Chapter 43 Chapter 43: I am passionately seeking the love of the male insect,
Louis hadn't found Purance yet, and hadn't even gone to the master bedroom, but the air was already filled with the rich scent of magnolia.
Too strong.
Louis frowned fiercely.
Layer upon layer of interweaving, the first smell has an indescribable coolness.
However, as the scent slowly unfolds, its base notes quietly transform, adding an irresistible charm and temptation, like a night flower quietly blooming under the moonlight as night falls, captivating the heart.
The whole room was filled with Perrance's pheromones.
Even though Louis was just standing in the living room, he could already smell the extremely strong pheromones.
What's going on?
Louis was stunned for a moment.
The door opened with a "bang".
As if seeing something shocking, the male insect froze in place.
The room was a mess, completely contrary to Perrance's obsession with cleanliness. Louis's used clothes were scattered everywhere - clothes he had worn himself, so of course he could recognize them at a glance.
All the clothes Louis had worn during the month that Purance had been hiding from him now appeared on Purance's bed.
As high as a hill.
And in the middle of this hill, there lay a snow-white sub-female.
It was Pearlance.
She was wearing nothing, her glasses were nowhere to be found, and her snow-white silk gloves were thrown on the ground by Perrance herself. Even with the help of a little weak light, Perrance's body was still eye-catchingly white.
Perrance curled up on the bed, half-hidden and half-exposed by a pile of messy clothes. Her waist was slender, her body was trembling slightly, and she was breathing heavily and laboredly, like a trapped elf.
Those tiny sounds seemed particularly clear in the silent room.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, sparkling in the dim light, like morning dew dotted on the tips of tender green leaves, but revealing an obvious fragility and pain.
He heard the door open, or maybe he couldn't even hear the door open, but just smelled Louis' pheromones.
Perrance slowly raised his head, and his crystal blue eyes, full of water, looked at Louis mistily.
"Louis...?"
Perrance muttered to himself.
"How could it be you? Aren't you gone?"
But even as he said this, Perrance suddenly fell off the bed.
Suddenly, he lost his balance from the edge of the messy bed, and his whole body fell defenselessly onto the cold ground with a slight muffled sound.
He couldn't even stand up, but he still wanted to crawl to the door and touch Louis to see if it was an illusion or real.
"Perrance!"
Louis was really frightened and almost flew to the bedside. Without restraining the strength in his hands, he directly picked up Perrance and wanted to put him back on the bed.
This time, it was really wrong to touch anything. There was no covering on Perrance's body, and touching anything would be an offense.
But there was no other way, Louis could only hold Perlans's smooth and delicate waist, and with his other hand, he supported his shoulders and directly picked up Perlans, who was struggling slightly.
But he only touched Perrance.
The magnolia-scented pheromones in the air swept towards him in an almost crazy manner.
It's simply blatant incitement.
This fragrance, delicate yet intense, is like the magnolia blooming quietly in the night, pure and flawless, yet implicitly filled with endless temptation. It quietly teases every cell.
Blatant teasing and undisguised seduction.
Pheromones are often more honest than their owners.
"I feel uncomfortable...my body..."
Perrance in his arms was sobbing, with pitiful tears in his eyes, and the hot sweat all over his body almost soaked Louis' clothes.
Louis didn't waste any time and put the female insect on the bed. He shook Perrance's face, trying to use this action to wake the female insect on the bed up.
"Where are the inhibitors?"
Louis asked.
The pheromones of the female insects in their passion period inexplicably made Louis feel very anxious. He couldn't control the strength in his hands for a moment and directly pinched Perlans's face, leaving a noticeable red mark.
After Louis discovered it, he quickly withdrew his hand and moved forward to touch the red mark on Pearlance's face. However, Pearlance's skin was very fair, and the mark became redder the more he rubbed it. Louis immediately didn't dare to touch it again.
"Perrance, wake up! Where are the inhibitors?"
Louis asked anxiously.
“…Hmm…”
But Perance in Louis's arms refused to cooperate at all and just kept trying to get into Louis' arms.
Louis was sweating all over.
"Wait! Wait, wake up, Perrance!"
Louis pinched Perlans's shoulders and pushed Perlans away a little as he tried to get closer.
It's like this, even a blind Louis can see that Pearlance has reached the stage of passion.
Passionate period.
Very suitable for knotting, marking, and pregnancy.
In the Zerg society where reproduction is paramount, this kind of thing is both shameful to talk about and widely promoted.
If this were to happen, Louis would definitely benefit more than Perrance.
So it is impossible for Louis to take advantage of others' misfortune.
"Perrance!"
Louis lowered his head and put his arm around Perrance's shoulders. He wanted to pat Perrance's face, but he didn't dare to do so for fear of making his skin red again.
Perrance's original temperament carried an inviolable coldness, but at this moment it was replaced by an unprecedented fragility.
Her eyes were filled with tears, making them look even more charming. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like thin grass swaying in the morning dew, with the tears hanging on them faintly flickering.
