Chapter 3
Because they were so close, Hill could clearly feel the veins bulging on the back of the Marshal's hand and his slightly rapid breathing.
The marshal liked it—
Hill decided to press on, gently pecking at the scar on the marshal's hand and rubbing his lips against the bulging veins on the back of the marshal's hand.
This scar has been there for a long time, but because it recurs every year, the overgrowth makes it different from other places.
Would they be more sensitive and easier to please?
Hill carefully recalled the results he had obtained from consulting the books, and slowly sucked on the scar, which was the spot on the marshal's thumb.
The physical contact immediately escalated into bodily/fluid contact. The moist saliva contained strong male pheromones, which climbed up from the point of contact like countless elusive, fine threads, attacking the female soldier who was about to enter her arousal period.
Celtic's back tensed uncontrollably, the restraint within him seemed on the verge of bursting, and his breathing became heavy once more.
This is the male insect; even the slightest touch can trigger an overwhelming impulse that forces countless powerful female insects to kneel before it, thus ruining everything.
His cold, gray eyes stared icily at the male insect.
The next moment, he suddenly exerted force with his arm, pulling the male insect, which had been keeping a certain distance, up from the cold alloy floor and pressing it directly onto his leg.
Hill kept a close eye on the Marshal's movements, fearing that he might be expelled if he did something wrong.
He had studied a lot of course materials before coming here. It is said that the first night of being kept is often the most important, and if you fail the test, you will be sent back.
Unexpectedly, the marshal made a sudden move. He almost crashed into the marshal's arms. He subconsciously stretched out a hand to brace himself against the side of the seat, and his forehead was finally pulled back the moment it touched the marshal's chest.
The insect sat firmly on the marshal's lap, then suddenly lifted itself up as if sensing something.
They were terrified of pressing down on the marshal! Besides, since he had already reacted, how could they sit down—
The marshal practically held him in his arms, and he smelled an even stronger scent of gunpowder. The extremely aggressive pheromones enveloped him completely, and his heart was beating abnormally fast.
If we got any closer, the marshal would definitely notice.
Celt coldly stared at the male insect's hands pressed against the sides of the seat. The insect was practically bracing itself against his sides, its knuckles turning pale from the force, and even trembling slightly.
A male insect that betrays itself yet still tries to keep its distance from female insects.
Celtic coldly scrutinized the seemingly panicked male insect and issued commands in an inhuman tone.
"continue."
He felt no pity for those female insects who fawned over him; what he desperately needed was the male insect's pheromones, and the male insect's wishes were not important.
Hmm, the Marshal is ordering me around, controlling me.
Is it the same as giving orders to the soldiers who are trained under the marshal?
No, it's different. At least those subordinates could never get that close to the marshal.
Hill's heart pounded, and for a moment he desperately wanted to throw himself into the Marshal's arms and bury his face in him, but he couldn't.
He took a deep breath and restrained himself as he slowly approached.
The marshal's uniform is a deep blue color, made from a new type of cosmic alloy, with a cold, metallic texture that appears almost black in dark environments.
It was far less soft than the fabric worn by the male insect, and as cold and hard as the entire Marshal insect.
At such close range, the marshal's pectoral muscles appear even larger and more defined than in the video; it's too close.
Hill controlled his wandering thoughts and leaned closer, approaching slowly and devoutly as if on a pilgrimage, before gently pressing a kiss onto the Marshal's chest—on the button.
The obsidian buttons are made of pure stone, with a cold touch and sharp edges, no different from the buttons worn by other generals in the army. Even Hill had collected a complete set of military uniforms and buttons because he admired the marshal.
The only difference is that it is worn on the marshal's chest.
It sat in front of the Marshal's heart, and in his heart, Hill, through the uniform and flesh, gently kissed the Marshal's heart.
Celtic closed his eyes, his bulging pectoral muscles slightly stretching his military uniform, and his taut muscles slowly relaxed.
The abundant male pheromones calmed his highly tense and irritable mental state slightly, and the needle-like pain in his mind began to fade. His limbs, which had been slightly stiff, felt as if they were soaking in a warm ocean.
This is the effect of male pheromones: to soothe the female's mental energy and comfort her body when it is pushed to its limit.
Although his eyes were closed, his mental strength, which was as high as 3S, never relaxed for a moment. Even if the little male insect under him suddenly resisted, he was confident that he could strangle it instantly.
