Chapter 6
According to the military's intranet, wasn't the Marshal supposed to have returned three days ago? How could he be back so soon? Hill didn't have time to think about these things and immediately shut down his personal computer. Sure enough, Major General Gust was already on high alert downstairs, giving him a subtle look.
Ten minutes later, Hill stood inside the central cabin, which, like the first time, had been completely cleared out. Hill stood inside the cabin and subtly straightened his clothes in front of the reflective metal door.
The male insect, reflected in the metal hatch, was handsome and slender, with clear, clean emerald-like eyes and short, golden hair that fell neatly to his ears, giving him a noble and elegant air. Even the most demanding etiquette officer could not find any fault with him.
Fortunately, I always paid attention to my appearance so that I could meet the marshal at any time.
Five minutes later, the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps came from behind. The thud of military boots on the ground seemed to strike Hill's heart. He had just raised his head when the hatch opened, and the Marshal's sculpted, rugged face appeared at the door.
A highly aggressive pheromone wafted over, and the smell of blood and gunpowder from the battlefield almost made Hill suffocate. The marshal was wearing a black cloak, and his military uniform and boots were stained with dirty black blood. His sharp gray eyes contained endless killing intent, and the whole insect exuded an extremely strong aura.
So sexy...
Hill's eyes were fixed on the marshal, and for a moment he even forgot to breathe.
The pheromones that Celt had been suppressing surged the moment he saw the male insect, almost as if a pot of boiling water had been poured over his head. Gu Qianwang screamed wildly, and after experiencing the pleasure of being caressed by the male insect, the difficulty of enduring it increased exponentially.
She wanted to possess this handsome male insect, keep him in her territory, and exclude any other female insects from approaching.
Sensing that the Marshal's pheromones were beginning to drive them away, Dick and Gust quickly turned and left in perfect unison. The moment the hatch closed, the Marshal twisted his neck and ripped off his cumbersome cloak.
The military uniform below covered the marshal's tall and strong body. The well-tailored uniform made his muscles look clear and well-defined, and the strong waist cinched by the belt made him look powerful and capable.
The black bloodstains on the military uniform indicated that the marshal had just returned from the battlefield.
After throwing off his cloak, the marshal reached out and tore open his military uniform jacket, stepping on the epaulets that represented honor.
At the same time, he stepped forward, his powerful aura and extremely aggressive pheromones making Hill's heart pound. He was stunned and stood rooted to the spot, his heart beating so fast it was almost uncontrollable.
The marshal, who just came down from the battlefield, is so handsome, strong, and sexy.
The next moment, the marshal's steel-like hands grabbed his two hands and pinned them above his head. Hill was slammed against the wall, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Although it hurt, Hill didn't even blink, just staring at the marshal.
The intense period of agitation that accompanied the surge of mental energy brought his possessiveness and star-cravings to their peak. Celtic's gray eyes, on the other hand, became extremely cold, almost exuding an inorganic chill. Yet, beneath that icy exterior lay a frenzied desire for aggression.
The two-week-long battle made him desperately crave the pheromones of male insects.
She was obsessed with possessing the male insect, wanting to own him completely, including his private parts, hands, eyes, skin, and every inch of his body.
The male insect's refusal to close its eyes pleased Celt, who reached out his hand, and the burning heat made Hill shiver.
"Ugh—Marshal—" Hill used all his strength to keep himself from losing control immediately.
The marshal's return was too sudden; he must have been injured to that extent.
But the marshal didn't care at all, and just followed his instincts to pursue it, like a traveler who had walked for countless days and nights in the boundless desert and finally encountered sweet rain, wishing he could possess all of this sweet rain for himself.
Celt pinned the little male insect's hand above his head with one hand, embedding himself in the marshal's embrace, feeling only the ever-increasing heat with each breath.
Not enough, not enough...
The desire for more is a kind of possessiveness that comes from the very core of one's being.
With his remaining hand, Celtic tore open the lining of his military uniform, revealing his massive, bulging pectoral muscles—
The wounds from past battles still lingered on his chest, testifying to the intensity and danger of those battles. At this moment, his pectoral muscles heaved rapidly as the marshal forcefully pressed down the little male insect's golden head with one hand.
The order was given without question: "..."
The little male insect was completely bewildered. He grunted and everything went completely dark before his eyes. The marshal completely enveloped him, blocking out all the light above his head.
Did the marshal want him to kiss his chest?
