Chapter 46
The punishment room was dark and gloomy, and no particular female insect dared to come and whip Marshal Celt. The only thing that happened was an electric current that flowed through it every half hour.
Pitch black, cold, with only the occasional sound of the ventilation system, the powerful female insect remained standing, her hands and feet embedded in alloy chains.
Even the strongest body is still just flesh and blood. Every time an electric current passes through, the smooth muscle lines tense up, and after the electric shock leaves, the female insect's forehead is covered with a dense layer of sweat.
In such darkness, even breathing becomes especially heavy.
In the endless darkness, Celtic silently opened his eyes.
It was already past midnight when he brought Hill back to the starship. For energy and rest reasons, not all the lights on the starship were turned on, making the passageway somewhat dim. The lights gradually came on with the footsteps of the female insect.
The light wasn't bright enough, and Hill's eyes remained closed the entire way. He lay in his arms, his closed eyes showing a hint of moisture.
He slowly opened his heavy eyelids only after Celtic turned on all the lights in the bedroom.
"Where did you place the Third Prince? That insect has claustrophobia, you know. It's raining so hard and it's so dark. Since there's nothing else here, I think we should go find that little male insect."
A long-forgotten voice silently appeared in Celtic's mind: Sirius's meaningful words from the night of the victory celebration.
Hill has claustrophobia.
He locked him in a dark bedroom for a full two weeks, allowing him to endure a long period of tanning.
The fiery glow of the markings on the female insect's body signified the turmoil in her emotions. The punishment chamber detected signs of the female insect losing control, and the enhanced electric current illuminated the dimly lit punishment chamber.
The female insect let out a muffled groan, clenching her fists tightly, but only waiting for the second electric current to strike.
He had begged him.
"Marshal, don't go! I'm scared! Don't leave me, a mere insect, here..."
His hands, still red from the heat of his pubic hair growth, were burning hot as he gripped his uniform tightly. In the darkness, his unmasked, deep blue eyes were constantly streaming with tears, like an inexhaustible spring.
These scalding tears would cloud the female insect's judgment, so he left her there without hesitation.
He still remembered Hill's pained voice repeating and murmuring over and over again: "I love the Marshal, and that's why I came to his side..."
There's no other reason, no conspiracy, it's simply because I like you.
"I love you..."
I love you.
The third electric current struck, reopening the unhealed wound and causing it to bleed profusely.
No matter what Hill's intentions were in approaching him, the male insect only had one second evolution. Hill chose him, and he ruined Hillgard's life.
His progress was problematic, which led to some functional impairments.
The female insect suddenly closed her eyes, clenched her mandibles, and soon a bitter, bloody smell spread.
With twenty-four stars in a day, the backlog of military affairs was countless. Dick waited at the cabin door, but what he really wanted to know was the marshal's condition, not the military affairs.
Nutrient solutions and treatments were placed aside. After the agonizing final two minutes, the door to the disciplinary room opened.
“Marshal.” Dick stepped forward, the stench of blood lingering around him, yet this strongest female insect in the empire showed no signs of weakness.
"Where is Hill now?" His voice was somewhat hoarse, which Dick attributed to not having spoken for a day and a night.
"Marshal, you will be married to Prince Sirius in just over a month. Only Prince Sirius can keep you alive. You should know this very well, Hilgard—"
He can't let you live, whether it's because of the harm you've done to him or because of his own problems.
"Have you forgotten? We already got the answer six years ago."
Marshal Celt was always rational, but both now and six months ago, his crazy ideas that went beyond the laws of the empire made him feel a vague sense of fear.
Six months ago, he could tolerate it just for a dead insect, but now it's different. Getting close to Hilgard would inevitably alienate him from Prince Sirius.
“Dick—” Celt’s gray eyes stared coldly at him, without uttering a single harsh word that would put any insect under immense pressure, “Answer my question.”
Dick took a half step back, lowering his head unwillingly: "On Acheron, in Albert's manor."
Albert expressed his deepest apologies for yesterday's accident and specially invited Hilgard to the manor to rest.
Albert.
Celt's eyes were cold as he walked forward: "From now on, wherever Hilgard is, keep the light on, day and night."
As he walked, he dealt with urgent official business. When he reached his office, Dick placed the remaining documents on the table and left. Celtic walked toward his private bathroom while unbuttoning his military uniform.
Warm water flowed down her head, and only when no one knew her did the seemingly invincible female insect show a hint of fatigue.
Before the reunion, he could tolerate it, but after the reunion, his need for pheromones increased exponentially. Dick was right; only an S-class male insect could cure this level of pheromone demand.
He was so eager to see Hill, not just because of his physiological pheromone needs.
If it's just because of physiological liking, then there shouldn't be any pain coming from the location of the worm's core at this moment.
He should take a shower and get himself ready. Hill likes cleanliness; even his robes are spotless.
Like Albert.
But Sirius was the first to be seen.
