Chapter 141 Favor
Only after the little worker bee flew away did Samuel let himself fall down laughing among the flowers.
As he fell, bright yellow petals flew everywhere.
The petals fall slowly, like a gentle rain.
It fell on him and also fell into Ernest's eyes.
"You're a bad bitch, Puppy."
Samuel whispered, drawing out the ending of the word "bad" like a whisper between lovers.
The male insect with black hair and golden eyes was lying in the bright yellow flowers, and a playful petal fell disobediently on his lips.
Ernest felt somewhat helpless, his brows drooped as he carefully brushed away the petal.
"Yes, your majesty."
Of course, a good female bee will not let the male bee starve.
This is the education Ernest received since childhood.
Whenever Ernest thought of his beloved Majesty being tortured by hunger all the time, his heart felt as if it was being gripped by a hand, and it hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.
so……
Ernest lowered his head and looked at his strong chest.
When will they be able to activate that function?
The scriptures bestowed by the Queen state that male insect pheromones can accelerate the production of milk in female insects.
The most direct method is of course sucking.
But...how could your majesty's lips touch his lowly body?
Oh, damn!
Only then did Ernest realize what a good opportunity he had missed.
Why did he say it was wings just now!
If it is...
Damn it! Damn it!
Ernest's annoyance was so obvious that Samuel noticed his emotion at a glance.
The puppy's ears are about to droop.
"What's wrong, puppy?"
Samuel pointed his finger at Ernest's strong thigh and was very satisfied to see that the muscles covering the bones tightened instantly.
The warriors of the Bee Tribe admire nature. Except for wearing armor when patrolling, they prefer light and slim-fitting clothing.
This is also due to the aesthetic taste of the bee tribe.
Female bees who are tall, with broad shoulders, slim waists and plump hips are more favored by the bee community.
Although Ernest was not confident about his appearance, he was also influenced by the traditional aesthetics of the bee tribe. He wore light and close-fitting clothes that covered his body tightly, like a second skin.
Samuel was lying among the fragrant flowers, and Ernest was kneeling beside him.
From the angle where Samuel lay on his back, he could see Ernest's well-defined abdominal muscles.
Further up, there are the full and well-shaped pectoral muscles.
Like the ups and downs of a hill.
Every inch contains power and vitality.
Samuel suddenly felt an itch in his teeth.
Ernest looked almost too delicious.
He is like a sweet fruit that is about to pop out, no, he is more like a nut or something like that.
It is a sweet chestnut hidden under the hard shell.
Or the roasted tuberous rhizomes, when you take a bite of them while they are hot, they have a very soft and sticky texture.
It makes people feel warm, satisfied and full.
Ernest watched the golden rings in His Majesty's eyes gradually deepen in color. He couldn't help but tremble like a pika being stared at by a falcon. Every inch of muscle in his body tensed unconsciously, and even the two furry tentacles on his head straightened and stood upright.
He could feel His Majesty's gaze.
All the skin on his body became shameless, like overly sensitive dandelions, which would go wild at the slightest breeze.
"Are you cold, puppy?"
His Majesty asked.
Ernest felt as if he had been pulled back from the clouds. It took several seconds for His Majesty's voice to enter his ears and brain.
He looked at His Majesty blankly.
It was April now, the spring sun was warm, the grass was green and the birds were singing.
Even a male insect like Your Majesty would not feel the cold, let alone a bumblebee like Ernest.
The thick fur on his body is enough for him to travel to extremely cold places in winter.
Ernest was confused and even began to blame himself for being stupid enough to fail to understand the deeper meaning of His Majesty's words.
Until he lowered his head.
The light and close-fitting clothes make everything appear clear and distinct.
The curve of every muscle in his body and the beating of his heart.
And two things that shouldn't exist.
"Your subordinates deserve to die!"
Ernest's muscles tensed up, and he didn't know whether he should put up his hands to cover his crime.
He wanted to crawl on the ground, but His Majesty was right in front of him, blocking all his escape routes.
In panic, Ernest's body lightened and he turned back to his original form.
A thick layer of fur covered Ernest's body, and because he was embarrassed, he became very small, so small that Samuel could not see his expression clearly.
Samuel laughed.
"What are you doing?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Ernest, who had turned into a bumblebee, buzzed.
Samuel stretched out his long, slender fingers.
Ernest's wings almost flapped out double, he made such a big mistake, how could he dare to land on your majesty's fingertips?
This is an insult to His Majesty!
At this moment, the worker bee that had just disappeared came back and flew with a group of friends.
"Mr. Male Insect!"
"Mr. Male Insect, we have brought you nectar!"
"Eat my pollen, sir!"
