Chapter 94: Chocolate They all have a...
The aircraft slowly landed on the helipad in front of the villa. The humming sound of the engine gradually weakened and eventually disappeared.
Ian followed Hades down from the aircraft, the wind blowing across his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness.
In fact, his mood is still complicated, and the fragmented memories in his mind are like a landmine.
The explosion almost knocked him unconscious.
Ian couldn't believe it. In the five years since he lost his memory, he not only married a handsome silver-haired man, but also had sex with him...
Walking into the villa, the lights in the house automatically lit up, and Ian paused slightly at the spacious entrance.
Until now,
Only then did he really start to take a look at the layout of the villa.
The scene before him made him slightly stunned, and a sense of familiarity arose in his heart.
The interior decoration of the villa is mainly blue and white, fresh and elegant.
The walls are a light gray-blue, like the sky after rain, dotted with white furniture and decorations, creating a simple yet stylish atmosphere.
The sofa in the living room has smooth lines, and light blue cushions are placed casually on it, giving people a comfortable and relaxing feeling.
sofa……
Didn't he and Hades do it on the sofa too...?
Ian's eyes swept across every corner of the living room, and the sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Until he stepped into the villa, Ian didn't even feel anything was real, but now he finally realized that he was really married without realizing it.
Every place here is full of the breath of life.
At the entrance, the dim light shone between them, reflecting the angular profile of Hades.
But Hedis suddenly knelt on one knee, his fingers about to touch the slippers Ian wore from the hospital.
"Heroic Lord."
Ian was really frightened now. He stepped back and asked in a deep voice:
"You...you did this to me before?"
This is really outrageous. The Qing Dynasty has already fallen, how can people still be forced to kneel down to change shoes?
Even the Hades military jacket that Ian was wearing fell to the ground in shock.
Seeing this, Hades paused for a moment. He raised his head slightly, his eyes persistent and forbearing.
"I'm sorry, Lord, please forgive me for my previous disqualification."
I mean it wasn't like this before.
So what were they like before?
Silence.
The male insect did not answer.
On Hades's stern face, the light reflected a trace of imperceptible fatigue.
He is the Grand Prince of the Empire, the one that countless warriors look up to, the invincible god of war on the battlefield, and the leader to whom the First Legion is sworn to be loyal until death.
However, in this marriage, he was just Ian's queen.
Their marriage was full of cracks from the beginning, like a shaky bridge that could collapse at any time.
Ian's alienation, perhaps even his tolerant disgust, was like the bitterest fruit in the world.
——After forcing it, Hades suffered the consequences.
Until Ian lost his memory and forgot all the past between them.
Hades knew that this was his chance and his last hope.
He was willing to put aside his pride and the dignity of being a high prince, just to leave a good impression in Ian's heart.
Even if it's just a tiny bit, he is willing to fight for it.
The Zerg's deformed social system and the remaining ideology were only fully revealed to Ian at this moment.
Too many ideas are deeply ingrained in our minds, and even with equal rights movements and constitutional amendments, they cannot be completely eradicated.
Ian was truly shocked by this scene.
In his opinion, with a status like Hedis, the Grand Prince of the Zerg Empire, if it happened in modern times, Ian's situation would probably be considered as marrying into the wife's family.
Making my wife kneel down to change my shoes, this, this, this, this is really backwards.
This is unbearable, it will cost you at least ten years of your life.
"Don't be like that."
Ian frowned, reached out to grab Hades' wrist, and tried to pull him up.
However, the moment his fingertips touched Hades' wrist, a familiar touch came from his fingertips and rushed into his mind like an electric current.
Ian was stunned, and suddenly some fragmented images flashed through his mind - the dim room, the clenched wrists, the suppressed breathing, and the moist eyes.
What room?
What's the matter with this memory?
Ian's fingers tightened unconsciously, as if trying to grasp those memories that were about to disappear.
Hades' wrist moved slightly in the male insect's palm, but he did not struggle, just stared at the male insect quietly.
The temperature is transmitted through the skin, bringing a subtle and ambiguous sense of intimacy.
Those chaotic fragments kept flashing in Ian's mind, but he couldn't piece them together into a complete picture.
The dimly lit room was decorated in a very ornate style, looking like it was in a royal palace.
On the sofa...
It's on the sofa...
That sofa is completely different from the one they have at home now. That sofa is bigger, so even if two people roll around on it, there is no problem at all.
Then what?
Why is it dark in the room?
Was it daytime at that time?
So, the curtains are drawn?
But what’s the point of drawing the curtains?
The chaotic memory is like a brutal knife.
The images and sounds are interwoven together.
"Respected Sir Ian, thank you very much for coming to this banquet."
A low and cold voice seemed to come from the distant past.
Ian's consciousness blurred for a moment, then became clear—he saw Hades.
