Chapter 73
"Did Your Highness feel good just now? Was it more comfortable than the other female insects Your Highness has experienced?"
Hill was initially a little confused, but he slowly came to his senses when he heard those words. He was lying in Celt's arms, so close that he could see the burning jealousy, resentment, and forbearance in Celt's eyes.
Hill felt a strange sense of vengeful pleasure; it turned out that you could be sad after all.
Hill opened her mouth slightly and exhaled a slightly rapid breath: "Guess?"
A dark cloud settled in Celtic's eyes, so heavy it seemed to drip water.
"The female insect chosen for me by my father was certainly more skilled; she never hurt me," he continued, as if recalling something. "The foreplay was gentle, and the aftercare was very pleasant. She would ask me if I liked it, unlike the Marshal—"
After using him, he was left like an object, and what he longed for most was for Marshal Celtic to hug him afterward, instead of leaving him, an insect, there.
That's ridiculous.
He pondered the description for a moment, then his crimson lips softly uttered four words: "Lack of instruction."
This is because the insects were born on a remote, garbage planet and did not receive proper upbringing from the male insects.
Celtic didn't allow him to continue, abruptly lowering his head to end his stinging words with a fierce kiss. Hill frowned as if trying to resist, but Celtic prolonged the sensation with his hands.
Hill's waist trembled slightly, her initial resistance turning into acceptance.
Why refuse?
Enjoying Celt's meticulous service, Celt treats the male insect as if it were one of the countless battles of the past, never backing down an inch.
If personality determines a worm's life, then Nathaniel's queen, Hessen, has always been a gentle and warm worm, like sunshine. She is always responsive to Nathaniel's requests, and if Nathaniel shows even the slightest resistance, even if it's just a pretense, Hessen will stop immediately, even if Nathaniel is in his budding stage.
Celt is never like that; he is sharp and aggressive, and few females are able to truly follow his ideas.
This is his arrogance, and he will pay a heavy price for it.
Hill felt more like Celt was devouring him than kissing him. Celt always kissed him very, very deeply, even devouring his vulnerable throat, as if he were warmly welcoming something as he swallowed.
The air was getting thinner and thinner, and my eyes kept welling up with tears as if I was about to suffocate. My body felt even more—
Only at this point would Celtic release him. He could never learn to breathe properly, and Celtic would help him breathe in and out, reminding him of his near-death experiences when he was young.
Because of his physical condition, he is unable to breathe on his own and needs to be given air by a device, just like now. Air, life, and body are all controlled by this female insect.
He couldn't control his tears. The female insect's hot, distinct palm caressed his cheek, gently brushing aside his wet, long hair at his temples, her thumb stroking his fair, raised breasts that rose and fell with Celtic's breath.
“But isn’t this what Your Highness likes?” Celt’s deep voice came after the kiss, and he whispered in his ear, making the fair skin blush.
Rather than gentle and considerate service, you prefer a strong, possessive, and urge-filled kind of ownership. You like being held tightly, having every inch of your body used and kissed, and being firmly controlled.
Don't you even enjoy having insects kiss your throat?
The hazy tears made Hill's eyes appear confused, covered with a thin layer of mist.
A blush crept onto his fair earlobes, causing him to involuntarily breathe more heavily.
--shame.
It was far more humiliating than the fantasy of being served simultaneously by multiple female insects in a drafty place.
Indeed, compared to those so-called gentle females, Albert preferred being relentlessly possessed by the humble and considerate type who knelt on the ground begging to serve him.
They enjoy being treated excessively.
Perhaps it was because his first experience in this area as an adult was with Celt, or perhaps it was because the insect he once liked had this kind of personality, and he was completely unable to change it.
Albert's service didn't elicit any response from him, but just now he felt a little bit of that, even if it was only a tiny bit.
"You like this one."
At this moment, Celtic used honorifics, which only made him feel more ashamed.
His thumb was still caressing Hill's constantly bobbing Adam's apple, gazing deeply into Hill's light-colored eyes, everything about him, like his body, was laid bare before this female insect.
"So what?" Her throat was a little hoarse from the deep kiss, and Hill slowly smiled. "I like the idea of being able to trade for a female insect, don't I?"
It's just a peculiar sexual interest, and plenty of female insects are willing to satisfy it.
Celtic's gray, cold eyes suddenly narrowed into a line.
“You can have that idea.” Celt suddenly picked him up, and the sudden movement made Hill instinctively hold onto the female insect’s chest.
“But I will kill all the female insects that come near you.” His voice was calm and left no room for refusal, and indeed he was capable of doing so.
Hill's long hair cascaded down around Celtic's arm, but Celtic held him very firmly, so Hill didn't need to worry about anything. He gave a low, mocking laugh.
