Chapter 13 Trying to persuade me to stay: "We started with..."

But once on board, these complex emotions honestly and uniformly transformed into comfort.

Fipos was very cooperative and obedient, letting him do whatever he wanted.

After making those transactional remarks, the atmosphere between them became much colder and more awkward, but their bodies remained in sync, even more so than before.

These emotions were so complex that Vison believed they should be called hatred, because they lacked the love and tenderness between lovers.

But now, after such a long and intense period of hatred, Vincent looked at Feppos sleeping soundly beside him. The orange-yellow light shone on his naked body, giving it a warm glow. Ambiguous scratches and bite marks covered his body, and his long white hair was softly spread on the even softer sheets. His white eyelashes covered his sharp and bright ruby-like eyes, making him look like a domestic goddess, the epitome of "wifely charm."

Vincent thought that since he had made him feel so comfortable, if he would never harbor ill intentions towards him again, he could forgive him generously this time, since they would never have any contact again after this.

But thinking this, Vincent's mood, which had just become extremely happy and lazy because of his comfort, quickly dropped.

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They went too far and acted too chaotically, releasing far too much pheromone, some of which even spread outwards, making other insects blush and their hearts race.

But just as they were beginning to have a fleeting, romantic thought because of the seemingly cold but actually warm-hearted glacier, all their fantasies were shattered by the seemingly harmless but actually chilling orange scent.

All the insects knew that their general had entered his mating season and had spent seven days with that peerless male insect, without even leaving the planet for fresh air during their stopover.

This was the first time a male insect had been able to get close to their general, and even comfort him multiple times. You must know that even Lord Lesder, who was renowned as the gentlest male insect in the empire, had been pushed away by the general.

Under Vitosi's dark face, they gossiped about this shocking union, discussing just how high-ranking the male insect Lord Visen really was.

And then, with practiced ease, he remained silent after Fipos and Vison came out.

Only Ilya, unafraid of death, stepped forward and winked at Fipos in a strange manner, saying with great joy, "Congratulations, congratulations, you two."

Ilya was Fipos's adjutant and a longtime friend. Whenever there was a tricky matter that required informing the general, only Ilya dared to step forward.

Of course, our adjutant, who loves gossip, wouldn't miss this opportunity to openly gossip about the general.

But today the spaceship was about to dock, and Feppos was in a terrible mood. Ilya still dared to step forward, and immediately received a face full of icy coldness.

However, Vison surprisingly nodded to Ilya in a good-natured manner.

But his nod made Phibos's face darken even more, leaving Vincent somewhat confused, wondering if he hadn't made him comfortable.

He himself said it felt very comfortable...

Vison curled his lip.

However, Phipps kept his word and did not mention going to the clinic to have his pheromones extracted again.

Of course, they didn't leave the house for seven days, relying on nutritional supplements for meals, and did nothing but sleep. No one thought of the clinic.

However, out of humanitarian concern, Vison still quietly inquired about his "partner" with whom he was about to end their collaboration: "What's wrong?"

Even Philip didn't know what was wrong with him. Although he pretended not to know Vincent after getting off the spaceship, this was what he originally wanted. Going their separate ways was the best ending for them.

But perhaps Vincent had soothed the lingering side effects of his heat, because he was a little... reluctant to part with him.

She even considered, almost obsessively, keeping a Vison by her side, getting married, and becoming Vison's queen.

For him, becoming the queen of a male insect was no less impossible than the destruction of an empire.

No, he will not have a powerful ruler.

"It's nothing," Feppos replied curtly, his tone unusually cold.

Seeing this, Vison wisely kept quiet, though his bright black eyes darkened.

"What are the arrangements for Lord Vison after he disembarks..." Ilya asked tentatively, noticing their strange atmosphere.

Phibes understood his implication and glared at him fiercely: "Of course, it's according to the previous arrangement."

Ilya's face showed obvious confusion. He looked at Fipos and then at Vison. Seeing their silence, he looked at Fipos with a heartbroken expression, as if he had filled in some kind of blank. "How could you be such a scumbag?"

But it had no effect, and Fipos left without a word. He hadn't been involved in decision-making for several days; there were still many things for him to handle.

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"General, are you being wary of the nobles?" Ilya knocked on the door and entered, leaving behind a thick stack of documents. "I have already ascertained that Lord Vison does not belong to any noble family. Here are the documents."

