Chapter 10 Discovering “The General Keeps Him Alive…”
After several chance encounters with that gentleman on the spaceship, and each time being directly captured and tormented by the glacial pheromones in places unknown to the insects, only able to flee to the room in a panic under the gentleman's innocent and confused gaze, but still being made miserable by the vicious pheromones that followed him in, Feibos finally sensed that something was wrong.
The white, viscous substance and colorless slime mixed with the pure white water created a smell that finally masked the lingering glacial aroma.
Fipos sighed and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He knew that something was definitely wrong with him.
That's way too much.
He was controlled too much by that gentleman's pheromones, or rather, he craved those pheromones too much, to the point of addiction, which was highly abnormal.
Even if that gentleman comforted him, the subsequent dependence or aftereffects should not have lasted so long.
He can't help but want to get closer to that gentleman; sometimes his mind doesn't even register it, but his body moves towards him on its own.
He longed for him, wanted to be close to him, wanted him to touch him, to comfort him.
Moreover, ever since he took the contraceptive, he has sometimes felt intense abdominal pain, which can only be relieved when he is near that person and smells that glacial pheromone. Therefore, he longs to be by his side even more.
The insect doctor said this was normal imagination, but he felt inexplicably uneasy.
He clearly sensed that he was becoming increasingly out of control.
If this continues, one day he will completely disregard Vison's thoughts and trap him in his arms, turning the recurring illusions in his mind into reality.
He detests the binding of pheromones, the coercion of one party by the other, and he refuses to become the very thing he hates most.
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Separated by only a wall, Vison had no idea how much trouble his uncontrollable pheromones were causing the stern, imposing general.
He hasn't had a good time these past few days, but thankfully it's not too bad.
I heard that the spaceship will take more than a week to reach the Empire, and will stop on several planets along the way.
He hated being surrounded by crowds as always, hated being stared at, even by insects.
After discovering that the insects wouldn't harm him, Vison decided to stay in his room alone, only going out for meals.
But after two or three days, he found it incredibly boring. There was no internet, no cell phone, and no mechanical parts to play with in the room, so he had to go out and find some fun for himself.
Fortunately, he eventually found some enjoyment, such as hiding in a corner and fiddling with mechanical toys, while also appreciating a different side of the general.
Vincent had figured out exactly when and where Feibos would appear.
There's no other reason than that this insect is like an extremely self-disciplined robot; if you pay a little attention, you can figure out its daily routine.
This was completely different from how he usually acted in front of his subordinates; he always had a stern face and spoke very little when handling matters.
His already deep-set eyes, sharp brow bones, and when his eyebrows were lowered further, his eyes were fixed on him, and the corners of his lips were pulled up, the sense of oppression became extremely heavy. Coupled with the ferocity he had acquired from years of fighting in the military, few insects had the courage to look him directly in the eye.
This was very different from his original impression of Faber.
He thought he would be a very easy-going and approachable general, just as Ilya had portrayed him, just as he had first met him.
Of course, their initial encounters under different circumstances and conditions were not the same.
Although he no longer likes him, seeing him is almost like seeing a stranger.
Maybe.
But seeing Fipos's contrasting appearance still intrigued Vison.
He usually sees Feibos in the gym around dinnertime in the afternoon.
Without a doubt, Faber's physique was the most appealing to Vinson ever had ever seen. Completely different from the bulky physiques created by gyms or technology, it was the result of real military training and bloody combat, resulting in a lean build that looked good in clothes but was muscular underneath.
He was wearing a work vest, which revealed his broad and well-defined back muscles. Each beautiful chocolate-colored muscle exuded absolute power and a strong sense of security. You could also vaguely see the red marks left by his fingernails a few days ago. The light already gave the muscles an alluring sheen, and the red marks added an unspeakable allure to this already taut body.
His well-defined abs, which were faintly visible as his shirt hem flipped up, were a testament to his own hands; he had personally experienced the wonderful feel of their firm yet bouncy texture.
As you climb, the veins in your neck and arms will bulge with tension as you exert yourself.
When you lie down, your already full pectoral muscles will appear even fuller, and you might feel like you can't breathe if you're buried in them.
Yes, he did bury her, but it was just so-so, nothing special.
Vison pursed his lips and gave a somewhat defiant comment.
Although he no longer liked him, he still really enjoyed this kind of performance that could be described as a male bodhisattva.
However, despite being a general, he was quite stingy. Every time he looked at it for a short while, the insect would frown and stare at him, its face turning ashen, its eyes fierce, and its jaw muscles taut, as if it found his gaze particularly unbearable. Then it would turn away coldly and leave quickly.
