Chapter 4: If you're scared by the innocent boy's story, you can talk to me.

This was the first time Sersia had ever felt so awkward. Both psychologically and physically, she craved the male insect in front of her. Their compatibility seemed to be extremely high, beyond her imagination. Even the slightest caress made her feel overwhelmed with desire.

Sersia's aquamarine eyes trembled slowly. He subconsciously curled his fingertips and gently placed his hand on a certain spot on his lower abdomen.

There is a hideous scar there that can never be erased.

During the Battle of Far, his abdomen was pierced by a mech. It was a miracle that he survived, but he would inevitably pay the price of being unable to have children.

Sersia found it somewhat ridiculous.

He found procreation a disgusting thing, even though it was ingrained in his genes. But if the male insect was Hillan, he couldn't help but think about their future and would think that having an offspring would be nice.

What kind of personality will the insect cub have, and who will it resemble?

Hillland will also be a good father and build a happy family with him.

“My lord…”

Sersia was caught in an indescribable embarrassment, but Hillan seemed oblivious to his odd behavior, smiling and saying, "Sersia is really cute. I'm going to take a shower now. You can go to sleep if you're sleepy."

Sersia gave a soft "hmm".

99 is having a great time shipping the couple, but is also aware of just how inappropriate the villain's current state is for children.

It considered whether to tell Hillland, but ultimately decided against it, deciding to leave the lovers' affairs to them. There were physiological reasons for this, plus they liked each other; it was just that the host might not be able to satisfy the villain for the time being? After all, the host was still quite young, only about three months old to reach adulthood.

99 immediately went into hibernation.

Hillland was used to washing himself clean, putting on his pajamas, and going out. He didn't pay much attention to his appearance, but his image was never ruined by his casualness; on the contrary, it added a touch of homely warmth.

Sersia was completely buried in the blanket when she felt a corner of the blanket being lifted, and her movements became somewhat stiff.

Hillland was fully in bed and then naturally quieted down, as if she was really getting ready to sleep.

Sersia felt even more uncomfortable. He covered the flush on his cheeks with the sheet and hesitated for a long time. Even though he remembered that Hillan had said that he could speak directly if he had any needs, Sersia still found it difficult to speak. His eyelids trembled slightly.

Why are we ignoring him...? The physiological lessons about adult male insects clearly cover this.

When a female insect is soothed by pheromones, she will go into heat. The more compatible the insect is, the stronger the female insect's reaction will be. If the male ignores her, Sersia will really have to grit her teeth and get through this unbearable heat cycle.

Seemingly sensing the anxiety of the female insect beside her, Hillan turned over, her voice clearly audible in the quiet night.

"Cersia, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Sersia could feel the insect beside him slowly propping itself up. His legs trembled, and he felt as if he were soaking in water.

He didn't dare to speak, only grunting in response, but his voice was hoarse beyond belief.

"I'm fine..."

Sersia felt that he had become unlike himself. She wanted to struggle, but the next second, her forehead was gently touched. Hillan felt Sersia's body temperature with the back of his hand and slowly frowned, "You have a fever."

As soon as she finished speaking, the bedroom lights came back on. Hillan turned on the light and was about to go find the medicine when Sersia grabbed her wrist tightly.

Where are you going?

Hillan turned around, and Sersia's face was blurred and soft under the wall lamp. Her originally clear blue was now tinged with the shimmering light of dripping water. She was beautiful, but also fragile.

Hillland blushed instantly, pulled the hand that was resting on his wrist down, and slowly intertwined their fingers. He tried his best to comfort her, "I'll go get the thermometer. You seem to be sick."

Sersia opened her eyes wide, instantly looking even more like a cat, causing Hillan's health bar to explode on the spot.

"I am not sick."

The female insect gradually increased the pressure in his hand. He lowered his eyes, his disappointment evident. "You really don't know what's wrong with me, Master?"

Is she being coquettish?

Hillan was completely charmed. He got back into bed, knelt down in front of Sersia, and, as if coaxing a child, smiled and whispered, "So what's wrong with Sersia? Tell the Lord."

Sersia became even more aroused. The noble and aloof military woman who was originally so dignified seemed to melt into water. She got up and sat on Hillan's lap without saying a word. Sersia's body was flushed. Even though she was incomparably strong, she could not help but show her vulnerable side at this moment.

It looked like it was about to collapse; the beautiful, smooth curve of its back was broken, and it was trembling uncontrollably.

“My lord…”

He called to him softly.

Hillland's mind went blank, completely blank, and he couldn't think of anything to do.

At this moment, Hillland realized his extreme lack of physiological knowledge. He rarely panicked like this; the impact of such a thing on an 18-year-old male high school student was still too great. Hillland was a person with little desire, and even with his own self-control, he hadn't thought about this aspect even now that he was married.

Hillland felt like he was being steamed alive, and stammered, "What should I do? I'm not very good at it, I've never done it before."

Sersia hadn't experienced it either, but he knew some examples from his adult lessons. He bit his lip tightly, remaining silent, yet conveying all the answers to Hillan in his silence.

Sersiaf hung around his neck like some kind of pitiful little animal. Hillan could support him, but the smell of bamboo leaves made his ears bleed.

He was filled with the thought that everything was over.