Albert's estate was vast enough to accommodate several male insect princes. It is said that Nathaniel once came, but left in anger because of his poor relationship with Sirius.
Sirius leaned against the manor railing, holding a glass of local liquor, his long golden hair swaying like waves of wheat: "Does the Marshal harbor resentment towards my punishment?"
"I respect all of Your Highness's rights." This includes the punishment of the female insects, which is the price to pay for survival.
Sirius gave a soft chuckle: "Last night's attack must have been very frightening for Hill, and I don't want it to happen again."
"yes."
Sirius looked at the female insect in front of him. She really was like an emotionless sculpture, a perfect template for a female insect. He couldn't fathom the emotional elements within her. Could Hill really get what he wanted from such an insect?
Sirius changed the subject: "What do you think of Albert? Is he a good match for Hill?"
He stared intently at Celt's expression, watching his sharp brows furrow even deeper, before saying in a deep voice, "I am willing to respect all of Your Highness's choices."
Sirius silently raised his lips: "Is that so? Then please, Marshal, protect Hill until she completes her wedding."
"After all, the Empire only has one female insect that can suppress the 2S female, isn't that right?"
If you really can't stand by and watch Hill get married, can you maintain your composure until the very end?
The female insect in front of him lowered its head, and Albert, dressed in a white casual outfit, stepped into the restaurant not far away.
Behind the swaying shadows of the trees was a weary male insect, his long silver hair hanging down the back of the chair. He propped his forehead up, seemingly still a little groggy from waking up too early. The shadows of the leaves cast beautiful arcs between his eyebrows and eyes.
Celtic's gaze was fixed there.
Light footsteps echoed on the grass. Hill heard them and slowly opened his eyes after a while. A beautiful female insect bent over in front of him, her voice like a breath in his ear.
"Have I disturbed Your Highness?"
Hill was somewhat disoriented as he watched Albert bend down and gently place his lips on the back of Albert's hand, which was resting on his knee.
A very bold female insect.
Hill's pupils dilated slightly. His body was extremely sensitive, and the place where he had been kissed felt like it was crawling with tiny insects. He immediately pulled his hand away, but his lips involuntarily made a short, indistinct sound. The insects had fully awakened.
"I'm sorry, did I frighten Your Highness?" Albert's purple eyes widened hastily as he quickly bowed, looking extremely apologetic, but the smile in his eyes hadn't faded yet. "I heard that this is the procedure for the female empress of the empire to greet the male empress with 'Good morning'?"
"Your Highness, have I done something wrong?"
"If I have done something wrong, Your Highness can teach me."
She taught me how to be a proper female ruler, her eyes revealing an undisguised probing.
Hill felt a faint tingling sensation where he had been touched, and he shook his head as his fingertips curled slightly.
It's perfectly acceptable for the female ruler of the empire to kiss the male ruler and say good morning, but that's a proper etiquette for a female ruler after marriage. However, since Albert is his future female ruler, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
"You're taking advantage of the fact that Imperial and Federal etiquette are not mutually recognized; this is the second time." A glint of light flickered in Hill's beautiful eyes, carrying a hint of helplessness.
This helplessness usually represents tacit consent.
“But Your Highness doesn’t dislike it, does he?” Albert smiled triumphantly, somewhat pleased but not offensive to the insect.
He then made a very gentlemanly gesture: "Your Highness, the sun is shining brightly today. It is said that sunbathing is better for sleep. Would Your Highness like to try it?"
Hill looked up at the female insect with a leisurely air, and only slightly curled the corners of his mouth just as Albert was about to taste the bitterness of disappointment.
"OK."
A pale hand landed on Albert's hand. He was a little unable to stand up, and his brows furrowed slightly. Albert immediately stepped forward and helped the male insect to his feet.
Because of the support, the two insects' bodies inevitably drew closer, and their subtle warmth and pheromones slowly mingled.
Even the calmest female insect will unconsciously become breathless and slightly stiff when she gets close to the male. Hill, however, seemed to think it was not too much, and turned her head slightly, her azure eyes filled with doubt and innocence, with a sad expression.
"Is it because I'm heavy? Are I pressing down on you?" The male insect's light breath sprayed onto the female insect's neck, bringing with it a scorching heat.
Celtic's hands, which were braced against the door, suddenly clenched tightly. For a moment, he almost wanted to destroy everything around him. He forcibly suppressed his breathing, including his turbulent emotions.
It's very heavy, it pressed down on me.
What position is it?
The position of pressing down on the female insect?
Only Albert went in just now; without the summons of the male insect prince, even he himself could not have entered.
Albert, Celtic, chewed over the name word by word.
If any insects familiar with Celtic were present, they would have noticed the chilling intent brewing in his eyes.
Albert quickly recovered and smiled slightly, "I'm just flattered. Your Highness is too light. I'll prepare some Federation food for you at noon and invite you to taste it, okay?"
Author's Note:
Marshal: I respect all of Your Highness's decisions.
Anyone who actually believes that can just wait to die. [Lemon][Angry]
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