Chapter 10
"Why is it only a D-level? That damn crappy machine is broken again?"
The short-tempered female insect kicked the testing machine, causing it to shake, and the sound grew louder as it approached.
A female insect angrily cursed, "Damn it! With such strong mental power, I thought it was a high-level male insect, but it turns out it's only a D-level? What's a D-level worth? What bad luck!"
"Beep beep—" the machine emitted a piercing alarm.
"Woke up so quickly? With such strong drug resistance and such a low level, another injection will take it away. At least a D-grade insect will still be a male."
Where was he taken? Where is the marshal? Has the marshal noticed he's missing?
Will the marshal come to his rescue? He's just a little male pet, and he's caused the marshal trouble...
The cold, rough needle pierced his vein, and icy liquid flowed into his body. Hill tried his best to stay conscious, but his consciousness soon faded again.
A large hand patted his face affectionately.
"Tsk, although it's a low-level male insect, its face is indeed beautiful. Give it a shot of concentrated pheromones and take it to the bottom-tier auction house."
"A D-rank item can be played to your heart's content for just a few tens of thousands of star coins, haha."
No......
Get out of here...
Take your hand away...
......
It's hot, very hot. It feels like the whole insect has been put into boiling water and then fished out. My body is running a high fever. Is this an early second stage of advancement?
So thirsty, so thirsty, my throat is so dry...
My hands, I can't move them, they're handcuffed to my sides. My legs are immobile too. Everything is so dark, why are my eyes covered as well? Where am I? Are there bugs? What are they going to do with me tied up?
"Hmm..."
Its mouth was also covered with cloth, so it couldn't make a sound.
The handsome little male insect on the bed woke up from his deep sleep. He first tried to move his body, but when he found that he could not move, he began to struggle. His only movable slender fingers groped left and right, and his prominent Adam's apple bobbed restlessly.
Soon, her wrists were marked with bright red marks from the struggle.
He was wearing a white shirt, the collar of which had popped open in two places as he struggled, revealing a glimpse of his fair collarbone.
Short, light-gold hair fell down, revealing a smooth forehead. The black fabric over his eyes and lips made the little male insect's skin appear even paler, like the heavy snow that falls regularly every November on an artificial planet.
Footsteps—
There are bugs around—
He wasn't the only insect here. His surprise was abruptly extinguished as a hot, broad bone landed on his leg, freezing Hill completely.
Phrases like "lower-level auction house" and "you can play to your heart's content for just a few tens of thousands of star coins" kept playing in his mind.
He thought of the male insect trapped on the auction stage. In the vast black market auction, any female insect that caught his eye could be used and played with as long as he paid.
Completely naked, utterly devoid of dignity, they can be electrocuted for 500 star coins, and then surrounded by all the female insects...
The hand moved upwards, gliding over his knees and the back of his knees, leaving a burning heat with every inch it touched, causing Hill to tremble uncontrollably.
This is a female insect. Even without smelling pheromones, female insects generally have a much higher body temperature than male insects, so this is definitely a strong female insect!
At the crucial point, the hand stopped.
Hill's entire body was tense, awaiting his fate.
The hand that had been there suddenly became sharp, and with a snap, the female insect's claws turned into insects.
"Hmm—"
No, no, only the Marshal can! No other insects can. He can give other things, but not this: star coins, as many star coins as you want—
The young male struggled desperately, his wrists scraping blood from the handcuffs, his head twisting wildly in an attempt to break free of the cloth, but to no avail; the cloth only left a mark on his face.
His will was useless and could not stop the female insect at all. The medicine that had just been injected was faulty. He could not concentrate his mental energy, and his body was still being subjected to wave after wave of intense heat.
The fatal spot was exposed to the cold air.
Perhaps this is an underground auction house, with countless female insects watching him. The thought made Hill tremble.
He felt the icy wind sweep over him, cold, but it was quickly grasped by a hot hand, and the little male insect could not help but let out a muffled trembling hum.
"Hmm..."
It's so hot...
let go.......
This is the hand of a robust female insect, rough and powerful, with broad and stiff knuckles, covered with crisscrossing wounds; even a light touch brings unbearable discomfort.
The male is very clean, with white skin all over its body, which contrasts sharply with the bronze skin of the female.