"Huh? Why is there a little fat guy?"
"Quick, His Excellency the Male Insect has extended his finger!"
"be mine!"
The little worker bees don't have high IQs, but they are very noisy.
There were no female bee guards around to control their words and actions. These little guys had not yet learned the rules and were acting completely according to their nature.
They rushed towards Samuel, aiming to land on the fingertips of this gentle gentleman.
The little worker bees that go and come back fly the fastest.
He was blessed by Samuel. Although it would take some time for him to become a female bee due to insufficient trials, there was already a golden luster in his spiritual sea, which was very obvious among the unenlightened worker bees.
It was about to land on Samuel's slender fingers.
There was a soft "bang" sound.
It was like the sound of one fruit hitting another.
A round, furry little creature knocked away the worker bee that was about to land and clung tightly to Samuel's hand with its six little claws.
"Ah! The fat guy knocked Tyron away!"
"Wow! He's so strong!"
"Why is he so furry?"
"Your Excellency! He's so rude! He pushed Tyron out of the way!"
"He doesn't even have pollen balls on his legs! He's trying to get something for free!"
The worker bees started discussing it in a flurry.
Samuel laughed.
He raised his finger and saw Ernest's fat body.
"Huh? The pollen basket is really empty." Samuel said softly.
"That's right! Damn! We all brought pollen with us!"
"Yes, sir, eat our pollen!"
"Tyron told us that you were so hungry that you started gnawing on the wings of the female bees!"
The dazed Tyron finally managed to take off again. He hummed, "Sir, why is that female bee gone?"
Samuel tilted his head and replied, "That's right. Where did he go?"
The evil-minded Majesty clearly felt a slight tingling sensation at his fingertips. It was a cramped little bumblebee moving its feet restlessly.
Ernest lowered his head, pretending that he didn't understand what the little worker bees were saying, and pretending not to hear the sarcasm in His Majesty's words.
He felt ashamed, and his whole being seemed to be burning in the sun.
She was already an adult female bee, but now she had transformed into her original form and was competing with a group of unintelligent worker bees for the favor of His Majesty.
but……
But Ernest would not give way.
This is your majesty's fingertip.
Your Majesty's fingers are slender, his skin is delicate, and there is still a lingering rich fragrance.
He... he was unwilling to give it to any of the bee tribe.
If the other worker bees want to despise him, let them despise him.
Since Your Majesty did not blame him, it means that you allowed his usurpation of power.
This is a gift.
It's also pampering.
Ernest used his six little feet to hold Samuel's fingers tighter, but his feet were too short and his furry butt was completely stuck to Samuel's fingers.
The tingling sensation almost made Samuel laugh.
"Sir Male Insect, are you a priest?" a little worker bee asked curiously.
Samuel shook his head slightly.
He was wearing a pure white robe, very similar to the priests in the temple, but there were no floral patterns on the robe.
The little worker bees are too small to tell the difference between the two.
"oh……"
The little worker bees all sighed, but still lined up to give the pollen to Samuel.
"You need to eat more!"
The small ball of pollen grew bigger and bigger, and finally became the size of a sugar pill.
Samuel took it and put it in his mouth.
"It smells good." He arched his brows, "Thank you."
A group of praised worker bees danced happily in the air. They sometimes dispersed and sometimes gathered together, and even couldn't help but dance the figure-eight dance to represent the nectar source.
This is the dance they are most familiar with.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew.
Blow aside some little worker bees that are still wiggling their butts.
The smell of the wind changed.
Samuel stared intently and saw a dark shadow rushing towards him from a distance.
"Bee-eater!"
"Your Excellency, please run away!"
The worker bees made buzzing alarm sounds and spontaneously flew in front of Samuel, forming a wall to buy him time.
But that bee-eater was nothing like the ones they usually saw.
Before it even got close, it had already cast a huge shadow on the grassland.
The hurricane created by the flapping of its wings made the trees nearby shake wildly.
Giant bee-eater!
It is an existence that even the female bee guards need to fight in groups to resist!
The bee-eater was above them in an instant.
In front of the giant bee-eater, the worker bees are powerless to fight back - they are too small, so small that the bee-eater simply doesn't bother to attack.
The bee-eater's only target was the male bee standing on the lawn.
A high-ranking drone that is alone and has no female bee guards to protect it.
His spiritual sea is more delicious than all the bees it has ever seen combined—
It swooped down suddenly, opened its sharp beak wide, and a fishy smell hit my face.
The sharp claws that stretched forward were shiny black, and there were still traces of the bee tribe's blood on them.
It was going to swallow him whole.
The bee-eater doesn't want to waste even a drop of such delicious food.
"Your Mightiness!"
"Run!"
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