Chapter 72
Every inch of her body was tightly wrapped. Hill tried to break free but was forcefully pulled back. Her long fingernails scratched the back of the female insect's hand until it bled. The pain did not make the female insect retreat, but instead made the concentration of her pheromones rise again.
The pheromones were so strong that even with his eyes closed, he could feel them surrounding him everywhere, impossible to escape.
He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't make a sound at all, and he couldn't even control his breathing. Every breath of air he needed was given to him by the female insect.
The female insect's kiss was always fierce. Hill felt as if his breath had been completely taken away; no matter how hard he tried to compress his lungs, not a single breath could escape, as if he were drowning in an endless sea...
But he wasn't in pain; he couldn't feel any pain.
Every inch of her skin felt intense stimulation. Even though she was kissing him, he could feel his hot breath on her waist, the back of her knees, her arms, and even her more intimate parts.
He was enveloped in a dense barrage of kisses, wanting to curl up but having nowhere to go, so he could only lie there, his body forced open, accepting it all.
Is it a Celt? Or are there other females together?
Perhaps due to lack of oxygen, his thoughts became chaotic, and suddenly, for no apparent reason, a flash of inspiration struck him, reminding him of a long, long time ago.
Nathaniel Sirius frequently attended various parties, where he was served by many female insects. When he was recuperating behind a transparent glass, Nathaniel would boast and compete with Sirius.
They compete to see how many female insects they have, whether they are S-rank or double S-rank, and to compare the number and status of their female insects...
What was he thinking at that time?
He didn't want so many female insects; he only wanted one Celtic Marshal, a female insect who belonged to him alone, who would love him wholeheartedly, and who would always be by his side, favoring and deeply loving him.
He only wanted the marshal; he didn't want so many female insects surrounding him. He disliked and found it disgusting, and he was unwilling to have relations with other insects.
Celtic said he would cure him, is this how he'll cure him?
By having multiple female insects stimulate him with several times the amount of pheromones, I see... I see...
Hill almost laughed out loud, but he couldn't make a sound. His breath was stolen, and every breath he took had to be fed by the female insect, whose rhythm was controlled by her. The near-death experience made him involuntarily shed tears of primal urges, wetting the cloth covering his eyes.
He stopped struggling and running away, and instead actively stuck out his tongue to pursue the unfamiliar, unidentified female insect.
He wouldn't be timid or afraid, especially not in front of Celtic, acting as if he couldn't do without him—
It's just a matter of replacing a few female insects, that's all.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the kiss intense, until the last breath was gone and his eyes slowly welled up with tears.
The female insect retreated, but Hill did not lie on the ground and let her do as she pleased. He took the initiative to stretch out his arms and hug the female insect tightly. His slender arms overlapped on the female insect's back, and he fiercely scratched out bloody marks one after another.
This is a powerful female insect, her arm muscles bulging, veins bulging and meandering, and surging blood flowing at her neck. Does he recognize her? Or does he not?
No, none of that matters anymore—
He straightened his back and hung his entire body on the unfamiliar female insect, raising his head to ask for a kiss. For some reason, the female insect did not respond immediately.
The female insect hesitated for a moment, which was unusual for her.
If Hill were to remove the veil covering his eyes at this moment, he would see the eyes of the impending Celtic storm.
Just as the weak male insect was about to fall due to lack of strength, the female insect stretched out her strong arms, grabbed the male insect's waist, and suddenly pressed his upper body into her arms.
Hill, bewildered, reached out and cupped the female insect's face in his hands, trying to trace the unfamiliar features of this strange creature.
It was truly unfamiliar, but he didn't care. He slowly moved closer, seemingly sniffing the female insect's pheromones.
He couldn't smell what it was. It didn't matter, it wasn't important at all.
If Celt found other female insects, then he should be enjoying the female insects that Celt personally selected.
The male insect, with its eyes covered, has only its long, loose silver hair covering its body, giving it a unique purity and sanctity.
He cupped the female insect's face in his hands and rubbed it back and forth with the tip of his nose, a tender and affectionate way of rubbing. He could clearly feel the female insect's breathing quicken suddenly, and the hands holding his waist were burning hot.
No female insect can resist such provocation from a high-ranking male.
Hill felt the hand gripping his knee suddenly tighten, the fingers digging into his leg flesh. The imbalance of force caused him pain, but this did not cool his interest; instead, it excited him even more, making him let out a soft laugh.
He continued to lightly touch the female insect's sharp jaw with his lips, then slowly climbed up to her lips, tracing and caressing the lines of her lips.
The unfamiliar female insect finally couldn't resist invading his mouth again, so impatiently that it even seemed a bit rough.
This time, the male insect did not resist at all; he readily accepted the female insect's intrusion and enjoyed this excessive service.
He wanted to live, to discard all those foolish thoughts, and to live by any means necessary—
It's just a few female insects; Celtic can find a way to deal with them, so why should he resist?
Once he survives, he will ensure that all the female insects, including Celt, die without a trace, and every single one of them will pay the price.
