Chapter 76
The temperature of the female insect is close, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder. Like Hill, he is in his budding stage, and his pheromones are secreted in large quantities, making the male and female insects even more eager for each other.
For fifteen days they will never be apart, yearning for each other madly, until they become each other's antidote, pulling each other out of the boundless sea of despair.
However, Hill has a physical problem and can only react slightly after a long time, which is very unacceptable for the Chongyu race.
Hill didn't want to play anymore. He pursed his lips, tossed the game to Celtic, and was about to go back to his room when Celtic grabbed his arm and gently pulled him into his embrace.
He sat perfectly on the female insect's lap, surrounded by the scent of Celts from every direction.
"What are you doing?" Hill pushed the female insect's strong arm, but of course, he couldn't budge it.
“There’s a bug attack.” Celt didn’t answer, focusing intently on the game. Hearing his voice, Hill instinctively looked over as well.
In that moment of distraction, a game character suddenly sprang out from a pile of rocks and launched an attack. Just as Hill's game character was about to fall, Celtic's hand moved swiftly and precisely, drawing his energy gun and killing the attacker.
Hill unconsciously let out a small breath, and under the dim light, Celtic's taut lips twitched slightly.
“That’s not how you walk…” Hill protested softly.
Celtic is so precise when using weapons, but when walking, he seems to have trouble controlling them and can't use speed-up items, causing him to fall far behind.
In a moment of urgency, the long, slender fingers covered the large, overly bony hands, hastily manipulating the game mech interface to make the game character keep up.
"That's not how you use it. You have to use this first to get rid of gravity—" Hill couldn't help but add.
"Mmm." Celt whispered in his ear, his breath brushing against Hill's earlobe, making him feel a little ticklish. He leaned back, trying to curl up, but all he found was Celt's chest behind him.
He felt a little uncomfortable, his cheeks were a bit hot, but Celtic quickly made a silly mistake that made him forget all about it, and he had to rush to get medical help.
Celt learned very quickly and soon became proficient in the game, defeating a formidable opponent within minutes and securing the top spot in the nearest district for Hill.
"Ah, why are you looking at past match records?" Hill quickly placed her palm on the game screen, seemingly feeling that the area covered was not big enough, and tried to spread her fingers wider. It seemed that the gap between her fingers could still be seen. The male insect frowned in embarrassment, preparing to blame everything on the female insect.
So cute.
Celtic's hardened heart was struck by something, and he closed his eyes to indicate that he would not watch without permission.
"I just want to see which insects bullied Your Highness earlier, and then I'll avenge them one by one."
The female insect's eyes were tightly closed, her features deep and sculpted, her eyes, which represented ambition, were covered, leaving only a cold and hard look, perhaps with some faint tenderness.
It was as if he were his support. Hill's fingers curled slightly.
"Does Your Highness not wish to?"
Hill hesitated, and he didn't speak. Celt had already opened his eyes and understood his choice.
This is a military combat game. The Zerg are born with a warlike gene, and the Zerg Emperor's warlike gene has also been passed on to his Zerglings. Even though the Zerglings don't have the opportunity to go to the battlefield, they are very enthusiastic about combat games.
Celt possesses an almost terrifying dominance in this kind of game, capable of annihilating even those who are above his level, causing them to flee in disarray.
"Does Your Highness wish to take revenge yourself?" Before anyone knew it, Celt gradually tightened his arms, trapping Hill firmly in the narrow space of his embrace, almost head to head, heart to heart.
Even though Hill was excited, he was also a little apprehensive. He had just been severely scolded by Nathaniel and was still feeling somewhat defeated.
The female insect's large, warm hand enveloped his hand in an irresistible embrace. Hill's fingertips trembled from the heat, but his attention was quickly drawn to Celt's skillful evasive maneuver as he held Hill's hand.
Having won a resounding victory in less than an hour, Hill couldn't help but shout excitedly, tossing down the game console and turning to give the female insect behind him a big hug.
"I won!"
Celtic embraced the male insect that had rushed into his arms, supporting Hill's lower body with his palms and gently patting Hill's back to help him breathe smoothly and prevent his heart from hurting. In the dim light, Hill's long hair shimmered with a silvery-blue light.
"Yes, Your Highness is very capable." It was just a gentle compliment, but this was Celt, the commander of the Zerg. To receive his praise was an honor that countless female Zerg had strived for their entire lives.
Hill rested his chin on Celt's shoulder, embraced tightly by the female insect, his heart completely overwhelmed by the joy of victory. He felt he should say something, but it seemed that nothing he said would be right.
But he just wanted to speak, to release the emotions surging in his heart through words.
"Haven't you played this before?"
Why don't you understand even the simplest parts of the operation? Are you trapped in a glass enclosure like me?
When Hill was very young, he was not allowed to touch these things. Even his emotional fluctuations were constantly monitored. The books he read had to be strictly checked, and there could be no plots that would excite the insect too much, for fear of agitating his fragile heart.
