Chapter 33: Cold branches with dew cough, begging for mercy, lamenting...
As soon as the contract was signed, Louis got his own room. Everything in the room was new, and Perrance also bought him a terminal.
Perrance naturally discovered that Louis's unfamiliarity with everything he encountered in this world did not seem to be fake at all. Perhaps what the male insect said about coming from a very distant planet was really true?
This suspicion quietly took root in Perrance's heart.
If the male insect really came from an unknown desolate planet and has never seen or used a terminal, then what kind of life does the male insect live there?
——Perrance had quickly imagined Louis’ difficult life in the past.
I don’t know how to use a terminal, access the Star Network, or even release pheromones—I can read but I lack a lot of basic common sense, and I have to start from scratch.
What a backward and desolate planet this is to have such a huge gap in basic knowledge.
Since we are on such a backward and desolate planet, how did we end up on the main planet by accident?
However, this assumption is very contradictory in Louis.
Perlans has funded the infrastructure construction of the desolate planet, and the Rhine Group has also funded cultural construction in various places. The Zerg on the desolate planet live a life of hunger and cold. For them, survival is the top priority. They are not like Louis, who has an air of not being embarrassed at all, but appears to be polite. It is more convincing to say that he is an elite born on the main planet rather than coming from the desolate planet.
Such an extremely contradictory and strange male insect happens to be the miracle that can match the pheromone rejection of Perlans.
That night, because Louis couldn't release pheromones yet and couldn't control the amount of pheromones released, he released them completely unconsciously, so Perrance slept with Louis' hoodie in his arms.
Although the male insect seemed a little shocked by this request, fortunately, he nodded quickly.
Louis's movements of taking off his clothes were pleasing to the eye and decisive. His exposed body was strong and powerful, with smooth and graceful muscle lines, exuding a healthy luster like a sculpture.
After taking off his clothes, Louis even folded his hoodie carefully.
Then, the clothing was gently handed to Perrance who was standing nearby.
"Good night, boss."
Louis said to Perrance with a smile, feeling a little sleepy.
——
inside the house.
Perrance gently placed the hoodie on the bed, then slowly lay down and buried his face deeply in the clothing that still carried the male insect's body temperature and scent.
There seemed to be a faint selaginella-scented pheromone unique to male insects still on the hoodie, with a slightly wild scent that inadvertently brushed against Perlans's senses, making his body and mind involuntarily feel a sense of relief and relaxation, like a sweet rain that moistened his heart, making the tired Perlans feel unprecedented peace of mind and satisfaction.
The tip of his nose rubbed gently against the soft fabric of the hoodie, and gradually, the blush crept up to the tip of his nose.
“…”
Perrance blinked his eyes, and the symptoms of insomnia seemed to improve immediately, and he felt a little sleepy immediately.
After realizing it belatedly, Perlans finally felt a little ashamed, and even his face turned a little red, making him look less sick.
In fact, thinking back to what happened just now, Perlans was also surprised that the male insects did not release pheromones, so the only way for them to release pheromones was through the male insects' underwear or something like that.
It seems that I need to hire a teacher tomorrow to teach Louis how to release pheromones.
I need a teacher...
There was only a small, dim light in the room, emitting a soft and hazy glow. Perrance was wearing a pair of spotless white silk pajamas. The delicate texture fit his slender body, adding a touch of untainted elegance.
The light and shadow intertwined, reflecting on his face like a painting, and Perrance snuggled tightly against the male insect's clothes.
Pheromones are not just a smell, but more like a feeling, and sometimes, they carry the "will" of the male insect.
So now, in his daze, Perlans seemed to have the illusion that a male insect was caressing him.
It's really strange. He obviously has such a serious obsession with cleanliness and obviously hates the approach of all male insects, but there is a male insect that appears and uses pheromones as a weapon so easily to capture the city and break all his resistance.
Since biological instincts are so irresistible, I don’t know whether I should desire them or be afraid of them.
He doubted Louis, but there was a voice deep in his heart that didn't want Perrance to doubt him.
Perrance lay quietly, her snow-white eyelashes like thin leaves covered by the first snow, trembling gently in the quiet air, like feathers swaying in the night wind, with a hint of imperceptible moisture.
I was dreaming.
Dreaming is not uncommon.
Perrance often has dreams, wakes up from them, and then forces himself to go back to sleep after waking up in the early morning.
Most of the scenes in his dreams were about his boring and miserable childhood. He seemed to have never walked out of that late night. However, this time the scenes in the dream were different.
