Chapter 4
In the middle of the night.
From the office to the bedroom.
Hill felt a little dizzy, and his breathing became heavy in an instant, and even the normal air he inhaled became hot.
Celt looked at the unusually young male insect in front of him. His face was so fair it was almost delicate, and it was slightly flushed after sex. His sideburns were messy and stuck to his long neck.
Hill, fearing the marshal's dissatisfaction, suppressed his shame and obediently allowed the marshal to inspect him with his gaze.
Like a piece of merchandise on a display case, he anxiously awaited his verdict. The thought of the marshal scrutinizing him with the same stern gaze he would during a military parade made his breath quicken.
Very good.
This was Celtic's first impression.
Whether it's the duration or other aspects.
Moreover, it's very clean.
The male insect is synonymous with extravagance and debauchery. Even a B-grade male insect can legally marry one female ruler and three female servants. Male insects can usually mate after one differentiation and begin to frequent various underground parties and lewd places.
The empire's excessive pampering of the male insects turned them into bloated, wasteful good-for-nothings. Celt had met many male insects, and none of them were any different.
As a true member of the imperial family, he had many opportunities to breed male insects, but the short, ugly males and their arrogant and vile faces only made him feel nauseous.
He would never have sought out a male insect if his mental rage hadn't become uncontrollable.
Hill, eighteen years old, was born on a remote junk planet. His birth level was D-class. Despite undergoing two advancements, he is still only a D-class male insect, a low level. His female father was once an Imperial Army female, but due to a combat error that injured his wings, he was deported and retired, requiring him to use a high-cost repair pod to stay alive for the rest of his life.
The father was addicted to gambling on the black market, which gambled away his entire fortune and left him with a mountain of debt. As the young male grew up, no female was willing to marry him because of his poor family background, and he lived on social welfare.
He was rescued by the legion commander just as he was about to be sold into slavery on the black market and sent to the first warship.
Because of my poor family background, I have never been exposed to the promiscuous gatherings of male insects. This is not due to my nature, but rather because of the limited circumstances I was in.
Hill became even more uneasy when he saw that the Marshal had not spoken for a long time. He had always thought that he was quite good in all aspects, but had he not yet met the Marshal's requirements?
The young male insect leaned forward slightly, suppressing intense shame as he tried to sell himself: "Well, Marshal, this is my first time, but I have tried to observe how to do it."
He really wanted to say that he hadn't yet undergone his second advancement, and that after the second advancement, all aspects of his qualities, including his height, weight, and sexual performance, would improve significantly. However, the identity he was currently impersonating belonged to a male insect that had already undergone its second advancement, so he could only swallow his words.
The young male insect's face showed shame, both from the shame and from the service he had just finished; his emerald green eyes were misty with moisture.
It must be said that this is an extremely handsome face, with wet eyes as innocent as a puppy's, as if afraid of being abandoned at any moment.
Celtic felt a surge of heat rise in his body once more.
Of course, this commotion did not escape Hill's notice; a glint quickly appeared in the little male's wet eyes.
He nervously approached under the marshal's tacit approval.
The male insects are too weak; they're lucky if they can do it twice a night, especially since they're low-level males. A dangerous glint flashed in Celt's gray eyes.
Celt suddenly stood up, and a muscular arm wrapped around the little male insect's waist.
"marshal……"
Before Hill could finish his question, Celtic had already carried him two steps to the bedroom bed and tossed the little male insect onto the soft bedding.
......
Hill and Celtic both breathed a sigh of relief. Celtic, who had been tormented by pheromones to the point of losing patience, tore his crisp military uniform to shreds with his hands like sharp blades, revealing his broad, muscular arms and bulging chest muscles.
It's huge; the military uniform looks like it's been stretched taut.
The marshal's skin was the bronze color common among female soldiers, with hard yet smooth lines and strong, broad muscles.
Beneath his extremely attractive pectoral muscles are well-defined abdominal muscles. His abdominal muscles are also very broad, with clear contours and grooves that stretch like undulating mountains all the way to his V-line.
