Chapter 56, Chapter 60: The Downpour – “The Massage Club…”
"Hehe." Vincent just stared at him and smiled, but didn't expose him, giving him some face.
Fipos was incredibly strong and ate all the plates clean.
Seeing how much Feibos was enjoying his food, Vison finally felt a sense of accomplishment in his cooking skills and even felt a sense of achievement in feeding the piglets.
I even ate more than usual.
The two ate and drank their fill, and had nothing else to do.
Fipos diligently tidied up, even pulling aside the robot butler who wanted to help, forcing it into standby mode.
There is concrete evidence that this house only needs him to clean it; no other insects besides him and Vincent can be allowed in.
Meanwhile, Vincent sat on the soft sofa, staring intently at the quantum computer with an extremely serious expression.
Even after Feiposi finished tidying up and came over, Vincent's eyes did not leave the quantum computer, and he did not even change his movements.
Fipos paused for a moment, then remembered what Vinson had told him last time that he could see anything, so he walked over openly and stood behind Vinson.
He assumed that Vinson was drawing mechanical diagrams with such seriousness, but upon closer inspection, he found Vinson deep in thought, pen in hand, staring at the electronic calendar, seemingly troubled.
The electronic calendar in front of me has been marked in many places.
Tomorrow's date is marked with an asterisk, and the date a few days later is circled in red.
Feibos narrowed his eyes and saw a small, overlapping search record floating to the side: "When did the ancient insect race live...?"
The following text was illegible, and Fipos guessed that he was probably looking for some kind of holiday.
He had heard that the ancient insect race chose specific times to do certain things, but he had only heard a little bit about it and had not learned anything about it.
"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" Fipos asked softly, handing the lemonade he was holding to Vincent.
Vison turned his head to look at him, took the lemonade, and casually turned off the personal terminal.
Seeing his seemingly submissive posture, she impulsively decided to play a strange game with him: "I heard you're the top performer here, what services do you offer?"
"It's a pleasure to serve you. We have all kinds of services available for your selection." He instantly understood what he meant, and bowed his head, his expression becoming humble.
They cooperated very well.
All that's missing is a male servant outfit.
It was as if he had truly become the top star of the brothel, and Vincent was the top customer.
Vincent suppressed a laugh that seemed to slip out of character: "Then give me a massage, you know how to give a massage, right?"
“Of course, I am skilled and it is an honor to serve you.” He leaned closer, his deep and magnetic voice falling on Vinson’s ear, bringing a warm breath, clearly showing that this was a man who did not follow the rules.
The rough, calloused hands landed on Vison's smooth, soft skin, creating a distinct and uncontrollable tactile sensation.
The warmth of my palms felt like they were about to burn the skin beneath my hands.
Vison initially instinctively tried to shrug and dodge, but was firmly held.
Even though they were extremely close, the temperature was scalding, and their presence was very strong, it seemed as if they genuinely just wanted to give him a massage out of kindness.
The technique was precise, and the pressure was just right.
Vincent's body gradually relaxed, and he let out a comfortable sigh as Vincent was being massaged.
Until the scent of oranges in the air became increasingly strong.
Vison turned around, sensing something, and met Fipos's completely darkened eyes.
Fipos swore that when he first saw Vison enjoying the massage, he was genuinely just thinking about giving him a good massage.
During the massage, Vison's loose loungewear was pulled and tugged, and the front buttons accidentally came undone, revealing a large area of fair and smooth skin. From his angle, one could even see his beautiful abs and the mysterious area.
Add to that his comfortable humming.
This made Fei Pos's mind keep flooding back to the night, to the state of Vincent when he was being served so comfortably.
It was the same back then, with skin that seemed to glow, a comfortable expression, and a soft hum.
When Faber saw Vincent turn his head, he showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, he used this opportunity to get even closer to him.
"Would you like to try other services?" His voice had become extremely hoarse and low.
He was also wearing loose-fitting loungewear.
But at some point, he unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing a large expanse of muscular skin, a beautiful chocolate brown color accented with pink, showcasing his broad chest and well-defined muscles.
Vincent swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked, "Oh?"
A soft, wet touch landed on his bobbing Adam's apple, and a large, dark hand skillfully ignited a fire within him.
The humming became deeper.
It has a touch of sexiness.
This positive feedback was like a great reward, making Philip kiss even harder.
"Please enjoy me, my lord."
Vison's pupils contracted.
Joy decided to accept this "restless" top star.
Everything then went smoothly and naturally.
*
"My Lord, My Lord." His voice, which was usually low and aggressive, was now soft and gentle. The insect became like a greedy cat, rubbing against Vinson's body as if it were rubbing against catnip.
"Good boy." Vincent stroked his hair.
Her face conveyed a gentleness that was the complete opposite of her body movements.
It might be the stimulation from the strange role-playing.
They were all more sensitive and more excited.
Especially Fipos, towards the end, the entire insect became lost.