"Is this also a way to satisfy my hobby?"
Do you know that I like the lies told by possessive, domineering, and reckless insects?
Attacking citizens without cause is a violation of the law. Marshal Celtic has a bright future ahead of him, and his resume has been splendid and flawless over the years.
After fooling around all afternoon, the sky gradually darkened, and a wooden beam somewhere obscured Celtic's face, making it appear dim and unclear.
“No,” he answered quickly, as if he never hesitated, “because I cannot accept the presence of other insects around you.”
I couldn't stand other female insects touching you. Albert's mouth once served you, so I removed and crushed his entire jaw, leaving him with no place to be buried.
His voice suddenly lowered towards the end of his sentence.
"What? Feeling guilty?" Hill noticed this, and although he was still smiling, his eyes had turned cold.
"I just don't know how much longer I have to stay by your side."
Your need for me is simply because you need a 3S female insect to help you advance in rank. Once this is done, you will repay me without hesitation.
He was so clear about the future that he sometimes darkly hoped for a failed advancement, for him and Hill to meet their deaths together. He should hold Hill and die in her arms at the happiest moment, so that no female insect would ever have a chance to approach his master again.
But that's too selfish; he should be punished, while Hill is so young.
He grew up in a glass castle and had never seen the vastness and splendor of the universe. His life should not have ended so abruptly.
They had arrived at the bathhouse. Celt didn't put Hill down, but instead carried him into the water together.
"Why?" The warm water made Hill unconsciously squint. After being enveloped by wave after wave of warm water after his fatigue, his voice softened.
He didn't want to touch the pool wall, nor did he want to feel the fear of sinking. Celt probably knew this, so he lifted his limp legs and made him straddle Celt in front of him, his long silver hair floating with the water.
“Because I am older than you,” Celt said, pressing his fingers behind Hill’s ear and stroking the back of the male glossy fruit with his other hand. “There will always be other females after I leave.”
After I die, they will frantically try to please you, find out your preferences from all directions, possess you, and possibly make you completely forget me.
As if I had never existed, the Zerg, barring any unforeseen circumstances, can live to be two hundred years old, and Hill will forget him.
Hill chuckled softly, seemingly mocking his unrealistic and far-fetched thinking, but couldn't help but retort to his idea: "By then I'll be old and won't have any female insects to fawn over me anymore."
“No, you will still be very handsome when you are old.” Celt said with certainty, his gaze fixed on Hill’s closed eyes, as if imagining what he would look like as he grew older.
Even with his eyes closed, Hill could feel his gaze. Hill was actually quite pleased with this constant attention. Even when he was being held tightly in his arms, he would still keep an eye on him without missing a single glance.
This is probably because the female parent was too busy with work when the child was young, and the male insect also had his own work to do. His body had to be under strict supervision and could not move, so the parent insect could not protect him at all times.
Nathaniel was much older than him, and Cyrus was in his adolescence; the outside world was too exciting for them to settle down and spend time with Hill.
He was always alone in the ICU, a worm in pain when he woke up, a worm when he fell asleep, and a worm when he couldn't sleep, waiting alone from nightfall to dawn.
His short insect life was very lonely, extremely lonely, every cell screaming with loneliness.
The female insects stared intently at him, but dared not look at him for long, always lowering their heads in fear, as if he, a sick and weak male insect, could kill them at any moment.
He liked being held so tightly, every inch of his skin pressed against his, and his burning gaze fixed on him. It made him feel a little excited, but he was probably too tired, and fatigue took over more of the time.
His thoughts swayed with the ebb and flow of the tide, his eyelids heavy and unable to lift.
He didn't know why he was arguing; it was just a habitual rebuttal: "Male insects usually have shorter lifespans than females, and my body is also..."
Most female insects that do not receive male pheromones die young, but female insects that receive sufficient pheromones actually live longer than male insects because of their robust physique.
"No, you will live a very, very long time..."
The higher the level of the male insect, the longer its lifespan. Once you pass this advancement, you will have a long insect life, diluting the mistakes of your youth.
A series of tender kisses began to fall on his brow, and subconsciously he couldn't help but raise his head slightly. The hand behind his head held him, kissing every inch of his face and features, his trembling eyelashes, the tip of his upturned nose, and his warm earlobe.
Love surged forth like a tide, gently supporting his sinking thoughts and lulling him into a sweet dream.
This seems to be the first time I've fallen asleep so early without any pain or medication. The pheromones from the 3S female insect are indeed very effective.
It's just exploitation.
He thought about this slowly and gradually fell asleep with even breathing.
Author's Note:
Baby Hill, with her high needs [cat emoji], needs to be loved completely [cat emoji].
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