Chapter 25 The First Step to Retaliation (Minor Revision) The light of the setting sun was faint...
The soft light of the setting sun shone on the face of the black-haired male insect, and his dark eyes, which held a smile, seemed to glow.
Atia stared blankly, then spoke with difficulty, "I... I saw it."
I finally know what you look like.
Atia didn't know how to describe his feelings. The potion seemed to have a strange magic, making his blood suddenly heat up, heat up, and then rush into his heart. It was very hot and strange.
Even though all the known pheromone-soothing drugs could only maintain the current state and prevent it from getting worse, he felt that all his wounds were slowly healing, and power was gradually filling his body.
He even had a premonition that he would fully recover soon, and perhaps even be stronger than before.
How amazing!
Atia knew that everything comes at a price. How much had Morpheus done behind the scenes to obtain this potion, without Atia's knowledge? Yet Atia hadn't paid any price, and knew nothing about it.
He pursed his lips, gripping Murphy's hand tightly, momentarily at a loss for words or actions.
When Murphy saw those violet eyes staring at him intently, he deliberately flicked his bangs and teased, "Are you swooning over my handsomeness? Aren't you incredibly touched? Do you love me very, very much?"
The cool and beautiful silver-haired female insect looked at him carefully, and surprisingly, she also answered him earnestly, "...Hmm."
What Murphy loved most about him was his serious, adorable, and oblivious demeanor.
He feigned seriousness and asked, "Is there a reward?"
Murphy pointed to his profile.
award……
The aloof beauty tilted her head slightly, puzzled yet determined, and placed her hand on his cheek. Her supple, jade-like hand was beautiful, warm, and carried the unique scent of Atia.
Murphy paused for a moment; his silly queen was still as slow-witted as ever.
Murphy lowered his eyes and looked at Atia. He reached out and took Atia's hand that was pressed against his, stroking each finger one by one. The pressure was not strong, but it had a very ambiguous kneading meaning. Atia felt his whole hand, from fingertips to palm, was itchy, making him want to pull away.
Just as he hesitated, suddenly, the entire insect leaned in and, in the instant Atia was stunned, planted a kiss on Atia's cheek. Then it quickly retreated, smiling as it pointed to its own cheek again, "I'm so great, can I get a kiss like this as a reward?"
The soft touch vanished in an instant, and Atia froze, as if frozen into a wooden sculpture.
Atia's beautiful eyes flashed with shock, and his perfectly shaped lips unconsciously pursed tightly. He had never been so intimate with an insect before, and none of the female insects around him, even after marriage, could have such intimate actions with male insects. In other words, this was not only something he had never seen before, but something he had never even imagined.
Murphy looked at him expectantly.
Atia's eyelashes trembled more frequently, clearly indicating some nervousness. He had never liked getting close to insects and had never engaged in intimate behavior with other insects.
After an unknown amount of time, Atia moved. He hesitated, slowly approached, and then quickly touched Murphy's cheek like a dragonfly skimming the water, before quickly withdrawing. This was the most indecisive movement he had ever made since birth.
After withdrawing, Atia felt something was wrong, very wrong. His lips and face weren't sensitive organs, so why did they now feel strange, as if his tentacles had been kneaded, making him want to tremble?
Murphy saw it; the cool, beautiful insect, like a ray of moonlight, was stiff with tension, and the tips of its ears were faintly tinged with a blush, blooming quietly like plum blossoms on snow.
Mephiel was overjoyed. This was the first time Attia had kissed him first, and although it was at his request, it was a kiss anniversary to celebrate every year.
"..."
After a long while, seemingly having recovered, or perhaps having thought about many things, Atia looked at him and said, "Thank you..."
Actually, he felt somewhat frustrated. Everything he had now was brought to him by Murphy, but he couldn't give Murphy anything in return. He was even bad at saying nice things because he was tongue-tied.
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Murphy still fantasized that Attia would shyly confess her love to him, saying that she loved Murphy the most in the world, but instead she said thank you.
He understood Attiya's meaning, but that was precisely why he couldn't keep thinking about thanking her. Saying thank you too often would only make him feel more and more inferior.
Murphy knew that, whether in the story or in reality, Attia was undoubtedly a highly respected and well-deserved protagonist, the most dazzling sun in the world. If it weren't for the plot, he wouldn't have had the chance to pick up his wife.
Besides, he's here to support his wife, not to be a parasite.
Murphy said seriously, "First, I am your husband. Saying thank you means you don't love me. If you don't love me, I will be sad. If I'm sad, I will cry and throw a tantrum. Second, next time you say it, you have to kiss here to make it better. Otherwise, I will keep making a scene until you can't take it anymore."
Alongside his serious face came playful words. It was the first time Atia had combined his expression and words, yet he wasn't surprised at all. His voice, appearance, expression, and personality combined to create such a vivid character as Mephiel.
And that's how he appeared in my life, like magic.
Murphy reached out and, as if punishing her, rubbed Atia's lips hard with his thumb. They were thin, soft, and warm, with a beautiful shape and a lovely cupid's bow.
Just as Murphy was about to see Attia's serious yet nervous and shy demeanor, he was interrupted by an unexpected hug. A faint fragrance lingered around his nose, and soft breathing echoed in his ear. Murphy was stunned for a moment, then opened his arms and hugged her back with a sigh.
...It's been so tough. His little bitter gourd is about to start a new life of insects from today onwards. I hope his future insect life will be smooth sailing and bright and promising.
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"Yesterday really made me furious. How dare Murphy humiliate us like that? Regardless of whether his rank is real or fake, we are all A-rank male insects, and he doesn't even have the slightest sense of shame."
Yesterday, the A-grade male in the male insect group, who was most angered by Murphy, was kicking pebbles on the road while complaining.
