Chapter 23 The real him, Hillan, is really going to die...
Sersia found it hard to describe the surging emotions in her heart; her feelings were like a tide, soft and abundant, swaying in her chest.
Overwhelmed by these emotions, he subconsciously lowered his eyes. Hillan's lips were right in front of him; he only needed to lift his chin slightly to kiss her.
But he remained motionless, unable to react at all, and could only let Hillland watch him with a smile, waiting for his response.
Zerg relationships will never be this sweet, so overwhelming, nor will they ever make a Zerg feel any attraction. This is why Sersia is now experiencing such a clear and overwhelming predicament.
Sersia felt her cheeks burning, her eyes trembling as she kissed Hillan's lips, her fingers unconsciously tightening in embarrassment.
so cute.
Hillan could see Sersia's little tricks, of course, and was always left in a limbo by him.
I have absolutely no way to deal with Sersia! How come I keep getting captured by this bug?
Hillland's heart softened completely. The kisses carried a faint, clean, and pure bamboo scent. When the kisses were pried open, the insect in her arms was incredibly docile.
Hillan instinctively supported his waist to prevent Sersia from collapsing during the kiss. He kissed him deeply, and Sersia took a few steps back before being pressed against the wall. His thin back pressed against the somewhat cold brick surface, and the knitted cat ears on his head couldn't help but tremble.
Compared to their initial awkwardness, Hillan has now learned the techniques to make each other comfortable with Cecilia. After just a short kiss, Cecilia went limp, her hand, wearing a matching wristband, hanging limply, only to be slowly held tighter by Hillan.
After kissing her enough, Hillan slowly pulled away, looking down at Sersia in his arms. Sersia's eyes were filled with shimmering tears, her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing softly.
Hillan was instantly charmed, lowered his head and kissed Sersia's cheek, finally pressing his lips to his forehead, then suddenly remembered something, "Hmm?"
"Have we not bought groceries yet?"
Sersia nodded sullenly, her cat ears swaying. Coincidentally, the female insect was wearing cute cat ears, and her expression carried her usual shyness and innocence, making Hillan's heart race every time he glanced at her.
"I bought it. It's in the kitchen."
Hillland blinked. "Okay, I'll go make some food first."
After she finished speaking, Sersia was patted on the head like a little insect. Her cat-ear hair clip was messed up by the patting, and her snow-white hair stood up blankly, which Sersia slowly pressed down with her ears turning red.
Just a kiss...?
Sersia pursed his lips, unsure of what to do. The robot butler was still recharging itself. He picked up his personal terminal, intending to scour the popular online store for some gifts for Hillland, but was forced to temporarily abandon the idea because he couldn't find anything suitable.
His lord was always very simple and honest, never asking him for anything except for what Sersia gave him voluntarily, and Hillan was always the one who took the initiative to make him happy.
Sersia lowered her eyes, stroking the screen of her personal computer. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a development news notification, and her gaze flickered slightly.
Pino was originally a barren planet. It began to be developed hundreds of years later, and various forces have mixed together. However, it is still known as the most magnificent and magical prosperous planet. It is best at letting all the insects that arrive on Pino experience many moments of life and death and prosperity and decline - after all, it is a dangerous and fascinating place for many insects, full of opportunities and collapse.
Sersia knew what that place was like. The world where Hillan lived sounded safe and peaceful. Would he like that kind of place?
“Baby—” Hillland’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “Come chat with me and help me wash the vegetables.”
Sersia snapped out of her daze, turned off her personal terminal, and went into the kitchen. Hillan moved quickly, her movements steady and natural as she chopped vegetables, as if she had practiced countless times. She wore a light blue apron with a simple bow tied at the back of her waist, looking very gentle and domestic.
He heard Sersia approaching and couldn't help but turn around. Sersia, still wearing a cat accessory, happened to come into his view.
The other person's pink and white ears twitched a few times as he moved. He seemed unaware that he was still wearing these ornaments. When he looked over, his eyes were clear and serious, like a very noble and beautiful white cat, with his tail still swaying gently behind his waist.
Hillan's health bar was about to be emptied countless times by this female insect. With her ears turning red, she turned her head away, trying to cover up her embarrassment, and continued chopping vegetables. "Baby, why don't you move a stool and chat with me? That would be fine."
Because he was too focused on human needs, Sersia's attention was not fully diverted. He belatedly realized that he had not taken off his ornaments, and the blush that had just faded from his face reappeared.
"I'll wash the vegetables."
He untied his things and put them on the sofa, then came to help Hillan cook. With a helper, things were done quickly.
