Chapter 28 Giving Up
"Warning, warning, pheromone concentration too high, please evacuate immediately—"
A rapid alarm sounded inside the spaceship. Dick immediately activated the ventilation and isolation system, put on a filter mask, and sent a communication to the Marshal.
Marshal's body is extremely deficient in male pheromones and desperately needs the comfort of male insects. He is already in a state of being forcibly suppressed by inhibitors. This concentration of high-level male pheromones is like a spark igniting the forest for Marshal.
Sure enough, at the last moment, the male insect revealed its fox tail.
The dense pheromones in the empty hall were enough to make any female insect lose her mind, and a dark blue tail hook emerged from behind the male insect's tail vertebrae.
The male insect eagerly hooks onto the female's vital area, wraps itself tightly around her, and begins attempting to inject male pheromones into her.
This is an instinct carried by genes; the tail hook pins the front of the erect penis, causing the female insect to be completely engulfed in lust.
Even Celtic, who had great self-control, let out a muffled groan.
Hill trembled all over. Never before had he so longed for a female insect. Every inch of his muscles and bones was in excruciating pain, as if his bones were being torn apart, because of this unrequited desire.
He tries to hold onto his female insect like his tail hook.
"Don't go—" The little male insect, lying in the sea of flowers, stretched out his hand, and his tail hook burst out with amazing power at this moment, forcibly pinning the powerful female insect to the spot.
His breath was burning, and his beautiful eyes narrowed into a single vertical pupil as he choked out a low, moist murmur: "You are mine—"
You can only be mine. You're not allowed to marry my brother. You promised you'd wait for me. How could you... how could you break your promise?
Celtic had already prepared to get up and leave, but now he slowly turned around, his pheromones rising, his voice low and menacing: "You want to mark me?"
Male insects can mark countless female insects, while female insects can only have one male insect in their lifetime. To remove the mark, they must pay a huge price, losing their wealth, rank, or even their lives.
For Celtic, this meant the destruction of everything he had.
Including his honors, ambitions, and future.
Selt suddenly stretched out his insect claws and attacked Hill's face. Hill did not dodge or evade, and a single tear fell from her beautiful eyes.
If the marshal were to kill him, he would no longer want to resist.
But all I felt was a cool sensation near my ear.
A ding-dong sound.
The beautiful, deep blue earring rolled to the ground, and drops of bright red blood stained the facets of the icy blue gemstone, giving it a scarlet glow.
The suppression patch hidden behind his ear was torn apart by the insect claws, along with the quantum computer that connected him to the outside world.
The already strong pheromones surged again, slightly exceeding Grade A, almost to the point of being sticky. Dick, who had intended to approach from a distance, had to retreat once more.
Such a strong pheromone is not present in the typical first-stage (fq) male insect.
At the same time, his appearance was also changing. His originally emerald green eyes lost their vibrant green and became clearer and bluer. His short golden hair also began to lose its gold color, becoming lighter and lighter until it finally approached a silvery-white platinum gold.
His features became more defined and his demeanor more noble and unapproachable; even the most aloof female insects would be amazed by him.
This was the true form of the male insect. He had never even seen its true face before. The male insect approached with an unknown purpose, and was just one step away from dragging him into the bottomless abyss.
Because of that brief momentary lapse, Hill's heart, which had been pounding with pain, was given a glimmer of hope again. Hot tears streamed down his face as he grabbed the marshal's arm as if it were his last lifeline.
"You...can't bear to part with me, can you?"
You like me, don't you? Even if you misunderstand that I have ulterior motives, you can't bear to kill me, right? Then can you like me a little more?
Overwhelmed by the feeling of being loved, he choked back tears and whined at his female insect.
"Marshal, I feel so bad... Can you touch me? I'm in so much pain, my bones hurt... Marshal, please hug me... Mmm..."
He prayed repeatedly, his pheromones generating a scorching temperature inside his body, burning his pale skin crimson, as if he were being consumed by flames.
"Marshal, the pheromone concentration is too high. I suggest you evacuate immediately—" Unable to connect to the Marshal's personal computer, Dick had no choice but to send a request to the spaceship's central control system.
Hill grasped Celt's hand, pleading softly and helplessly, as if he were the only salvation in the world.
His azure eyes were completely wet, raindrops were falling softly: "Don't go, please don't go? Marshal... I beg you..."
Later, Hill thought that he shouldn't have abandoned his dignity to beg the marshal to stay. Perhaps letting the marshal turn away would have been the best outcome, at least he wouldn't have suffered such desperate torment.
But at that time, he was single-minded and devoted, hoping only that the female insect he admired, liked, and loved would stay with him, accompany him, and possess each other. He was willing to do anything for this.
They lost face, and also lost all their pride and self-respect.
"Marshal, are you going to abandon your puppy? I'm a good boy, Marshal, please... don't go... don't go..."
Don't leave me here alone, I want you.
