Chapter 48
The arrival of the starry season in Acheron also signifies the arrival of winter, with the weather rapidly turning cold; by 9 p.m., the outdoors is already cold enough to freeze.
"Your Highness, there are stars every night, and you might catch a cold if you go out in the wind."
Hill gazed at the starry sky and nodded slightly in agreement.
Albert bent down, and Hill noticed his movement and lowered his eyes. The blonde female insect took some kind of star beast velvet sock and put it on his feet.
Hill's eyes narrowed slightly, but the curve of his lips remained unchanged.
"It's too cold this time of year. The ground near the suspended river is so cold it chills even insects. Shall I help you upstairs?"
Hill leaned against the doorframe, his long silver hair flowing with a cold, white starlight. He smiled slightly and said, "Of course."
Hill stood on one leg, with the other foot resting on Albert's knee, seemingly waiting for something. Albert's heart stirred slightly, and he couldn't help but lean down and kiss the instep of her other bare foot.
Hill was ice-cold all over, his skin was pale, and he was extremely timid. As soon as he touched the female insect's warm body temperature, he involuntarily curled up, his hands involuntarily gripping the door frame. His breathing became slightly rapid, and he wanted to pull back, but the female insect's hands grabbed him again.
“Your Highness, you’re not dressed yet.” Albert’s voice was mischievous and helpless. He quickly helped Hill put on warm socks and then helped Hill upstairs.
The male insect was already very receptive to him. From kissing his palm at the beginning to kissing his body, this was a big step forward. He had a feeling that he would soon be able to get Hilgard.
"Then I won't disturb Your Highness tonight. Good night, sweet dreams."
Albert turned off the light and said goodnight softly by the door.
The female insect's footsteps faded into the distance, and the room fell into a cold, silent darkness.
One second, two seconds, three seconds—
As Hill calculated the time and the female insect's movements, the lights suddenly turned on at the third second.
It wasn't the kind of light that suddenly turns on, but a soft lamp just enough to illuminate the headboard. Hill opened his eyes, and the shadow cast by the lamp enveloped his headboard.
Lai Chong walked step by step to Hill's bedside, the sound of his military boots tapping on the ground unusually gentle. Finally, a warm hand reached out to touch Hill's eyebrows and eyes: "You're afraid of the dark."
A confident tone.
Hill struggled to sit up, leaning against the bed, and turned her head to avoid his touch. Her azure eyes held neither mockery nor hatred, only a desolate indifference: "Marshal, you only find out now?"
"That's really too late."
The hand that hadn't touched Hill suddenly froze, and Celtic realized what he was talking about.
You didn't realize it when I begged you not to leave me there, you didn't realize it when I huddled in your arms in fear beside you, and by the time you realized it, I had already survived the most difficult period all by myself.
You came so late, so late that he had already given up hope and given up on you.
Celtic's hands clenched into fists, the sound of his bones contracting almost audible. For a moment, it felt as if he were squeezing his own heart. His breathing was heavy, yet he had to restrain himself and breathe softly.
"Is there anything Your Highness desires?" he asked in a low voice, which was unusually hoarse.
His tone was so solemn, as if he would do anything for Hill, even the most dangerous things, yet his sincerity was so clumsy.
Hill finally turned her head and looked at him, seemingly pondering for a long time before looking up at him: "But what do you have to give me in return? Only my future queen can give me what I want."
Seemingly feeling that the future queen was uncertain, he added, "Albert will give it to me."
These words successfully touched Celtic's heart; his expression visibly darkened, like the sky before a storm.
Celtic's eyes were dark, as if something was about to erupt, but it was being suppressed. The next moment, he turned around but did not leave. Instead, he closed the balcony window for him.
A strong wind was blowing outside the window, making Celtic's voice hoarse and low: "It's going to rain heavily. I will stay with you until the rain stops."
The door closed again, and Hill leaned against the headboard, staring coldly at the door. He knew that Celt was guarding outside.
The wind howled outside the window, and Hill slowly closed his eyes.
He once truly believed that Celt would shelter him from the storm, but this blind faith nearly ruined his life.
No insect can be relied upon; he can only rely on himself.
His hands clenched tighter and tighter under the covers; he was determined to achieve his goal step by step.
In the stillness of the night, Celtic stood outside the door. He rarely smoked, his strong back pressed against the door as he closed his eyes to rest, not intending to spend his time dealing with official business.
Thanks to the female insect's superior hearing, he could hear the male insect's even breathing in the room. Hill was already asleep, and even though it was just through a door, it gave him a long-lost sense of peace.
This sense of security had not returned since the crash of Planet Tica six months ago. He did not dream, but the 3S female insect possessed an almost rigorous memory, able to remember everything at a glance and imprint it deep into his memory.
He would repeatedly recall the last second before the aircraft exploded: Hill's pale, desperate face, his trembling body as he stood up, and his thin hand pressing the self-destruct button.
