Chapter 75
"Try pressing it and see if it opens?"
"Please don't be afraid, sir! We're here to rescue you!"
The slapping sounds outside intensified, and Hill was held firmly in place, slapped both inside and out, the thin glass vibrating against the male insect's body.
Hill curled his palms up and pressed them against the glass, forcing one cheek against it as well, his breath warming the glass.
Outside, the face and eyes of a strange female insect were pressed against the glass, anxiously watching him. Even though he knew it was impossible, Hill seemed to see his disheveled appearance in their wide eyes.
He couldn't bear to look into those eyes so close; it made his heart race as if it would leap out of his chest.
"Ugh..." He closed his eyes tightly, telling himself that it would be good if he couldn't see it.
"Your Excellency, male insect! Can you hear me?"
"Please don't be afraid, we're coming to rescue you right away!"
The eyes can be closed, but the ears cannot be blocked.
Those hands were still wildly and frantically pounding on the glass behind the thin barrier, and if the glass shattered, the hands of those strange female insects would just happen to hit him.
Grab his arms, legs, or anywhere else...
They were so worried about him, afraid he'd run into danger, only to find out he was just doing this with Celt in some desolate, ghostly place—
"Mmm..."
Just thinking about it makes it impossible for him to stay calm. What if he gets recognized? Celtic and Hilgard's names are both too famous.
His voice was already choked with sobs, but Celt still didn't stop. His technique was so good that he even used the vibrations outside to accelerate his progress, which made him feel a little excited.
But that won't work.
"The button seems to work, press and hold it—"
Hill's eyes widened in shock, and she lowered her hand to cover Celtic's hand, trying to make him release her, choking back tears, "I don't want it anymore... I don't want it..."
"ah......."
Celt grabbed the male insect's long, slender hand, his well-defined fingers slicing through the back of the insect's hand, firmly controlling both of his hands and forcing him to do it himself.
Hill struggled in vain, his entire body trapped in Celt's embrace, his toes pressed against Celt's military boots, and even his hands, which he tried to resist, were bound together with thin chains, leaving him with absolutely no chance of escape.
The grip was too tight; the chains wrapped around the back of Celt's hand felt like bulging veins, causing a tingling, stinging sensation. The temperature was so high that he almost trembled. He dared not struggle and could only go with Celt's rhythm.
She let him hold her hand, and just as the sticky sweat was about to slip off, Celtic ruthlessly grabbed it back.
"Let go...this is...an order...ah..."
"They're almost here..."
At this moment, reason had completely vanished, and his feigned image of a charming and philandering woman who had been with countless female insects collapsed.
Celtic's breathing was completely erratic. He buried his face in the back of Celtic's neck, kissing with an almost biting force, and coldly refused, "No."
"Your Excellency, immediately! The glass has disappeared—" The female insect outside the window had indeed found the button to control the glass, and after a tremor, the transparent glass slowly and steadily descended.
No...no...
Under Hill's horrified gaze, the glass slowly descended, allowing the cold air from outside, the wandering mountain wind, and the unobstructed sunlight filtering through the branches to pour onto his trembling skin.
He couldn't help but curl his toes, tighten his neck, and bite his lip, but he couldn't bear the unbearable urge to groan.
“They saw you,” Celta whispered in his ear, as she finally tried to tighten her grip on his hand.
Fear, dread, shame, despair, and intense tension combined to bring Hill to an unprecedented state.
He closed his eyes in shame, and clear tears slid down his cheeks, falling onto the early autumn ground, drip-drip-drip...
It's too close; it might even spill onto the bodies of the female insects.
His abdomen began to throb slightly, from being too tense. Celtic pressed down on his waist, pulling him even closer into his arms, kissing the top of his head repeatedly, and comforting him, "Don't be afraid."
"Sweetie, open your eyes and look."
The world fell silent, but Hill was still trembling slightly, his physiological tears flowing uncontrollably. Celtic tasted his tears, kissing his wet, swollen eyelids little by little, swallowing all the bitter tears.
The eyelids are a very private place, at least Hill thought so. The eyelids are so thin, just a piece of tender and thin skin, yet they cover the eyes that can see everything. When the insect kisses this skin, it always gives the insect the illusion of licking its heart, which gradually calms its short breathing.
Logically speaking, there was no surprise or discomposure that should have occurred upon discovering a male insect. There was only the gentle sound of the wind and the ebb and flow of the tide on the lake, as if there really was nothing there.
With Celt's gentle coaxing, Hill slowly opened his eyes. At first, there was a thin layer of mist in front of him, but Celt quickly kissed him to clean away the mist.
