Chapter 18
When Hill woke up, the Marshal was no longer beside him, but the air around him was filled with the scent of the Marshal's pheromones, indicating that the Marshal had once slept next to him!
The marshal's pheromones smell so good! The little male couldn't help but curl up in the blanket and bury himself deep inside to sniff. Mmm, smells so good! He wanted to stay curled up inside forever!
The marshal's pheromones enveloped her, and it took Hill a while to realize that she was actually clean.
Did the marshal clean himself up?
I didn't wake up—
She regretted taking the little male insect's heart in an instant, but then she thought that if he were awake and the marshal wiped his body, he wouldn't be able to resist. She thought about it and immediately felt a liking for it.
This proves that it's not broken yet.
Hill breathed a long sigh of relief; only by keeping his promise could he continue to serve the Marshal and keep him in a good mood.
After composing herself, Hill quickly got up. There were neatly folded clothes by the bed: a white silk shirt and matching trousers, which must have been delivered by the robot bug.
The lack of any particular colors actually makes the outfit more selective in terms of body shape and face shape, but fortunately, it fits Hill perfectly without any problems.
He was born with a handsome face, inheriting the advantages of nearly a thousand years of genetic selection from the queen beetle. He should be the most good-looking among the males in this area, according to the female father.
Although before her second awakening, she was not qualified to marry the marshal because her level was not high and her status was not as high as her second brother's.
However, he believed that once he awakened a second time, he would definitely be no worse than his second brother. Of course, the premise was that he could successfully unite with the marshal before he could awaken a second time.
He didn't want any female insects other than the marshal.
This has created a vicious cycle. Without a second awakening, he is not worthy of marrying the marshal. Without marking the marshal, he cannot undergo a second awakening. He can only come here secretly to be the marshal's favorite concubine.
Hill sighed.
The marshal turned on the indoor surveillance camera and saw the handsome little male insect smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt and sighing.
Why are you sighing? Is there something you can't have?
The marshal tapped his knuckles on the table.
To be fair, this little male insect served me well; he could provide some compensation if I wanted anything.
Marshal swiped the monitor, rewinding to the scene of the little male insect waking up, and then to the scene of the little male insect burying himself in the blanket to smell his pheromones.
His fingers paused involuntarily.
——
Hill didn't think for long. This time was different from the last time. Last time, he didn't see the Marshal and was asked to leave at a fixed time.
This time, no robot bugs came to notify him, which meant he could stay here and might even see the marshal again.
It's almost noon, Marshal, do you need something to eat?
The military's standard equipment is unlikely to be very good; it'll probably just be nutrient solution.
The marshal is injured; how can he drink nutrient solution?
Hill ordered various vegetables and meats from the military's robotic insects. The suite was very large and equipped with a kitchen, though it was spotless and showed no signs of use.
It's good that there are no traces, which means that no insects have ever cooked for the marshal here.
As the first warship of the expeditionary force is essentially a giant wartime planet, any Imperial residents encountered along the way who are attacked by Star Beasts or Space Pirates will be taken into the warship.
So in addition to most military buildings, it even includes everything that a small planet would typically have.
He lived in the marshal's room, and anything he did would certainly be reviewed, but it was clear that ordering some vegetables and meat was not prohibited.
Fifteen minutes later, Hill heard a knock on the door. He opened the door, thinking it was a robot bug, but instead saw Major General Gust's indifferent face.
Although somewhat surprised, Hill still greeted him politely.
Gust maintained his eternally silent expression: "Your Excellency, I heard you have ordered a lot of ingredients. The chef is not allowed to enter the Marshal's private area. You can tell me what you need and have it made into a finished product."
The male insect is notoriously difficult to please, and even though the other party hasn't caused much trouble lately, Guster remains vigilant.
For example, right now, the other party has requested a bunch of expensive and rare raw ingredients.
“No need, leave it to me,” Hill sighed and explained, seeing Gust’s less-than-friendly expression. “I’m planning to make lunch for the Marshal.”
Gust: "..."
Male insect, marshal, lunch.
Putting these words together only made him think of the male insect forcing the marshal to make lunch and then being thrown out by the marshal. How could it be the male insect voluntarily making lunch for the marshal?
After Hill took the ingredients and closed the door, Gust faced the closed door and immediately took out his personal computer and turned on the communicator.
What an absurd situation! Should we tell the Marshal first or Dick first?
After a moment of silence, he opened the military's local area network.
Search and ask your subordinates: Do male insects cook?
When the fighting stopped, most of the female soldiers in the military were not busy, and they always reacted to matters concerning the males immediately.
1st floor: Who's dreaming?
