Chapter 2
The Marshal's voice!
So deep, so close. I've never heard the Marshal's voice so close before. Unlike on the StarNet or in official settings, it's even deeper, colder, and more magnetic, almost hitting my eardrums.
Hill's heart was racing abnormally, so much so that it took him a moment to react after Celt spoke. He quickly walked forward, closer and closer, step by step—
I'm only one table away from the marshal!
arrive!
The young male insect clenched his fists, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness. Standing before Celt, he slowly swallowed before speaking, "Marshal..."
At this moment, Celt was sitting while Hill was standing, but even so, Celt's aura completely overwhelmed the little male insect, and his sharply defined face was expressionless.
"Kneel down."
Hill was stunned. The young male insect's bewildered appearance could have captivated any female insect, but it couldn't move Celt's heart. His sharp gray eyes were like blades.
A little creature that may or may not be obedient.
If they don't obey, then the only option is to discard them, erase their memories, or simply leave them on the battlefield outside the starship.
He will soon be scrapped and disappear into the vast battlefield.
The next moment, the beautiful little male insect knelt down.
Perhaps out of anger, a crimson hue quickly crept up the young male's ears and nape.
Fragile and beautiful, this beautiful neck could break with just a little force, Celtic's breath hitched slightly.
Celt's strong, muscular thighs parted towards the young male insect, his eyes deep and intense.
"come over."
boom--
Hill felt his whole body burning up, his reason almost boiling over like a bucket of water. He dared not raise his hand, and slowly moved his knees forward, inching closer to the marshal's side.
The marshal was looking for male insect lovers, so he said he wanted to...
Hill's earlobes were so red they were almost dripping blood. His knees stopped near the marshal's boots, and then he slowly tilted his head back, his fair nose twitching slightly as he sniffed like a small animal.
The Marshal's pheromones!
The smell of gunpowder! So chilling, as if still carrying the lingering scent of slaughter.
So close, separated only by a layer of fabric, is the place where the Marshal's pheromones are most concentrated. Hill felt uneasy.
He had indeed studied how to be a lover and even watched many related videos. Although it was usually the female who took the initiative, at this moment he was even a little flustered. His palms were covered in cold sweat and he couldn't help but clench them tighter, which inevitably made him look clumsy. He couldn't figure out how to do it for a long time.
Celtic's gaze shifted downwards and he saw the little male insect's clenched hands. A dark glint flashed in his eyes, and his black military boots moved to step on the back of the hands, slowly pressing down.
The military boots had hard soles, and the black boots pressing down on the little male insect's fair palms were very intimidating.
The stinging sensation immediately put the young male insect in a state of urgency. If he didn't perform well, would the general find another insect? He couldn't bear to think about it; just thinking about it made his heart ache.
The insect should normally be disgusted by the aggressive pheromones of the female insect, but because it is the scent of a marshal, it not only does not dislike it, but even wants to get closer.
The little male insect's white skin almost immediately turned red, and its green eyes trembled, its thick, long eyelashes fluttering slightly on its knees.
With the recent intense fighting and the approaching period of mental energy turmoil, Celt had been in a state of agitation for a long time. Celt's breathing became slightly heavy, and his hand, with its prominent veins, mercilessly gripped that beautiful face.
The young male insect dared not resist, and even slightly raised its head as if to comply, only its hands, which were being stepped on by military boots, clenched tightly without restraint.
A beautiful, perfect face that doesn't resemble that of a lowly male insect.
The marshal's insect claw gripped Hill's chin. The claw was hot, powerful, and forceful. There was a horizontal scar on the back of his hand, left from the battle in the Rahu system seven years ago. It had not yet healed because of the unsolved toxin.
Hill knew the battles that made the Marshal famous by heart.
It is said that this toxin recurs every year, constantly causing the insects to feel the pain of having their bones gnawed away.
Hill's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously lowered his head slightly.
He pressed a kiss onto the marshal's scar.
Author's Note:
The Marshal bullied Hill; he'll get his revenge someday. [doge emoji]
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