Chapter 150: Desire

"What are you doing, puppy?"

His Majesty's voice came from outside, and Ernest in the bathroom began to put on his clothes in a panic.

"hiss……"

The brand new armor suddenly pressed against his chest, and Ernest gasped at the sudden pain.

"What's wrong?"

Samuel was standing outside the bathroom, with only a door between them, so he naturally heard Ernest's breath.

Ernest quickly put on his clothes and only dared to open the door after confirming that there was nothing unusual about himself in the mirror.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, for keeping you waiting."

Samuel's eyes fell on Ernest's armor.

Why do you have to dress so warmly after taking a shower?

The slow-witted puppy obviously also discovered this problem. His spiritual sea fluctuated violently, and he was obviously thinking of an excuse.

Samuel's eyes darkened.

But his face remained expressionless.

"Trying out new armor?"

Samuel asked.

During the Spring Brewing Day ceremony, Ernest, as his guard bee, will always be by his side.

So when the temple sent Samuel's robe, it also sent a newly made armor for this guard bee.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The excuse was handed to him and the heavy stone in Ernest's heart finally fell.

Then he realized that he was deceiving His Majesty, and he felt guilty and conflicted.

Fortunately, His Majesty didn't say much.

"Come on, puppy."

"It's very late."

After saying this, Samuel turned around and returned to the nest.

Ernest followed behind His Majesty, and the armor made a slight clinking sound.

He walked very slowly.

Ernest was not delaying on purpose; something had simply changed in him.

If bulging chest muscles can be attributed to exercise, then...

What should we say about fruits that ripen too early?

If she was wearing tight clothing, Your Majesty, with your keen sense, would have noticed it immediately.

But the bad thing is that despite all the changes they have undergone, the most important things are still slow to arrive.

Ernest tried hard to recall the methods in the classics.

Are pheromones not enough?

But how can he obtain His Majesty's pheromones...

Perhaps he could tell His Majesty directly, but what if His Majesty didn't want to?

Her Majesty has already instructed that Your Majesty must not be informed until the matter is accomplished.

What if his own body is not up to the task and he can't succeed even if he obtains the pheromones? Wouldn't that make His Majesty happy for nothing?

This is so bad!

While thinking of a countermeasure, Ernest slowly walked towards the lair. He first blew out the candle used for lighting in the bedroom, and then gently put down his armor.

Then it changed into its original form and flew out.

Oh yes, he should have turned into his original form in the bathroom just now!

No, that’s not possible.

If you change back to your original form in the bathroom, the fur on your body will definitely be contaminated by moisture.

Your Majesty will feel uncomfortable.

Ernest squeezed into the nest and found that His Majesty was lying in the fluffy down with his eyes closed.

The white, light down wrapped His Majesty like a cloud.

Perhaps Your Majesty was meant to live in heaven and sleep in the clouds.

It's like...

Like gods.

Ernest felt as if his heart was also filled with fluffy down, becoming soft and light.

Your Majesty is truly wonderful.

Ernest sighed as he crawled in quietly. His six little feet moved alternately, but the door of the "eggshell" seemed to be a little smaller, or perhaps his original form had become a little bigger.

His fur rubbed gently against the exit, making a rustling sound.

His Majesty was startled by the noise. He raised his eyelids, looked at Ernest with his golden eyes, and then stretched out his hands to him.

Ernest was struck by this action.

He seemed to hear the sound of a sharp sword piercing his chest.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."

Ernest said softly, then crawled in quickly.

He skillfully lay down on his side, allowing His Majesty to rest snugly on his softest, furry belly.

Ernest once again thanked his dominant insect species.

Thanks to the characteristics of bumblebees, he has a fluffy coat that allows him to bring warmth to His Majesty.

His Majesty's hands skillfully inserted themselves into his thick and dense fur.

The slender five fingers scratched along the velvet a few times, bringing a tingling sensation that made Ernest's scalp tingle.

Ernest curled up his feet to prevent them from accidentally scratching His Majesty.

But His Majesty kept getting closer.

Almost the whole person was buried in it.

"His Majesty……"

Ernest noticed that His Majesty's movements were getting bigger and bigger. His five fingers didn't seem to be feeling the comfort of the fur, but seemed to be searching for something.

He spoke at a loss for words.

Then I heard His Majesty's muffled voice coming from among the fur.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

Ernest then realized that His Majesty thought he was wearing armor to cover his wounds.

But the original bee species does not have mammary organs.

So Your Majesty will not notice anything unusual anyway.