Further down...
The way he started the journey was perfect for watching the marshal intently from below; his sweaty abs and trembling chest muscles were so impressive.
It's incredibly arousing.
She dared not look and wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't bear to close them. At this moment, Hill was caught in a subtle dilemma.
Male insects are indeed different. Not only does the body feel good, but the pheromones also soothe the body through the night, making even the constantly aching and restless mental energy feel incredibly comfortable.
Celtic closed his eyes.
A hand reached out before him. The male insect was tall and slender, with long and beautiful fingers. At this moment, the fair and slender hand obediently did something that would never normally happen to a male insect, which was another kind of stimulation. It was so obedient that it was almost unlike a male insect.
Celt's breathing became much heavier. He didn't demand anything from the male insect, only that it be obedient enough, but that didn't mean he would refuse.
The young male was too inexperienced and needed to be taught. The female, with her calloused hands, forcefully and irresistibly covered the back of the young male's hands.
The young male's palms are very tender and soft, indicating he hasn't been in battle and was likely raised in a pampered environment. This is typical of males, and it's precisely because of this that they are even more...
This incredibly handsome male insect, almost like a creation of a god, belonged entirely to him, and was pinned beneath him.
This greatly satisfied Selby's desire for control, which he had maintained for many years.
Just as they were about to arrive, Celt suddenly opened his eyes, which met the gaze of the little male insect, who was completely infatuated. He didn't care what a little creature with a pent-up desire thought, but given the male insect's arrogance and the fact that he had been made foolish by the empire, even if he had to endure humiliation, he would still feel resentment and anger.
But he didn't see it in the little male's eyes; it was a pair of clear, deep, and beautiful eyes, just like those of a saffron.
His temples were damp with golden hair, and his moist eyes, seemingly immersed in the ocean tide, almost gave the insect the illusion of deep affection.
Celtic certainly wouldn't believe the male insect, but it undeniably pleased him.
Hill looked up at the marshal he had secretly admired since childhood, and saw his prominent Adam's apple bob slightly, a bead of sweat roll down his chin, followed by a deep, hoarse command.
"......"
He obeyed instinctively, feeling an indescribable joy.
A moment later, the marshal tilted his head back and let out a muffled groan of extreme pleasure.
A fresh, fruity aroma bursts forth, sweet with a hint of unripe tartness, mingling with the crisp smell of gunpowder, filling the entire bedroom.
In that instant, Hill seemed to see a sky full of stars, which gradually receded into the distance, leaving only the last star, like the Ice Star, or the Marshal's gray and indifferent eyes.
His first thought was, thank goodness it was a marshal.
Celtic looked at the little male insect that kept clutching his clothes.
Those beautiful eyes seemed to hold a faint glimmer of light, revealing not humiliation but rather a moist satisfaction.
It smelled like a marshal, the whole insect smelled like a marshal.
Hill felt that this was the happiest day of his life.
——
They are now located on the edge of Fort Fosseid, a place composed of three second-magnitude stars and thirty-two third-magnitude stars. There is no distinct day or night here; there are nineteen hours of daylight in a 24-hour period. Celt only dismounted from Hill when the artificial star representing daylight rose in the interstellar space.
Being able to persist for several hours, especially on his first time, was much better than Bert had anticipated. Knowing the pampered and weak male insects of the Empire, he thought he would collapse from exhaustion on the second attempt, let alone that he was just a low-level male insect.
"Marshal?" The little male insect opened its eyes, almost in a daze.
Since the onset of his stasis, Celt had not felt comfortable for a long time. At this moment, the male insect was like a key that unlocked a rusty switch, soothing his restless spirit and bringing him into an unprecedented warm and comfortable state.
Even old wounds from many years ago show signs of healing.
After a long while, Selt slowly opened his eyes.
This is the significance of the male insect to the female insect; it is so important that even a powerful female insect is willing to crawl on the ground and wag her tail in submission.