2nd floor: Please reduce your fantasies and seek medical help when you are seriously ill.
3rd floor: Is your male cat preparing for kitchen play? Seriously, I once helped your male cat move books, and cooking isn't part of his curriculum.
4th floor: Okay, it seems that no one upstairs knows, so is there any male insect sir who can answer our questions on the spot?
5th floor: Everyone knows the guy upstairs is thinking about fishing. I'll tag a happy tangerine for you.
6th Floor: Hmm? Mr. Male Insect changed his name? So fast? Wasn't he "Unhappy Orange" just a couple of days ago?
7th floor: Is this the first time you've heard that male insects are unpredictable?
Gust immediately realized he was in trouble and had to use his privileges to delete post #5, but before he could finish deleting it, Hill had already seen it.
A happy tangerine: 3 images
The dishes consisted of a plate of star beast meat from the Basil Mountains, a plate of wheat vegetables common on the Free Star, a plate of half-cut vegetables and fruits, and a cup of milky white beast milk.
Gust knew it was all over, but his attention was still focused on the food. It had to be said that it looked quite appetizing. The female insect had received professional training as a female ruler, and this kind of food could be rated A even by a strict instructor.
A Happy Tangerine: Ahem, I wanted to ask, would female soldiers like this kind of cuisine? Or, are there any other cuisines they prefer, I mean, female soldiers...
56th floor: Thanks for the invitation. I love to eat anything made by you, Mr. Male Insect!
Floor 68: Your presentation is excellent, but I wonder how it tastes? Actually, you could let me try it first. You know, the taste of female and male insects might be a little different?
69th floor: The person upstairs really revealed their true colors.
A happy tangerine: @Major General Guster, what do you think?
Gust: "..."
108th floor: ? ? ? ?
169th floor: Could it be Major General Gust's male insect?
172nd floor: A public declaration of love?
Gust felt a chill run down his spine, inexplicably recalling the look the marshal had given him when he boarded the warship yesterday—a look of expulsion, dominance, and intense possessiveness.
Gust: We can add more meat, he likes it.
190th floor: Him? Who? Not Major General Gust? Is he a friend of the Major General?
205: Major General Gust's fiancé? Could it be Lieutenant General Dick?!
Gusteau breathed a sigh of relief after successfully diverting the blame.
The Marshal treated everyone equally in public and never showed any favoritism. Hill could only learn so much, but fortunately Major General Gust should know.
The male worm that successfully caught Major General Gust was very satisfied.
The last dish can be changed to stewed meat.
Fortunately, he had studied it specifically for the marshal.
During a break from stewing the meat, Hill took out his personal computer and used a hidden communication channel to contact Bright.
A happy tangerine: Why does a female insect produce milk when she is not pregnant?
The Marshal's private area computer access was limited to the local area network and was not connected to the entire galaxy network, so Hill could not find the answer immediately and had to ask Bright for help.
Bright: Hmm? Wait, let me go ask.
One minute later: When pheromones and mental energy are extremely unstable, secretion disorders may occur. This situation is already very serious and extreme. The demand for male insects will increase significantly and be accompanied by swelling and pain in the breasts.
A happy tangerine: So fast?
Bright: One of my admirers in the field of Imperial Military Academy research, little Hill, if you weren't so aloof, you could get the answer right away instead of pitifully begging me for help.
A happy tangerine: (-`ュ′-
Bright clicked his tongue: "By the way, Lieutenant General Dick has retrieved your insect life trajectory over the past twenty years since you replaced the male insect, focusing on your war experiences. Time was too tight, so I helped you cover it up a bit, but it probably won't last long. You need to get on Hill as soon as possible."
“This time you rashly entered Ticas Star, and the D-class male insect reassured the Marshal 3S-class. The Marshal is not stupid. I always felt that the Marshal was already on alert, which is why he reviewed the files in detail. Also, it seems that my spacecraft has been discovered outside Ticas Star.”
The difference between the pheromones of grade D males and those of grade A males is like the difference between a drop of water and a vast lake.
He stayed close to Hill out of concern for his safety, ready to provide support at any time. The reason he wasn't shot down by the First Army was because of the royal family's special aircraft.
"I understand," Hill replied casually. The Marshal did have a slight liking for him, so it wouldn't matter if the Marshal asked him now, right?
Bright glanced at his friend across the table, whose eyes were sparkling as he watched the steaming stew rise from the meat, and promptly hung up the call.
It's astonishing how there can be such a love-struck male insect; it's truly unbelievable.
My mental strength is unstable and my pheromones are abnormal. Has it gotten that serious?
