Chapter 19
The military provides female soldiers with a two-hour lunch break to ensure they have ample energy to deal with any emergencies.
For some reason, perhaps due to the three days of inseparable pheromone exchange, Hill found himself becoming more dependent on the Marshal's pheromones.
Even without Bright conducting a physical examination, he sensed that his second advancement was imminent, to the point that he wanted to stay by the marshal's side every moment.
He sat in the marshal's lap, his strong arms encircling him, trapping him in the small space of his embrace, where a strong influx of pheromones assaulted him.
"Hmm..."
Hill took small sips of the excessive pheromones, his cheeks contracting until his mouth felt sore from the effort. The Marshal's hand suddenly moved him away from the back of his head, and warm liquid splashed all over his face.
Celt lowered his eyes. The little male insect had drops of transparent, whitish liquid hanging from its long, dark eyelashes, which slid down its fair cheeks. Its lips were rubbed raw and swollen.
She seemed not to understand why her lips were being pulled apart; they were still unconsciously parted as she looked at him, somewhat bewildered.
The marshal's eyes deepened as he controlled the rhythm and pressed the little thing back down.
"Mmm..." There was no resistance, only a soft sound of surprise, and then she obediently and dutifully continued to suck.
The insects I was looking at made my mouth and throat dry.
The marshal placed his other hand on his tailbone, bringing excessive heat.
"Where's the tail hook?"
Hill's breath hitched, and he almost bit him, but then he obediently comforted him. When the Marshal lost control, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to calm him down, so he used his tail hook to inject pheromones. He thought the Marshal was irrational and wouldn't remember.
Tail hooks are also graded. The higher the grade, the darker and more beautiful the color, and the longer the hook. His tail hook is very obvious. Will it be noticed?
But the marshal wanted to see it.
The young male insect hesitated for a moment, then finally revealed a glimpse of icy blue beneath its white coat. It was a pale, translucent blue, like the seawater near the shore, swaying restlessly, looking rather pitiful.
Then, the marshal's bronze-colored insect claws closed and grasped it in his palm. He stroked the light blue scales from the tail down to the hook tip, then closed his hand tightly and rubbed it with his thumb.
The feeling of being held by the overheated female soldier's tail hook was strange. A tingling sensation rose from his tailbone, and he couldn't help but let out a nervous groan, raising his body slightly.
Has the Marshal noticed? Hill's heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but secretly raise his eyes to look expectantly at the Marshal's expression.
Celt keenly sensed the little male's unease and anxiety, and offered timely words of comfort.
"It's okay if the tail hook of a lower-level male insect is a little shorter."
The caudal hook of an adult male insect is usually about 1 meter long. Lower-ranking males may have a shorter caudal hook, which is considered a disability and may have been attacked and ridiculed.
The male insect may be embarrassed to remove its tail hook for this very reason.
Hill wanted to retort, "I haven't evolved to the second stage yet, and it will grow longer," but then he saw the Marshal put the tip of his tail in his mouth.
Hill's face flushed bright red instantly.
As the Marshal said, the tail hook was not long enough, and the Marshal had to bend down to taste it.
It was only then that he realized that the color of his tail hook was actually the light blue of a normal low-ranking male insect, and that Bright's rank concealment actually included the tail hook.
Of course, at this point, Hill was completely out of his mind to think about anything else; all he could see and think about was the image of the Marshal holding the tip of his tail in his mouth.
The tail hook seemed to be connected to the body yet also disconnected. He seemed to feel the marshal's excessive warmth, yet it also seemed to be just a delusional thought arising from what he saw.
He was thinking that the marshal could eat the tail tip however he wanted.
But the tail hook seemed to have its own consciousness, unwilling to blindly follow the main body's opinion, and explored the Marshal's mouth, eager to inject the pheromones contained within into a suitable place.
"No......."
The tail hook is very sharp; what if it hurts the marshal?
Hill reached out to grab the tail hook and pull it out, but the marshal's hand stopped him without any room for argument.
“Hmm—” Hill’s pupils widened slightly; he was certain that his body and tail hook were somehow connected.
Because he knew for certain that the marshal had bitten the tail hook and the venom sac containing pheromones hidden beneath it.
The young male insect, feeling utterly helpless, buried himself in the marshal's arms, wrapped his arms around the marshal's neck, and hid himself in the sea of the marshal's pheromones, his eyes momentarily glazed over.
No insect had ever sucked his tail hook before, and no insect had ever told him how pleasurable it felt to have his tail hook sucked...
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3 PM.
Dick arrived at the office door on time, raised his hand, and prepared to knock.
"Come in." The marshal's authoritative voice rang out before he could even speak.
The voice was a little low, which was strange. The marshal never broke the rules. Was it a side effect of the drug?
Dick quickly opened the door and went inside while thinking. He stood still and smelled the strong scent of male insect pheromones. The exhaust fan was already on, but it hadn't yet released the pheromones from the intense pheromone exchange that should have occurred just moments before.