Hillan was very talkative. While cooking the dishes methodically, he chatted with Sersia, "Have you picked out the seeds yet? We can take a look at them when we rest later."
Sersia placed the washed vegetables beside him and said softly, "Not yet."
Hillland hummed twice, "Then wait for me. But I feel a little sad thinking that I haven't been able to play with all the toys you bought me yet. But it's okay, it's only been three months."
So much could happen in these three months, Hillan thought to himself, he needed to study hard and not let Sersia just passively follow the plot forward.
Sersia is the villain, but so what? That doesn't stop him from wanting Sersia to be the protagonist.
Thinking of all this, Hillan was full of energy and quickly began to put the ingredients into the pot to cook. He didn't turn around, but clearly said to Sersia, "I'm here now, baby. You go out and wait for me for half an hour."
"Five dishes, it'll be quick."
Hillland was busy cooking, and before the food was even served, its rich aroma wafted out.
Sersia really wanted to say that he could cook, but he couldn't bring himself to say that in the face of Hillan's cooking skills. After going out, he did all the housework he could, since the robot butler had already done most of the work.
“Alright,” Cecilia didn’t move. He tilted his head seriously. “My lord, I can do some other things. Is there anything else you want me to do?”
"No, you can just wait to eat."
Hillland didn't care about these things. After all, they were living together. If one person gave more, the other would feel less. Although love can be judged by how much both parties give, love is not just about giving, and its scope cannot be defined solely by this. Hillland just felt that it was enough for the two of them to be together happily. Thinking about anything else would only waste her energy.
That's how his parents were. In the beginning, the money his mother, Ms. Bai, earned to set up her stall was all earned by his father, who was penniless at the time, through hard labor. At that time, his mother was pregnant and earned 8,000 yuan a month. 1,500 yuan was for living expenses for the two of them, 1,000 yuan of which was in Ms. Bai's womb. 300 yuan was for his father's living expenses, 200 yuan was used to pay for utilities and phone bills, and the remaining 6,000 yuan was used to purchase goods. Later, when his mother earned money, his father didn't take a single penny, not even the principal he had earned from his previous work.
It seems like his father has contributed more, but in reality, the whole family has always been supported by his decisive mother. His father is a very lazy and unmotivated person, and everything is driven by Ms. Bai's ideas. Even their ability to become rich is due to Ms. Bai, but his father's role is equally crucial.
Hillland served the food and placed it on the table, preparing to have a frank conversation with Sersia during their break.
At that moment, he brought the food to Sersia. "I learned this at the correctional facility today. Try it. Tomorrow I'll learn photography. I haven't done this before. I'll take your picture after I've practiced. Do you like taking pictures? My first impression of you was actually that picture of your back on the StarNet."
Hillland still feels a thrill when he thinks about it now; he actually really likes the feeling of that photo.
Tall and slender, aloof and noble, with a few strands of her snow-white hair slightly lifted by the wind, her aura almost overflowing from the image screen like ice and snow.
Of course, he also likes the shy and adorable Sersia very much now.
Sersia had not expected that Hillan's first impression of him would be that of the photo that had leaked before the battle, and her fingers holding the knife and fork paused for a moment.
“I always thought,” Sersia said, struggling to describe his feelings, a faint blush rising almost instantly on his face, “it was that day of union.”
Of course, female servants don't get married, they only get together. Hillan remembered that day when Sersia was locked in a nearly airtight iron box, wearing a suppressor, curled up in pain and embarrassment.
Hillland recalled that day and slowly lowered her eyes. "I thought we were getting married."
Sersia opened his eyes wide, meeting Hillan's calm gaze, and he couldn't help but curl his fingertips.
Hillan blushed, "Later I realized it wasn't true. I thought that no matter what kind of emotional foundation we had, I wanted to make you the Queen. I didn't want you to continue to suffer in this aspect. Besides, I've always thought you were excellent, Sersia."
He was truly outstanding. When Sherland was searching for Sersia, he saw a long list of honors and knew exactly what kind of life Sersia had been living these past few years.
His promotion took only six years, which was almost impossible. Sersia was very young, and such youth was a glaring obstacle in the vortex of power.
Sersia must have blocked the path of many powerful people, yet she was able to carve out a path for herself in just a few years, which is enough to prove that Sersia is extremely outstanding in all aspects.
Of course, Hillan said very seriously, "She is really, really excellent and very capable."
Therefore, he was also unwilling to accept that Sersia was just a villain.
Upon hearing this, Sersia's heart raced. His lips moved as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't say anything.
Hillan instantly became all smiles. He really liked Sersia's qualities: aloof yet innocent, which made her look incredibly cute.