His eyes were like broken ice floes. Celtic had always been calm and sharp, unmoved by anything external, but at this moment he felt the solid fortress in his heart begin to crumble.
It was a suffocating, numb feeling, unlike any unspeakable tremor and hidden pain experienced by those wounded in war.
He knew perfectly well that it was a scam, a trap, but he couldn't suppress the impulse. It wasn't until much later that he understood that it was called heartache.
Selt closed his eyes, then abruptly opened them again, his cold, grey eyes burning with intense heat. His voice grew even hoarseer: "Then let me see how obedient you are—"
Hill nodded obediently, tears streaming down her face like dewdrops trembling on a Sophia Rosa flower.
"The puppy is very well-behaved... I will obey everything, I will only listen to the Marshal, Marshal, please hug me..."
"I'm in so much pain...it hurts so much..."
He would give anything as long as the marshal stayed; he was willing to sacrifice everything.
Even with his hands tied, he didn't feel uncomfortable, and soon the marshal's strong body covered him.
"Hmm..."
After being left alone for so long, he was suddenly treated gently, which made him gasp softly and cry out in comfort.
The whole insect felt as if it had fallen into a gentle honey pot, and the pain was replaced by a comfortable feeling. Although its hands and feet were tied, it still couldn't help but lean against the marshal's arms, breathing heavily, lost in its own world.
His broad chest was the only safe haven in the entire universe, and he whispered sweet nothings to me over and over again.
Make him cry comfortably, whether it's fast or slow, make him cry, make the marshal's heart a mess, and make him groan and seek everything.
To completely surrender oneself to the female insect one likes.
"I love the Marshal so much... I love the Marshal the most... Marshal, will you be my queen? I love the Marshal so much... Mmm... Marshal... Marshal..."
He cried and kissed happily until the moment he was about to be freed, when he was forcibly dragged from heaven into hell.
Hill snapped out of her reverie and saw the deep blue earring being picked up, now trembling slightly.
That was a gift given as a token of our love, how could it be left like that—
But the Marshal had done this before, but this time was different. It was a second advancement, and both his father and brother had said that the second advancement was extremely important and could not afford the slightest mistake. The Marshal could not afford to do this...
But he couldn't find the words to refute it.
"Ugh... Marshal, no, it hurts so much..." The feeling of falling from heaven to hell made his whole body tremble, his long legs were shaking, and he kept rubbing his knees together.
He begged for mercy in agony, crying so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes.
"Please stop bullying me, okay... Marshal... please let me go..."
A hot, rough hand gripped his lifeline; the bronze palm with bulging veins was visually striking, and it clenched cruelly.
The deep blue gem trembled.
——”
He climbed to heaven again, only to plummet back to hell. The young male's pale abdomen, still in its arch stage, crashed to the ground. Hill was speechless, his lower abdomen convulsing, and he choked with pain.
"Who sent you?" Celt asked, continuing with his hand gesture.
“I came here of my own accord… um…” Hill struggled, but his hands were tied too tightly, and he couldn’t break free. He answered instinctively and in a slurred manner, “Because I like the Marshal…”
That's why I came to your side without hesitation, taking a huge gamble.
The palm tightened again, and the male insect's waist arched high, like a crescent moon.
"I like it... um..." Tears welled up in his eyes, an uncontrollable physical urge to shed.
He couldn't understand why liking someone would bring such a devastating disaster. He repeatedly expressed his feelings for her, not knowing what the answer was, but he could never move this cold and hard female insect, nor gain her soft heart or comfort.
At first, he genuinely thought the marshal was just teasing him as before, and that the marshal would soften if he acted cute, until time and time again.
He belatedly realized that this was different from every previous one.
He was about to break through that cocoon. The second advancement of the Zerg was also called breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly. However, each time he was forced back when he was about to break through that barrier.
He was like a piece of driftwood swept away by the tide, never able to reach the other shore.
He opened his eyes blankly. In this pain, he tried to whine softly as he used to, but suddenly met a pair of cold eyes.
Those eyes held no tenderness whatsoever.
The marshal truly has no intention of freeing him.
As he parted the thick fog, it seemed as if he were making a discovery for the first time.
There was no warmth in the marshal's eyes; they were so cold, like an endless snowfield.
It seems the marshal really doesn't love him.
He loved the marshal, so he couldn't bear to see the marshal suffer even the slightest pain; he could only feel heartache for the marshal's suffering.
"marshal……"
When he realized this moment, his heart clenched, and the intense pain made his vision go black in waves, as if his entire heart had been ripped out alive, his true feelings stripped out and placed fragilely under the bright incandescent light.
They marched and were paraded under the cold gaze of Celt.
——
The pheromones are too strong.
The marshal still hadn't come out, and Dick looked at the information concentration testing instrument once more.
After reaching a certain peak, the pheromones began to decline. Is that the case?
"drop--"
Dick immediately looked over and saw the alloy door at the end of the passage open. The strong pheromones made him uneasy until the Marshal's strong figure appeared at the end of the passage.
