Chapter 95 Chapter 95: The buttons of the agreement are unbuttoned one by one...
Remember a little bit?
Hades was stunned when he heard this.
"Hero Lord...?"
He just hoped that Ian would remember the good parts of their marriage.
But when he thought about it carefully, there didn't seem to be anything in their marriage that Ian liked.
Ian only said that he remembered, but he didn't say what he remembered... because he didn't have the face to speak.
"Actually, I remember the 18+ scenes with you." - If you say something like that, you will definitely be arrested for hooliganism, right?
Of course, Ian couldn't just confess.
"Though I did lose five years of my memory."
Ian looked at Hades and pointed to his head.
"But now I remember one thing: we are indeed married and legally married."
Although this was explosive news for Ian, it was a fact he had to admit.
What's even worse is that Ian suspected that five years later, he would have a strong liking for the handsome silver-haired man in front of him - it was obvious.
In this world, no one knows Ian better than Ian.
How should I put it? I have a strange feeling of being disappointed in someone.
The elements of their marriage are too complicated. First, a straight man becomes gay, and then their married life doesn't seem to be very happy.
It seems that some contract was signed before the marriage?
So what exactly was that contract he remembered? Was it some outrageous treaty?
Reality was like countless broken puzzle pieces, and Ian couldn't even find a way to put them together.
"Before, what did you say you wanted to tell me when you got home?" Ian asked directly.
In fact, there is no need to worry so much. All problems have quick solutions, and the same is true for this matter.
There were only two of them involved in this marriage. Although Ian had lost his memory, the other one - his legal partner Hades - was still fine.
“…”
Hades's gaze fell on the male insect's hand that was still holding his wrist.
Ian's fair palm was a little cool, and he gently held his wrist. The touch of his fingertips came through his skin, with a subtle temperature difference.
Their skin tones contrasted sharply, Ian's hand standing out against Hades's slightly darker wrist.
Ian immediately noticed Hades's gaze, was slightly startled, then let go of his hand, a trace of apology appearing on his face.
"Excuse me."
He whispered, a hint of unnatural awkwardness in his voice—perhaps the embarrassment that comes with being a straight man.
Hades shook his head, indicating that it was okay.
His face was covered with a half mask, which obscured most of his expression, revealing only his deep eyes and tightly pursed lips.
The expression beneath the mask was unfathomable, concealing countless unspoken words. Without saying anything more, he turned and walked straight into the study.
"Please follow me, my lord."
Ian followed him, his eyes scanning the study.
The study is decorated simply and elegantly, with various books neatly arranged on the bookshelves, and a faint scent of ink in the air.
Hades walked to the desk, took out a contract from the drawer, and placed it gently on the table with quick and decisive movements.
"What's this?"
Ian walked forward, reached out and picked up the contract, his fingertips gripping the paper tightly.
It feels so familiar.
But Hades pursed his lips and said, "This is our prenuptial agreement."
The male insect lowered his head and carefully scanned every clause in the contract with a focused and serious expression.
The study was silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of papers being squeezed.
The contract lists dozens of clauses and regulations, and each line is clear and rigorous.
It stipulates the rights and obligations of both parties in marriage.
Ian's eyes quickly scanned the paper, finally stopping at those key clauses.
- During the marriage, Ian must provide Hedis with in-depth spiritual counseling at least twice a week to soothe Hedis's rigidity and estrus.
These lines of words seemed to carry some kind of weight, striking Ian's eyes directly.
He was slightly startled and frowned unconsciously.
His eyes continued to move downwards, landing on the bottom of the contract.
There were two names signed there - Hades's name was sharp and beautiful, the handwriting was as sharp as a knife, exuding a cold aura; and the other name, Ian was very familiar with, it was his own handwriting, elegant and handsome, but it seemed particularly glaring at this moment.
Then look at the signing date of the contract - more than fifty days have passed since then.
He now knows that deep counseling in the Zerg world is actually equivalent to "firing a cannon" in the human world.
