Chapter 16
The dark underground structure was illuminated by a single light because of the arrival of this male insect.
The raw yet intense pheromones spread out, undoubtedly the only lighthouse on the vast ocean for the frenzied female insect.
It is so bright and clear, hidden in the misty sea fog, yet it is longed for by those in the darkness.
"Splash—"
That was the sound of chains snapping. Silver chains, as thick as an adult female soldier's arm, bound the monster underground. The cold, silvery-white chains carried the austere chill of modern technology, while the monster itself represented primal, frenzied power.
The enormous, jet-black bone wings stretched for three meters when fully extended, the joints of the bones exuding a cold, mechanical feel. The military uniform was already torn, and every muscle line of the insect-like body seemed to be sculpted by the most precise instrument, with bulging veins resembling the wiring of a mecha.
In the darkness, worm-like patterns shimmered on the back of the neck, the front of the breasts, and even the thighs.
It is ferocious and terrifying, yet fluid and powerful.
His once cold, gray eyes were now replaced by crimson, devoid of any reason, like a wild beast lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce and tear his enemy into a bloody mist at any moment.
Seemingly sensing the scent of the male insect, the irrational monster began to roar and rage, causing the alloy chains to creak and groan terrifyingly, as if they would snap at any moment.
Hill looked at the marshal who had been completely transformed by insects, and his nose stung with tears. This was the second time he had seen a marshal transformed by insects; the last time was five years ago.
He walked down the metal stairs step by step, his slender fingers tapping rapidly along his neck, quickly tearing off a piece of white adhesive that resembled skin.
In the enclosed space, the faint pheromones of the male insect began to rise exponentially, initially only surrounding the male insect within half a meter of its body, but then expanding wildly until they filled every inch of the underground space.
Behind the male insect, a translucent, deep blue tail hook, as if created by heaven, descended and then rose up, seemingly ready to pounce.
"Warning! Warning! Pheromones concentration too high! Pheromones concentration too high!"
"drop--"
The detection device overloaded and emitted a long, silent beep.
"How could the pheromones still be rising? What did that male insect do? Should we try to enter now?" The female researcher tried to start the machine again and again, but failed each time.
"Are we going in now only to be torn to shreds by the Marshal?" The gray fog expanded again, and Dick gave the order, "Withdraw and observe."
Perhaps the male insect could actually appease the marshal, since there was no other way.
Inside the underground structure, the slightly unripe bergamot pheromones emerged from the smoke of battle and quickly grew into towering trees, their branches and leaves stimulating the fragile nerves of the female insects.
Its hoarse growl was completely bestial, sending chills down one's spine.
The handsome male insect fearlessly stepped forward, while the female insect, which had undergone a transformation, was taller and stronger. The male insect, which had not yet undergone a second transformation, had to tilt its head slightly to reach the jaws of this terrifying monster.
The pale, slender arms, like plant vines, encircled the female insect, who was as cold as a mecha. The young male insect's slightly pale lips gently pressed against the female's prominent Adam's apple.
Eight chains were used to fasten the marshal's limbs, hands and feet, two bony wings, and one chain to his well-defined abdominal muscles. The last chain was fastened to the female insect's bulging neck.
The male insect's kiss is like rain falling on the sea, yet it stirs up towering waves on the calm surface.
The chains binding the female insect were stretched to their limit, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain. The female insect seemed to want to close her arms and tear the male insect to pieces.
A gentle, wet peck gradually climbed up from the Adam's apple, finally reaching the corner of the monster's open, roaring lips, and gently probed inside.
The male insect's breathing gradually became rapid, and its normally bright green eyes slowly faded, gradually revealing a deep and clear blue.
At the same time, the eerie blue tail hook coiled around the cold, insect-like body and gradually moved downwards...
"Marshal, why wasn't it me? Did I do a bad job?"
Why did it choose the male sage insect instead of itself when it lost control? It was clearly the insect closest to the marshal. Was it because it hadn't tried hard enough to satisfy the marshal?
Or was it because she hinted at her own feelings that the marshal rejected her?
The irrational monster instinctively chased after the scent that drove it mad, more like a ravenous appetite than a desire for food, relentlessly pursuing and devouring the scent of the male insect, allowing no possibility of escape.
His tongue had been sticking out for too long, and the base of his tongue began to go numb. He couldn't control drooling. The handsome young male insect closed his eyes, gently pulled his arms together, and nestled himself into the cold, terrifying monster's embrace.