The marshal was unharmed and remained rational.
Dick's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly calmed down, and he then shifted his gaze to the unconscious male insect in the marshal's arms.
The Empire's cutting-edge technology swiftly yielded its results: "Heart arrest caused by excessive emotional fluctuations; pheromones are in a highly tinged blue state, level A+. Your rigidity is too high; prolonged contact with a male pheromone in its tinged blue state is likely not a good prospect. Please leave it to me; I will make the arrangements—"
"Arrange for female insects?" The sharp gray eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast. With just one glance, a sense of dread froze the blood in Dike's body. He suddenly realized that the marshal's condition was also not right.
A marshal who's out of control and a high-ranking male insect with a deep bluish tinge?
What is the marshal angry about? Possessiveness? Even knowing that this male insect is carrying a conspiracy, he still has a strong possessive desire for it?
Is this really just the effect of pheromones?
"Marshal, I have arranged the destruction procedure—"
There's no need to arrange for a female insect; it doesn't matter whether it's in a bluish-green state or not, it's about to be destroyed.
The pressure suddenly surged, so intense that Dick could barely breathe, and he even sensed a murderous ferocity.
“Inhibitor—” Celt’s hoarse voice spoke coldly.
"Yes." Under such pressure, Dick was left with only the instinct to obey orders.
With one arm around the unconscious male insect, Selt took the inhibitor and injected it into his own neck.
The cold medicine was injected into his blood vessels, suppressing his uncontrollable heartbeat. Selt threw down the medicine, hugged the male insect, and walked step by step toward the control room.
The male insect that betrayed him in his arms was pale, with tear stains still on its eyes, as if it had encountered the most heartbreaking thing in the world. Even in its unconscious state, it continued to shed tears.
The uniform that Celtic had covered him with was soaked.
Selt gently placed him on the bed and subconsciously looked down. After realizing what he was about to do, he froze for a moment, then stood up coldly, leaving the little male insect in the dark, enclosed space.
Hill was awakened by pain.
Darkness, endless darkness, cold shackles on his hands, he had a fever, the fever was like a surging tide rushing and crashing through his body, causing him pain, tears, anxiety, and fear.
Until the familiar gunpowder pheromones filled the darkness.
The marshal only comes at a fixed time each day, and after he arrives, he does [something].
His burning hands caressed every corner of his body, trying every position, entwining passionately day after day, and stopping him every time he was about to climb on top of him.
Hill had no idea how long this torment had lasted—a day, a year, a month—he knew nothing. He waited for Celt's arrival in the dark chamber. The Marshal would arrive every time he was tormented to the point of death by the tanning phase.
He was bound hand and foot in shackles on the bed, completely controlled by this powerful female insect—feeding, lust, everything.
Celtic was his hope, his salvation, his hell, and his abyss.
He gave him physical intimacy, but neither marked him nor gave him love.
This caused him to constantly waver between pain and pleasure.
The unmarked secondary advancement left him forever unsatisfied. He would always cry out in pain until he was so exhausted during intercourse that he would faint, so exhausted that he could not even lift a finger before falling into a deep sleep.
Time and time again, day after day, he didn't know how much time had passed. The unsatisfied insects were like mating beasts. He cried and begged the marshal, but they also tore at him and hated him. In the end, he curled up in the dark secret room and felt that he was not even as good as a mindless star beast.
Until this long period of tanning ended, it should have been fifteen days, which was the time Hill planned to spend on his honeymoon.
Every day he planned for, a day of happiness, ended up being spent in a dark, secluded room.
Until he was exhausted and his pheromone levels dropped to normal, he was dressed up like a puppet and taken to a place with light.
The sudden light made his eyes close tightly in discomfort, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
He was placed inside a small flying vehicle. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he want to know where he would go next. He didn't want to know anything.
"Marshal, your pheromone fluctuations are very abnormal. Why insist on staying with this male through his budding stage? If you want to keep him alive for questioning, you can find another female—"
Before Dick could finish speaking, he received a cold glare that signaled danger, and he immediately shut his mouth.
After a brief fluctuation on the screen, the handsome yet tired face of the male insect appeared. His cheeks were thin, his light-colored short hair covered his forehead, and his lips were pale. He was incredibly handsome.
"I'll ask you one more time, who sent you?" Celt's icy voice rang out in the cockpit.
Whoever orchestrated this deception—Nathaniel, Cyrus, or even his political enemies—he will make that worm pay a thousandfold price.
"Sir, you have ten seconds. If you refuse to answer, we will detonate the spacecraft. You should know that this is space; once it crashes—"
No remains were found.
Dick's words were interrupted again. The weak male insect slowly propped up his arm, glanced at the screen one last time with his azure eyes, slowly closed them, and pressed the button without any hesitation.
"————"
Author's Note:
Poor baby Hill! [poor][poor][poor]
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