Chapter 17
Everything needs a reasonable reason, just as in the past, some male insects liked him because of his high credit points.
He didn't think that this male insect would like him for no reason, whether it was taking the defenseless male insect to the dungeon or using him as a consumable.
The little male insect rested half its face against his rough, broad palm, groggily kissing the veins on the inside of his wrist. Hearing this, its eyes brightened slightly, and it lowered its eyelids as if shyly: "Um... because the Marshal saved me..."
The Zerg are warlike, and the Empire's front lines are long, including not only space pirates and space beasts but also various other races in the surrounding areas. They can launch a war at any time if their expansion is hindered.
Celt was born a commoner, and during his service, he traveled to almost every star system within the Empire's territory. If you count the number of Zerg residents he saved, whether directly or indirectly, the number would be countless.
It's not uncommon for many female soldiers to join the army with him as their role model and idol, but this is the first time a male insect has said that he remembers him and likes him because he saved him.
Celt's rough, hard fingers lifted the male insect's chin, forcing him to look at him.
Those beautiful emerald green eyes were misty with pleasure. Celtic ran his thumb across his eyelids, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, rolling down a single, physiological tear.
The little male insect tilted its head back and let him do as he pleased, making soft "hmm" sounds.
The mist cleared, and those bright green eyes became clear again, clearly holding only that one insect within them.
"Time." Too many battles have etched his resume into his life, and he doesn't remember whether the planet from which the little male insect originated was ever saved by a military operation.
But perhaps because he had just emerged from the insectification and his body was still controlled by pheromones, Celt still felt an uncontrollable possessiveness, even though the closest connection still existed.
The male insect lowered its eyes and didn't look at him, and he couldn't bear it just that.
He was used to turning off the lights at first and simply used the male insect as a tool.
Pheromones are so terrifying that even without marking or making a contract, simply intertwining bodies can generate such intense desire.
No wonder countless female insects are willing to drink poison to quench their thirst for this little bit of pheromone, wagging their tails and begging for mercy.
Upon hearing the marshal ask about the time, a hint of red appeared on the little male insect's thin skin, which quickly turned completely red.
He couldn't help but bury himself in the marshal's broad chest, so nervous he almost held his breath, and spoke in a soft, sticky voice.
"Marshal... can you remember it yourself?"
When we said goodbye, I clearly kissed the back of your hand and said I would come back to find you.
But why were all the invitations I sent rejected, and why did they refuse to see me even once?
Overwhelmed by the thought, a wave of resentment and bitterness surged up, and driven by her pheromones, she became even more emotional, murmuring incessantly, "I've waited for so, so long, Marshal..."
Why haven't they come yet?
I also want to invite the Marshal to dinner in a normal way, exchange gifts, pick him up from get off work in a legitimate capacity, hold a grand wedding ceremony, and then have a 15-day honeymoon leave, kissing the Marshal to sleep every night in the palace on the capital star, and then being woken up by the Marshal kissing me in his arms.
Why did you choose my brother and not me?
The little male insect in her arms looked both aggrieved and attached.
The Imperial Academy had taught courses on lie detection, and the young male insect made no attempt to hide his emotions, making it easy to confirm that he was telling the truth.
Celt calmly considered that the areas where low-ranking male insects lived were usually remote, and as his rank rose, he would generally not pass through them a second time unless there was a major strategic objective.
But the little male insect in his arms looked so pitiful, as if it would be a huge mistake for him not to pass by a second time and hurt him.
Male insects are beautiful and fragile, and can become unreasonable under the influence of pheromones.
His fq period will last at least three more days. If the male insect experiences excessive emotional exhaustion or develops resistance during this time, it will be difficult to sustain the period.
Celtic calmly assessed the situation and made the best choice at that moment.
"I apologize."
The marshal apologized, his earlier grievance completely gone: "Um...it's alright..."
It's alright if the Marshal is too busy with military affairs and doesn't have time to accept the invitation...
The rest of her words were swallowed up by the marshal's kiss, leaving only a breathless, intense kiss.
How come it's happened again so quickly...?
The Marshal just apologized; is this compensation? The Marshal is indeed a man of action.
Hill obediently responded, while thinking with a hint of annoyance, "As expected, the Marshal still doesn't remember who I am."
He apologized, but he didn't even know what he did wrong. Since the Marshal genuinely apologized, I'll forgive him...
Hmm...
This period of irritation lasted for three whole days, and the marshal finally finished digesting the potion on the third day.
Dick looked at the communication device countless times. Ever since the Marshal sent him a short message two days ago after regaining consciousness, he had fallen into a long period of calm again.
According to the pheromone test results, the levels have returned to normal, but for some reason, there has been no news from the Marshal.
Is it really possible to solve the problem if the D-grade male insect is too low-level?
Suddenly, the atmosphere of gunpowder around them grew stronger, and the female insects' pheromones repelled each other, with the females reacting more strongly to the pheromones. Dick immediately realized that something was wrong.
What went wrong?
As the gray mist surged, a blurry shadow gradually emerged amidst the tense atmosphere. Enormous bone wings broke through the mist, revealing a familiar and powerful figure within.
It was a success.
Dick's heart, which had been pounding with tension, finally relaxed, allowing him to take the time to observe carefully.