The world of dreams became humid and sultry, with an indescribable sense of heaviness in the air. Here, the pheromones of Selaginella were extremely strong. They were like invisible tentacles, tightly wrapping around every corner of the dream and enveloping Perlans completely.
Selaginella? Tentacles?
No, it should be the soft branches and leaves of Selaginella.
In Perrance's dream, the Selaginella turned into an endless ocean, and its soft branches and leaves gently yet firmly explored every inch of Perrance's skin.
It was itchy and painful, or maybe not painful, I just felt very strange and was shaking violently.
The touch of these branches and leaves is both delicate and tentative, as if they have life, touching slowly and deeply with a gentle yet firm force.
It easily leaves red marks and wet traces.
Perlans really wanted to escape, but he was entangled and could not stretch his limbs. The branches and leaves reached into his mouth, picked up his tongue, and swept across his teeth. The saliva that he could not swallow slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth. His face was covered with wet liquid, and he could not tell whether it was sweat or tears caused by choking.
His whole face turned red.
Coughing, begging for mercy, and sobbing.
Perhaps you shouldn't show weakness at all, because showing weakness will lead to even more excessive treatment.
The branches and leaves of the Selaginella trees encircled Perlans, making him unable to see, hear, or speak. Even his breathing was shackled. ——But in the midst of suffocation, it became easier to perceive, easier to reach a certain extreme.
Tearing apart, collapsing, and devouring bit by bit.
Like a thriving ocean, every bit of snow-white wave carries tears.
Perlans was trapped for almost the entire dream and did not wake up halfway. He could not tell whether he did not want to escape, or could not escape, or perhaps the male insect's pheromone was indeed too aggressive.
The exhausted spiritual sea was forcefully irrigated and washed away.
Struggling and begging for mercy through every pore, every hole in the body, every inch of skin, and every thought at every moment.
——Is this the price of obtaining male insect pheromones?
——Is this the price?
——Is this the aggressiveness of the male insect's pheromones, or the real thoughts in Perlance's heart?
——Is this a dream or a desire?
——Or is all this just his delusion?
Of course, in reality, this wasn't just about the impact of that one hoodie.
The main reason was that Louis had a fever that night.
It was very reasonable to think about it. Louis almost fell into the lake before, and his body was wet. More importantly, he had been exposed to the cold wind on the street for so long, and it was easy to catch a cold due to the sudden change in temperature. Later in the evening, Louis even took a bath.
Even the strongest person can't bear it.
Sick high-level male insects will emit very strong pheromones as if asking for help, in order to prompt and guide all female insects nearby to come and take care of them.
Louis was dreaming too.
He seemed to be in a hazy fog, and his consciousness was like floating on a calm lake, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating.
There was boiling water all around, and I didn't know where to escape.
I seemed to hear the sound of a door opening.
In this state between sleep and wakefulness, a cool feeling quietly crept onto his forehead, like the sudden drizzle on a summer afternoon, bringing with it a hint of indescribable comfort.
Then, the hand gently slid across his cheek, detecting the temperature. With the coolness, a fresh and elegant magnolia fragrance quietly filled the air. It was not strong, or rather, it was not too strong, but it accurately penetrated into every breath of Louis, allowing his soul to find a trace of peace and tranquility in this chaos.
Louis tried to piece together words from his hazy memory, but his throat was dry and his thoughts were confused. He could only vaguely remember the strange comfort brought by the touch.
He reacted instinctively, trying his best to capture the rare coolness, so he grabbed the slender wrist tightly, without gloves or silk.
The hand was unexpectedly sensitive. It trembled like a frightened bird at the slightest touch and began to struggle weakly.
But Louis was almost in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and with an almost instinctive persistence, he pressed the hand tightly against his cheek.
Greedily feeling the cool touch and the delicate skin under the wrist.
It should be sweet,
I want to taste it, I want to take a bite,
I want the clear spring to flow into my throat and quench my thirst.
"Sir...let go..."
"Please..."
"Your Mightiness……"
“You can’t…”
Then, it seemed like the voice of the old doctor who came to the villa at night.
"Sir Perrance...why is your face so red?"
"Lord Louis has a fever... give him a fever-reducing injection..."
"The fever will subside soon...you'll be fine tomorrow morning..."
“…”
There was noise again.
Then there was another deep black, which served as the background. Countless beautiful and fragrant magnolias were in full bloom, with dewdrops that were crystal clear, swaying gently and flashing a soft and cool light.
The cold branches are covered with dew.
Like Perrance.
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