"I'm also a Grade A male, and I'll do even better than him..."
We will do better, even better...
In the future, it can become an S-class male insect, a male insect that belongs only to the Marshal.
Is it alright if I'm okay? Marshal, just me, no other insects, just me...
His kisses were devout and tender, his eyes closed so he couldn't know that the female insect's pupils were fully erect, but even if he did know, he would probably just let it be.
"Bang--"
The chains, stretched to their limit, were forcibly torn apart and shattered with a deafening roar. The irrational monster pinned the male insect beneath it, while the female insect's black, bony wings closed, completely enveloping the moon-like male insect.
......
Darkness, endless darkness, interspersed with the empty breaths of those who have lost their way.
Hill's hair was completely soaked, and sweat clung to his eyes. In the dim light, he could see the insect-like claws pressing hard into his breasts, gripping and scratching so hard that a groove was squeezed out from between his fingers.
The marshal was so strong that he moved as if deformed, leaving deep red finger marks on his chest muscles, as if they would cut open a deep wound at any moment.
"......"
Warmth settled on the young male insect's chest and neck, even splashing onto his eyelashes, where it lingered.
A faint, fishy smell filled the air. Hill stared blankly as the almost transparent water trickled down the marshal's muscular physique with each movement, slowly dripping onto his defined, hard abs, and then gradually disappearing...
At that moment, a glimmer of clarity and reason seemed to flash in the female insect's scarlet pupils, which had been freed. Suddenly, she wrapped a chain around her bronze palm through the torn clothing.
Hill turned his head to look and saw a thin black chain, usually inlaid on the chest of a military uniform, representing honor and status. At this moment, it had been taken apart and wrapped around the tiger's mouth of the insect's claw, with a thumb-sized obsidian at the top.
Hill's azure eyes trembled slightly as she watched incredulously as the marshal wrapped the black chain around her neck, layer upon layer—
Press and hold the small, round ball at the lock's connection point, which resembles a snap button, and push it in.
"Hmm—"
He couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
It wasn't because of herself, but because she felt sorry for the marshal.
Even in such an out-of-control and alienated situation, the marshal still maintained extreme cold-blooded rationality.
Before the engagement, the marshal cannot be marked by any male insect, otherwise everything the marshal has fought for over the years will be destroyed, and even if he loses control, he will not be able to relax for a moment.
This had exhausted the female insect's brief sanity, and he reverted to his beast form and covered her again.
Hill scratched at the ground, his mouth uncontrollably calling out, "Marshal... um... Marshal..."
It seemed that shouting made him feel a little better, even though his pain was caused by the worm in his mouth.
Hill forced tears to well up in his eyes.
"Hmm..."
Unable to bear this indescribable torment, Hill arched his body and embraced the marshal's wet and sweaty body.
However, just by wrapping his arm around the marshal's left arm, he saw the marshal's brows furrow suddenly, and his scarlet eyes even narrowed slightly.
Hill's clear blue eyes snapped out of his deep gaze. Even at this moment, he was still concerned about the Marshal's health and immediately and carefully released his grip: "Marshal, are you injured?"
The marshal always had a bloody smell and bloodstains on him, but Hill always thought it was just spilled from the star beast. Later, when the bone wings closed, he didn't even notice that there was a wound on the marshal's back and neck where the bone was clearly visible.
The torn back muscles were forcibly nailed in with military nails. The bleeding had already stopped, but now, due to the violent movement, they were showing signs of tearing open again, and bloodstains stained the cold white military nails.
The female soldiers have extremely strong physiques. Even if they are beaten and bruised by the male insects, they can recover quickly. The injuries that have not yet healed even for a marshal with an S-class physique must be very serious.
Hill's long, slender, fair hand hovered in front of the marshal's wound, hesitant to lower it.
Marshal, is it painful? Is such a serious injury very painful? There's still no way to alleviate it.
The beast, consumed by longing, seemed to understand something from his hesitation. It let out a low, hoarse growl of frustration and prepared to change its posture, hiding its powerful body in the darkness to continue its journey.
Even unconsciously, they understand that male insects are delicate creatures and cannot bear to see such things. Those noble male insects on the StarNet would faint at the sight of even a drop of blood.