Fifteen days later, claustrophobia reached its second stage. His fingernails had grown quite long from not being trimmed for a long time, and his hand seemed to lose strength when he pressed down. The world fell into a brief silence.
A profound silence followed by an overwhelming explosion.
Even if Cyrus had rescued him beforehand, was Hill injured by the blast waves from such a violent explosion?
His hand trembled slightly. The hand that controlled the mecha never trembled. He felt a stinging pain and thought it was the cigarette burning out. But when he opened his eyes, he found there was no cigarette in his hand.
He wouldn't and shouldn't burn such a thing outside Hill's room. The darkness stretched the female insect's shadow long. He opened the door and slowly approached Hill.
His health was poor, and he had an embarrassing condition that needed relief. Inhaled sleeping pills put Hill into a deeper sleep.
Before Hill, he didn't think he would do this for male insects willingly. This doesn't mean he was arrogant or rejected male insects. He would do it if ordered by a male insect for the sake of pheromones, but it would never be voluntary.
But when the sleeping male insect makes a soft, comfortable sound because of his movements, he feels it's all worthwhile.
“Hill”.
During the brief moments he falls asleep, he will again have the illusion that Hill still belongs to him.
Celtic's sharply defined hand caressed Hill's brow, his dark eyes lowered, and he uttered his name, word by word: "Hilgard..."
No matter who he is or what his status is, he will always have him again.
As dawn broke, Celtic left the room, and Hill opened his eyes and coldly looked out the window.
Excessive intimacy makes pheromones difficult to remove; they are undetectable from a distance, yet impossible to conceal when close.
Especially when female pheromones are repulsive, one male having multiple females is an instinctive choice for biological evolution, but the female still has a strong possessive desire for the male.
A torrential downpour struck Akeron in winter, forcing the insects, who had planned to go for a walk, to hastily retreat indoors, their soaked clothes needing to be cleaned.
After helping Hill into the bedroom, Albert suddenly spoke up: "Your Highness, if I may be so bold, I have smelled female insect pheromones on you."
The bedroom was dark, shrouded in a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere, while the thunder and lightning outside intensified this anxiety.
Hill paused slightly, but did not raise his head.
Albert boldly approached the male insect sitting on the edge of the bed. Their breaths mingled, and the faint pheromones of the female insect wafted over, subtly stirring their emotions.
"If Your Highness needs a female insect, why can't it be me?"
Albert's voice, already hoarse from the full stimulation of his pheromones, drew close to Hill's nose, almost touching it: "It's understandable for a female ruler to serve a male ruler before marriage, isn't it?"
In fact, the Zerg are a race that is completely subservient to Gu Qianwang. Many male and female Zerg will spend time in bed together after meeting, and will only form a marriage after feeling good about each other.
High-ranking Zerg are cautious about marriage because it usually involves enormous wealth and power, but they indulge in physical pleasures.
Albert could completely understand Hilgard enjoying other females, but he also wished that female would be himself.
The male insect was not used to such a close distance; its eyelashes trembled violently. It braced itself on the soft mattress, leaned back, and parted its lips slightly: "Your Excellency, do you like me?"
His voice was low, and his breath carried the scent of Sophie Rosa, with a subtle hint of bergamot, making the female insects irresistibly drawn to this fragrance.
“Yes,” Albert readily admitted, his breathing quickening, “I like Your Highness very much.”
He paused, his throat bobbing, and confessed sincerely, "To be precise, I love Your Highness."
The male insect seemed moved by him, uttering a muffled sound that was almost an agreement, and leaned back slightly, revealing its fair and slender neck, as perfect as a work of art.
"Is it true?" The little male insect seemed a bit skeptical, and asked again hesitantly.
“Yes, I love you,” Albert repeated.
He kissed Hill's eyebrows and eyes, kissing along her beautiful eyes, then the tip of her upturned nose. Some physiological tears welled up in Hill's eyes, but they were swallowed up by the kisses.
Just as Albert was about to kiss her lips, Hill turned her head slightly to avoid the kiss.
Albert didn't dwell on the slight difference, and continued kissing Hill's neck.
The neck was Hill's sensitive area; even the slightest touch made the male insect tremble uncontrollably. Hill's hands gripped the bed, slowly tightening, and hot breath escaped from his lips.
Warm hands tried to untie Hill's robes, wrinkling the soft white garments, but Hill silently resisted.
Albert remained a gentleman, not stepping forward after Hill pushed him away slightly, but waiting for the male insect's response.
The male insect leaned against the bed, his azure eyes veiled with a thin layer of mist, his long hair cascading down like a waterfall, and his voice seemed to carry a moist, hoarse quality: "Your Excellency, are you really sure?"
“Yes,” Albert answered for the third time, and at the same time, he no longer fussed over his robes, but knelt down and kissed Hill’s knees: “Your Highness, may I serve you?”
The male insect's beautiful eyes gleamed with tiny sparkles, as if it were investigating. After a while, a smile slowly appeared on its face.
"OK."
A thunderbolt struck outside the window, followed by a torrential downpour.
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