The weather was clear and sunny, with warm sunlight shining on him. Across from him, there were only thorny bushes. A small bird was pecking at ripe red fruit. It seemed to notice his gaze and tilted its head to look at him with a puzzled expression.
His clear, bright eyes met his gaze from afar, and a wet patch on the ground spread along his toes.
Hill had no time to feel ashamed.
There were no female insects, not even a single unfamiliar one. Only he and Celt were there; the place was deserted and devoid of insects.
“That was the intelligent projection bug. The vibration of the glass was a pre-programmed vibration system.” Celta stroked his long hair, gathering and brushing away the sticky strands that were clinging to his body.
“How could I let any other insect see you like this?” Celt’s cold eyes stared intently at him, with an almost obsessive possessiveness. “Not even a sound.”
Even the insects that hear your out-of-control voice deserve to die.
For example, Albert.
She was lying to him, so no matter how he ordered her or even cried, she didn't expose him.
Hill gritted his teeth, his eyelashes trembling violently. He suddenly raised his hand, only to find that he couldn't hit Celtic in the face.
Because his wrists were still bound together by chains and he was not free, and because his arms were still trembling, he lacked even the strength to lift them.
Celtic grasped Hill's somewhat thin wrist; his hand was wider and stronger. Even if Hill's hand wasn't bound, he couldn't slap a 3S female insect's face.
Celtic grasped his hand, brought it closer to his face inch by inch, and then slapped it across his own face.
This was a merciless slap, leaving subtle marks on Celt's face, and Hill's palms felt slightly numb.
Hill's azure eyes widened suddenly, seemingly not expecting Celt to do this. He gritted his teeth and feigned fierceness: "You think this is the end of it? Untie me."
Celt did as he was told to untie the chains on Hill's wrists, but Hill was too weak to move and was about to slide to the ground if he left Celt. He had no choice but to lean on Celt and wait for him to untie the chains on his wrists one by one.
As for the chains on his body and legs, they had already been brutally torn off by Celt in the chaos.
His movements were meticulous and earnest. Even when the chains clattered to the ground, he did not let go of Hill's hand. Instead, he cupped Hill's hand in his palm and rubbed it gently.
Does it hurt?
He took Hill's hand and slapped his own face, then asked him if his hand hurt.
Hill's eyelashes fluttered, and she couldn't help but look at Celt. The female insect was focused, natural, and unsmiling, as if she were dealing with a confidential document or a difficult war, rather than trying to please a male insect.
Hill pursed his lips and remained silent.
For the sake of power, Celtic was indeed flexible and capable of doing anything that he had previously thought Celtic couldn't do.
That's Celtic for you—he'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Hill's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"So what if it hurts?"
“Next time you can give me the order, and I’ll carry it out myself,” Celtic offered as a solution.
Would that make you feel better? You're slapping a female insect, a species that a knife might not even leave a mark on, so you're not expecting to hurt her. You're just hoping to feel better.
Hill coldly withdrew his hand.
After that incident, Hill always avoided Celt, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Whether it was because he was too ashamed or for some other reason, he was reluctant to talk to Celt anymore.
Celtic stood on the second floor looking down at the male insect curled up in the middle of the sofa playing games. He often wondered why he had thought Hill was so scheming when he was so innocent and guileless.
Hill's only response to the female insects who angered him was to ignore them. He didn't know that many male insects would beat a female insect without any reason, simply because they were in a bad mood.
He grew up in a glass house and was never disciplined by the rules of the Zerg society, which is why he is so lonely.
Celt approached step by step, not disturbing Hill, but simply serving him drinks and fruit. He didn't speak, just stood silently to the side.
Hill didn't chase him away; he simply chose to ignore him.
Celt discovered that even when he was throwing a tantrum, he wanted the female insect's gaze to stay on him at all times; if she looked away, it would only make Hill angrier.
Watching Hill play games from early morning until noon, I noticed that he wasn't very good at it. By noon, I could hear a frustrated voice coming from the other end of the line.
"Hill, what are you doing?! Why are you doing this again! Go play by yourself!"
It was Nathaniel's voice.
Nathaniel had limited patience; he would usually fly into a rage if anyone tricked him. He was only able to tolerate it for a morning because it was Hill.
The voice on the other end stopped abruptly; Nathaniel had quit halfway through the game and left.
The female insects accompanying him were all female insects and suitors of Nathaniel. For a moment, he didn't know whether to accompany Prince Hildegard to finish this game or to coax his own lord.
The game character representing Hessen went dark first, followed by the other characters one after another.
Only Hill's character remained alone in place. The young male insect looked somewhat embarrassed and aggrieved, his lips lowered and tightly clenched.
"Let me try." A large hand reached out and took the game console from his hand.
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