Hill frowned, his previously cheerful mood suddenly turning heavy. He thought it was just because the Marshal was having a good time that he would produce milk. He absentmindedly reached for the lid and hissed as he was burned. Sure enough, the area was red from the burn.
Ignoring the pain, Hill immediately turned off the heat and took out the stewed meat. This afternoon, she would look for dietary supplements that could help improve and regulate the Marshal's pheromones, given his injury and the resulting imbalance in his mental strength and pheromones...
As Hill pondered, he ladled out the food, picked out a nice box, and then carefully arranged it on a plate, placing the neatly arranged star beast meat on top, and finally adding a cup of beast milk.
The marshal's private area was not far from the military headquarters. His identity was not honorable, so he asked the robot bug to inform the marshal in advance.
The marshal finally agreed.
The office building must have been cleaned up at lunchtime, as there was hardly anyone there. Major General Gust waited for him downstairs, leading him through a long, cold, white mechanical corridor, and finally stopping at the deepest office.
After knocking on the door, Gust took one last look at the exquisite lunchbox.
Unfortunately, we can no longer know what it looks like or what it tastes like inside.
Will the food made by the male insect taste good? I hope that the marshal won't throw the food and the male insect out together later.
The marshal sat at his desk, wearing a black military uniform that made his chest appear even broader and his arms more muscular. His cold, gray eyes and the perfectly fitted uniform gave him a stern and commanding presence.
Black military uniforms also look good.
Hill's ears turned slightly red, but she still mustered up the courage to step forward, her fingers clenching tightly.
"I made lunch for the Marshal. Would the Marshal like to try some?"
The young male was undoubtedly handsome, with emerald-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and a perfectly shaped jaw. The sunlight and starlight inside the warship were artificial, yet when they shone on the young male, they seemed to possess a vigorous vitality.
Fearing the Marshal's rejection, Hill opened the box and showed him his work. Even the most discerning old male on the capital planet said he did a good job and could compete for the position of queen. Of course, he was eventually kicked by Bright.
This food was prepared with great care; it had a subtle aroma as soon as it was opened, a far cry from the bland and tasteless nutrient solution. The marshal's deep eyes looked at the lunchbox.
He neither agreed nor disagreed with the male insect's attempts to please him.
Like any female insect, the marshal learned cooking while studying at the Imperial Military Academy, but he never saw any male insects learn it. They seemed to be born only to eat, drink, play, and indulge in extravagance.
There will be enough female insects to serve the esteemed male insects, ensuring that they can eat delicious meals at any time.
As for the female insects, it doesn't matter whether they live or die; as long as they are alive, the nutrient solution to sustain their basic life is sufficient.
The food prepared by the male insect?
Hill had already set out the tableware and wiped it clean with a wet wipe, then handed it over with expectant hands.
A very well-mannered and beautiful male insect.
The marshal accepted the tableware.
Unexpectedly, this was a meal that was both visually appealing and delicious. The Marshal Military Academy graduate had an S-level grade in all subjects, including cooking, although he hadn't cooked in almost twenty years.
It meets at least the Grade A standard, and many female insects may not perform as well as this male insect.
Moreover, the star beast meat selected should have a warming and nourishing effect. The expensive ingredients provided the necessary deliciousness and abundant energy. Yesterday, the wound on my back felt a little warm, which suited the marshal's taste very well.
The marshal ate quickly, and Hill waited beside him.
After the marshal put it down, she obediently went up to clean up. The marshal had finished eating!
Hill was both happy and worried that he might have underestimated the female insect's appetite and therefore cooked too little. He felt a pang of anxiety, but after cleaning up, he knew he had to leave…
The little male insect's movements started to slow down. This was the first time he had seen the Marshal since waking up today. Would it be that he wouldn't be able to see him for another two weeks after returning home?
The marshal watched the hesitant little male insect, waiting for him to speak.
To please him, you certainly need something.
A low-ranking male insect from a remote area, reduced to the point of having to sell himself to pay off debts, must be having a very hard time.
He wouldn't mind giving some reasonable gifts as a decent reward for the male insect.
What could it be? Assets? A house? A first-class permanent residence right? Or something more important?
The marshal calmly awaited the answer. He was about to depart for the capital planet, and before that, he would give the little male insect some gifts.
Finally, the dishes were cleared away. Hill, his emerald eyes like rippling blue waves, coughed softly and said, "Marshal, would you like to take a nap?"
May I stay and keep you company during your lunch break?
Author's Note:
In the next chapter, the Marshal will leave Hill for the capital planet, and once he arrives there, the countdown to his cremation begins! [droopy-eared rabbit head]
Hill replied to Bright's post with several cute angry cat emojis, but they were all censored. Damn it! [crying][crying][crying]
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