He didn't see these traits in anyone, or rather, Hillland had no interest in looking, and even if someone had them, he wouldn't care.
Perhaps because of these conversations, Hillan originally wanted to say more about his feelings, but seeing Sersia's reaction, he suddenly ran out of words and silently lowered his head, feeling the heat on his cheeks.
How can you not say a word? That's so lame.
They ate their meal quietly. Hillland was about to take the bowls out to wash when the fully charged robot butler swung its wheels and quickly snatched them away, its voice crisp and clear, "Master, you should go and rest. I can manage!"
Hillland recognized it as the butler robot he and Sersia had chosen together, and blinked, "Baby, have you named it yet?"
Sersia seemed to realize this only then, shaking her head, "No, I wanted to wait for you to come back and choose."
Hillland thought about it carefully, found a few sheets of paper, and gave a few to Sersia. "How about this, we write down a few names and let it draw them by itself."
Sersia originally intended for the lord to come and collect it, but seeing his suggestion, she didn't refuse. She said okay, and very seriously thought of a few names and wrote them down on a piece of paper, which she then mixed with the note written by Hillan.
The little butler was initially only numbered 000. When Sersia called it over, it quickly came rolling over on its wheels.
Hillland crouched down and scattered the slips of paper on the coffee table. "You can draw a name for yourself."
The little housekeeper blinked its adorable eyes, and the robotic arm picked up a piece of paper with the word "cookie" clearly written on it.
"Then you can call it Biscuit."
Hillland tidied up and threw away the rest of the things, then turned to Sersia and said, "Baby, go take a shower first. I'll set up some commands for Cookie."
Sersia paused for a moment, then obediently replied "okay," and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Hillland spent a long time tinkering with the little robot, and with 99's help, he modified all the programs to the highest standard.
The Zerg's technological level is similar to that of Earth, but their culture and focus are different.
“That’s fine.” Originally, this smart home assistant could only be used for home management, but now it also has various smart systems. “Now that all the systems are installed, I wonder if it will work well for the Zerg.”
In short, it's better not to need it. He patted Biscuit's head, then packed his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Meanwhile, when Sersia came out, she happened to see the cat ears and tail that he had taken off, lying on the sofa, silently asserting their presence.
Sersia wore a light-colored nightgown, loosely cinched at the waist, subtly outlining the contours of her waist as she walked.
He walked over and picked them up, his icy blue eyes filled with curiosity and hesitation, and a hint of embarrassment that the insects found hard to resist.
Sersia checked the time on her personal computer; it was only 8:30. If she ordered a set now, it would arrive in about ten minutes.
He never knew what to give Hillan, but when it came to this kind of thing, Sersia felt so embarrassed that her whole body was burning up. In the end, she still picked out a few sets and put them in her shopping cart to place an order.
After doing all this, Sersia's ears were bright red. He looked up slightly at the closed bathroom door, then looked away, put the cat ears back in place, and waited nervously for the goods to arrive.
Unfortunately, it took some time for the goods to be shipped out. Hillland had already taken a shower and came out of the bathroom. He was puzzled when he saw the female insect sitting motionless on the sofa.
"Baby, why don't you go to bed and wait?"
Sersia's cheeks were burning, and when she looked over, her eyes seemed to be filled with shimmering water.
Hillland immediately softened, realizing that his words had been somewhat ambiguous, so he stiffly added, "I just meant that going to bed might be more comfortable, you should get some rest."
Sersia's stunned expression instantly charmed Hillan once again.
He walked over helplessly, regardless of whether he understood the female insect's meaning, and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom.
"By the way, I have something to tell you."
Hillland suddenly became very serious, and his movements were very natural, so that the insect did not feel nervous, as if it were a trivial matter.
Sersia was led forward by him, and before she could react, she could only subconsciously look back at the tightly closed door. Finally, her ears turned red as she was taken away by the human.
Upon seeing the bed, Hillland's eyes lit up. He casually and comfortably lay down on it, wearing a simple two-piece blue pajama set. His black hair was also slightly disheveled from the action of lying on the bed.
The bedroom light was bright, and the expression in his eyes was clearly visible.
Human eyes are bright, clear and pure. Under the soft and clean indoor lighting, the skin appears very translucent and gentle, making it look very approachable and exuding a sense of innocence and purity.
That is indeed the case.
Hillland patted the person next to her, her eyes sparkling, "Baby, come here, I want to talk to you."
Sersia moved and got into bed. Unlike Hillan's casualness and languor, his movements were slow, so the changes in his limbs and figure were clearly visible. The overlapping collar was slightly open, revealing the smooth and beautiful skin underneath.