At that time, Hedis was wearing a neat military uniform. The black uniform outlined his tall and slender figure, and the epaulettes flashed a cold light under the light.
There were several golden badges hanging on his chest, each of which represented his great achievements on the battlefield.
The short silver-gray hair was meticulously combed, revealing a cold and perfect face.
With an innate sharpness, it seems as if he was born to belong to the battlefield, to killing and victory.
Ian felt that it seemed like... their first meeting.
Hedis stood in the center of the banquet hall, and the participants around him seemed to automatically make way for him.
His Highness's presence was too strong, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, so sharp that one dared not look directly at it.
It's too cold and too sharp, as if you'll get cut if you get close to it.
He had the majesty that only a superior possessed, but when he looked at Ian, a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.
At that time, Ian might not have had much affection for Hades.
Ian himself wasn't so sure.
Because Ian saw that he was only wearing a very simple black and blue dress without any decorations on it - this was a royal banquet, and he actually dressed like this, it was completely perfunctory.
Even Ian five years ago knew what kind of clothes to wear and what kind of brooch or cufflinks to wear for such an occasion.
There's no way Ian five years later didn't know this.
Ian now felt that... he must have left a very bad first impression on Hades at that time.
Such a bad first impression.
How did they get married?
The torrent of memories continued to surge, and Ian's temples throbbed.
He saw more fragmented images——
The banquet seemed to be just an excuse, and he and Hades were soon led into the lounge by the servants.
Then……
Ian actually saw the naive look of falling in love at first sight and first love on his face five years later!
Damn it!
Crazy, crazy!
Wake up, you were a straight man five years ago!
However, those were already established facts, and no matter how shocked Ian was, he couldn't change them.
I can only let the memory continue to flow downstream.
Then it seemed like a piece was missing.
In addition to the sounds and images, Ian recalled a taste.
The smell of Hades' pheromone is - the smell of a cold blade.
It has a chill, a cold feeling, and a slight metallic taste.
sofa……
Oh, right, the sofa...
As expected, they lay down on the sofa in the lounge, their clothes tangled together.
It seemed like something had happened. Ian didn't even have time to take off his clothes. He just unbuckled his belt and pulled it down a little...
Then--?
Then, the scene continued to shock Ian.
They rolled together, and although Ian did not take off his clothes, he seemed very anxious and kept tearing off the military uniform on Hades.
Hedis's breasts were really big, and her full chest muscles could be seen through her military uniform, so it didn't take more than a few pulls for her clothes to break.
Damn it!
Chocolate, chocolate...
Amidst the tangled mess of clothes, His Highness's chest appeared exceptionally solid and powerful in the dim light.
His dark skin glowed with a healthy luster, and his chest muscles were clearly defined, like a carefully sculpted sculpture, each muscle full of tension and explosive power.
The skin's color is deep and even, like a twist of rich chocolate, smooth and textured, firm and warm.
His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and the outline of his muscles appeared and disappeared between movements, exuding a primitive and wild beauty.
Ian's eyes involuntarily fell on the chest of Hades in his memory, and his heart beat wildly faster.
That dark color... is like a piece of chocolate cake waiting to be tasted, topped with round cherries and exuding an intoxicating aroma.
Destroy it.
Crazy, really crazy.
Ian seemed to, maybe, probably know it.
Even the straight man Ian five years ago couldn't refuse chocolate cake. The Ian five years later... would only like chocolate cake more, not less.
Just two pieces of chocolate cake made a straight man fall in love with her.
Ian really...felt devastated.
But his memory refused to let him go, and the scene continued.
On the sofa, they were pressed so close to each other, squeezed together, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies.
They all had a thin layer of sweat on their bodies.
Two completely different pheromones filled the air, like two invisible forces entangled and colliding wildly.
One is the taste of ripe grapes, with the fragrance of fruit, always with a hint of intoxication.
The other is the smell of a cold and sharp blade, like the coldest wind in winter, with the chill of metal.
In those broken and messy images, Hades' chest heaved violently, and his dark skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat under the light.
An unnatural blush spread across his resolute cheeks, as if burned by fire, from his ears to his neck.
Those gray eyes, which were as cold as a knife just now, were now covered with a layer of mist, with a hint of moisture, and the corners of the eyes were slightly red, as if they were pushed to the limit by some emotion.
His Highness's pheromones were still cold and sharp, but under the impact of Ian's grape-flavored pheromones, they became disordered and out of control.
The redness at the corners of her eyes became more obvious, as if she had been pushed to the brink of collapse by some emotion.
The grape-scented pheromones and the blade-scented pheromones were madly entangled with each other, silently declaring an irresistible attraction.
Reality and memory are constantly intertwined.
The image of Hades kept changing in Ian's mind, from the radiant military woman with whom he had a night of passion, to the humble and pious female king kneeling before him.
Ian exerted force on his hands, pulled Hades up, and locked his eyes with him:
"I seem to remember a little."
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