Chapter 27
Ticas is a mineral planet, rich in mineral resources. Because it is rich in amethyst, the entire planet looks like a beautiful amethyst from the outside.
Because of its abundant mineral resources, it is frequently attacked by star beasts, making it unsuitable for the Zerg to live on. Although the entire planet is within the Empire's territory, it has always been firmly controlled by the military.
The marshal established a secret research base here, a vast underground facility, turning it into a fortress for spies.
This was different from the sharp and upright marshal in his StarNet speech. He had his own ambitions, but this did not disillusion Hill; on the contrary, it made him even more excited.
The marshal bringing him to his private territory was also a form of love and acceptance.
"Do you think the Marshal remembers?" The blond male insect perched on the railing, the transparent glass walls revealing a multitude of stars, and distant amethyst-like planets that looked like a dream.
“I don’t think so,” Bright said indifferently. “Hill, I find the composition of this fleet very strange…”
"Didn't the Marshal remember that he also wants to be with me?" The little male insect cupped his face in his hands, his eyes sparkling, and didn't forget to retort to his friend: "The Marshal and I are here to mark our positions, of course we don't need so many insects watching."
That would be so embarrassing!
Bright: "..."
I really want to contact the Imperial Research Institute to ask how to cure "love-struck" syndrome? Is there really any cure left?
The little male insect glanced at the time, stood up, and coughed shyly in a low voice: "Bright, do you think this new outfit looks good?"
He wore a meticulously tailored, elaborate blue tuxedo today, adorned with various exquisite gemstones to complement the precious Eternal Fall earring.
The gorgeous clothes further accentuated the exquisite and handsome appearance of the little male insect, making him as noble as the Little Prince described by StarNet.
Oh no, he really is a prince, a little moth prince who only flies into the flame for love, which is worthy of the hidden genes of the insect king.
Bright silently grumbled to himself, offering a fair assessment: "Very beautiful, Your Highness Hill, but isn't it a bit too expensive?"
This doesn't look like a down-on-his-luck male selling himself! The cufflink on your sleeve is enough for a poor worm to eat for a year, okay?
"As long as it looks good, that's fine. I read on the StarNet that female insects like to remove the male insects' ornaments and clothing one by one, like unwrapping a beautiful gift. I wonder if the Marshal will like it?"
"Expensive? Yes." Hill lowered his head slightly shyly. "Tonight I will reveal my identity to the Marshal. The marking night should be grand, to give the Marshal the best experience."
"I've also planned how to spend the remaining fifteen days. The first day will be in the underground building, the second day in the forest and lake, and of course, it would be best to return to Nuka Star. The third day, hopefully..."
Hill suddenly stopped talking, his strong desire to share almost causing him to blurt out his surprise.
Bright remained silent. In terms of being love-struck, Hill, you really win.
Even honeymoons are arranged by the female insect for the male, right? When did it become the esteemed male insect's turn to arrange these things?
"drop--"
"Ah, the Marshal has arrived." A bright smile burst from the little male insect's face. He shut down his personal computer at lightning speed, took one last look at his belongings, and then walked towards the end of the passage.
For some reason, Bright felt uneasy. After a moment's thought, he dialed a communication number: "Is this Prince Sirius?"
Marshal was extremely busy with military affairs, so it was very difficult for him to set aside half a month. Hill boarded the spaceship first and headed to the planet Diticas, and the Marshal would come later by spacecraft.
Hill was waiting at the gangway early in the morning. The wind above Ticas made his golden hair float slightly, making him look proud and beautiful.
As the aircraft approached the spaceship, it opened, and the marshal flew in with his jet-black bone wings spread wide. He was strong and powerful, and amidst the purple nebula, he was as powerful as a god from ancient legends.
Hill couldn't help but take a step forward.
Male insects have no wings, and they will truly die if they fall into the void.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around Hill's waist; the muscles were firm and the chest was broad.
Hill took the opportunity to put her arm around the marshal's neck, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Marshal, good day."
His voice was sweet and soft as he gently breathed on the edge of the female insect's wing, which was colder and harder than the mecha. Selt lowered his eyes and asked in a low, deep voice, "Why are you waiting here?"