He climbed up like a cat, even nestling obediently into Hillland's arms, his cheek pressed affectionately against his chest.
Hillan's health bar was emptied in an instant. He raised his hand and stroked the other's cheek. Cecilia seemed to rely on him a lot. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, there was a clear watery light in her eyes. When he touched her cheek, she even naturally rubbed her softly against it, being incredibly obedient.
Hillland found it hard to describe his feelings. He stroked the small patch of skin on the boy's cheek with his fingertips, and suddenly said, "Baby."
He lowered his head and kissed his eyes earnestly, making no attempt to hide the excitement in his voice, "You're so good."
Hillan had no choice but to lift Sersia up a little higher in his arms.
"Now, let me get to the point."
His eyes were bright, and he gently brushed the tip of his nose against Sersia's cheek, as if to comfort her.
"I really want to study, but I am a human. I entered the correctional facility because the identification code allows me to obtain an identity sequence. By adopting the identity of a female insect, I can freely browse websites. I have already done all of this and am proceeding in an orderly manner."
Sersia was somewhat stunned, "My Lord..."
Hillland replied earnestly, "Yes, I'm here."
He reached out and tucked a stray strand of Cecilia's hair behind her ear. The gesture was intimate and tender enough that every time Hilllan repeated it, Cecilia's heart felt as if it were being gently washed by the waves, as if all her emotions were being carried away, leaving only the throbbing of wanting to feel it again.
Hillan naturally expressed his embarrassment and helplessness in front of his powerful wife.
“I want to start a research institute, but I can’t do it, and I can’t walk away unscathed with the sequence when I finish my disciplinary work, so I really need your help.”
Hillland didn't want to make any promises too early. He knew Sersia wouldn't refuse him, but he also didn't intend to bully the little female insect because of that.
"After all, it's a very time-consuming and financially demanding matter. I hope you will answer according to your own thoughts. It's okay if I can't help; I can do it myself. Your decision will not affect what I want to do for you."
Hillland said earnestly, "Of course I mean, I hope you can be free and unrestrained to decide what to do. Don't worry or fret that I will distance myself from you because of this, and don't worry about how your rejection will affect this relationship."
After all, his request was something even the most powerful insect couldn't handle!
Sersia remained silent for a long time. He closed his arms and hugged Hillan tightly, as if he wanted to bury his whole body in his embrace.
Hillland also raised her arms to hug him tightly, without saying anything more, not wanting to influence Sersia's judgment.
Just as he was coaxing Sersia like a child, he felt a soft, wet mark on Hillan's neck.
He froze for a moment, then realized that Sersia was kissing the side of his neck, as soft and gentle as raindrops.
“Sercia…”
Hillan blushed slightly from the kiss, her fingertips resting on his back, gradually moving to Sersia's nape, gently kneading it soothingly. "It's okay."
Anyway, Hillland was determined to do these things no matter what, even if Sersia couldn't or didn't want to help him. Hillland thought this was perfectly normal, and he was very pleased.
He was afraid that Cecilia would give him everything because of his insignificant kindness.
This is love, that's true, but Hillan will accept it and respond to it well. However, this doesn't conflict with his wish for Sersia to be a little selfish.
Hillland always did these things very naturally. He said slowly, "I was originally planning to wait a while before saying it, but I think there are advantages to saying it earlier."
Just as he was about to say something, the female insect in his arms bit his Adam's apple. The movement was very gentle, and she licked away all of Hillan's words.
Hillland's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red. "Baby...why did you bite me?"
Sersia finally looked up and met Hillan's eyes, seeing the tremor in them. "Of course I'll agree."
Sersia felt that Hillan was a villain who would take his heart away and then repeatedly ask him if he could take it back.
It's already quite obvious. What are you still unsure about?
Sersia's upbringing meant he couldn't think of as many ways to love his partner as Hillan, but Sersia's love was no less than Hillan's, and perhaps even more.
He sat on him, his eyes lowered, his brow resting against Hillan's forehead. "I never know what I can do for you, my lord. I am happy when you ask me for something, and I am honored when you seek my help. Your circumstances are different from mine, and I am afraid that I will not do well and that your efforts will be in vain."
Hillland didn't want to betray his sincerity, and neither did Sersia.
He raised his hand, stroked the human's cheek, looked into Hillan's eyes, closed his eyes, and kissed him.
"I will help you."
As they spoke, the warm, moist scent of bamboo wafted over, a calm and delicate aroma. Hillan's heart pounded faster and faster, and finally, he uncontrollably raised his chin and kissed Sersia.