It really makes me feel pity for it, and it also arouses my desire to commit sadism.
He seemed to feel very aggrieved, curled up in Louis' arms, whimpering like a kitten, tears in his eyes.
"Give me... give me... pheromones..."
"It's so painful... Why did you leave..."
"I,"
Louis had just said half a word when he felt like he had become stupid. How could he explain to a mentally ill person?
He continued to ask, his brow furrowed: "Perrance, where is the inhibitor?"
If Perrance didn't say anything, he might need to go out and buy some suppressants.
And you need to buy two.
Louis himself is not feeling well now.
The fragrance of magnolia is so fragrant, so soft, and so charming.
Perlans was not wearing anything, and Louis didn't know where to look, but he had to keep an eye on Perlans's physical condition.
It is a huge physical and mental torture.
But Perrance's whisper gave Louis an idea.
Pheromones… pheromones…
Isn’t it just pheromones!
Louis held Pearlance in his arms, touched Pearlance's forehead and cheeks with the back of his hand, and then released his pheromones.
A moment.
The pheromone with the scent of Selaginella, like the indomitable vitality deep in the ancient forest, carries a hint of the thickness and toughness of the earth, silently seeping into the fragrance of magnolia.
Its scent is both deep and wild, forming a sharp contrast with the gentle and soft beauty of magnolia, yet they coexist in wonderful harmony.
Because they are highly compatible.
The two pheromones did not simply blend together, but were entangled together in an almost persistent posture. The two pulled each other, penetrated each other, and were intertwined so tightly and entangled tightly.
But after being affected by Perrance's pheromones, Louis' condition was not very good. He seemed to have a fever and a headache. Deep in his heart, there seemed to be an urge to tear apart and possess the female insect in his arms.
However, perhaps because of the male insect's pheromones, Perlans became a little more awake. He opened his moist eyes and looked straight at Louis.
Louis was completely exhausted physically and mentally, and was immediately overjoyed:
"Perrance! Great, you're a little more awake. Where's the inhibitor? Where's the inhibitor?"
Perrance looked down at his naked body and then looked up at Louis.
This male insect, holding a female insect in its passionate period in its arms, was clearly affected and had a reaction down there.
But I only think about finding inhibitors.
Why?
Maybe I really don't like it.
I don't like it, and I won't open my mouth to eat it even if it is placed in front of my mouth.
After realizing this, Perrance seemed to feel that the heat in his body had faded a little.
He opened his mouth, but found that his voice was hoarse:
"In the drawer next to the bed."
Hearing Perrance's answer, Louis quickly and carefully put Perrance down and turned to look in the drawer beside the bed.
There is a bedside table next to the bed, and the bedside table also has only one drawer. When I opened it, I saw a row of medicines inside, all in units of syringes.
Louis was confused.
There is pink liquid and red liquid.
Louis picked up the bottles one by one and read the product descriptions. He first picked up the pink one - estrus injection.
Perrance's voice came faintly from behind:
"Not this one... It's another color... This one is for estrus... I need medication to trigger my estrus period... This was an accident..."
Louis quickly changed the color, took it out and took another look. This time he finally got it right - an estrus suppressant.
He immediately returned with the potion, sat down on the bed and helped Perrance up. "How do I use this?"
Pearlance turned over with great difficulty and lay on the bed, with all his snow-white hair scattered behind him.
He whispered, "Neck... gland... injection..."
"Okay, I'll give you the injection."
Louis read the product instructions again, which were printed on the syringe, and only after confirming that there were no problems did he pull out the stopper on the syringe.
He reached out and slowly pushed aside the long silver hair that was soaked with sweat from behind Perrance.
Revealing the beautiful white neck.
There is also the slightly bulging, swollen, hot, apricot-shaped gland on the back of the neck. Through a thin layer of skin and flesh, the apricot-shaped gland seems to be still trembling.
If you really take a bite, it should be juicy.
The sharp fangs can easily penetrate the thin layer of skin and flesh and directly bite the most vulnerable part of the female insect, just like biting the lifeline, leaving the female insect trembling and begging for mercy under the male insect's mouth.
Louis licked his fangs, then suddenly realized what was happening and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
What the hell was he thinking?
I was shocked.
Louis didn't dare to delay and quickly reached out to press down on the back of Perrance's neck.
He placed his thumb and index finger on the upper and lower ends of the active gland to hold it in place.
The sharp needle slowly penetrated into the still trembling gland.
"Well--!"
Perrance groaned.
His wet, messy face was filled with unbearable pain.
The inhibitors are ice cold.
Even after the injection, there was a sense of swelling and pain. It was like forcibly breaking through the fragile and soft flesh and stuffing large amounts of cold water into it.
It doesn't feel good at all.
But it has clearly happened many times.
Why haven’t you gotten used to it yet?
Why do I feel particularly uncomfortable this time?
Perhaps the answer is already apparent.
Pearlance knew it, but he could only smile bitterly.
Expecting the love of a male insect is simply a fantasy.
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