The marshal had just come down from the battlefield, his body still smelling of gunpowder, blood, and sweat, which strangely didn't bother the delicate little male insect.
Other males might find this extreme closeness and coercion repulsive, but Hill felt a long-lost sense of security.
The inexperienced young male tentatively opened its mouth, only to have its breasts aggressively stuffed into its mouth; well, it couldn't fit it all in...
It's so big that there's a deep ravine in the middle that could fit his face into it. It's not soft and flimsy, but resilient. Once you're buried in it, you feel like you can forget all the dangers. It's the only safe haven in the world.
Just like five years ago, on that stormy night when the planet's protective shield shattered and enemy forces attacked, the Marshal had once held a single insect in his arms to fight the enemy.
Amidst the torrential downpour and countless enemy troops like locusts, he buried his head in the marshal's arms, escaping the near-apocalyptic hail of bullets and the inescapable net.
After a long, long time, he was finally able to be held so close to the marshal in his arms again, and he felt so at ease.
The way he buried his head in his arms was like a helpless baby bird soaked by the rain, as if it were trying to escape something. Celtic felt a rare sense of unease.
He understood it as a byproduct of pheromones.
The male insect disliked him, refused to face him, refused to see him, and chose to escape.
Celt suddenly grabbed Hill's cheek with lightning speed, forcing him to tilt his head back and open his eyes.
Hill had only been buried for a short while when he felt the Marshal suddenly move away. The little male insect, feeling a bit strange due to the temperature difference, opened his eyes and was stunned when his chest was pressed against him again.
Yes, it crashed into us...
He was acutely aware that the marshal was using him.
Including his face.
Hill: "......."
Shame made Hill instinctively want to close her eyes; this was going too far!
"Open your eyes—"
Even at this moment, the marshal's voice remained ruthless and cold, with only the last syllable slightly higher, a difference from his voice when speaking on the StarNet.
Hill was completely unable to resist the Marshal's orders, and so he watched the Marshal's chest approach and then move away again and again, until the temperature on his cheeks rose sharply.
He didn't know if it was out of shame or something else, but he really wanted to hug the marshal and tell him to stop; he couldn't take it anymore...
But that wouldn't work, because his hands were still firmly restrained above his head by the marshal.
Hill dared not utter a sound, only murmuring to himself again and again, "Marshal, as long as he's the Marshal, anything is fine."
Furthermore, books on how to pursue your ideal partner clearly state that no woman will like a woman who is too conservative in bed; you need to be bold and more fun to keep your dream woman.
He would try his best to cater to the marshal's preferences, and it was indeed very comfortable, though it did challenge his sense of shame.
"Um……"
Hill's arms ached, and he wanted to hug the marshal instead of being pressed against the wall, but the female insect's arms, with veins bulging and insect patterns taut, were at their peak of control, allowing no resistance whatsoever. Everything about him was being forcefully controlled; the only thing he could move was his lips.
Like a boat adrift on the sea, they could only rely on the marshal's salvation.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the marshal released his hand.
A small puddle had formed on the ground, and Hill felt like he was about to faint.
It took at least three times for the Marshal to regain some of his senses. Hill leaned against the Marshal's chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat and incredibly sexy breaths.
After a while, the marshal suddenly let go of his hand. Hearing an embarrassed voice, he realized that the little male insect could no longer stand and slid down the wall, using his arms to support himself as he slid into the puddle on the ground.
Those cold, silver eyes briefly regained their senses. The marshal glanced at the little male insect, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.
No, the marshal is still unstable. He can't be left with just one insect; he needs to have one by his side...
Hill managed to muster a little strength to stand up and follow. There were a few steps in the bathroom, not very high, but the little male insect had no strength in his legs at the moment. The moment he pushed open the door, he fell and was about to kneel down.
A bronze hand supported him.
My knee hit the door frame and it hurt a lot, but I still went to see the marshal immediately.
How is the marshal?
Celt activated the invisible communicator in his ear with one hand, and supported Hill with his other strong arm. The water in the bathroom had stopped, and the magnetic suction device on the floor began to pull away the remaining water, leaving only hot water in the bathtub.
Is the Marshal communicating with his subordinates? Am I disturbing him by coming at this time? Military communications are generally classified, and the Marshal is always strict and cautious; he would never leak them.
Hill struggled to stand, wondering if he should step back and wait for the Marshal. Celt, lying on his back in the bathtub, used his arm to pull Hill into the tub, and the warm water instantly filled the room.
A large, hot hand pressed against Hill's slightly reddened knee, encircling and gripping it tightly.