"By the way, Oliver, what happened to you yesterday? You were walking along when you tripped and fell, causing all of us to fall as well, and the bug next to us had a good laugh at you."
The male insect he called Oliver, who was the leader yesterday, said, "I don't know either. There was nothing in front of me, and I just inexplicably felt myself tripped."
The complaining male insect blurted out, "I think you tripped over your own feet. Be careful when you walk in the future, or I don't want to be laughed at by other insects again."
Oliver was also a little confused. "You could have avoided it, so how can you blame me for the fall?"
The complaining male insect retorted, "If you hadn't suddenly fallen, how could I have been startled and tripped?"
The two insects started arguing as they talked, each believing they were in the right and that the other was entirely at fault.
However, because they were arguing so hard that their attention was on each other, the two insects kicked a strange bump on the ground, stumbled, and reached out to steady themselves on a nearby ornamental tree pot.
Unexpectedly, the ornamental tree pot was pushed over and fell to the ground, with the two insects piled on top of each other.
Therefore, no one noticed that the pointed star decoration of the fallen tall tree bonsai got caught on the decorative line of the suspended notice board. As the decorative line tightened, the notice board began to sway and hit a patrol robot bug that happened to be flying by. The robot bug immediately began to stagger and crashed into a large standing sign next to it.
This sign is a newly planned advertising board. It is of solid quality and made of new materials. However, since the specific location has not yet been determined, it is not fixed for the time being. It is just leaning against the side at a slight angle. When the patrol robot insect bumped into it from behind, it fell straight down and landed squarely on the two male insects who were cursing and preparing to get up.
The heavy signboard crashed down with a force that seemed capable of crushing everything; the two unlucky creatures didn't even have time to scream before they were silenced.
Strangely, the signboard falling down should have caused a loud commotion, but it disappeared into the noise of traffic as if it had vanished into thin air.
It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that someone noticed the sign had fallen over and immediately called the police.
Accidents only happen a few times a year on the Central Star, so this bizarre and unfortunate event quickly spread throughout the entire Male Insect Academy, and you could hear groups of male insects discussing it while walking down the street.
"Hey, have you heard? There's something really weird going on. You remember Oliver and the others, right? Those bugs who fell flat on their faces yesterday, I heard they fell again on the street today. It wasn't a big deal, but they touched a potted ornamental tree, which tipped over, and then somehow a really heavy advertising sign next to them flattened it."
“I’ve heard about it too. It seems to be quite serious. The sign is too big and the traffic noise is too loud. Several passing bugs didn’t notice them until a bug reported it to the municipal department and they found out that two male bugs were injured.”
Another insect exclaimed in surprise, "What? So unlucky? You could be featured in a special issue on unlucky insects!"
Youchong came up and said, "I have the latest news. My female father's friend is in that hospital. They have multiple fractures, the most serious one being that their leg was crushed. It's very difficult. They can only use a rehabilitative device to rehabilitate it first, and then break it and reconnect it."
The eavesdropper felt a chill run down his spine and even felt a pain in his legs. "Ouch, is it that bad? It sounds so painful. We should all be more careful when we walk in the future."
"Yeah yeah."
However, most people were amused and walked more carefully, but no one took the insect to heart, thinking it was just an accidental misfortune.
...
Nelson was walking down the street, heading to the hospital to see his two unfortunate brothers. He had heard that they had fallen and thought it was just a sprained ankle that would be fixed in a minute with a treatment device. But it turned out that a heavy signboard had crushed his leg.
He was still a little shaken when he heard this. Fortunately, he had something else to do in the morning and didn't go with the two insects, otherwise the three of them would be lying in the hospital now.
Oliver and his friend have been really unlucky these past two days, falling twice in a row. Could they be under some kind of strange curse? Should he stay away from them for a while?
As he walked, his vision suddenly went black, and a tattered, foul-smelling sack was put over his head. Then, a strong force struck him from the side, and he realized that he was being dragged a distance before being kicked hard in the buttocks and falling into a pile of sticky, disgusting garbage.
The stench made Nelson gag several times, and before he could react, a sudden pain shot through his body.
The stick whistled through the air as it struck him repeatedly, each blow making him spring back like a shrimp before curling up in pain. Experiencing this for the first time, he instinctively cursed, "What kind of insect are you? I'm a Grade A male insect! I'm going to report you to the Male Insect Protection Association... Ah!"
Unfortunately, revealing his identity had no effect; instead, the blows came faster and heavier, with most of the force concentrated on his legs. Several times, he even clearly heard the sound of bones cracking.
At first, Nelson still had the energy to shout and curse, but later he couldn't even beg for mercy.
The muffled thuds in the alley mingled with the gradually fading angry curses and pleas for mercy, but nothing could be heard outside the alley.
After everything was completed, a bug strolled out of the alley, dressed neatly and wearing an antique-style headset. After walking this distance, he snapped his fingers, and the alarm surveillance camera at the alley entrance flashed almost imperceptibly for a moment, showing that everything was normal and no bugs had passed by.
After a long while, a male insect, wearing slippers, strolled over slowly, looking at a video on his personal computer while carrying a garbage bag.
“Let me tell you, the municipal system is getting worse and worse. Today they suddenly said that all the door-to-door delivery robots in this area are out of order, and that we should dump the garbage we need to dispose of at a designated place first, and then the garbage truck will come and pick it up. Are they all a bunch of shoddy operators? I am a noble male insect, and my hands are meant for important things, but now I'm just dumping garbage here…”
He stood far away, threw a handful of trash into the bin, and turned to continue speaking, only to see his friend in the video pointing in horror behind him, "There's... there are bugs lying there?!"
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