Pay the price—
His heart was pounding. Perhaps due to his excitement, his body, which had been rather cold, began to warm up. His hands and legs were warmed by the female insect's body heat, and his pheromones increased.
The affected area, which had remained unresponsive to this stimulation, seemed to show some fluctuation, and the female insects immediately became even more enthusiastic.
His upper body was embraced by the female insect, who cupped his face in one hand and kissed him continuously. She kissed his fingertips, then put them in her mouth, kissing his shoulders, neck, and collarbone along the veins of his arm, and then further down...
His long hair was soaked with sweat. Unwilling to give up, the female insect kissed his hair, his back, his waist, and his prominent ridges, trying to get his attention.
He felt itchy, his thin body trembled slightly, and his arms, which were wrapped around the female insect's back, fell down due to exhaustion. Immediately, the female insect gently caught his arms and wrapped her arms around him with delicate kisses like snakes.
More importantly, the unresponsive parts were served in turn, each insect's habits and intensity seemed different, even though they were invisible, they could be clearly felt.
"ah......."
One female insect after another walked around him, and he lost all sense of shame. He lay there calmly on the crumpled ground, accepting and enjoying it.
So many insects! How many were there? He couldn't count them, and he didn't want to anymore...
He fell into an endless sea of pheromones, sinking deeper and deeper until he reached a certain critical point, where he seemed to see a faint white light.
Which female insect is accompanying him now? It doesn't matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.
He wanted to smile, but he felt it was too difficult to even pull up the corners of his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.
Until the white veil in front of him was suddenly removed, he couldn't help but shed tears of primal urges, wetting the veil. He felt the light was somewhat dazzling, and he wanted to turn his head away but felt exhausted.
He lay there on the white carpet, his body marked with deep and shallow marks, his long silver hair cascading like moonlight. The overwhelming senses made him tremble slightly involuntarily, his lips, almost chapped, unable to close as he breathed.
The female insect's hands forcefully lifted him from the crumpled carpet and pressed him firmly into her arms.
He pressed so hard that Hill could barely breathe.
Hill heard intermittent ticking sounds, filled with chaotic pheromones. The chaotic footsteps and whispers around him disappeared, and the world became quiet and empty, like a terrifying silence.
The only sound came from him, and then...
I still can't get up, I still haven't gotten better. Even the strongest stimulation only elicits a slight reaction, and in the end, it's still the same.
A wave of weariness, helplessness, and a sense of absurdity washed over Hill. He tilted his head back and opened his eyes. He would remember, remember these female insects who had witnessed his wretchedness. He would kill them all, all of them—
However, the place was eerily empty, with no other insects besides Celt and himself. The only thing that suddenly appeared was Celt's cold eyes.
The eyes were gray and cold, like dark clouds about to fall, as if a torrential downpour was about to occur.
“From beginning to end, it was only me.” Celt spoke in a somber voice, his burning hands cupping Hill’s face, which was flushed with emotion, and his thumb gently wiping away the tears that welled up in his eyes.
Having just experienced a vigorous exercise, the male insect was particularly sensitive. Just touching it made its body tremble slightly, causing Celt's eyes to darken and his voice to become even more subdued: "Is Your Highness disappointed?"
So enthusiastic, so proactive in climbing into the female insect's arms to hug, ask for kisses, and be served by many other female insects, only to find that I was the only one there, were you very disappointed?
With a sudden burst of force from his other hand, the white gauze beside him creaked under the strain and shattered with a crack.
Yes, it's not just a white veil, but a newly developed prop that creates an immersive experience and even simulates sensory perception, typically used by the military in simulating various combat environments.
Celtic used it here because Hill was so insecure; he needed complete possession, and a simple hug was far from enough.
That was far from enough to satisfy Hill's needs; he needed every part of his body to be held tightly in his arms.
Hill didn't recognize the other female insects as him at first, but after a brief hesitation, he chose to make the other female insects different from himself.
because--
"Did Your Highness feel good just now? Was it more comfortable than the other female insects Your Highness has experienced?"
After their reunion, Hill mentioned that he had tried several different female insects, and perhaps his accustomed habit of serving others stemmed from that time—
When he realized that Hill was actively courting him, his heart was almost burned by the flames of jealousy.
He was just as passionate, so naive, and so seductive in front of other female insects, leading them into an endless abyss, letting them serve him and bring him pleasure.
That's why he's so skilled and adapted so quickly.
Celtic abruptly closed his eyes, suppressing those hateful and insane thoughts.
He couldn't blame Hill, because Hill chose to serve those female insects because of the alien planet Tica; he had rejected Hill's choice, forcing him to—
All of this stemmed from my own mistakes.
All his pain and regret were the punishment he deserved.
Author's Note:
Celtic actually believed it, and just like that, he cheated on himself. [Clown]
Thinking he was truly cheated on, and perhaps for the sake of his baby's health, he gritted his teeth and continued to cheat on himself. [Clown]
I'm almost at the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles stage, but secretly I wish I could wipe out the whole world! [cat emoji]
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