At least twice a week, so up to now, they have had sex at least... a dozen times.
Ian's fingers unconsciously clenched the paper, his eyes a little dazed.
No, what kind of prenuptial agreement would stipulate the number of times you can have sex?
Under the light of the study, Ian stood beside the desk, holding the agreement tightly in his hand.
The light shone on the male insect's profile, outlining his handsome and delicate features, and his fair skin appeared almost transparent under the light.
The male insect has a good appearance, with black hair like ink and skin as white as jade. It has a noble appearance.
At this moment, the corners of the male insect's lips drooped slightly, with a hint of imperceptible tension, a sense of confusion in his expression, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
Hades stood aside, staring at Ian quietly.
Just like before he lost his memory, no matter how he looked at it, Ian didn't seem to like this contract.
That's natural.
After the accident, when Hades regained consciousness, the male insect had disappeared.
Of course, he didn't leave the palace either.
As for what happened in the lounge, the servant who knocked on the door several times but failed to get it opened should have told His Majesty Atalaan everything.
So His Majesty Atalan immediately "invited" Ian and Hades to discuss the matter.
That's how this contract came about.
This is how they got married.
It all seemed like a carefully planned prefabricated product.
Hades knew that high-level male insects were extremely rare, and given the severity of his rigidity, he had very few options if he wanted to recover.
By this point, he no longer had any choice.
If the rigidity is allowed to spread further, it will affect Hades' body functions.
He could fully understand the male insect's reluctance - after all, who would be willing to be forced to marry a female insect they completely disliked?
At that time, Hedis thought Ian would resist, or at least would not sign the contract so readily.
But unexpectedly, Ian hesitated for only a moment and quickly signed his name on the contract.
Then Hedis signed.
At that time, the lights in the royal court stretched their shadows and cast them on the floor, intertwining with each other, making them tangled and tangled.
Just like now.
"What is catalepsy?"
Ian focused his eyes on those three words and grasped the key points very accurately.
Of course, the more important reason is that he also saw the production process of the rigidity drug and its current preliminary effects in his important information files.
It seems that it has not passed the clinical test yet.
Ian hasn't looked into the details yet.
Hades was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Ian to ask such a question.
He was silent for a moment, then explained truthfully:
"Rotosis is a 'side effect' that occurs in female insects. Without the mental support of male insects, the rotosis will only become more and more severe until it affects their body functions and even... turns them into plants."
His voice was low and calm, as if he was stating a very ordinary fact, but there was a hint of heaviness in his tone.
After listening to this, Ian subconsciously asked:
"Can you show me the marks of catalepsy on your body?"
To be fair, when Ian asked this question, there was no distraction in his mind, it was purely out of interest in biological research.
But there are some things you regret after you say them—Ian immediately wanted to take them back.
He no longer wants to slap himself five years from now, he just wants to slap himself from just now a few times.
If it were someone else, Ian's words might have been a reflection of the researcher's concern for the disease.
But... Hedis is his marriage partner, his legal partner, and they even had that kind of relationship. What he said sounded like a gangster.
Ian awkwardly excused himself: "Well, if you find it inconvenient, then..." Never mind.
Before he finished speaking.
But Hedis whispered: "...There's nothing to hide."
——There is really nothing that cannot be seen. The male insect has seen everything.
Hades turned his back, his movements a little slowly, his fingers lightly placed on the buttons of his military uniform, and with a little force on his fingertips, he unbuttoned the buttons one by one, making a slight "click" sound.
As his clothes fell off, his back gradually became visible.
It was a broad and beautiful back, with a thin layer of muscle under the dark skin, the lines were smooth and powerful, and contained silent power.
However, within this perfect texture, large areas of stiff gray skin appear particularly out of place.
The gray color covered Hades' dark skin like soot, like a layer of ash eroding a dark mountain range, with a morbid beauty.
The stiff gray area spreads from below the shoulder blades, gradually extending downward until it disappears at the edge of the waistband, like an invisible dividing line separating health from illness.
Ian's eyes were fixed on the frozen area, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.