The darkness calmed Celt's mind. The male insect that could release pheromones to soothe him was right beneath him. The pheromones of this little male insect were like a stream thawing in spring and winter, cold with a hint of bergamot freshness. Unlike the cloying pheromones of those inferior male insects, it was indeed very suitable for him.
Close your eyes and enjoy the experience, amplifying your senses to the fullest.
The young male's movements were clumsy but very attentive. From a top-down perspective, one could see his burning red earlobes and cheeks, and the outline of his lowered head was enough to reveal his superior and handsome features.
Carefully and meticulously, starting from the buttons of the military uniform on the chest, one gradually descends to reveal a noble and revered male insect prince.
Celtic, with his eyes closed, couldn't help but reach out his hand.
A hand suddenly pressed down on his bulging veins.
With its deep, imposing gray eyes, it coldly stared at the little male insect beneath it.
"Hmm..."
A mist rose in the little male's eyes, not from pain, but from never having looked so closely into the eyes of the marshal before.
Celt's eyes were cold and imposing as he looked at the handsome little male insect from a remote planet.
Some male insects will control their females in bed and will not allow the females to do anything themselves. This is a clause written in the female ruler's manual and is also a common occurrence in the Star Network and the military.
How dare a male insect bought as a plaything make such a demand of him?
The brief pleasure he had just experienced prevented him from immediately kicking the reckless male insect, breaking its ribs, and throwing it away.
The marshal looked down at him, and Hill's breath hitched at the sight of his sharply defined face. His face almost flushed again. He placed his hand on the marshal's abdomen and could clearly feel the grooves of the marshal's abdominal muscles. Hmm, such firm abs.
The little male insect knelt between his legs, his lips reddened from being rubbed by the alloy. Perhaps he was a little afraid of him, his gaze darting away yet not daring to look away.
Hill raised his hand to show the marshal, his face flushed red, his voice slightly hoarse: "Marshal, my palm is clean."
When the marshal stepped on his hand, he was clenching his fist, so only the back of his hand got dirty; his palm remained clean.
So, may I do it?
Something surged in Celtic's eyes, like a flowing galaxy in the darkness, yet far more violent and insane.
The spiritual power buried deep within his bones erupted in an instant, and the furniture in the entire room let out an unbearable wail. If it weren't for the high-precision sealed metal used in the cabin, it would probably have triggered the warship's alarm at this moment.
His mental energy went berserk.
An unprecedented surge of violent emotion swept over him. He wanted to ruthlessly destroy this noble and fragile male insect, to make it submit to his will, to confine it within his territory for his use, and to allow him to violate it at will.
No, that's far from enough—
Celtic's patience had reached its limit; the male insect wouldn't even touch the clothes, only the buttons.
He grew impatient with the male insect's evasive tricks, abruptly stood up, and slammed the insect against the conference table in front of him.
He thought this and did it, pressing down on the male insect. The male insect didn't have time to struggle, and one hand was still on his body. Because the commotion came too quickly, he had to put one hand on Celt's waist to barely stabilize his body.
It seemed to feel offended and burned, and withdrew its claws.
The male insect tried to let out a muffled groan but immediately stopped, seemingly not having realized that Celt was already very close.
Hill was stunned for a moment. His first reaction was not to run away, but to change his posture, which was not conducive to his performance according to the Zerg training manual! However, he obviously had no choice.
Celtic pressed down on the back of his head, forcing him to follow his own rhythm.
This time it was even more intense; he could even feel it clearly...
Hmm.......
The young male's heart was pounding wildly and erratically. Being held down by the marshal did not make him feel ashamed; instead, it made him even more excited.
Celtic kept a firm grip on the rhythm, intending to enjoy himself, but he soon discovered how incredibly obedient this little male was.
They never resisted, and even yielded when they lost the initiative.
This gave him a certain degree of satisfaction and fulfilled his desire for conquest.
Selt grunted, his innate desire for control making him firmly hold the male insect in his grasp.
For a moment, Hill couldn't open his eyes; all he could feel was a blank in front of him and a blank in his mind.
There was no way to breathe, no air at all, only the Marshal existed in the entire world.
Celt swore, a faint blood-red light appearing at the edges of his gray eyes, yet they were like a deep, unfathomable pool as he calmly and coldly scrutinized the messy little male insects beneath him.
This D-grade male insect actually triggered his arousal period. His pent-up desire, which had not been released for too long, made him lose control. But it wasn't enough. A deeper emptiness came from within, a feeling of soreness and numbness.