It was so hot, it hurt a little. He didn't want to, but he couldn't go against the nature of the insect race. It was shamefully comfortable, and he wanted to continue. No insect had ever treated him like this before.
The female insect's movements were not gentle, even somewhat rough. Her rough thumb rubbed the tip, gripping it tightly. Hill felt some pain, but her body, controlled by the drug, became even more distracted.
The female insect swiftly pushed him to the peak of emptiness, showing no mercy, and Hill's struggles seemed more like an attempt to yield.
Ugh... No, I can't! It must be because of the drug. He can barely control the release of his pheromones. The pheromones are surging out wildly, like a ripe berry about to burst open.
The female insect clenched her fist tightly.
"Hmm..."
The large amount of pheromones carried in the liquid splashed out, filling the entire space with the scent of jade. Hill felt as if he were a plaything in the hands of the female insect, at her mercy.
All that remained before me was a vast, blank expanse.
But it wasn't over yet. The scalding insect claws rubbed all of that stuff onto his collarbone, and the hand continued forward, gripping his jaw. Hill felt a cool sensation on his face, and his breathing became easier.
The cold, bloody claws tore through the cloth covering his mouth; the slightest misstep would leave his face covered in blood.
The little male insect was trembling all over, its back slightly arched, and physiological tears soaked the black cloth, sliding down from the edge. It was not hard to imagine what its beautiful emerald green eyes looked like with mist and water stains.
Finally freed, her lips were red from struggling and rubbing, and she gasped for breath, her upturned nose covered in fine beads of sweat.
The young male insect, sensing a chance to speak, hurriedly slammed his hands on the alloy plate. The pain briefly brought him back to his senses: "Who are you?"
His voice was hoarse and thick with nasal tone, on the verge of collapse: "Let me go, you can have anything you want—"
"Hmm..."
Rough fingers were shoved directly into his mouth, silencing him from saying the rest of his words.
The strong pheromones belonging to him choked the little male insect, and he physiologically wanted to gag, but his jaw was choked and he could not move.
The soft tongue could not resist the intruder and was pinched by two strong fingers, being bullied in a way that mimicked some kind of primal act of offense.
Sticky saliva dripped out as the little male insect tried to forcefully close its teeth to bite off the female insect's finger, but tragically, it was not strong enough and was forcibly pried open again after it bit down.
In return, they were met with even more aggressive treatment.
"No! Um, I... I have a favorite insect..."
The offensive to conquer and seize territory suddenly stopped, and the finger was pulled out of his mouth.
Hill couldn't believe she'd received pity, and continued in a hoarse voice, "I...I already have a queen, I can't..."
But he heard the sound of fabric being torn, a sharp crack, like a belt, military boots, clothes, or something being thrown to the ground, and he instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
Sure enough, the next moment a warm and strong body straddled him.
The female insect sat on him, and he could even feel the heat being conducted from the point of contact, so close and intimate.
Hill felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
There's no way he's going to let him go! Instead, he wants to get straight to the point. There's no chance now; the marshal won't be able to save him in time. No, this can't be!
The little male insect, which had been struggling just moments before, became eerily calm at this moment, although its body was still trembling slightly.
Whether it was tears or sweat, the cloth covering his eyes was soaked. The mental energy that had just been trying to spread outward to fight back began to contract inward, returning entirely to the male insect's body.
His lips were cracked, his pale, delicate face was a mess, and his voice, hoarse yet cold from the recent ordeal, said, "If you continue, you'll regret it—"
The mental energy was strangely compressed within his body, compressed to its limit, and signs appeared on the insect core that it would soon begin to collapse from the inside out.
If you knew who I was—
This exquisite little creature surprisingly displayed a resolute determination to face death.
At the last moment, a deep voice echoed in the silent space: "Who is it?"
At the same time, the female insect showed no mercy and went all the way to the bottom.
“Ugh…” Hot, wet tears welled up in his beautiful eyes, soaking the black cloth covering his eyes. He choked out, “Yes, the Marshal’s little dog.”
Author's Note:
Mmm, he's a very, very well-behaved puppy. [Please][Please][Please]
I feel like both blue and white have their fans, and I'm really torn. I guess I'll put blue on the shelf for a while [please], then white for a while [bunny-eared emoji]. When I have more money, I'll get a pretty cover made for Baby Hill [cat emoji].
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