His hand had already instinctively slid down, but was grasped just before it touched him. Sersia pulled away from his lips, breathing softly. He looked down, his ears red, and whispered, "Wait."
Sersia left, and after seeing the door close, Hillan lay flat on the bed and slowly exhaled.
His mind was a jumbled mess, but he was mostly overwhelmed with joy, so much so that he rolled around on the bed twice in his excitement.
"System, system, are you there?"
"I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!"
99 was out, and it was having a great time watching the young couple, but then it got locked in a dark room because the two of them were kissing. It was both happy and felt like it had been hit hard and was about to have an orgasm. However, it didn't expect that it would be released again after only a short while.
"What's wrong, host?"
Hillland buried his face in the pillow, looked up when he heard this, and said in a very deep voice, "It's nothing, I just need to vent and clear my head after being spoiled by my wife."
99 was about to burst into tears, "I told you we should just stick to pure love and ship them, this is so sweet, oh my god, I can't take it anymore."
"My little couple 99 system swears to defend pure love to the death."
The two rolled around on the bed together, one person and one system. 99 excitedly rolled around several times, and then Hillan picked it up and shook it back and forth.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm completely captivated by Sersia. Thank you for sending me to the Zerg, I'm so happy."
The system was shaken evenly, and just as they were getting excited, footsteps sounded outside the door. Hillan opened his eyes wide, quickly stuffed the system under his pillow, and then frantically tidied up the spot where he had rolled around.
Sersia's footsteps lingered outside for a long time, seemingly with no intention of coming in.
Hillan's heart was still pounding, but now he felt even more nervous because of Sersia's hesitation.
Why won't he come in? His heart is pounding.
Sersia, standing outside the door, felt her heart race. She reached out and finally turned the doorknob.
Hillan initially thought Sersia had gone off on business, but upon seeing what happened next, his face turned bright red almost instantly, and even his neck was flushed with blood.
Aa ...
How can there be insects that leave you completely helpless?!
Sersia had prepared herself mentally for a long time; it was a very ordinary style, not the general's uniform that Hillan had seen.
He had a great physique, with soft, snow-white hair cascading over his shoulders. The brooch on his chest gleamed with a cold, solemn luster under the light, and his demeanor exuded an undeniable, dignified authority.
Sersia had long legs, and her boots tightly encased her beautiful calves, making a steady sound when she stepped on the ground.
He looked down at him, his usually gentle and obedient face now full of calm, even his usually watery blue eyes were now calm, and when he looked down at him, a deep shadow was cast on his face under the brim of his hat.
Sersia reached out, his hand, outlined by a white glove, was long and strong. He stroked Hillan's face, lifting him up to face him, his movements revealing a subtle yet captivating blend of strength and tenderness.
Sersia lowered her head and, for the first time, called his name in a calm voice, "Hillland."
Hillan is going to die.
His face was frighteningly red, and he didn't dare to look at Sersia at all. However, the hand on his cheek was gently but forcefully lifting his chin so that he could look at him.
Those calm eyes held a hint of unreadable moisture, and Sersia coldly leaned down to look him in the eye. "Do you see that?"
"Your empress has a dignified and solemn appearance."
Hillan turned into a boiled shrimp, speechless. The female insect in front of him was as indifferent and aloof as if she were another insect, but perhaps to reduce the sense of distance, his restrained coldness became like a rose blooming on a glacier, both passionate and alluring.
Just when Hillan thought it was over, Sersia took his hand and placed it on the collar of his uniform.
“But Cecilia isn’t exactly dignified and solemn. Would you like to see him?”
Hillan's health bar was repeatedly depleted, and he was so nervous that his hands were trembling. Sersia slowly closed her eyes, waiting for him to take off her uniform.
This process was very slow, and time seemed to stretch out indefinitely.
Hillland couldn't bear to look him in the eye. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned his uniform, but after only half of it, she saw what was inside and couldn't take it anymore. Blood rushed to her head.
Inside was a chest chain, partially concealed, but its color was clearly visible and very dazzling under the light.
Sersia took the initiative to untie the remaining part, which was a one-piece bra chain that hooked around her upper thigh, meandered down from her lower abdomen, and slowly disappeared into her.
Sersia seemed to soften halfway, her eyes glistening with tears. She gently leaned in and kissed Hillan's lips, her movements very awkward.
“The real Sersia is soft and hot,” he whispered in Hillan’s ear, “Would you like to feel it, my lord?”
Hillland's mind went blank.
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Author's note: It's burned out...
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I fixed a typo!
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