Chapter 31, Chapter 33: Hysteria - "Kiss...?"
He spoke very quickly, as if the words that had once hurt him deeply had been rotting in his heart and he couldn't wait to utter them.
Vison was taken aback by what he said.
They were so close that their pheromones intertwined, and the scents of glaciers and oranges became inseparable.
But in reality, they were locked in a standoff. Even though both their hearts were filled with bitterness, neither was willing to back down. Or rather, what they were willing to concede was something the other could not accept.
"Is this your reason for convicting me without asking me a single question? Why can't you always trust me?" Vison felt he was being extremely unreasonable, yet he couldn't help but lash out.
He wanted the insect in front of him to believe in him unconditionally, love him, and have the whole insect fall into his palm.
Even though he knew it was wrong and morbid, he still demanded it of Fipos.
Fipos remained silent for a long time, showing neither annoyance nor fear in the face of such unreasonable and morbid accusations. He looked at him calmly, as if in still water, his eyes filled with too many emotions, and finally, he said, "Most male insects are like this."
"So, in your eyes, I'm no different from those male insects." Vinson's eyes sharpened, his emotions becoming somewhat agitated, his eyes filled with hurt. "Did you just throw all the precious moments we shared away to the dogs?"
Finally, a crack appeared in the mask of Feppos, which had remained calm and composed, as if he didn't care about anything, revealing the surging, tightly suppressed emotions beneath.
His low, hoarse voice rose slightly, becoming heavily hoarse, as if he had become a desperate person with nowhere else to turn: "Can I trust you? Vincent, are you willing to let me trust you?"
As Fipos recalled the secret chamber beneath his estate, a surge of emotion welled up in his eyes.
Vison, can I trust you? Would you lie to me? Can you bear the consequences of lying to me?
Would you be willing to do that?
Fipos swallowed the words he was about to utter, and looked at Vison in silence and stubbornness.
“You should have believed me.” Vison said matter-of-factly, his eyes red as he stubbornly stared at him. “Why didn’t you come over then? Why did you walk away so indifferently! Why didn’t you want to show our relationship in front of the other insects!”
The fact that Fipos turned away indifferently without hesitation left an endless shadow in his heart; he had also seen such a figure on his mother's back.
Because he inherited none of his mother's biological talents, when he secretly went to find her, she turned away, unwilling to let anyone know that she had given birth to a son without talent.
All you Fibonacci, am I also so unworthy of your attention?
“I have no right to go there,” Fipos stated, acknowledging a fact he himself was avoiding. “Besides, would you even want me to go?”
You clearly have a more intimate female insect by your side, so what right do I have to steal her away?
Phibes mentally added what he hadn't said, his scarlet eyes filled with desolation.
"What's there to be unwilling about! It's clearly your own fault for not coming over; you just don't want to be associated with me!" Back then, it was clearly his own fault for not wanting an identity, and now he's using his lack of identity as an excuse.
Vison felt a surge of annoyance.
Thus, the steady general, known as the imperial heavy weapon, and the new generation male insect, known as the imperial star, started arguing like countless ordinary couples, their eyes red and necks thick from the quarrel.
The arguments, however, were all pointless and meaningless.
They were venting their hatred for each other.
Or love.
Their emotions were so intense that their mental energies clashed in the air, evenly matched, and the overflowing mental energy shattered the items in the house.
A crisp shattering sound echoed across the ground, as if the two of them had been broken into pieces.
Later, watching Vincent cry, listening to his furious shouts, seeing how his eyes and pale neck were stained red with his intense emotions, Feppos gradually fell silent.
The helplessness and heartache that belatedly emerged replaced other emotions.
"I'm sorry, Vincent, I was in a bad mood just now. I'm sorry." He bowed his head and apologized, trying to take Vincent's hand but was forcefully shaken off. He tried again, but was shaken off again. After being shaken off several times, Fepois's hand hung helplessly in mid-air.
He dared not hold on any longer, yet he still wanted to. So his hand remained helplessly still, only a few centimeters away from Vison's hand, yet it became a line he could not cross.
"Don't cry, I'm sorry." Feibos apologized repeatedly, his tone full of remorse.
He had clearly been sitting alone for several hours, processing his intense emotions.
What he was thinking about most while sitting there was what he would do if Vison didn't want him anymore.
How can I forcefully stay by his side? How can we go back to the time when it was just the two of them?
Even when Vinson pushed open the door and even sat down at the dining table, Feibos thought he could control himself. He knew that many female insects would go through this, but he overestimated himself. He couldn't control himself at all and started arguing with Vinson, pushing Vinson further and further away.