"No, Your Majesty." Ernest's heart felt like it was soaked in acid water.

He was impressed by His Majesty's kindness and gentleness, but also felt sad and guilty for having deceived His Majesty.

"I'm not hurt."

He repeated.

"That's good."

Samuel reached out and touched Ernest's fur.

Because when Samuel entered the bathroom just now, he smelled an extremely sweet smell.

It makes him very hungry.

This means that the sweetness was not achieved by nectar or pollen, but was more likely Ernest's blood.

That's why he was worried that this stupid little bumblebee was injured somewhere, but was afraid of being discovered by him.

But when he looked carefully, he found that the fragrance disappeared as suddenly as it came.

Samuel believed that it was not his illusion, as his sense of smell was very keen.

"You were there when those guard bees were collecting blood today, weren't you?"

Ernest's hind legs moved uneasily.

"Yes, your majesty."

Samuel nodded slightly.

Now it makes sense.

Ernest had a small wound on his body.

There are many places to draw blood, but the essence blood usually comes from the tip of the ring finger, the neck or the chest.

He would easily notice if it was the fingertips or the neck, so Ernest must have made a cut on the chest.

What Samuel didn't know was that Ernest did have a small wound on his chest, but for an S-level female bee, such a wound was insignificant.

It was almost healed by the time he went to pick fruit.

The source of that special fragrance was not blood.

"Fool."

Samuel softened his voice.

He buried his head in Ernest's fur.

The fragrance of the fragrant flowers surrounded him again.

grassland.

Sunlight.

Flowers.

Ernest is such a warm and beautiful existence to him.

.

"His Majesty……"

Late at night, Ernest quietly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the sleeping Majesty in his arms, then called out tentatively in the lowest voice.

His Majesty's eyelashes never trembled in the slightest.

Ernest breathed a sigh of relief.

Building this nest is really a perfect match.

Your Majesty slept soundly here.

Ernest's original form became smaller and smaller, and then he looked at His Majesty's sleeping face again.

Then it carefully changed into a humanoid form.

Fortunately, the nest was covered with bee-eater down.

This layer of hair, when touched roughly, is not much different from the hair of a bumblebee.

This way, his bare body will not make Your Majesty feel cold.

Before falling asleep, Ernest thought for a long time. He followed the classics given by the Queen in every step.

If there is no physical problem with him, then the pheromone supply is not enough.

That's why he dared to do it.

Oh my God, if His Majesty or other bee tribes knew about his actions, he would definitely be sentenced to death!

However, no matter how fearful we are, it is not as important as your Majesty's full stomach.

Ernest has made up his mind and will not change it.

He is such a stubborn bull-like creature.

His resolve was as strong as his body.

Even if I hit a wall, I will never look back.

Ernest stretched out his strong arms and embraced His Majesty.

His Majesty leaned on him, his breath just within reach.

Ernest carefully observed His Majesty's expression.

I found that His Majesty's sleeping face was still very peaceful.

That’s it…

Besides sex, the most abundant pheromones of male bees are found in their breath.

Of course, Ernest could not make any more aggressive moves. Firstly, he could not offend His Majesty in this way. Secondly, if he touched His Majesty's lips, His Majesty would definitely wake up!

Just stay like this for one night, and that should be enough...

Ernest thought uncertainly, his eyes unconsciously falling on His Majesty's lips.

Just like dewdrops on flowers.

When Ernest was still a worker bee, he often worked too late and had no time to return to the hive.

He would choose a flower bud that would close at night and crawl into it, and sleep there all night.

Then when you wake up the next day, the buds will reopen.

If you taste it, you will see dew condensed on it, soaking it with the fragrance of the flowers, making it extremely sweet.

Ernest really liked the cool, floral-scented dewdrops.

I wonder if your majesty's lips taste like dewdrops...

Because your Majesty's body temperature has always been low, it will also be cool.

But it should be more fragrant than flowers...

When Ernest realized what he was thinking, his whole body froze like a bird struck by lightning.

He actually, he actually dared to covet Your Majesty like this!

Your Majesty's lip beads...

Is it something a lowly female bee like him could even dream of?!

No, it's something no female bee can even dream of! Don't offend!

Absolutely not! No!

The thought that a female bee might offend His Majesty in this way would drive Ernest crazy!

However, perhaps because his breathing became rapid, His Majesty's eyelashes began to flutter slightly.

“!”

In panic, Ernest turned into a giant bumblebee again.

But this time, he didn't control the strength of the transformation well.

He pressed his entire bumblebee tightly against His Majesty.