel that the other person is too good to be true, but they don't know how to love or how to receive love in return. No one taught them what normal love looks like during their upbringing.
They went astray, developing a distorted possessiveness and desire for control, which, when it flares up, makes them uncontrollably want to hold the other person in their grasp.
But the lessons of their predecessors, and something called "love" that they themselves were unaware of, had already grown, was pulling at their reason, making them afraid that they would tarnish the other's brilliance.
But if they don't do anything, seeing the other person always shining will make them feel inferior.
This seems to create an unsolvable cycle.
These volatile emotions tormented them, constituting all their love and hate.
In the end, it developed into a situation where they couldn't help but love each other, trying hard to hide their dark side, while refusing to admit that they loved each other and trying their best to present the most respectable image.
They dared not give themselves away, or rather, they could not accept the possibility of being completely rejected by the other party.
Yet they clearly longed for each other.
After seeing it clearly, Vison realized how naive and ridiculous his previous assumptions had been.
He had previously thought that they would always be there for each other and walk hand in hand through life.
Perhaps one morning, perhaps one afternoon, or perhaps one ambiguous evening, he will cast aside his fear and honestly tell Phipps that he loves him.
Tell him honestly that although he doesn't quite understand the feeling of love either, he hopes they can explore it together.
Or wait until Phibes comes to his senses, until Phibes tells him he likes and loves him, then he can naturally respond that he liked him even earlier.
He never imagined that he would have to take all the initiative in his own hands, like the Zerg, and force Feibos to do what the native male Zerg would do.
He thought they had plenty of time and a long future.
But this time, Fipos' departure and serious injury were like a harsh slap in the face from reality, shattering his previous illusions and his idea of taking things slowly.
No, there isn't enough time.
It is temporary.
He needs Fipose to actively break through that thin layer of ice and see the real them.
He needs Phyllis to tell him he loves him, to be tamed by him. He needs to look at him, listen to him, believe in him, and give himself to him without reservation.
He wanted to deal with him in the way that Phibos had come into contact with, in the way the Zerg had done.
He wants all the initiative, he wants to listen to him, instead of being presumptuous and trying to please him.
*
Fipos followed Vison into the hall.
He stood before him, a man of immense height whose shadow completely enveloped the seated Vison. He should have been the one with the advantage, yet it was Vison who stood there uneasily.
The immense pressure and imposing aura emanating from him vanished completely before Vison.
He was like a tamed beast, but the chain that firmly connected to the beast's collar was held tightly in Vincent's hand.
Vison tapped the ground with his toes, his face displaying an indifferent expression that even the insects couldn't fathom.
"Kneel down."
Those two short words made Fei Pos's heart tremble.
His tone was cold, unlike his usual one.
In the past, even when Vison spoke to him in a cold tone, one could still sense the softness within him; now, however, it was completely cold.
Knowing that his sudden departure had angered him, Feppos offered no resistance and knelt down obediently.
Even the thought of kneeling before a male insect was something he felt utterly disgusted and resistant to before he met Vison.
But now that he was actually kneeling before Vison, he felt no sense of humiliation whatsoever.
All he felt was worry for Vison.
I'm worried that he'll get sick from anger, and I'm worried that he might suffer a backlash while I'm trying to appease him.
He wanted to ask him, but before he could speak, Vison stomped hard on his thigh.
"Um."
Fipos, caught off guard by his step, let out a muffled groan.
The action looked brutal, but for Fepos, the force only caused him extremely slight pain.
More than anything, it's what attracts his attention.
Fipos couldn't help but follow them with his eyes.
Her fair feet, like a piece of fine mutton fat jade, were warm and lustrous. Her toes were full and rounded, and large patches of bluish veins could be seen on her thin instep. Even the entire sole of her foot had a faint pinkish hue.
The fair, soft feet and dark skin, along with the muscular thighs, created a striking contrast in color and strength.
As Feibos watched, his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously a few times.
They were completely different; she looked soft and weak, yet she could lift his legs up in one go...
Like Vison himself.
Despite its seemingly harmless and delicate appearance, insects that come into contact with it know just how sharp its spines are.
As Fipos described him upon their first meeting, he was like a beautiful and expensive imperial rose, but blooming in the wild.
As Fei Pos watched, he became somewhat mesmerized.
Vison saw him standing there dumbfounded, but assumed he couldn't bear the humiliation, so he stomped on him again with a little more force.
Like the villains who cause trouble if they don't get candy on Halloween.
"Hmm..." Feppos groaned with his movements.
Vison harbored the intention to punish him severely, and even prepared to go to the forum to look up a hundred ways to punish the female ruler.
But what he saw on the forum made him frown involuntarily.
It was too brutal. He suspected he had entered the wrong channel and stumbled into some mysterious BDSM community, making him wonder what was going on in their heads.
After looking at it for a while, the lightest punishment was whipping.
But the thought flashed through his mind for only a second before he rejected it.
If Feppos is injured and the whip worsens his condition, or if his mental energy goes berserk, then he'll have to treat him.
Even though Fepos's injuries are almost completely healed, and his healing ability has also fully recovered.
Moreover, he wasn't used to using a whip.
He was deceiving himself.
But after thinking about it for a long time, he came up with a good way to humiliate him.
He lifted Fipos's chin with the instep: "I'm talking to you."
This was the first time in his life that General Fipose had been treated this way.
Those beautiful feet were stretched into a beautiful arc.
From his angle, he could see Vison's straight legs, his delicate face beneath his jet-black hair, the lingering blush on his face, and his dark, bright eyes fixed intently on him.
As he watched, Fei Bosi's bright red eyes turned dark, burning with what seemed like anger and longing.
His breathing became noticeably more labored.
Vison mistakenly thought he was about to lose his temper and was secretly pleased with himself.
Completely unaware that the creature kneeling upright on the ground, resembling a docile insect, was rapidly moving its Adam's apple up and down.
“Visen,” Fipos called out, his voice low.
"Hmm?" Vison looked at him smugly.
Fipos called out to him, but didn't speak. He just kept his chin raised by his feet and stared straight at him.
Phibos knelt obediently, his chin lifted by the instep of the man's foot, an inch in front of his vulnerable Adam's apple, which seemed to forcefully imbue Phibos with a sense of submission and helplessness. His smooth, silvery-white hair trailed on the ground, like a holy god fallen to earth, tainted by the man's defilement.
His Adam's apple slid and touched the tip of his toes.
Vison swallowed unconsciously as well.
......
The atmosphere seemed to suddenly become a little strange.
Vincent pursed his lips, awkwardly withdrew his foot, leaned down, and used his hand instead.
A hint of regret flashed in Fipose's eyes.
With his thumb supporting and his slender index finger pressing down, he gripped Fipos's chin tightly, forcing him to keep his head up and meet those dark eyes.
"Tell me about it, you who were matched with a male lord."
Once this topic started to be discussed...
The atmosphere, which had been filled with pink bubbles, instantly became tense and cold.
“I…” Fepos began, but then fell silent.
"Can't say?" Vinson raised an eyebrow, his eyes blazing with a long-suppressed rage that finally erupted.
"Ah, should I not make you kneel now? After all, we have no relationship anymore, and I can't delay you from seeing your new master." His voice was as cold as ice, with a strong sense of sarcasm.
However, despite saying that, his feet were still firmly planted on Fipos's thighs.
"No," Feppos denied hastily.
Seeing Fipos's eager denial, Vincent prompted, "Then what do you hope for?"
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