This is the disadvantage brought about by the female insect's genes; under the guidance of the male insect's pheromones, she has almost no way to resist.
Fortunately, Celtic did not have any intention of resisting Gu Qianwang.
Will the male insect remain chaste for his future marriage to the royal family? That male insect is probably at some lewd party right now, enjoying the service of dozens of female insects.
He released his grip on the back of the male insect's head.
"stand up."
Hill was momentarily stunned, but he still instinctively obeyed the marshal's order and stood up.
He is tall and well-proportioned, handsome, well-mannered, obedient and clean, and qualified in other aspects as well.
Hill looked at Celt nervously, wondering if the marshal was satisfied with him. Had he not done a good job?
He was on edge, fearing that the marshal would order him out at any moment.
Then he heard the deep, magnetic voice that he had recorded countless times calmly command him.
"continue."
......
Whether it's a male or female insect, it's all the same whether it's used for consumption.
They're both equally enjoyable.
The fact that he was manipulating the noble male insect made Celtic feel even more pleased.
After enjoying himself, Celt slowly opened his eyes. The little male insect kept his eyes closed, and his fists, which had been clenched, unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes.
His neck and cheeks were flushed red with sweat, his blond hair was sticking to his temples with sweat, looking extremely messy, and there were wet marks between his eyebrows, whether from sweat or tears, it was hard to tell.
They are quite well-behaved.
Or rather, they have enough patience.
Even though the arrogant and licentious male insect was treated like this, he resisted the whole time, only grabbing at the hem of his clothes. But wasn't this because he didn't want to get any closer to him?
Celtic placed his strong hand on the back of the little male's head, watching him breathe slowly. After staring at him for a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Continue."
This is only the second time.
That's far from enough.
Celt is suffering from a mental disturbance and is showing signs of limb stiffness. This is why he has no choice but to marry into the royal family immediately. However, the only adult male in the royal family is the second prince, who has requested a year of closed treatment due to a genetic disease.
Of course, the wishes of the male insect prince should be the priority in any marriage alliance.
Whether it's a genuine genetic disease or just an excuse to delay the wedding is anyone's guess.
Celtic's schizophrenia had already begun, and if he waited another year, only death awaited him; he would never live to see that absurd marriage.
The inhibitors had lost their effectiveness on him, and he desperately needed a male insect.
However, he must not be marked before mating, so he can only seek out low-ranking males and provide the necessary pheromones for grooming and soothing.
Celt's rank is 3S. Males below rank S cannot mark him. High-ranking males are strictly protected by their families and associations. This little male is the most suitable candidate selected so far.
A D-grade male insect cannot appease him; the qualitative deficiency can only be compensated for by quantity.
The night is still long; hopefully, this little male insect will be useful enough.
——
Hill raised his eyes and looked up at Marshal Celtic.
The lighting was dim, and from his angle, one could see the marshal's sharp jawline, strong and powerful muscle lines, and the rise and fall of his chest.
Even at such times, the marshal appeared reliable and tough, meticulous as if commanding on the battlefield, maintaining a remarkably stable pace and composure.
She looks incredibly sexy...
Hill couldn't help but grip the marshal's clothes even tighter, otherwise he was afraid he would blurt out the marshal's name.
Marshal is self-disciplined, strong, and has a clean reputation. Moreover, through various meticulous investigations, Marshal should not have had any other male insects!
I am the first male insect of the Marshal!
Hill felt she couldn't bear the thought.
With his heart pounding so hard he could hardly stand it, Hill moved forward quietly with an almost reverent air, inching closer as if he couldn't bear it any longer, until finally his burning cheeks gently pressed against the Marshal's abs.
It's so hot! The Marshal's abs, which are usually so cold and hard, are so hot, so wet, so warm, and so slippery. It feels like my nose is pressed against the Marshal's abs.
The marshal's position is so close, closer than ever before.
His slightly rapid breathing hit Celtic's abdominal muscles, with a strange sense of caution.
—He is a marshal I have always respected and admired.
Author's Note:
At this point, she gets really into it and loses all passion, talking non-stop, as if she wants to write it all down. [starry eyes][starry eyes][starry eyes]
Hill was incredibly cute in the early game, and she remained so later on!! The Marshal was completely unaware of his own love at first sight [starry eyes][starry eyes][starry eyes]
Since it's XP, please recommend similar things to me, and it would be even better if you could recommend Cheche (just kidding).
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