Who could have imagined such a contrast? Hillan blushed deeply, his eyes filled with the image of Sersia curled up, afraid that his movements would make the female insect uncomfortable. He only relaxed a little when he saw her relax.

Sersia felt like a crumpled piece of paper, but Hillland cherished him, smoothing him out and restoring his spirit.

He had never dared to face that scar, but now, Hillan looked very serious and touched his scar, "Does it still hurt?"

Sersia turned her head, drenched in sweat. "It's all better now, but..."

He was speechless for a moment, then whispered, "It doesn't look good."

Hillland touched his lower abdomen; his abdominal muscles were very well-proportioned, and even with the scars, they were still as beautiful as ever.

He couldn't ignore his feelings. Hillan said earnestly, "No, it's not Osercia. It's not ugly. I feel sorry for you too because you almost died from being this deep."

Hillan's eyes sparkled. "You're amazing, Sersia."

“So,” Hillland picked him up, and he and Sersia took another bath and changed the sheets and duvet cover, “rest now, we’ll go to the marriage registry tomorrow afternoon.”

As Cecilia lay on the bed, the surge of passion in her body subsided, leaving her with an indescribable feeling of comfort and drowsiness. In the moment she sought comfort from the male insect, she had actually prepared herself to be battered and bruised, but she was well taken care of in every inch of her desires without having to pay any price or personally crush her self-esteem to beg for the male insect's charity.

All you need to do is call him the male ruler.

Hillland would even bend down and kiss the scar on his lower abdomen.

So does he like the bug-like creatures? Doesn't he feel it's a pity?

It seemed that Hillan gave her enough sense of security. Sersia was too tired to think about it anymore. She nestled herself in Hillan's warm and clean embrace like a cat, and then fell asleep with even breathing.

In contrast to Sersia's good sleep, Hillan, who was intimate with his partner for the first time, couldn't sleep at all. He looked at the female insect in front of him, reached out and smoothed his somewhat messy, snow-white hair, playfully twirling it around his fingertips.

Sersia knew his scent and didn't wake up. She nestled obediently against his chest and slept peacefully. From above, only a small part of her quiet sleeping face could be seen.

If you can't sleep, you can watch it for a long time. If you fall asleep, it's okay too, you can keep watching it forever.

Just thinking about it makes me so happy!

Hillland smiled and couldn't resist poking Sersia's cheek before holding him close and falling asleep together.

The next day, he woke up at eight o'clock and, still half asleep, planned to quietly get up and make dinner, but found that there was no one beside him.

Hillan's ahoge (cowlick) stood on end. He gave a somewhat bewildered "hmm" and called out, "Sercia, where are you?"

Hillland opened the door and went out, and heard several sharp sounds coming from downstairs.

He looked down from the second floor and saw Sersia dressed in his clothes, looking presentable, carrying a prepared breakfast, ready to come up to him, but was stopped and made difficult by his father, Belin.

"You better remember this: once you marry into the Sanles family, you have to forget your past. Don't think that just marrying an A-grade male will guarantee you a worry-free life. You'd better grind down your arrogance. Do you still think you're that general? Just greeting me when you see me? Is this how your female father taught you? And what about respecting your elders?"

He even reached out to hit him, but a hand gripped his firmly.

Hillland's face remained expressionless. The native male insect was rather short, while he was tall and slender. He lowered his eyes, his cold demeanor exuding a powerful aura. "What are you doing?"

When Berlin saw that Hillland dared to stop him, he was immediately enraged. "You too, didn't you establish any rules on the day you married me? If you don't know how, bring me the whip, and I'll help you establish the rules. You don't even know how to respect your elders. If you see me, just say hello. If you continue like this, I'll beat you to death sooner or later!"

Hillland laughed in disgust. He slowly pulled his wife behind him with one hand, and with the other, he slapped his cheap father across the face, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "You old bastard, what business is it of yours how I get married? You dare to eye my money?!"

Bering's eyes widened in disbelief. "You bastard! How dare you treat your father like this!!!"

Hillland picked up a vase from the table and was about to smash it on him, but Berlin, a bully who preys on the weak, scrambled to the side and cursed under his breath.

"You filthy bastard, do you even know who your father is, you little bastard!"

Hillland was just trying to scare him. Dealing with such a disgusting insect required being even more ruthless. He smiled faintly, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! Let me tell you, sue me if you want, and I'll make sure you're destroyed!"

The vase exploded next to the male insect, and Berlin trembled with fear, a typical case of being angry but not daring to speak out. After Hillan left, he muttered curses, "If you have the guts, don't come back! You ungrateful wretch!"

Hillan was a little disappointed; it would have been better if she had just severed ties with him.

He pulled Sersia out. Her light blue eyes were full of confusion, and she looked blank, like a beautiful ice sculpture.

“Sersia,” Hillland smiled, taking the plate from Sersia’s hand and placing it on the stone table in the courtyard. He then pulled Sersia to sit down and rubbed his wrist. “Were you startled?”

Hillland seemed completely unafraid that Sersia would think he was one of those insects. He lazily propped his cheek up, his dark hair giving him a gentle and striking appearance, radiating a strange sense of security and indulgence. He had been massaging Sersia's wrist, but now he lifted it up, lowered his eyes, and kissed Sersia's cool fingertips with a smile.

"If you're scared, you can tell me."

A note from the author:

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