Chapter 8: Licking him is really not working anymore.
Hillland was just curious; he didn't really want to try the product. It wasn't particularly tempting for a teenage boy, and he wasn't really interested in that kind of thing.
Although his wife is really cute... he doesn't want to drag Sersia along to do anything he wants to do just because of his own curiosity.
He slowly looked at his reddened hands, which were terribly hot, but he couldn't feel anything when he touched them; they were no different from normal hands.
Hillland was somewhat embarrassed, partly because of his misuse of things, and partly because he had secretly bought the aphrodisiac ointment.
What used to be something that could be openly displayed has now become something that needs to be done secretly.
“It’s alright,” Hillland said calmly, washing the ointment off her hands. “It will heal on its own.”
He was about to cook when Kerssia stood still and didn't let him leave.
Hillland was slightly taken aback, but quickly smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly, "What's wrong, baby?"
Sersia's expression wavered. He didn't seem to want Hillan to let this go so easily. His ears turned red, and he trembled as if he couldn't bear it. "I..."
He was too shy to speak, his lowered eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings, so beautiful. Hillan's heart softened instantly. He squinted and hummed, pinching Sersia's soft cheeks and rubbing them mischievously, "What's wrong, baby? You can tell the Lord."
Sersia felt like he was burning up. All he could see was a long, clean hand pinching his cheek, and he reached out and grasped it.
At this moment, Hillland still had the leisure to laugh, but soon he could no longer laugh, his cheeks and hands becoming unusually hot.
Sercia took his hand in her mouth.
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The slightly rough texture brushed against my fingertips, vaguely reminiscent of the same sensation as a hot yet tender spot from last night.
Hillland felt a chill run down his spine and blushed deeply. The female insect held his wrist and kissed his fingertips little by little.
Seemingly because it was inconvenient for him to move, Sersia didn't want him to strain to raise his hand, so he slowly knelt on one knee, carefully held Hillan's hand and gently smelled it.
Licking and kissing,
He closed his eyes and kissed her gently.
It's not hot.
It has a damp, soft coolness.
Hillan stood frozen in place, his fingertips itching so badly that even his heart felt restless. Looking at Sersia's restrained demeanor, his already rapid heart felt as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
This angle is terrible!
The female insect was always loyal, or rather, Cecilia himself was devout enough. He knelt on one knee as if for a solemn matter, his expression obedient, yet tinged with pure decadence and lust.
Hillland withdrew his hand, blushing and sighing. He then used his other clean hand to stroke Sersia's head. Sersia froze on the spot, watching Hillland, who had been standing there, slowly squat down and raise his clean hand to gently stroke the tip of his nose.
Hillan looked helpless, yet her expression held a gentleness that was irresistible to insects.
"What am I going to do with you, Sersia?"
He kissed him.
Hillland didn't know how to kiss; he had remained single until now. He only kissed based on feeling. The moment he kissed her, he couldn't help but pull Sersia towards him, gently penetrating her.
The scent of gardenia was strong. Sersia's eyes widened as she was kissed. The kisses went from being passionate and sensual at first to delicate and tender later on. Hilllan kissed every soft spot inside Sersia's mouth without any instruction.
She's such a well-behaved and adorable little female insect. Hillan has only lived with her for two days and she already likes her so much.
How could he have a wife who's so to his liking? I'm about to cry.
Hillan smiled and, after kissing Sersia, finally let go of her. "Alright, Sersia, be good by yourself for now. I'll come and keep you company later."
He's going to make a simple breakfast now.
Thinking this, Hillan had already pulled Sersia into the living room, saying, "You play by yourself for a bit first."
Hillland only went to the kitchen last night to finish these tasks, and after washing her hands, she officially began cooking.
Sersia turned to look at him with her ears turning red. She wanted to say that it would be better if he did it, but when she thought that her cooking skills were no match for Hillan's, she obediently sat on the sofa and tried her best to calm her beating heart.
He calmed down and, after a moment, replied to the message that had been delayed since last night.
Sersia's military rank had been revoked a month ago. He didn't understand why that major accident had happened, but it was clear that there had been a traitor within his ranks.
The transceiver on the starship is now damaged, and his crime is irreversible. For now, he can only be dismissed from his post and stay at home, or pay a huge fine in exchange for a chance to start over.
Sersia didn't know how many lunatics would get him stuck at that stage of the review process, after all, the title of general involved many powerful figures and their collusion.
Sersia sneered and replied with a message.
[As planned, we'll wait and see how things develop; what I need isn't urgent for now.]
After saying that, he exited the contact interface and erased all traces. Sersia quieted down, turned around and looked at the male insect who was seriously making breakfast in the kitchen, and lowered her eyes as if trying to cover up her secret.
He will explain things to the lord, but not now. During this time, Sersia wants to spend this time quietly with Hillan. When he re-enters the power struggles of those nobles later, he won't have time to extricate himself.