The male insect was held in the marshal's arms, his tattered military jacket casually draped over his body. The marshal's insect transformation had ended, but the insect patterns on his neck and arms occasionally lit up, indicating that parts of his body had not yet fully transitioned.
The handsome little male insect was leaning against the marshal's chest, which was quite unbelievable, since the marshal's claws had not fully regressed to their normal size, and he could easily tear the male insect apart.
But it seems even more perplexing that the male insect actively seeks out the transformed female insect—
Dick pondered, and perhaps because he had been staring at the male insect for too long, he suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure.
When he came to his senses, he found the marshal staring at him coldly, his gray eyes brimming with a desire for killing and war.
Dick's heart skipped a beat; danger.
Do pheromones bring a fleeting sense of possessiveness? He quickly lowered his head; no insect dared to challenge his authority during the female's flinching phase.
Celtic walked step by step onto the small warship, and Dick only felt able to breathe smoothly after the marshal's figure had completely disappeared.
Is the Marshal possessive of that low-level male insect? Hopefully, it's just a temporary effect of pheromones, because the Marshal will soon need to return to the capital planet to report on his duties and formally get engaged to the Second Prince. Developing any dependence on another male insect would be detrimental to the future.
He immediately realized he was overthinking things. The marshal would always know better than him, his adjutant, what to do and how to do it.
There were no insects on the small warship that remained outside the gray fog, only the ticking sound of instruments. Perhaps because of the search they had just conducted, the marshal pulled his general's uniform up to the male insect's head, completely blocking any possible line of sight.
The male insect, its head covered, let out a hissing sound, seemingly somewhat uneasy.
"sleep."
The little one is really obedient; he fell asleep peacefully in no time after being told to.
The marshal placed the male insect in his arms on the bed and got up. As he left, the sleeping male insect seemed to sense something and rubbed against him, struggling to open its eyelids.
The marshal released a little pheromone, which calmed the little male insect. Its delicate features furrowed slightly, and it slowly moved onto the marshal's pillow.
Hot water poured down from above his head. Marshal closed his eyes, as the intense anxiety that surged during his period had been soothed by the male insect, but deep within his body, there seemed to be a place that was still clamoring for more.
That's the reproductive cavity, urgently needing the male insect to form a knot and completely mark him.
The marshal's cold gray eyes stared at the female insect in the mirror. Her tall, strong body was covered with hickeys, and her chest still bore purplish-blue finger marks, indicating the intense lovemaking she had just experienced.
The marshal stretched out his hand and braced it against the fogged mirror. Soon, the water above the sprayer flowed down and landed on the cold, gleaming metal floor.
It had just ended, but she became restless again, craving male insects.
The marshal's eyes grew colder and colder.
There were no male insects, so this was just a simple leak of jade, but it made the marshal feel uneasy.
Like a wild beast controlled by desire, only knowing how to send 'q's.
The marshal dried himself off, put on a loose coat, frowned, and finally took a towel to wipe the little male insect's body.
The male insect's body was extremely white; pressing it left a mark, let alone when it had lost its mind and transformed into an insect. The marks were much more intense than those on the marshal's body, and the marks were pitiful.
While wiping her body, she vaguely wanted to snuggle into the marshal's arms. A refreshing pheromone wafted over her, slightly easing the marshal's overly agitated mood.
Gu Qianwang, who had just calmed down, showed signs of rising again. I wanted to wake him up, so I rubbed him with my hands until he woke up. Fresh pheromones filled the whole room.
However, the pheromones of the D-level male insect could not soothe the S-level female insect. The huge level difference only made him and the male insect more anxious and unable to find relief.
Only S-grade male insects can allow him to survive.
The marshal calmly suppressed his thoughts, threw down the towel, and forced himself to stop looking at the little male insect on the bed who was hugging the blanket and burying his face in the pillow to absorb pheromones.
He quickly processed the backlog of work accumulated over the past three days using his personal computer, while simultaneously issuing an order to Dick to lift the blockade of Ticas.
Dick: "Marshal, for the past three days, a small aircraft, the latest development of the Empire, has been hovering around Ticas. Because the situation was unclear, we did not launch an attack. Half a star later, the aircraft drove away and its whereabouts are unknown."
[Detected image, coordinates]
The Bode 379 was supplied in small quantities to royalty and a few grand dukes due to its expensive fuel.
royal?
Information about the royal family pops up in a timely manner, and the latest news is still that the second prince, Sirius, has refused to come.
Celt remained unmoved, swiped it into the trash can, and continued issuing orders: "Investigate whether the wars Hill has experienced over the years are related to the First Army, and send me a summary."
"yes."
The call was disconnected, and the room fell silent again.
Inside the trash can, the Second Prince, chin in hand, smiled nonchalantly: "Good luck to him?"
The marshal finished watching the video and clicked close.
Finally, all sounds disappeared, leaving only the shallow, long breaths of another insect.
Before he knew it, the little male insect had quietly crept up to his side, nestled against his thigh, and seemed to be absorbing his pheromones as if it could never get enough of them.
Author's Note:
True doer
Baby Hill, you're too easy to please, you'll get bullied [poor thing]. Baby Hill is always lacking pheromones, but that will make you sick, Marshal [droopy-eared bunny head].
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