At this point, Ilya paused, as if he himself was incredulous at what he was about to say.

"He seemed to appear out of thin air; before we helped him register, he was even an unregistered person."

Upon hearing this, Fei Pos nodded as if it were expected, indicating that he already knew, without even glancing at the information.

"Why?" Ilya asked, puzzled.

“Nobles cannot raise such male insects.” Feppus pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes wearily. “He reassured me that the news should not be leaked.”

Visen, that unique male insect, was noble yet not arrogant, proud yet not haughty. He had his own preferences and did not cling to other insects, like a free bird. Although they had only spent a short time together, he had already glimpsed that radiant soul.

Such insects could never be raised by nobles who are either lazy and complacent or insatiably greedy.

Feppus opened his eyes, his red eyes filled with emotions that Ilya could not decipher.

It felt like envy, like longing, like blessing, and like plunder.

“We can take this opportunity to make this gentleman your lord, and no insect will dare to stand in your way.” Ilya couldn’t bear to see Phibos like this, and wanted a male insect to stay by Phibos’s side to soothe his deadly mental rage.

Fipos didn't say anything. He got up and opened the study window.

The spaceship has entered the central star and is now slowing down and flying smoothly. It is expected to reach the center of the Empire in a few hours.

As a result, mountains, streets, tall buildings, insectoid creatures, and flying birds gradually appeared outside the window.

"A free bird always flies to a higher and wider sky." Fabers looked at the soaring birds, as if speaking to Ilya, or perhaps advising himself.

He truly has the awareness of a general.

Ilya was deeply moved and stopped trying to persuade him.

Just as Ilya was about to leave, he suddenly heard Fipos awkwardly add, "I have no feelings for that gentleman either."

Upon hearing this, Ilya paused, looking speechlessly at the admiral who stood exceptionally straight by the window, his body still faintly exuding the glacial pheromones of someone fiercely protecting their territory. All his previous sentiments were overturned, and he looked at Feibos as if he were a worm that was about to die but still stubborn.

Forced by past intimidation, he dared not speak openly, only secretly complaining in his heart: "The pheromones have spread to the entire ship and everyone can smell them, and you still say there's no affection? The affection is so good that the male insect releases so much pheromones that they can cling to your body, and you still say there's no affection? Then what would be considered affection?"

His other two friends, who have been married for many years and have a very good relationship, are not so lovey-dovey that they can smell each other's pheromones on one of them!

It's one thing to fool your buddies, but don't fool yourself.

"Yes." In contrast to his rich inner world, the cowardly Ilya heard himself forced to agree.

After sending Ilya away, Feppos flipped through the documents Ilya had brought.

No background, no identity, not even a name was recorded... nor was there any trace of it being erased by insects... a complete blank.

It's very strange. Now the Zerg AI is everywhere, and the probability of an unregistered person appearing is a hundred times lower than the birth rate of a male Zerg. Moreover, this "unregistered person" is a male Zerg with top-notch appearance and a high level.

But he was indeed a true male insect, and his level was definitely not low; he possessed the ability to calm the turbulent mental sea of ​​female insects—this he confirmed himself...

It was like a treasure fallen from the sky, and he seemed to be the first insect to discover it...

This conclusion successfully turned Feppos's eyes dark red, and the whole insect seemed to fall into a state of unfounded delusion, unconsciously tightening its fingers and crumpling the edges of the document.

"The first one...?"

He muttered to himself.

"Knock knock knock".

The study was knocked on once again.

The knocking interrupted Fipos, who was suddenly brought back to his senses. He released the document he was holding and let it fall, as if he were not only throwing away the paper, but also the dark and unspeakable thoughts that had just crossed his mind.

"Go in." He took a breath, flipped through other documents to distract himself, and shouted to the outside world.

He thought it was Ilya who had returned, since usually only Ilya would dare to come looking for him, but after a long while he didn't hear a sound, he looked up and found that it was an insect that he hadn't expected.

"Good day, Your Excellency Vison." The male insect he had just been imagining had just appeared right in front of him, and for a moment, Feibos felt a sense of illusion and reality overlapping.

Vison did not respond; he simply stood quietly, his posture upright, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Fipos could only speak again: "Is there something you need, Your Excellency?"

“In a few hours, I’ll be disembarking from the spaceship,” Vison said, staring intently into Feppos’s beautiful red eyes.