"Who am I?" Vinson raised his head and brought his face close, their breaths mingling. He stared into Phibos's unfocused eyes, and his fingers, which were pinching Phibos's chin, tightened slightly, bringing Phibos back to his senses.
“A mighty ruler.”
"Anything else?"
“And…” Fipos was drunk and unable to think, so he murmured instinctively, “Visen? My… lord.”
"Oh, right, good boy." Vincent smiled, like the brightest sunshine on a spring afternoon, and gave his good boy a reward.
Sweating profusely.
Vincent touched Fipose's slightly flushed face and asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Very, very comfortable." Satisfied, Fepos rested his face in his palm and rubbed it against him obediently.
So good.
Vison looked at him, his eyes dark and frightening.
Tonight, Feppos was frighteningly obedient, doing whatever he was told, completely satisfying Vincent's perverted and excessive possessiveness.
"I love you so much." Exhausted, Feppos instinctively tugged at Vincent's fingers and said to him, as if in a slightly coquettish tone, revealing her soft inner self.
This sentence seemed to have become the underlying code engraved in his thought process; it would be triggered whenever he saw Vison, and he would want to express his love.
“I love you too.” Vison lowered her head and kissed him.
Their hearts beat in unison, they exchanged love, and their spiritual powers merged.
It was as if they had truly achieved a fusion of flesh and blood, becoming one.
After a short rest, Feppos chuckled, clearly having forgotten the pain of his earlier injury and his earlier pathetic state of begging for mercy with tears in his eyes.
He pulled Vison into a tight embrace and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Are you satisfied with my service, Your Excellency?"
The air was thick with the scent of erotic tantalizing fumes, clearly indicating the satisfaction of the two who had just been intimate.
Asking a question you already know the answer to.
Vison, held in his arms, nestled deeper into his embrace, letting out a comfortable sigh, mischievously refusing to let Feibos have his way: "It'll do, I guess."
Phibes realized he was being teased and laughed, but his tone was exceptionally unyielding, carrying the same strong possessiveness: "It's no use if you're not satisfied, Your Excellency. I'll have to serve you."
“However, I did learn a new method yesterday…” Feibos deliberately dragged out his words, licking his lips, his tone suggestive.
*
Sweat poured down his face, and Vison felt incredibly hot and stuffy all over.
The room temperature had been drastically lowered, but it did nothing to alleviate his heat.
He tilted his head back, revealing his long neck, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down impatiently.
Even his originally cool eyes were now tinged with red, blending with the red on his neck and cheeks, making him look beautiful and sexy.
He now felt a little regretful, wondering why he had so inexplicably nodded and agreed to examine Fei Bosi's new findings.
He is now like a person hanging on the edge of a cliff, almost free, but always just short.
He couldn't help but pull Fipos's hair hard, drawing him closer to him.
Feppus did not struggle; instead, it became even softer.
His eyes were fixed on Vison, staring intently at his face, his expression, and even the tips of his hair that were being blown by the wind.
He couldn't help but feel an urge to vomit, and he recalled the methods he had learned on the forum, trying to make Vison feel more comfortable.
Even though he received nothing, only empty pheromones tempting him, when he looked at Vinson's face, at his sensual expression, and at his gradually reaching peak, he too would reach his peak.
The needs are met.
"Spit it out."
“It’s over.” Fipos smiled at him with a hint of mischief or smugness.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
Because of Vinson's determined struggle, some of the liquid landed on Fipos's face, clinging to his long eyelashes and hair.
When he looked at him with that smile, he possessed a fatal attraction that even he himself was unaware of.
Moreover, Vison was the one who was attracted, the one who fell for him, and the one who surrendered.
He couldn't help but push him down.
The clean carpet that was just laid out today has been ruined again.
This blanket was handpicked by Fei Bosi; it's big and soft, and even more suitable for rolling around than the last one.
They tested it themselves, and it was indeed true.
The flavors of glacier and orange blend together, intertwining and merging.
Inseparable.
Like a bottle filled with water, it makes a sound when shaken vigorously.
Despite the violent shaking, Fipos kept his eyes fixed on the red patch at the corner of Vinson's eye.
"Where on earth did you learn so many methods?" Vincent asked through gritted teeth, his voice unusually low and hoarse.
Fipos chuckled softly, his laughter seemingly carrying a tiny hook that firmly gripped Vinson: "Learned it on the forum, does the lord like it?"
"dislike."
“It seems I haven’t served you well enough. I have some other methods…” Fipos drawled, “The night is still long, we can try them slowly.”
It started raining in the middle of the night, but the warm yellow dim lights were still on in the lobby.
Through the glass window, they observed the rain closely and carefully.
It's been a long time since it's rained this heavily.
The unreasonable, sudden downpour seemed intent on washing away the carefully tended flowers in the garden.
The flowers, soaked by the downpour, lay flat on the ground, but would tremblingly rise again when the rain temporarily stopped.
It rained all night.
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