The gray was not only dazzling, but also carried a silent pain.
He had clearly never felt this before, but at this moment he felt inexplicably painful - as if he could empathize with her.
The glaring gray seemed to remind Ian that Hades in front of him was suffering from some kind of pain.
Hades stood there quietly, with his back to Ian, like a silent statue.
The light in the study shone on his back, making his stiff grey skin clearer and more shocking.
Ian's eyes were fixed on the frozen area, and a feeling of irritation welled up in his heart.
He subconsciously asked, "Will it hurt?"
Hades shook his head, put on his clothes quickly, and replied calmly, "It doesn't hurt much."
However, this statement is a lie.
The pain of rigidity is beyond words.
That feeling was like a chill spreading from deep within the bone marrow, eroding every inch of skin and every nerve in the body bit by bit.
As time goes by, the stiffness gradually worsens, as if countless tiny needles are moving under the skin, and the tingling sensation penetrates from the inside out, as if tearing the body into pieces.
The muscles tensed silently, the joints felt like rusty gears, and every movement was accompanied by unbearable soreness and pain.
The pain was not a violent outburst, but a continuous, long-lasting torture. In the silent and lonely night, it came like a tide, wave after wave, with nowhere to escape.
Hades had long been accustomed to this kind of pain and even learned to remain silent in the pain.
His back remained straight, and his expression beneath the mask remained calm. The stiff gray skin and the piercing pain seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Even the lights in the study seemed dim, as if in silence for this suffering.
Combining with high-level male insects and deep marking are indeed effective against rigidity, but... only a dozen times, it can only prevent the spread of rigidity, and cannot restore it to its original state.
But now the situation is even worse, the male insect has even lost his memory.
But Hades didn't say much. He just straightened his clothes and turned around again. His expression under the mask was still calm, as if nothing that had just happened had happened.
After putting on their clothes, the relationship between them returned to that stiff and distant state.
It seems like it's always like this.
Ian looked at Hades and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something else, but in the end he just lowered his head silently, his eyes fell on the agreement again, and his fingers unconsciously pinched the edge of the paper.
"I..." Ian really didn't know what to say.
When words are too weak,
Action is the best proof.
A faint grape-scented pheromone quietly filled the study, like ripe fruit being gently crushed, exuding a sweet and mellow aroma.
The breath drifted towards Hades bit by bit, gently wrapping around Hades's strong body, as if a pair of invisible hands slowly stroked his sore and stiff muscles.
Hades was slightly stunned.
My body unconsciously relaxed a little.
"Thank you, Lord."
His eyes fell on Ian, but he saw that the male insect had a tense face, with obvious embarrassment and unnaturalness in his expression.
“…”
Ian's eyes drooped slightly, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, trying his best to hide his discomfort.
——Obviously felt a little uncomfortable with this active release of pheromones.
However, despite the embarrassment, Ian did not stop.
His pheromones continued to slowly diffuse in the air, carrying a silent comfort, as if instinct was driving him to help Hades in front of him.
A contradictory expression was intertwined on his face. He wanted to escape, but couldn't help getting closer. He felt embarrassed, but couldn't stand idly by.
Hades looked quietly at the male insect in front of him, his expression under the mask relaxed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
In the end, Hades didn't say anything, but just let the grape-scented pheromone wrap himself up. His body gradually relaxed, and even his breathing became much lighter.
Pheromones are actually a manifestation of a certain emotion and definitely carry warmth.
Warm.
Soft.
Ian looked away, his voice filled with an inexplicable seriousness:
"Since this contract has my signature, I will abide by it. You don't have to worry about my integrity."
Hearing this, Hades' body stiffened slightly, his expression under the mask froze, and a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly suppressed that emotion.
Hades didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, his movements seemed a little stiff.
The air in the study became heavy at this moment, and even the lights seemed a little dim.
Hades's gaze shifted from Ian to the contract in the male insect's hand.
The handwriting on the paper is still clear, but there is a certain invisible distance.
Like a natural moat.
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