Chapter 12
The next moment, the handcuffs were forcefully torn apart by the female soldier, breaking into several pieces and falling to the ground. Hill's face rested against her bulging, full pectoral muscles.
He was hugged by the marshal!
Hill barely dared to breathe, his body tense. The marshal's imposing body pressed down on him, holding him by the waist to prevent him from falling.
Finally, when the calloused hand rubs against the male insect's waist, it spasms, its body trembles, and its pheromones flow out slowly and laboriously.
The marshal's large, fiery hands rested on the little male insect's back, tracing each of his vertebrae.
The young male insect almost choked up, and, in a daze, rubbed against the marshal's chest.
"Marshal... Marshal... No..."
"Ugh...it hurts...it hurts so much..."
He trembled in waves, the little male insect curled up tightly in the marshal's arms, unable to bear the pain any longer, his forehead pressed against the marshal's chest, almost as if he were pleading with the marshal's cold and hard heart.
"Marshal... nothing works... is it broken...?"
The marshal needs male insects to provide pheromones to suppress him. He has only just arrived at the marshal's side. What if he breaks down?
Then he'll be useless to the marshal. The marshal will find a more useful male, and he'll never be able to stay with the marshal again. The marshal will abandon him...
Not only his body, but his heart was also convulsing with pain. Uncontrollable warm liquid smeared all over the marshal's chest. The little male insect convulsed and rubbed against the marshal's chest, almost wishing he could rub into the heart under his chest and hide there and never come out again.
The marshal's brows furrowed involuntarily. He pressed his palm against the back of the little male insect's neck, forcing the insect, whose eyes were blurred with tears, to look up. The next moment, the marshal, who seemed to be forever high above the empire, lowered his head and kissed the little male insect's lips.
The choked, painful groans abruptly ceased, leaving only the frantic swallowing sounds.
The marshal's tongue forcefully invaded the little male insect's mouth, sweeping away all the gaps inside, holding the tip of his tongue and sucking hard. Hill stared wide-eyed in horror and disbelief, opening his eyes and then closing them again, not even remembering to respond.
He only felt his tongue go numb from being sucked, and his Adam's apple frantically swallowed a large amount of female insect pheromones.
The marshal was kissing him.
At the same time, the marshal's large hands clasped tightly together, rubbing lightly and heavily, pressing and circling with his fingertips, causing pheromones to scatter everywhere.
"Um……"
The young male arched its back, raised its neck high, its eyelashes trembled, and chased after the marshal's tongue as if seeking a kiss.
Just before he was about to suffocate, the marshal withdrew from the little male insect's mouth, his hoarse, deep voice issuing an unyielding command: "She."
The little male insect buried his head in the marshal's arms and trembled for a long, long time before he felt as if he had returned to the human world from endless purgatory.
But when he thought about what he had just said and done, he wanted to be an ostrich and stay curled up in the marshal's arms forever.
The female insect's body temperature is usually higher than that of the male insect. In addition, the female insect's strong muscles can almost completely encircle the male insect in her arms. With her eyes closed, her breath is full of the marshal's pheromones, making the tired insect drowsy.
The medicine had not completely evaporated, and the waves were only slowing down.
Suddenly he heard a loud rumble—no, it wasn't a sound, but rather a tremor like the entire universe itself. An indescribable vibration swept over him, and even from a great distance, Hill felt a chill run down his spine, jolting him awake from his comfortable drowsiness.
"marshal--"
Ignoring his surprise, Celt used his strong arms to lift the little male insect up.
It was only at this moment that Hill realized he was in the control room of a main ship, cold and silver-white, with sophisticated control instruments running at high speed. This must be the marshal's temporary office.
Was the spot where he just lay down on the marshal's desk?
Hill felt the temperature rise again, which had just dropped. He often watched the marshal's speeches and military meetings, and many reports from the capital planet were on this table.
Would a meticulous marshal really put him on his desk? Would the marshal think of him every time he holds a military meeting in the future?
His thoughts wandered endlessly. The insect, as if driven by its own instincts, curled up in the marshal's arms until they approached the ship's cabin wall, where the marshal pinned him against the cold alloy hatch.
Then, under Hill's gaze, the hatch suddenly became transparent.
Hill burrowed into the marshal's arms, his dazed state instantly clearing, his heart racing, and he felt like he was about to be fully cooked.
There are usually escort ships and female guards around the main ship, so it will be seen. He doesn't mind the marshal making their relationship public; in fact, he's quite happy about it, but...
What if they get photographed? After their second advancement, royalty will make public appearances. If it gets leaked then...
And this must have been very damaging to the Marshal, right? The Marshal was naked and entangled with his fiancé and male insect in the core cabin of the main ship's office, and he was even engaged to a male insect.
Hill couldn't let the Marshal face all this alone. No matter what, he should face it together with the Marshal. He mustered his courage and crawled out.
The young male's breathing quickened with fear, but it seemed to be just embarrassment rather than fear. Celt's hand gripped the back of the young male's neck, his rough, hard fingers digging into his soft, wet hair, forcing him to raise his head.
This time, Hill finally understood what the Marshal wanted him to see.
Explosions, explosions everywhere.
