Chapter 5
Hill slept very soundly. He had reached the critical period of his second advancement, but he had not yet found a female insect to guide him, which had a certain impact on his body. He often suffered from insomnia and discomfort. But now it was different. He had a marshal.
Remembering that he was to provide the Marshal with the wake-up service, he stubbornly opened his eyes as soon as two stars had passed.
When he opened his eyes, he didn't see a black sofa. Instead, he saw a range of mountains. His bronze skin radiated a comforting warmth, and the female insect's pheromones made him feel exceptionally safe and satisfied.
He was in the marshal's arms!
Hill's eyes, which had been somewhat sleepy, suddenly cleared. He pressed down on one of the marshal's chests and looked at the other pectoral muscles. They were huge, even bigger than they appeared in the video when they were covered by the uniform. Without the tight-fitting uniform, they looked even more unconventional.
To ensure he could breathe, the blanket was only placed up to his chest.
Hill wanted to cover it with his palm, not for any other reason than the thought that the room was a bit cold due to the constant temperature of the air conditioning, and wondered if the Marshal would feel cold.
He then realized that he was concerned about the male insect's physical condition and worried about the female insect. Even if the temperature dropped by another fifty degrees, it would be as easy for the female insect, who could transform into an insect at any time, to walk on flat ground.
There was a strange happiness in the marshal's arms, like a dream. He rubbed his cheek against the marshal's bulging chest muscles, remembering that there were still twenty minutes until the marshal's mealtime. So he closed his eyes, took one last look, and obediently crawled into the quilt.
The marshal was sleeping in a very standard military sleeping posture. Hill moved his nose and took a light sniff. The enclosed space under the blanket made the pheromones even stronger, giving Hill a sense of security.
He lowered his arm—
Celt kept his eyes closed, his keen mental power allowing him to sense the male insect opening its eyes the instant it did. He didn't open his eyes because there were still ten minutes until his wake-up time, and he wanted to see what the little male insect wanted to do.
Until you sense the movement of the male insect.
This service is usually only performed by female insects for male insects, which must be extremely humiliating for the male insects.
However, contact with male insects does indeed bring them physical and mental pleasure.
They felt as relaxed as if they were soaking in a nutrient tank, and even felt their whole body stretch out due to the soothing effect of the male insect's pheromones.
Celtic closed his eyes and enjoyed the bliss of waking up.
The Zerg are a race with an extremely high reproductive rate, and it is easy to arouse their desire, let alone a female warrior like the Marshal who has been suppressed for many years and is a tough soldier on the battlefield.
"Ten minutes." The deep voice, barely suppressing its pleasure, made Hill's ears turn slightly red. The Marshal was awake!
The marshal was very time-conscious and wouldn't allow anything to disrupt his plans; he had to be faster! Even faster!
The hazy sunlight outside the starship cast a faint halo around his handsome face, making him appear somewhat anxious.
The marshal's heart stirred, and he reached out to press his hand against that exceptionally handsome face. Hill opened his eyes, puzzled, and a mist of confusion rose in his clear eyes.
It's pleasing to the eye.
Because of that one glance, Hill finally succeeded in completing the task in the last few dozen seconds.
With less than a minute left before waking up, and no time to do it again, Celtic abandoned the idea of continuing.
It's 5 AM in interstellar time, the time for the Marshal to wake up.
The little creature beside him had actually fallen asleep. The male insects of the Empire were already physically weak and pampered, so for them to be able to do this much already satisfied and even surprised Celt. They must have been too tired.
Celt gently stroked the male insect's bulging cheeks with his large hand. According to the data, it was already an adult, but it still had some of the immaturity of a juvenile insect.
The little male was probably extremely sleepy and didn't wake up. He just opened and closed his lips slightly, as if trying to suck on something.
Celtic's eyes were dark as he stroked the little thing's lips with his fingers and pressed down.
He then stood up to dress and wash up. His movements were not fast but meticulous, and his actions were consistent with the strictness of the female military officer. The new blue-black military uniform was delivered into the room by the robot, enveloping the marshal's near-perfect physique.
He took one last look at the still-sleeping male insect.
"You must leave before midnight."
The military robots dutifully recorded the marshal's orders.
It is 5:30 now, and there are still six and a half stars until midnight.
Hill woke up around 10 a.m. and found the Marshal's broad chest muscles were no longer beside him. He was slightly disappointed, but then he thought it was normal. The Marshal had to handle the military affairs of the entire First Warship and as many as four United Star Systems. The Marshal was working so hard that he certainly didn't have time to rest with him.
I rubbed my forehead and felt a sore throat, a sore knee, and even my palms, which had been rubbed raw, hurt.
Hill buried himself in the blankets, his breath filled with the Marshal's scent, a faint smell of gunpowder, and the strong scent of his pheromones. Because he had just slept here that morning, his mood inexplicably improved. If he could, he would even like to take the blankets back as a souvenir, but that would be too obvious.
He slept for a while longer, then hurriedly put on the clothes prepared by the military robot before midnight, although he actually preferred to wear the marshal's shirt.
This time, it wasn't Lieutenant General Dick who took him away, but another female military officer. Female military officers are usually silent, but they politely took him to a military villa on a warship to activate his various permissions, and then returned his personal computer to him.
The First Army, currently led by the Marshal, is on a combat mission in a distant star system and will be unable to return to the Empire in the short term.