"Yes, I know." 4 hours and 23 minutes later.

In fact, no insect could know the time and location of the spaceship's landing more accurately than this admiral.

After a pause, Fipos asked, "What's wrong?"

Those beautiful red eyes that Vison liked were now filled with utter confusion.

"I can forgive your previous behavior." He could also forgive him for wanting to extract his pheromones.

Vison pursed his lips, as if he was suppressing something.

Fipos, not understanding the situation, assumed that something had happened between them that made Vincent uncomfortable, so he readily agreed: "I'm sorry, I will try my best not to do it again, thank you for your forgiveness."

"Is there anything else you want to say to me?" Vincent asked in a low, hoarse voice, his normally crisp, jade-like voice now hoarse with too much emotion.

They tried to persuade me to stay.

Please persuade me to stay.

If you say you don't want to leave me, I will stay.

Vison stared intently at the thin, shallow, yet soft lips opposite him.

He had thought he would never like him again, but as the time to actually leave drew closer, he became increasingly anxious.

He was an admiral, which meant that after leaving this spaceship, they would never, ever cross paths again.

This belatedly discovered idea quickly took root, sprouted, and blossomed in his heart like a rose seed.

The sharp thorns of the rose constantly pricked him, drawing blood and causing him pain. But the memories of their brief yet profound time together, and the images of Feppos frozen in his mind at different times, were like a flower in full bloom, beautiful and desirable, constantly tempting him to do something to pluck this rose.

Feibosi had told him about the aftereffects of pheromones, but now he felt that he was the one who was truly suffering from the aftereffects of pheromones. He wanted to get close to him, wanted to be kept, wanted them to have a long and long time together in the future, and wanted to see him again.

"No." After a long silence, those thin lips finally uttered the words that had brought the sword to his head with an air of nonchalance.

Phibes Gritsian, what a cruel heart.

The air around Visen noticeably and instantly became gloomy.

Fepos felt that the glacial pheromones, which had just been gently entwining him and rubbing against him from side to side, seemed to have been angered by him and tightened their grip on his entire body, as if they wanted to leave marks and signs on him before they would stop.

Vison clenched his fists.

He was the one who first said there would be no more contact, but in the end, he was the one who regretted it and the one who wanted to stay.

It was originally a transaction, and the person he was trading with was Phibos, but more importantly, the eldest son of the royal family who bore heavy responsibilities, the Imperial General Phibos Gersilian, who was known as a pillar of the empire.

Once he fell in love, he lost—lost completely, lost again and again.

Indeed, only those who don't care can win.

This principle applies to both humans and insects.

Despite repeated pleas, all I received were ridicule as a sycophant, and my dignity and pride were shattered. Yet, I never received a single glance back from the other person.

“The general has nothing to say to me, but I have something to say to him.” Vincent laughed, a very bright laugh that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Please speak." The nonchalant expression that Fepos usually wore completely disappeared, replaced by a somber look. Seeing Vison like this, he felt as if a bullet had been shot into his heart, a strong sense of panic washing over him, as if something extremely important was about to disappear.

“From now on,” Vinson said, looking directly at Fipos, who in turn looked back at him. Vinson smiled again, his words laced with undisguised coldness, “We must never see each other again.”

After finishing his sentence, Vincent turned and left without paying attention to his expression.

He didn't want to see his completely indifferent expression; his heart was already aching enough.

For over 20 years, I've never been in a relationship or had any feelings for anyone. I never expected that I would experience the pain of heartbreak so soon after arriving in the Zerg, before even experiencing any of the high technology.

The last four hours.

The corpse of a man who had spent half a day in the study looking at documents without turning a single page, with an expensive ceramic object lying at his feet, must have died from a momentary loss of control of the mental energy of the insect next to him.

A group of female soldiers, who were vigorously spinning a mechanical component in the lobby, were too afraid to approach him because of the low air pressure emanating from it. They had hoped to seize the last opportunity to have the male insect sign his name and tell him that they all liked him very much.

When Elijah came out of Fipos's office, he met Vison in the corridor. Hearing that Vison was looking for Fipos, he quickly gave him directions, thinking that this last moment together would make them change their minds and allow the general to successfully win back the beauty. However, when they came out, the two of them were more frightening than the other.

He was so frightened that he hid in a corner and didn't dare to say a word.

A note from the author:

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