He lowered his head to avoid looking at the location emitting strong pheromones not far away, and was very grateful that he had always had the habit of regularly injecting inhibitors.
"Marshal, the warships are in position, and the Empire has agreed. It will probably take three space jumps, and we should arrive at the capital planet by the evening of the day after tomorrow. The military has made arrangements for our reception."
Celtic quickly finished the last document in his hand and stood up briskly upon hearing this.
Dick stepped aside to make way, but Marshal Celtic did not walk directly to the door as expected. Instead, he calmly walked to the sofa and picked up the sleeping male insect from it.
His steps were steady and his movements were agile and smooth. It was also possible that the little male insect was too tired and just subconsciously snuggled into his arms without any awareness of waking up.
The door to the lounge opened successfully after scanning. The room was dimly lit, suitable for sleeping, and only had a simple bed.
Celtic placed the baby male on the bed and was about to get up to leave when he suddenly felt a slight resistance on his wrist.
—The male insect's light blue tail hook unconsciously wrapped around his wrist in his sleep, preventing the female insect from leaving.
The tip of the battered tail lingered against the skin on the inside of his wrist, as if wanting to curl up and sleep with the female insect.
The marshal's eyes darkened slightly. He gripped the tail hook and squeezed it tightly. The little male insect let out a soft moan, its waist trembled slightly, and it murmured a soft, sticky cry in its sleep: "Marshal..."
The tail hook loosened softly, as if it had lost its strength. Celtic rubbed it for a moment, then neatly placed the small tail hook beside the bed.
No one could see Celtic's expression at that moment, not even himself.
If there were an insect here at this moment, it would surely notice that the corners of Marshal Celtic's mouth, which is usually stern and aloof, are slightly upturned.
Unfortunately, there was no mirror here, nor any insect to remind him to seize this fleeting dream.
Fifteen minutes later, Marshal Celtic emerged from the lounge. Dick had a bad feeling; he couldn't understand why it would take fifteen minutes to put an insect in.
This is completely unbelievable for a marshal who strictly controls time.
"Marshal, Lord Hill—" he couldn't help but say.
“Transfer a sixth-generation Purple Star mech from my private account and give it to him.”
According to the latest information obtained, this little creature was once keen on its female father's mecha when it was young, but eventually sold it due to poverty. The sixth-generation Purple Star mecha was exclusively supplied to the royal family. It was an expensive, beautiful, and easy-to-operate mecha, which was generally favored by male insects.
No, that's not what I meant.
Dick opened his mouth, but subconsciously answered yes. He couldn't help it; obeying orders was his subconscious reaction.
"The auction is progressing." The marshal began to determine the next item on the itinerary.
"The auction house has confirmed that it will be held in three days. We have already turned down the invitation for you and reserved the best spot for you."
"The top three items in this auction are Eternal Fall, a rare Bisde mecha, and Forest of Memories. His Highness the Second Prince isn't interested in mechas and would suggest you bid on Eternal Fall..."
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When Hill woke up, it was completely dark.
The first time he was kissed was the marshal's first time possessing a female insect was the marshal's first time, and the first time his tail hook was held was also the marshal's first time.
So far, all my first times have been as marshals, and I hope that all my first times in the future will also belong to marshals.
He happily rolled around on the bed, then remembered that the bed he was rolling around on also belonged to the marshal's private office rest area.
This joyful feeling lasted until he turned on his personal terminal.
Bright: "Don't get too excited. Marshal Celt has already set off for the capital planet to report on his duties. I've received news that the Marshal has confirmed his participation in the Shangdu Auction."
"Has the marshal left?"
While I was asleep? Why didn't you tell me? There was no goodbye.
The bed, which had just been warm, suddenly seemed to turn cold. This warship, which was always at a constant temperature, seemed to lose its warmth instantly after the marshal left, becoming empty and lonely.
“We’ve been traveling for almost six hours. I must remind you, Hill,” Bright’s voice turned cold, “After the auction, the Marshal will formally visit the Second Prince with gifts and hold an engagement ceremony. At that time—”
What should you do?
Should she bear the infamy of seducing her brother's queen, or slink away like a worm in a sorry state?
Hill's breath hitched slightly, and her hands unconsciously tightened their grip on the sheets.
"Aren't you not engaged yet?"
Ding-dong—
Marshal Celtic gifted the Insect Lord a sixth-generation Purple Star mech.
A slight smile immediately appeared on the pale face of the young male insect, like a buoy rescuing a drowning person, and his emerald green eyes lit up with starlight.
But the starlight was so fragile that it seemed it would shatter at the slightest touch.
The marshal likes me.
Author's Note:
Poor little mermaid baby Hill [please]
The Marshal was indeed somewhat unaware of his own affection, because Hill received it so easily and never realized how precious that sincerity was. [crying emoji]
The tail hook was originally planned for chapter 16, but I forgot about it while writing. I just went back and added a couple of sentences; it doesn't make much difference, except that Hill's tail hook is a deep blue, just like her beautiful blue eyes. [Please!]
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