"marshal......."
The mist made the little male insect look even more unbelievably beautiful. He propped himself up on the edge of the bathtub with both arms, displaying himself perfectly. Then, unable to bear Celt's uninhibited stare, he lowered his head.
Her eyes were slightly red, whether from the bullying she had just suffered or from her own embarrassment.
"If you still have the energy, then continue."
Hill blinked, the heat that had just subsided on her face rising again. Was it going to happen during the communication?
Internal military communications were quickly established, and Dick's voice remained as calm as ever: "Marshal."
"Has Amos's hiding place been found?"
"The last known trajectory has been locked onto the fourth black star in the Jupiter 1 system, but there are no clues inside the fourth black star, after all, that's their lair," Dick replied businesslike, then paused and asked again.
"Marshal, have the symptoms worsened?"
The marshal is twenty years away from adulthood. After the female reaches sexual maturity, she should find a male within ten years to obtain his pheromones for emotional comfort.
The marshal had been holding out for too long, and this year should have been his limit, so he chose the second prince as his marriage partner.
The Second Prince is a rare S-class male insect in the empire, and he has a chance to break through to become a double S-class king insect. Only a king insect can satisfy the marshal's enormous spiritual power demands and physical needs.
However, the second prince was clearly unhappy with the marriage and requested a one-year postponement of the wedding, citing a genetic disease as the reason.
It was obvious that the marshal's mental state could not sustain him for more than a year.
While a D-level male insect can temporarily satisfy the marshal's needs, its lack of marking and low rank only address the symptoms, not the root cause.
The marshal will soon be returning to the capital to report on his duties, and according to etiquette, he will formally pay a visit to His Highness the Second Prince. Is he really going to go with the scent of his little lover? That's unrealistic.
Moreover, because the first time he possessed a male insect, it stirred up the marshal's deep-seated desire for marking. In order to satisfy his innate beastly and murderous urges, the marshal had no choice but to go to the battlefield to slaughter star beasts.
Although the mental disturbance was eventually calmed down, the person was still injured in the out-of-control state and had to seek out the male insect for pheromones as soon as they returned.
It was exhilarating, but not enough. The lack of a mark was still not enough. Twenty years of pent-up desire surged forth, even triggering his insane and violent lust, making him prone to losing his mind at any moment.
"Prepare the stealth K39 ship."
Dick replied, "We can depart in three days at the earliest. The Fourth Star System is hidden in the interstellar turbulence and is the territory of space pirates. Should we prepare to provide backup?"
"No need." The marshal coldly rejected the idea. With his combat strength, even if the pirates attacked, they wouldn't pose any threat to him.
After instructing the marshal to prepare to hang up the communication, Dick hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Marshal, although Amos claims to have a drug that can replace the male insect marking to suppress mental violence, even the Empire's military power cannot research it. Is it really possible for them to develop it?"
"Hmm..." the little thing made a low sound.
The marshal's cold eyes glanced at the little male insect who was raising his arm to bite it and suppress the sound it was making.
With my left hand outstretched, I pressed down on the fair neck of the beautiful little male insect, forcibly making him release his grip on my wrist, and forcefully inserted my thumb into the little creature's mouth.
For the female soldier, the male insect's bite was not even as bad as the attack of a star beast cub, but for some reason, this little male insect only lightly held his thumb in its mouth and did not bite down an inch.
It must be out of fear of him; his fearsome reputation is widespread among male insects, and all the male insects they have encountered over the years have kept their distance from him.
"Given the Empire's protection of those male insects, any research is unlikely to succeed."
Conversely, while male insects are also important assets among space pirates, they do not hold a high status because they make no contribution. Some captured male insects even become playthings for female insects.
Under these conditions, it may actually force male insects to participate in the research, although the initial medication will inevitably have considerable side effects.
This is his only chance.
Empire, male insect.
The marshal's cold eyes swirled with dark emotions. He would never submit to any male insect, never kneel before a male insect, and never allow a male insect to reign supreme over him.
Just then, whether intentionally or unintentionally, something warm gently brushed against his thumb.
The little thing couldn't resist gently sucking on his knuckle, as if lightly scraping against his cold heart.
It was just a minor scrape.
Author's Note:
The little bug has memorized the bug-chasing manual perfectly and put it into practice, but is it possible that it's teaching female bugs how to woo males? [doge emoji]
Marshal, keep being stubborn, just wait and you'll be slapped in the face. [doge emoji]
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