The out-of-control female insect was inexplicably agitated and subconsciously didn't want to see the disgust and fear in the little male insect's eyes. At least it was still usable; if it got scared and couldn't be used anymore, she would have to find another one. She couldn't let it go.
Unexpectedly, a fair hand grabbed his hand.
The young male insect, still bound by chains, had become hoarse from being unable to break free for so long: "Marshal, may I take over next?"
Her azure eyes shimmered with moisture, like the ripples spreading across an interstellar sea. The insect-transformed female looked down at him with the condescension of a ruthless machine.
Hill reached out and pressed the obsidian again, too hard, and the little male insect involuntarily trembled.
"Um......"
He showed off his cage, his voice sounding even more docile because it was hoarse: "It's blocked, it'll behave."
If this male marks you, all your efforts over the years will be in vain, but he is so alluring that you can't resist him and don't want to resist.
The female insect, succumbing to her bestial instincts, abandoned her last vestige of subconscious rationality.
The beautiful male insect embraced him.
This was the first time the young male insect had taken the initiative. He hoped that the marshal could be comfortable, less in pain, and temporarily set aside his worries, at least to have a moment of pleasure.
Hill kept his eyes on the Marshal until he saw the Marshal let out a comfortable groan before he dared to continue, his eyes straining as he braced himself against the bulging veins on the Marshal's abdomen.
The marshal's veins were very prominent, bulging like worms from his neck to his abdomen, almost piercing through his skin, making Hill want to kiss him inch by inch.
The abdominal muscles feel soft and supple, clearly defined, and you can clearly feel them.
This realization alone was almost unbearable for the young male insect.
The marshal's bulging pectoral muscles, which almost burst through his uniform, were now marked with deep finger marks after he scratched them himself.
The young male insect couldn't resist lowering its head and gently kissing the wound there.
It was so light that it didn't even feel like a kiss; it felt more like a devout sacrifice.
I kissed the marshal's chest, kissed the heart beating fiercely beneath his broad chest, and kissed the heart I loved.
Let me move in.
......
Time seemed to stand still in the darkness, and no one knew how much time had passed.
Celt gradually awoke from the darkness, cradling a trembling male insect in his arms.
The one in the dungeon? Rationality quickly took over his mind, reminding him of the last decision he made before losing control.
For some reason, this conjecture disgusted him. If it were true, he would not hesitate to destroy the male insect.
One by one, the lights came on. Celt lowered his head, and a small male insect lay prostrate on his chest. Its golden hair was wet and stuck to its forehead, and its bright emerald eyes were tightly closed, lost in thought.
—Hill.
The insect claws, imbued with murderous intent, rose, but ultimately did not strike the slender neck.
Later, the little male insect was almost exhausted, and he supported himself on the marshal with his hands, almost entirely by willpower.
Hill didn't know how long he continued, but was finally stopped when he wanted to continue.
"That's enough..."
Celtic's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he reached out to forcefully stop him from continuing his self-torturing actions.
The young male was already somewhat delirious. Upon hearing the attempt to stop him, he slowly shook his head, and physiological tears slid down his pale cheeks.
"No, no, don't leave me..."
"Marshal, don't look for anyone else..."
"Ugh...please don't leave me..."
His voice was hoarse with fear and apprehension, as if this was the most terrifying thing in the world, rather than the fact that a D-level male insect dared to venture into the out-of-control territory of a 3S-level female insect.
If anything had gone wrong that night, a single attack from a 3S-class male insect would have been enough to decapitate the fragile little male insect.
Celtic quickly noticed the thin black chain that should have been embedded in the front of the uniform. His cold pupils contracted sharply. Just touching it made the little thing tremble in pain and try to struggle.
This would be a terrible torment for any insect.
"Don't move."
Perhaps it was because of his overwhelming power that the little male insect actually endured the trembling and approached him, allowing him to touch it.
Unconditional obedience, and surprisingly compliant behavior.
The chains that symbolized honor were thrown away, and the little male insect leaned completely against his hard chest, his forehead trembling slightly against his chest, as if an illusion was stirring his cold and hard heart.
This made him subconsciously reduce the force he applied.
However, the scarred and calloused hands made the young male tremble at the mere touch, wondering how much gentle force it would take to hold him tenderly in his palm.
Where is there enough softness on the body of a cold and hard female soldier?
This was too unfamiliar to a marshal who believed in decisive action, or rather, it should never have existed in him.