Later, he discovered that Fipos began to avoid him intentionally or unintentionally, and even had Ilya tell him about his arrangements after he got off the spaceship.
He won't let me see it, and I don't really want to see it anyway.
Once again evaded, Vison tossed the mechanical toy he had assembled back and forth, feeling frustrated and annoyed.
Vison plans to go to the insect doctor's clinic tomorrow. He wants to learn how to control his pheromones. After all, according to Ilya, he will have to face many insects and undergo many tests after he gets off the spaceship.
If he still can't control his pheromones by then, it will not only be strange, but it will also cause trouble.
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Although Ilya's quantum computer had confirmed his male insect identity, Vincent was still extremely worried as the time for the checkup approached.
Having lived as a human for 24 years, the sudden transformation into an insect is particularly disorienting. Occasionally, thoughts would drift to the question of whether Ilya's quantum computer had made a mistake, leading to deeper anxieties.
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. When I was extremely tired, I smelled the deeply hidden scent of oranges, and it was as if a pair of kind hands gently patted and coaxed me to sleep.
At times like these, he would inevitably think of that orange-scented general.
Despite being such a sharp insect, its pheromones smelled completely different – sweet and harmless.
But the next day, Vison still inevitably sported dark circles under his eyes, wandering like a ghost with a piece of bread in his mouth, gloomily drifting in the corner of the restaurant.
It should still be early, as the restaurant was surprisingly empty.
No, it should be said that every time he came to the restaurant, the female soldiers would avoid him in a strange, tacit way.
The female soldiers didn't seem to like him much either.
Aside from their initial enthusiasm, there was the first time he was playing with mechanical components. A group of insects gathered around him, watching and praising him. After that, they wouldn't even make eye contact with him on ordinary days. Usually, if he looked at them, they would turn their heads away. Sometimes, when they were talking and he walked past them, they would instantly fall silent.
He could understand; after all, he was a stranger, not even a member of the military. But over time, he tried to avoid them and not bother them. As a result, he saw even fewer female soldiers.
Partly because of this, he could only stare at Feibos, but Feibos avoided him, so his surroundings were like a bug-free zone.
However, Vison was used to it. He was the same way when he was a human being. Many people avoided him, and he always kept to himself.
Vison walked toward the clinic, pointing to the direction that Fipos had pointed out in his memory.
But the spaceship was really big, and he accidentally walked into a complicated and narrow junction.
It seems I'm a bit lost.
Just as Vison was about to shout to check if there were any insects around, he suddenly saw voices coming from the passageway to his upper left.
"I really don't know what the general was thinking, why would he leave a male insect on our spaceship? When the Xiongbao Association finds out, they'll make a big fuss about it." An excited and young male voice, his tone filled with undisguised dissatisfaction, said, "And he's bewitched those idiots."
Visen knew who he was: Vitosi Lar, a very young, red-haired female soldier. He remembered him because he was the only one who didn't look away when Vitosi looked at him and even smiled at him. He had always thought that Vitosi couldn't be considered to dislike him.
Looking back now, I realize that the laugh was probably malicious.
"Vetoxi, can you be quiet? Stop talking like that. Didn't the general already warn you last time?" Another deep voice said, filled with barely concealed headache and impatience.
"Huh? Am I wrong? What use is a male insect, that kind of trash?" After being refuted, Vitosi's voice grew louder, "Yefer, haven't you already tasted the bitter fruit? Who was that poor wretch who was almost deprived of the right to go out by the male insects and had to return to the team late? It wasn't me."
"If you ask me, the proper way to use a male insect is to hang it up and extract its pheromones continuously." As he spoke, Vitoshi laughed out loud, his malice practically overflowing.
“The general has a use for him.” Yeffer didn’t argue further, wanting to end the topic quickly.
"Oh, then it's probably to extract his pheromones too." Vitosi deduced excitedly after hearing this, "After all, the crisis in the General's mental sea can no longer be hidden, and the General is a ruthless character who hates male insects so much."
"Do I need to recite to you what the consequences are if I'm caught talking about the General and the High-Ranking Male Insect?" Seeing that Vitosi wouldn't stop, Yefer finally lost his temper and looked at him coldly.
Not receiving a response from his companion, especially since this companion had been injured by the male insect and couldn't understand him, Vitoshi became furious. He angrily shut up and left, his military boots making a heavy thud in the corridor, carrying the anger of their owner.
Yeffer stood there watching Vitosi's departing figure, his eyes filled with undisguised coldness.
A note from the author:
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Seeing Fei Fei exercising, Sen Sen thought: Although I don't like him anymore, but... although I don't like him anymore, but...
Beware of Ilya's false propaganda!
I changed the couple's names, and I won't change them again. I hope it won't affect reading!
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