It is extremely dangerous for male insects to approach windy areas. Not to mention falling off, even a strong wind could cause them to get sick.
"Because I want to see the Marshal sooner," the male insect whispered coquettishly, as if he had mustered up a lot of courage.
Hill buried himself in the Marshal's arms and took a deep sniff. It had only been a few days since they parted, but he seemed unable to resist any longer. It must be the influence of pheromones, right? His second advancement was truly, truly imminent.
"Marshal, I want to give you a surprise. May you close your eyes?" The little male insect stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on the female insect's cheek.
Shelter didn't say anything more and closed his eyes as instructed.
The Marshal, such a wary insect, would close his eyes because of one sentence. Seele felt like a butterfly that had fallen into a honey pot, and no matter how she struggled, she only sank deeper and deeper.
He led the marshal by the insect's paw through a quiet passage, a long resting area, until they arrived at a vast and empty space.
Because of his height, Hill deliberately left a step for him. He went up first and then gently lowered his head to kiss the Marshal's straight lips.
"You can open your eyes now, Marshal."
Those gray eyes opened, taking in the carefully arranged surroundings.
Layer upon layer of flowers with wavy edges bloom passionately and fragrantly, their colors fresh and tender, and they are quite valuable. Together they form a kingdom of flowers, and the floating fragrance has a unique aroma of rose mixed with citrus, refreshing and delightful, making insects feel as if they are in a dream.
There seemed to be a faint trace of male insect pheromones mixed in.
"These are the flowers my female father used when she proposed to my male father," Hill whispered, subtly hinting.
His male father is the Kent White Morpho butterfly, also known as the Moon Goddess butterfly. Its pheromones are similar to those of the Sophie Rosa butterfly, with characteristics of a blend of rose and citrus.
Back then, his female father arranged the entire capital city of Sophie Rosa to win over his male father. This proposal is still circulating on the StarNet and is talked about by many insects.
Hill's older brothers' genes and pheromones were more like their genetically stronger female father, while Hill was more like his male father in many ways.
His pheromones when he was a teenager were more like bergamot, a citrus fruit, fresh but not sweet enough. Perhaps his pheromones will be mixed with some floral scents when he is an adult.
He hoped to let the marshal smell his pheromones in advance, and also hoped to use the love between the female and male to hint to the marshal that no insect in the empire was unaware of the story of Empress Sophie Rosa's marriage proposal. This was a very obvious hint.
This also hints that I'm going to propose to the Marshal next.
Male insects are usually less passionate and daring than females, and Hill, who had done many outrageous things, was unusually apprehensive at this moment.
"Marshal, I want to have you here, is that alright?"
I have prepared a ring and my sincere heart, hoping to be with you for a long time. So, is that alright?
Selt raised his hand and stroked the little male insect's cheek. The delicate blue veins were fragile. Perhaps the female insect was too strong, because she was already panting and gently rubbing against the little thing just by touching it.
What a sensitive little male insect! His clear eyes, like lake water, reveal no scheming, only pure love.
But he should have known that not a single male insect in the empire dared to approach him.
“You can name your request now,” Selt finally said. “I will fulfill all your requests.”
This is your last chance.
The little male insect, suppressing his shyness, placed the female insect's claws on the bow tie on his chest and smiled upwards: "I only want you, Marshal."
This is a wish I've had since I was thirteen, and it's also your wish, isn't it?
I have granted your wish, Marshal.
Celt's eyes grew even colder, a ruthless coldness born of the abandonment of emotion before battle. The innocent little male insect, however, was still excited by this gaze, completely unaware of the impending danger.
In an instant, Celt's hand transformed into a cold insect claw, pressing against Hill's vulnerable neck. The little male insect, however, showed no fear, even leaning forward slightly, as if sensing Celt's warmth.
The most important gift he prepared was himself.
The insect-like claws were sharper than the Empire's most advanced weapons; with a single tear, the elaborate and beautiful dress shattered into millions of pieces.
The beautiful gift has been opened.