After a night of mating, the male insect was exhausted and almost unconscious. His long, curled eyelashes covered his captivating eyes, and he was breathing heavily. His fair skin was flushed with a thin layer of red from pleasure, and the insect was in a state of being cared for by the female.
But this does not change the inherently cold and brutal nature of male insects.
Even Celt had the idea of holding the little male insect in his arms, kissing and rubbing his chafed skin and reddened palms, then kissing away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, holding the little male insect close to moisten his dry throat, and then gently falling asleep with the male insect.
The influence of pheromones is both terrifying and alluring. Once a female is tamed by a male, she will fall into an abyss of no return, as countless females, including her male fathers, have proven with their lives and blood.
Selt snapped out of his thoughts and got out of bed naked.
According to the female insect's rules, at this time, the male insect needs to be comforted in the best way, including cleaning up the traces left behind, cleaning and changing the sheets for the male insect, and asking the male master if he wants to eat. But it is clear that Celt does not have such thoughts.
It works pretty well, so I'll just keep using it.
Selt left the messy, exhausted little male insect behind and opened the bathroom door.
Warm water, kept at a constant temperature year-round, flowed down from the corner of his head. Selt raised his head, pressed one hand to his wet forehead, and reached for a towel with the other to wipe himself clean.
The bathroom door, which wasn't fully closed, was pushed open again, and Selt's previously comfortable and satisfied mood became slightly impatient.
What is this male insect doing inside?
Did they come in to interrogate him without cleaning him up? Did they just leave a bug outside? Or did they go into the bathroom to clean him up first?
Just now, I should have told Dick to throw the male insect out.
Hill opened his eyes with difficulty when he heard footsteps. Although he was a little sad that the marshal left after finishing his work, he thought that the marshal would at least be willing to lie down with him for a while. But it didn't matter, he could come to find the marshal.
The young male insect looked at the dripping marks on the ground, and, despite his physical exhaustion and the shame in his heart, pushed open the door.
Marshal Celt joined the army as an adult and fought for many years, leaving his body with many hideous scars. The marshal did not turn on the ventilation system, and the rising steam in the bathroom created an indescribable astringent and lingering atmosphere.
But those gray eyes, as sharp and cold as the snow in the imperial capital in March, fell coldly on the little male insect.
Hill, his face contorted with shame, could barely lift it. Braving the oppressive gaze, he mustered immense courage and walked to the Marshal's side.
Hill blushed slightly.
"I'll clean it up for the marshal."
Celtic's indifferent gaze shifted slightly.
In the mist, the little male insect's eyes appeared especially bright, like an expensive tsavorite auctioned in the heart of the empire.
The priceless emerald was eventually acquired by a noblewoman and appeared on the Second Prince's robes a few days later.
But he only had two stars left before the war council, and he wasn't prepared to let a small male insect delay his military duties.
Moreover, this young male insect, which had just reached adulthood, probably didn't have the strength to continue.
You could tell he was exhausted; his eyes were almost closed, yet he still insisted on coming to fulfill his duties.
If he hadn't confirmed that this male insect was indeed very clean and it was its first time, he would have doubted whether he had served other insects in this way before.
Since we can't continue, let's accept it gracefully.
The young male insect moved very skillfully, showing that it was well-trained, and its movements were meticulous and earnest.
Perhaps because the water had been flowing continuously, it dripped into the little male insect's eyes. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes slightly, only his long, black eyelashes trembling involuntarily, revealing a unique kind of innocence.
It seems that serving a female soldier is not shameful, but rather enjoyable.
Celtic didn't believe this idea and gradually began to think about some unpleasant possibilities.
Their unbelievable obedience is what makes them even more abnormal.
When the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Celtic's eyes had turned completely gloomy.
The marshal suddenly reached out and grabbed the little male insect's mouth, forcing him to raise his head.
The marshal's fingers had rough, thick calluses, and because he was proficient in various combat techniques and weapons, the outline of his knuckles was very hard, and the color was distinct as they pressed against the soft lips of the little male insect.