Thinking about it, Hillland had already come out of the kitchen. He had made a simple breakfast: a combination of whole grains that were good for nourishing the spleen and stomach, and a bowl of millet porridge.
The Zerg's way of life is similar to that of the human world, and Hillan experienced no problems adapting to the new environment and quickly accepted it.
"I made a simple version. If you want anything else, just let me know."
Sersia smelled the delicious breakfast and soon felt a little hungry.
He hadn't been eating breakfast regularly before, but he ate some with Hillan and took the remaining plates back to wash.
Hillland sat on the sofa watching his 140-inch super-large TV. Sersia's house was big enough, and the sofa was far enough away to be within a safe viewing range. Even the sound system was in surround mode, creating an indescribable sense of awe.
He only had a computer monitor that was about ten inches in size, and the LCD TVs he watched when he was a child were about 26 inches.
"I'm still living too comfortably," Hillland thought to himself as he pressed the button on the television. It was either broadcasting the news or showing bloody scenes of fighting that were hard to watch; there were very few entertainment programs.
No wonder the protagonist in this world can control the economic lifeline of the entire interstellar space. Watching such boring and tense things every day, he doesn't even need to seek mental guidance from male insects to relax.
Hillland switched to the early education channel, eager to learn what kind of early education the Zerg were doing.
After trying several times, I finally saw it. The picture showed ten little female insects sitting in a classroom. Their hair was colorful, and their faces were still somewhat childish. They didn't seem to have been deeply poisoned by the insectoid culture yet.
Soon, a female insect resembling a teacher walked in. She looked stern, and the already somewhat nervous female insect larvae immediately became even more nervous.
Hillland thought it was some kind of lesson, so he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but when he heard the next sentence, he was heartbroken.
"You are all female insects! Female insects are meant to give their lives for the Alliance. Male insects are inherently vulnerable. You will protect these young creatures in the future."
The teacher then explained the physiological structure and differences between males and females, and the scene switched to the male and female fathers, where many parents could be seen looking pleased.
Hillland was completely baffled, but he couldn't make a judgment, so he silently turned off the TV.
Sersia just came out of the kitchen, still wearing his usual light blue pajamas. Hillan was about to sigh when he saw him and couldn't help but smile, opening his arms to welcome his wife into his embrace.
"Cersia, come here."
He saw the male insect calling out to him from the past, so he walked straight toward him. As soon as Sersia reached his side, Hillan pulled her into his arms, and she fell uncontrollably onto the sofa, landing right on top of the male insect.
Hillan was still smiling at him with her eyes crinkled, while Sersia opened her eyes wide and her ears slowly turned red.
Hillland stroked his wife's head like he was petting a cat, thinking to himself that his wife was truly adorable.
"You can snuggle in my arms."
Hillland blinked. "Wife."
Upon hearing this address, the female insect finally realized he must be confused. Sersia relaxed and obediently nestled in Hillan's arms. "My lord, what does 'wife' mean?"
Sersia was very beautiful, with long, snow-white hair cascading down her sides, and her eyes were like sparkling lake water, very serene.
Hillland was completely charmed by his wife's starry-eyed expression. "It's like the term 'female ruler,' only we call her that in our region. For a male ruler, it's called 'husband.'"
Hillland couldn't help but pat his wife's head again, his voice soft and expectant, "Baby, you can call me that in private, because if you say it out loud, many insects won't understand."
Sersia remained quiet, tilting her head. "Husband?"
Hillland felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart.
He raised his hand to cover his face, thinking that his husband was dying.
"Mmm, good baby."
As he spoke, he cupped his wife's face in his hands and gave her a simple kiss. Just as he was about to chat with his wife, he heard a sound outside the door.
Sersia looked down, and a message popped up on her personal terminal: "Your order has been delivered."
Upon seeing this message, Sersia was overjoyed. She said earnestly, "Honey, I bought you lots of gifts."
Hillland's eyes widened and perked up instantly, full of anticipation. "Wow, did Sersia buy this for me? Thank you so much for the gift, baby!"
Let him see what his lovely wife bought.
Hillland excitedly brought in all the packages, but unexpectedly there were several deliverymen. The deliveryman who stayed calmly adjusted his glasses and said, "Sir, you have some equipment that will be delivered later. Please sign for these first."
The packages were piled up in front of the door. Hillan turned around and stared wide-eyed at Sersia behind him.
What are all these?
Sersia turned her head away, suppressing her inner anticipation, "Games, and some other products you might like."
Hillland was somewhat shocked. He made no attempt to hide his excitement and stood there eagerly waiting for the deliveryman to bring it in.
After a full hour of moving, Hillland, who had been holding back for so long, was finally able to unpack it. She happily took it out, and the first gift was a panoramic LEGO set in 3D, which was just like a real-life infrastructure game.
Hillland dismantled several more items, all of which were high-end goods that could not be seen in the human world. He was thrilled.
A note from the author:
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The editors said this name wasn't good, so I changed it.
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