The proud and handsome insect perfectly suited his taste, like a male insect bestowed upon him by the insect god, and fell into his arms.
Their pheromones were so compatible that no other insect in the world could ever touch his cold, hard heart.
On the night he won the bid for Eternal Demise, the auctioneer eagerly explained the expensive treasure to him.
"Any male insect would love it—"
Selt knew perfectly well that the insect in the auction house was meant for Sirius, but in that instant, he couldn't help but think of this ordinary male insect named Hill.
Sirius was of noble birth and would acquire countless expensive treasures throughout his life; he would not lack this one. But for the commoner Hill, this might be the only time he had the opportunity to receive such an expensive gift.
The moment the idea came to him, Celtic knew he wanted to give this gift to the male insect named Hill.
He repeatedly caressed the treasure late at night, and finally followed his own wishes, risking Sirius's displeasure to keep it.
He simply felt that the treasure suited the male insect perfectly.
Even though Hill has a pair of emerald green eyes that don't seem to match this treasure.
It wasn't until he saw the surveillance footage of the core area of the underground city's restoration that he realized the male insect, now free of its disguise, truly possessed a pair of azure eyes.
That wasn't his imagination, but a real event that had occurred in the Ticas Star Research Institute area. The male insect had torn off its disguise when he lost his mind.
What beautiful eyes! Beneath those clear pupils lay endless betrayal. He was just one step away from falling into this trap strewn with flowers, from which he would be doomed forever.
Everything accumulated over years of fighting will be lost.
Male insects are indeed the most difficult thing to resist in this world.
It's not just about pheromones; it's about psychological, physiological, and even spiritual desires.
Selt closed his eyes, unable to deny the fact that he had fallen into this trap; at least for a moment, he had believed in those eyes that could express his love.
The young male insect lay supine in the sea of flowers in Sorofisa, the delicate flower branches crushed and crumpled, reluctant to cling to his golden hair, trembling with the rhythm of the female insect.
A half-insect claw gripped the male insect's neck tightly. The male insect, already lost in passion, had forgotten the danger and thought it was just the female insect's possessiveness during mating.
The marshal's possessiveness stems from his affection for me.
His hand rested gently on the powerful female insect's shoulder, like a flower branch about to fall.
"Marshal, I love you..." the male insect murmured, its moist lips parted as if in a dream.
"I am......."
I am Hilgard, Marshal. I am a little male insect from Nuka five years ago. I love you. Please mate with me, okay?
The words of confession stuck in my throat; it was because my emotions were so deep that I couldn't utter a sound.
Upon hearing the word "love," the female insect suddenly opened her eyes, her sharp, grayish-white pupils contorting into vertical lines, a powerful killing intent erupting from her. Her sharp claws tightened abruptly, choking off the male insect's remaining words.
His strong body was taut, Selt's breathing was heavy, his neck was tilted back, and sweat dripped down his muscular chest.
At the moment Hill confessed his love, he reached climax by saying "I love you".
“I will keep you after I marry Sirius.”
The cold voice brought this months-long farce to a close.
The empty hall was filled with heavy breathing, which pulled Hill back from his near-death experience.
For a moment, he thought there was something wrong with his ears.
"What?"
The beautiful, clear lake water shattered, and he incredulously grabbed the insect's claw still clutching his neck, pitifully pleading for it to stay.
Celtic withdrew his gaze, trying to pull away from him as if he were an object to be discarded after use, rather than his beloved male insect.
"——"
The intense bergamot pheromones exploded out, this time no longer the faint, unripe scent, but carrying a strong, mature floral fragrance, like a sudden storm sweeping across the entire warship.
Any adult female insect will become lost in this strong and fragrant pheromone, causing its pheromone level to rise, triggering its insect transformation, and leading to cannibalism among female insects. Ultimately, the strongest female insect will emerge to win the right to mate.
Hill's second advancement began under intense stimulation.
Author's Note:
The marshal wanted to take both brothers in at once—how wicked! He'll be in his crematorium soon! [cat emoji]
Sorry, I still haven't given up. I'll definitely [burst into tears] in the next chapter.
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