The male insect was too special to hide, so he was given a new identity as a male insect temporarily rescued by the First Army.
Hill thought he would see the Marshal again soon, but he waited for half a month. He went from being full of expectations to being unhappy and sending encrypted messages to ask Bright if he had not served the Marshal well enough and had not satisfied the Marshal. Finally, Bright could not stand him anymore and projected a middle finger at him.
The warship is like a small, floating planet. In wartime, all communications are monitored. Bright's encrypted channel consumes a lot of resources, and he was embarrassed to continue disturbing it. So, he decided to give it a try and opened the warship's internal LAN.
The above provides a brief description of the Marshal's whereabouts during this period. The Marshal has ventured deep into the edge of an undeveloped star system to fight against space pirates, advancing all the way to destroy the Fourth Black Star. Currently, the first batch of rotating female military personnel have returned to the warship.
The marshal returned, but did not come to see him.
Perhaps they're all female soldiers, and they'll find out the answer? Hill nervously registered an account.
An unhappy mandarin orange: I'm asking for advice. After our first time sleeping together, I was ignored for half a month. Is it because I didn't do a good job?
First floor: ? ? Isn't this normal?
Second floor: That's how male insects are. Are you newly married? How many female insects do you have at home? If there are more than ten, it's normal to go more than half a month without being pampered. However, to stabilize your mental state, it's recommended that you take the initiative to seek mates, otherwise it's very dangerous.
7th Floor: Which male lord did you find? Recently, none of the male lords in the warship logistics have registered new females. Did you get tricked/slept with and then abandoned?
18th Floor: I told you long ago not to trust those bastards, a bunch of filthy and despicable creatures. You dare to sleep with them without any promises? They only treat female insects as slaves and sex toys! How could there still be fools who fall for it!
Seeing that the wording was getting increasingly aggressive, Hill hesitated for a moment and replied below: ...Um, actually I'm a male insect.
The local area network was quiet for a brief moment.
Floor 26: @First Military Medical Department. There is a female soldier here experiencing cognitive dissonance. It is reasonably suspected that her mental state has become uncontrollable, leading to mental confusion. Please intervene and administer inhibitors as soon as possible.
The First Army Medical Department is under Major General Gust, and is the Marshal's most loyal subordinate. Although the local area network is completely anonymous, if it really needs to find out where the female soldier is out of control, it can be investigated and located immediately. It cannot be seen by the Marshal!
!
To avoid getting Major General Gustau involved, Hill immediately raised his arm and took a picture of the star timer in the room.
An unhappy tangerine: Image. @First Military Medical Department. I am currently in good condition, conscious, and do not require military intervention!
More importantly, I've already embarrassed myself enough, and I really can't let the marshal see me!
It was a very simple picture. The time and space coordinates were clearly recorded by the star timer to prevent screenshot forgery. What was revealed was a slender arm, clean and fair, with well-manicured nails, distinct and beautiful knuckles, and no worm marks.
In the Zerg race, only male Zerglings do not have insect markings, making it very obvious that this is a slender, young, and beautiful male Zergling.
30th floor: ?
40th floor: ? ? ?
Floor 100: ? ? ? ?
Floor 150: Holy crap, it really is a male?? I saw someone next door saying there were males on the local network and I thought they were just talking nonsense because they were so desperate for males.
Floor 200: Ahem, Your Excellency, if you mind, do you have a female mate at home? Perhaps you also need a female servant? What type of female mate do you prefer?
Floor 201: ? ? ? Does the First Warship really have male insects with such beautiful hands? And the rank upstairs is too low. If you really want to be a male insect, you can consider me. I will soon be able to enter the brigadier general reserve.
Floor 210: As far as I know, of the nine male insects currently in the military supply reserve, three are over one hundred years old, four are over forty years old, and the last two probably weigh twice as much as the male insect in the picture.
300th Floor: No, can you please take a proper look at Lord Male Insect's question? Are you the Lord Male Insect who is currently residing in the Triple Container while waiting to return to the Empire because of the destruction of the star system by space pirates? You actually have a lover on the warship?
Floor 301: Following on from the previous floor, female military personnel are generally quite reserved and quiet. Male, could you please provide me with your contact information? I'll inquire for you. I currently work in the personnel department of a warship. (Attached image: [shoulder insignia and half a face])
Floor 350: !!! The person upstairs is so cunning! In that case, perhaps you'd like my [attached image: half-open neckline] style.
Floor 400: You bunch of idiots who can't resist a male insect. This male insect might just be fishing because he's bored on his journey. And you guys are actually rushing to climb up there. Maybe he got tired of the last one half a month ago and is now looking for a new one. Besides, how could a male insect who's been living a life of pleasure wait for a female insect for half a month?
What do you mean, no? I am one of them. I've been waiting for the Marshal for more than half a month; I've been waiting for many years.
Before Hill could even argue, his personal terminal beeped, forcibly connecting him to the military call before he could answer it.
A projection of Lieutenant General Dick's upper body appeared in the room: "Your Excellency Hill, the Marshal is about to arrive at the starship. Gust is waiting for you downstairs. We hope you can arrive at the ship's central cabin within fifteen minutes."
Lieutenant General Dick's voice was cold, serious, and left no room for refusal, giving Hill a strange sense of unease.
Author's Note:
Reporter: What were you thinking when you were giving your baby Moss Hill's lips?
Marshal: I want to kiss you.
Reporter: You still say it wasn't love at first sight!
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