"Have you served other insects?" The marshal's satisfied voice was somewhat hoarse, but it did not diminish his power in the slightest. It was extremely oppressive, and his gray eyes showed a kind of unpredictable coldness, making him extremely dangerous.
Hill blinked his green eyes and shook his head violently, but the marshal held his jaw so he couldn't move. He looked aggrieved and his eyes were about to redden when asked this question.
"No!" He could feel his vocal cords trembling as the words stuck in his throat, and his voice was shaking. He wanted to swear to the Insect God that he really didn't have it. "Only the Marshal."
He has always maintained a clean reputation and has never touched any insects other than the Marshal; Bright can testify to this.
Celtic scrutinized the handsome young male insect before him with a cold gaze, confirming that he was indeed not lying.
But given the striking appearance of this male insect, his 'assets' and personality, it would be difficult to find a more handsome male insect in the entire capital planet. Even if he were heavily in debt, countless wealthy female insects would still flock to him.
But it must be said that it really met his requirements.
Celt released the little male insect's jaw, and as soon as Hill was freed from its grip, everything went black. He stumbled forward, losing his balance, and bumped right into the Marshal.
When Hill came to her senses and opened her eyes, her face instantly turned red.
The marshal had already stood up, and Hill followed suit.
He steadied himself by holding onto the sink, thinking to himself how cold-hearted the marshal was, leaving as soon as he was done. He'd only stay after they registered their marriage...
After registering their marriage and moving into the marshal's house, he wanted to carpet the marshal's bathroom.
Then we can do this and that in the bathroom...
But he was really sleepy right now.
The marshal did not allow him to go to bed. Hill hesitated for a moment, dragging his heavy legs, but finally stopped on the sofa.
The marshal's room was decorated in a very simple and cold style, with no necessary soft decorations on the sofa. He curled up in a ball, too tired to do anything but fall asleep. There were still two stars until dawn, and he would need to be woken up by the marshal.
The manual on how to please one's sweetheart says this, but following the manual exactly probably won't work. But perhaps giving the marshal a kiss? If the marshal allows it.
The heavy eyelids closed, and the shallow breathing barely disturbed any insects.
Celt activated his personal terminal and ordered Dick to investigate Hill's hometown again. Based on his understanding of Imperial male insects, it was impossible for such male insects to be so impoverished that they had to sell themselves.
The male insects are arrogant, licentious, cruel, and stupid. They treat the female insects like livestock and slaves. As long as the male insects are slightly nice to them, countless female insects will flock to them.
Such a group of handsome, kind-hearted, and physically fit male insects would likely be drawn into the territory of powerful female insects before they even reach adulthood.
Even if he is only a D-level.
How could it have just fallen into his hands?
Celtic put away his personal terminal and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the little male insect curled up on the sofa instead of going to bed, and he unconsciously frowned.
Although the starship's interior maintained a constant temperature, the little male's hair was still wet and dripping with water. Celt picked up a blanket next to him, walked naked to the little male without any regard for the weather, and wrapped him in the blanket.
The calloused, rough fingers forcefully spread the male insect's palm. Exhausted from the night, the young male insect only let out a slight groan, its palm slightly red, indicating the severity of its injury.
With slightly firm pressure, her hot fingertips pressed down on the male insect's flawless cheek, drawing a conclusion.
Too inexperienced, needs more practice.
Author's Note:
Marshal: I want to hug and kiss you, and I want to continue (I'm sure it's just due to pheromones).
Author: Is it really just due to pheromones? [Let me see]
Marshal: Is it really possible for such a windfall to fall from the sky for me? Skeptical, but that doesn't stop me from indulging! [doge][heart]
Baby Hill was observing intently, even blushing as she took notes; it was so incredibly cute, who could understand? [pity][pity][pity]
I was originally going to name it Shebaby, but then I suddenly remembered that Shebaby is a cat food canned food [clown emoji].
I think it would be better to change Hill's rating to D; it would create more dramatic conflict. Actually, I just wanted to provoke him. [sunglasses]
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