He clearly felt that his father cared, didn't he? It's just that he doubted, dared not believe, and was afraid.
He was afraid of giving everything away, afraid that if he handed over the necklace that held him captive to Vison, the fragile Vison would be accidentally hurt by his sudden outburst.
After venting his anger, Vinson stopped. A few small tears still clung to his long, black eyelashes, and his eyes were still red. He had completely calmed down and didn't say a word, just staring coldly at Feibos.
Fipos tentatively took his hand, and this time he didn't shake it off.
He had completely abandoned the attitude he had when questioning Vinson. He gripped the soft, white hand in his own, his eyes filled with apology, and he spoke with even greater caution, "I obtained a large gem on Amiya Star last time. May I use it as my apology gift?"
Amiya Star, the planet that Feibos had just reclaimed. It was because of that battle that his mental energy went berserk. He met Vison in the cave, and from then on, his insect life took a different turn.
He later developed a particular fondness for that planet, believing it to be a gift from the Insect God.
Amiya's Time Star gems are said to enhance the mental power of male insects.
Anything involving the male insect's spiritual power is an immeasurable treasure; even a tiny bit of powder can fetch an astronomical price, and it's priceless.
Even someone as reclusive as Vison could often hear male insects discussing the gems of Amiya Star while he was at the academy.
Phibes described this precious gem as "a large piece" and casually suggested it as a gift of apology.
No, it wasn't casual either. His expression was solemn, as if getting his forgiveness was the most important thing at that moment, and compared to this, even precious treasures became insignificant.
"Hmm." Vincent lowered his eyes, his tone flat, but his expression betrayed a hint of melancholy.
He knew in his heart that the matter was not over yet.
The conflict that just erupted between them has not been resolved. Like the last dispute, it remained unresolved, leading to this current problem, which is also unresolved and will inevitably erupt again someday.
Fipos understood as well.
They seemed to be caught in a vicious cycle.
They desperately wanted to solve the problem and protect each other, but this very desire made the problem worse and the conflict more intense. Both sides were exhausted and didn't know what to do.
"A kiss?" Vison looked down at him, his eyes filled with an inscrutable desire.
Fipos leaned closer to him, a silent acquiescence.
She closed her eyes, wanting to kiss him, but just as she was about to touch Vincent's lips, he grabbed her by the neck and pressed her back onto the sofa.
With his hair down and eyes closed, Fei Pos slumped heavily onto the sofa, realizing with mixed feelings that his instinctive resistance was no longer effective against Vinson.
He opened his eyes and saw Vincent's face gradually enlarging in front of him.
Then my lips felt a soft touch, like holding a frozen rose jelly in my mouth on a summer day—soft, slightly cool, and with a fragrance lingering around my nose.
Fepos eagerly stuck out his tongue, and before he could even savor the jelly he had been eyeing for so long, he felt his lips being grabbed. The next second, a pain shot through his lips, and a slight metallic taste spread between them.
Their lips parted, and he saw Vison looking at him with a triumphant smile, as if he had successfully exacted his revenge.
The crimson blood stained his lips, making his already rosy lips appear even more luscious, like the most beautiful red rose blooming in the snow, attracting everyone who had witnessed his glory to pluck it and possess it for themselves.
Fipos licked the small bite mark, not annoyed, but instead laughed.
His lips, which were originally a very light color, were now stained with blood.
It was as if he had been given an extremely beautiful color, which complemented his eyes, which were like precious rubies. Paired with his long white hair draped over his back and his dark skin, he was as beautiful as a god that Vinson could only see in the game.
"Hiss." The beautiful god reached out a finger to press the small cut on his lip, but showed no anger. Instead, he smiled at Vincent, a smile as stunning as the first time they met, which made Vincent stare for a moment.
But this seems to be just a matter of diplomacy before resorting to force.
Fipos suddenly stood up and caught Vinson just as he was about to fall off, catching him by the back. The insect bent over and pressed its forehead against Vinson's, using its larger size and shadow to envelop Vinson completely.
The normally mild and harmless orange scent of pheromones in front of Visen now took on a dangerous tinge.
The next second, a long, powerful hand with prominent veins pressed down on that smooth, black hair, preventing Vinson from retreating even an inch. The whole insect searched for the jelly that had just left before it could be licked and kissed it heavily.
He kissed him deeply and intensely, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
Vincent returned the kiss, not to be outdone.
Both kissed fiercely, as if trying to conquer each other, or as if trying to blend their lingering possessiveness and desire for control into the kiss, trying to get something from each other.
Their tongues intertwined, and the liquid between their lips made one's heart race.
The sound of water stains.
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