The Jupiter 1 system, the fourth black star, is a desolate planet hidden on the edge of the empire's territory. This enormous planet is constantly exploding, its ground sinking and collapsing, and dark clouds appearing in the sky that obscure everything.
Dozens of warships stood ready, their cold cannons aimed at any insects attempting to escape.
Countless explosions lit up the universe, and the planet's doomsday arrived in an instant.
This was Hill's first time facing a full-scale battlefield, even if it was just a clearing operation against a small planet.
He could almost picture the marshal's expression as he sat upright, coldly issuing orders. Usually, he was expressionless, with only the black buttons on his body-hugging uniform highlighting his inorganic, gray eyes.
They make decisions with cold, accurate, and sharp judgment, and they have never made a mistake.
Hill looked at the marshal with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Why did you leave?" The marshal's lips parted and closed, and Hill's only reaction was, "Did the marshal just kiss me like this?"
Are you going to kiss me now?
The drug made him feel drowsy and somewhat confused, but his heart was beating faster because of his recent thoughts. He subconsciously wanted to nod, but he suddenly snapped back to reality when he noticed the marshal's eyes turn cold and stern.
The marshal told me to wait for him in the room, but did he go out to find the marshal?
Was the marshal angry because of this? That's why he didn't remove the blindfold from my eyes immediately. Was the marshal worried that I would encounter some malicious insects if I went out?
The male insect's eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were filled with tiny stars.
"I didn't mean to run away, I wanted to find the Marshal..." The little creature came over to kiss his chin ingratiatingly, its lips as soft as the insect's, obediently tilting its head back to peck at him. "I wasn't disobedient, I was just worried about the Marshal because an insect had gotten in..."
"I'm obedient, very obedient..."
"Marshal, please don't abandon me..."
She kept asking for kisses as she spoke, so obedient it was unbelievable. She was held captive in his arms, as if her body and soul belonged entirely to him, a female insect. Every word she said seemed so real and believable.
A beautiful and exquisite male insect was in love with him wholeheartedly. She was not afraid of danger or being treated coldly for him, disregarded her status, and was even willing to destroy herself for him.
Even in a female insect's best dream, such a scenario would never occur.
What male insects say on the bed is 99% likely to be a lie due to hormones and has no credibility whatsoever.
Celtic's cold eyes remained unmoved, offering no response, as the young male insect, in a dazed and sticky state, kissed him, from the bulging veins on his neck to his sharp jaw and then to the corners of his lips.
So cautiously, without the marshal's permission, even if he really wanted it, he would only kiss the corner of his lips.
But just as the young male was about to collapse from exhaustion, she reached out a strong arm and wrapped it around his waist.
Hill's last conscious thought was of the marshal putting his arm around his waist.
The marshal didn't want him to fall. Did the marshal have a little crush on him?
Even just a little bit?
——
"drop--"
"Marshal, all above-ground and underground buildings have been cleared. The written report to the Imperial Council has been sent to your personal computer; all that's needed is your signature."
After finishing his official report, Dick paused for a moment before speaking: "The inhibitors and core data have been transported to Ticas. All the necessary supplies will be delivered within 25 star hours, and we expect to be able to decipher and replicate them in mass production within two months."
Dick hesitated for a moment: "But the efficacy is currently unknown, Marshal. The higher the grade of the confiscated finished drugs, the greater the corresponding side effects. The highest grade of the current test product is S grade, with a failure rate of 50%. I do not recommend that you use it rashly."
"If it must be used, at least two months of degradation experiments are required."
If the marshal is a 3S-level general, the probability of failure will increase significantly.
"You should know that all officers of general rank and above must return to the capital star to report for duty no later than one month from now." The marshal's voice was different from his usual coldness, tinged with a hint of intriguing hoarseness.
"Arrange it as soon as possible."
Dick knew there was no room for argument; the Marshal's decisions were absolute and no one could change them.
but......
"explain."
Dick paused for a moment: "If the experiment succeeds and the new inhibitor is effective, and you can hold out until your marriage to the Second Prince, what about Lord Hill?"
It's actually very risky for the marshal to secretly find a male favorite, especially given his engagement to the Second Prince.
It is not unreasonable for a male insect to have a marriage contract while also having countless female insects, participating in all sorts of outrageous parties, and even marrying female servants and slaves in advance.
But for female insects, this would be a fatal act of infidelity and a stain. Keeping a male pet to satisfy their desires while under a marriage contract is enough to send any female insect to the Imperial Court of Judgment.
Even if he is the strongest female insect in the empire, the law cannot be changed.
"Do we need to arrange for cleaning in advance?"
A euphemism for cleaning up or destroying.
Celt lowered his deep eyes to look at the little male insect lying in his arms. The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes were long and thick, and beneath his thin eyelids were a pair of wet, emerald green eyes.
She seemed safe in his arms, breathing evenly, her sleeping face serene, burying herself tightly against his chest.
She nestled in the arms of the female warrior, whom countless noble male insects considered terrifying, cruel, and forever unworthy to stand.
Once those beautiful emerald green eyes open, she'll stick to him anytime, anywhere, as if the marshal is the only insect in the whole world.
Yes, to eliminate all potential threats, the moment this male insect stepped onto the warship, his death was already sealed.
Author's Note:
The marshal's mindset is changing little by little. [Please!]
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