He had never tried any of the games or places that Cyrus Nathaniel liked or played. By the time he wanted to try them, his older brothers were already past that age and looked down on him for not knowing anything.
He didn't want to appear unintelligent or a burden to any insects, but Celt didn't seem to be either, which gave Hill a sense of relief.
He was no longer afraid of being scolded for not understanding or being able to do anything. It seemed that there were other insects in the universe who understood him and accompanied him.
“Yes, the orphanage didn’t have any quantum computers when I was a kid,” Celt replied in a low voice.
Not only was there no quantum computer, but food was also scarce in the orphanage on the remote garbage planet. He had to fight desperately with a group of older female insects for a single piece of food, and he used all his limited time to practice in the hope that he could successfully enter the military academy.
After entering the military academy, they began to carry out missions, climbing upwards at all costs, hoping to accumulate enough merits and credits before death, so that they could pray for male insect pheromones to prolong their miserable lives.
Not a single second could be wasted on entertaining himself; he walked step by step to where he is now, to the side of Hilgard.
Yes, Marshal Celt was born on a planet that was at least a hundred years behind the capital planet. There was nothing on that backward and barren planet.
Hill opened his mouth as if to say something, his heart brimming with emotions. He wanted to say, "Everything will be alright from now on. I'll be with you. I'll always be here for you."
This was what Hill had envisioned saying to Marshal Celtic six months ago. He knew all the hardships and difficulties Marshal Celtic had endured, and he hoped to provide the Marshal with a safe haven so that he could stop and rest.
He wanted to hug him so that he wouldn't have to brave any storms.
But that was the Hill of the past, and the Hill of the past had long been killed by Celtic himself.
The overflowing, burning emotion cooled down, and all the words stuck in his throat. He closed his eyes.
"What do you want as a reward?"
This was his last act of mercy towards Celtic, a reward for letting him enjoy himself in this moment.
Celtic gently lifted him and laid him flat on the sofa, his hand protecting the back of his head. He lowered his head, their noses rubbing together, their eyes touching, their voices echoing between them without needing to travel through the air.
"I only need you."
No, you're still lying to me.
You've been lying to me your whole life; power is what you love most.
Hill's mind resisted listlessly, but her lips involuntarily parted, accepting Celt's boundless intrusion.
The game was projected into the living room, with the background noise of insects fiercely fighting to the death. In this quiet room, however, even more urgent sounds began to emerge intermittently.
When they left, the living room sofa was a mess, full of wrinkles, and the carpet was crumpled and thrown on the floor. Celtic picked up Hill and carried her upstairs.
Soon, the sound of running water filled the bathroom. The male insect was placed on the sink, his hands braced on either side. The cold porcelain surface made him tremble slightly.
"Didn't we... say we'd take a shower?" His voice was a little sticky and low, as if he was dissatisfied but completely enveloped by the rising steam. It was hard to tell if he was refusing or being coquettish.
“Hmm,” Celt replied. “If you feel you can’t take it, you can step on my shoulders.”
What kind of answer is this?
Hill bit his lip gently to avoid making any more unpleasant noises, until Celtic kissed him, rescuing him and kissing the marks on his lips with a sigh, again and again.
"There are no other insects for miles around here, only you and me, only each other."
This sentence sounds like a love confession.
Only at this moment would his kisses be tender and affectionate, no longer filled with predation and domineering.
"Hill, speak up."
At times like this, he didn't like to use honorifics, but instead called Hill by his name directly, to which Hill mumbled a vague "uh-huh".
His Highness has many, which may represent Nathaniel or Cyrus, but the one Celt calls Hill only has one insect.
It was as if he was the only insect in the entire universe, just him and Celt.
Hill started making sounds, which made Celt hug him tighter, comfort him, coax him, and pay more attention to his experience.
"A little more...isn't enough..."
It's alright, it's alright. Celtic will die. No insect will know he's really like this, no insect will know he can make such a wretched sound...
By the end, Hill's voice was hoarse. Celtic held him, fed him water, and then carried him back to bed.
He liked being held so tightly all the time, but he still pushed back slightly, his hands against Celtic's chest before he quickly leaned back down.
"Why isn't it here yet...?"
Why is it still left like this?
“Didn’t you say you promised me a request?” Celt reached out and pulled the soft blanket up to cover Hill’s fair shoulders, his strong hand gently patting his back again and again.
"That's my request. Isn't it better to leave it at that for tonight?"
"Don't you like it?"
Celtic lowered his head and kissed Hill's eyelids, kissed his trembling eyelashes, and finally gently placed a kiss on his forehead.
—Actually, I like it very much.
Author's Note:
Hill wanted it, but Hill didn't say anything. He waited until Celt did it to him, then politely declined, and then had the Marshal beg him before agreeing. [Owl emoji] All of Baby's requests were fulfilled that way. [Owl emoji] The final meaning is just to sleep soundly! Do you guys understand? I'm so anxious I'm scratching my head trying to figure it out.
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