It took too long. Even though the Marshal always got full marks in this area, it still took him a long time to stop the little male insect from suffering.
But it stopped at the last moment.
"Why did you come here?" Marshal Celt's voice was hoarse, his once-cold gray eyes now sharp as he stared at the obedient male insect, trying to glean any useful information from it.
Once he regained consciousness, he immediately activated the instant messaging service behind his ear. After connecting, Dick reported everything to him, including how he had disobeyed his orders and brought the male insect Hill over.
This includes the male insect's initiative to go there.
The deeply entangled male insect had not anticipated this prolonged and gentle torment. Caught at the top of the tower, unable to rise or fall, he choked back sobs, barely managing to squeeze out the words from his heart: "Ugh... because I love the Marshal..."
Because I love you, I love you so much that I'm not afraid of anything, not even death.
Liking, or having a favorable feeling or interest in an insect or thing, is actually a feeling that encompasses appreciation, admiration, respect, heartfelt affection, love, and worship.
Selt had a clear mental list of the word's meaning.
like.
A word that never appeared in the Celtic dictionary.
The female insect's affection for the male insect is boundless and indulgent, driven by a desire for pheromones and life, and a desperate struggle for survival.
The male insect's attraction to the female insect is based on specific considerations such as military rank, family background, wealth, and appearance. Giving alms is an act of liking the wealth accumulated by a female insect from a military family, and liking the family background of a female insect from a prestigious family is also an act of liking.
Before he took this position, there were male insects who had expressed their liking for him.
Born into a commoner female insect, she worked her way up to the rank of general. Although she had no family background, a cold and hard appearance, and a serious and boring personality with no entertainment, she had accumulated a lot of credit points.
This liking vanished after he rose to the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Four Armies through ruthless and forceful means when he was promoted to 3S-level, and after slaughtering all the opponents within the Empire.
All the male insects felt fear, disgust, and retreat upon seeing him; their fear of him outweighed their liking for the wealth he had accumulated.
The male insect likes him.
Unlike her attraction to wealth and family background, she entered the forbidden zone to love him despite knowing his cruelty.
Unable to break free, the male insect began to tremble slightly, helplessly murmuring repeatedly, as if afraid he wouldn't believe it: "Ugh... I like the Marshal... I like the Marshal the most..."
“s——”
Hill was finally relieved the moment he heard the order.
It was hard to describe whether the feeling was more comfortable or more painful. The entire abdomen was cramping, but pleasure spread from every part of the body, making the little male insect unable to bear it and subconsciously biting his lip.
Before he could bite down, the marshal forcefully invaded his mouth, seizing all the air like a conquering empire.
Even at this point, the young male insect was still afraid of accidentally biting the marshal, so he forcibly restrained his jawbone and only gently licked and kissed him. Even the most hardened female insect would be moved by this.
The marshal continued, with more gentleness and patience than ever before.
It's so comfortable, so very comfortable, like a scene from a dream.
Hill finally finished after a long time. He curled up in the marshal's arms, feeling extreme discomfort followed by excessive comfort, so comfortable that he didn't want to open his eyes.
After passively enduring the kisses at first, he slowly began to return the kisses. The marshal rarely allowed him to kiss, so he was somewhat inexperienced. The marshal led him in a passionate kiss, and their bodies embraced, making the tenderness afterwards seem exceptionally long.
His mind was a complete blank, and his tongue instinctively followed the marshal's gentle licks.
The male cricket's tongue is very soft. When it is being kissed, it simply opens its mouth and follows the kiss with its wet tongue, just like a very obedient puppy.
The puppy was exhausted; it could barely keep its eyes open.
Celtic held the little male's face, smoothed the little thing's wet, soft hair, revealing its smooth forehead and reddened earlobes. The puppy, now docile, obediently tried to kiss his arm.
"reason."
Author's Note:
While the Marshal and Hill were talking, they were actually continuing their lovemaking. [Please!]
The first thing Baby Hill said to the Marshal was to reflect on whether she had done something wrong [pity]. Why wasn't she chosen first? [pity] Such an invincible love-struck baby! [pity]
The second meaning is liking, which means having a favorable impression or interest in a person or thing. Liking is actually a feeling, encompassing appreciation, admiration, respect, heartfelt affection, love, and worship. —Excerpt from Baidu Encyclopedia
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