Chapter 3 Turning Against Each Other "What could we possibly have..."
The chirping of birds in the mountains woke Fipos.
When Fei Pos opened his eyes, he felt a sense of disorientation, as if he had been transported to another world and didn't know where he was.
The feeling that followed was comfort, very comfort.
Ever since his mental energy began to surge, his mental sea has been shrouded in a hazy gray mist, with turbulent waves and no sign of life.
But this time when he woke up, the layer of gray fog had completely dissipated, and his mental sea had become calmer than ever before, and his perception was clearer than ever before.
Fipos let out a comfortable sigh. (Please read carefully, reviewer, this is just a description of a character waking up!)
Just as I was about to get up, a wave of lingering fatigue washed over me, and my joints ached more than ever before.
Vast expanses of indelible red.
Water was dripping from the rocks above their heads.
Fepos pursed her lips, a blush spreading from her neck to her ears.
Along with the physical discomfort came a flood of crazy and chaotic memories.
Faber blushed as he experienced this unusual morning for the first time, covering his face with his hands and trying to ignore the strange feeling in his body as he propped himself up.
His sense of shame returned, and he just wanted to deceive himself that the female insect from yesterday wasn't him.
Suddenly, an arm appeared out from under the demon's body.
Fipos was pulled by the moon and fell into a warm embrace.
The temperature of another completely different body came through, causing the entire insect, Fepos, to freeze.
The water dripped from the rocks in the cave even faster.
"Forehead."
Normally, this amount of force wouldn't even be enough to tickle him, but now it's different.
"Sweetie, sleep a little longer." The culprit was clearly still half asleep, so she subconsciously patted his back gently and mumbled something to coax him.
Fipos then remembered the person he had a one-night stand with the day before.
Surprise filled Fei Posi's eyes. "I didn't expect the noble young master to still be alive, and he seems to be doing quite well?"
According to his plan, this insect should have turned into a corpse, and should have been part of a trap to convict him. How could it still be alive and well?
Could he be an S-class male? But how could a rare S-class male appear here?
Before she could figure out the answer to her doubts, her attention was drawn to the young master's appearance.
This person was exactly the same as the one he had seen yesterday when he was not thinking clearly; he had a handsome appearance that perfectly suited his taste, and he was amazed at first glance.
Her lips were a vibrant red, her skin was as white as jade, and her hair was jet black and glossy.
And that splash of red he saw when he was dazed was the bright red beauty mark under the man's eye, which added a touch of gentleness and affection to his noble appearance.
Her noble appearance is like a flower nurtured with the resources of the entire nation, requiring someone to cherish her and nourish her with their own blood and sweat.
If he were placed on a central planet, based solely on his appearance, a whole bunch of shameless people would flock to him and become his female slaves, not to mention that he might be a high-ranking male insect.
Thinking about it this way, Fei Poss felt somewhat unhappy.
Perhaps it was possessiveness at play, Phipps thought, "This worm would be better off as a corpse."
He pursed his lips, stood up abruptly, and shoved Vinson's hand away.
Vison was jolted awake by Fipos's sudden movements and opened his eyes somewhat dazedly.
He stared at the cave with his eyes open, then regained his senses and kept thinking back.
Yesterday, the cave, orange flavor, wife, Feibosi.
Yes!
He's married now.
Thinking of this, he moved his empty hand that had been left aside.
Where is his wife?
Vincent rubbed his eyes and got up in surprise, only to see his wife's beautifully shaped, smooth-lined, and muscular back.
It shone brightly under the light, like a piece of chocolate that you would want to savor and hold in your mouth.
He savored it inch by inch yesterday, and it was indeed extremely delicious.
There were also scratches he had accidentally added yesterday, and of course, many more were intentional bite marks.
Vincent licked his lips, savoring the moment, and his ears and neck flushed red.
Although it was somewhat unexpected and fast-paced, and not in his life plan, his wife is truly wonderful.
He has a good temper. Yesterday, he said "this is the last time" several times and even wanted to change positions. His wife didn't get angry with him and obediently listened to him and let him do as he pleased.
Her face is so pretty...
She has a great figure too...
"Hiss." Just by getting up quickly, Feibos had to hold his waist and gasp for breath.
Feibosi looked at the marks all over his body, and his already flushed face became so hot that it seemed as if he was about to burst into steam.
It's said that male insects despise female insects to the extreme, usually only whipping them and refusing to touch them. So what's going on with this male insect he encountered? Moreover, female insects are always strong and resilient, so how much strength did this guy use?
Vincent only came to his senses when he heard his wife gasp for breath, and immediately moved closer to her.
"Would it feel better if I rubbed it?" Vincent raised his hand and gently rubbed his waist. He was completely devoid of the confrontation and bad temper he had shown when they first met. He even smiled at him with a hint of ingratiation, and his noble and proud face softened and became gentle because of this smile.
Feppos flinched slightly, feeling uneasy; he had never been this close before.
Fepous glanced at the large expanse of skin exposed on the male insect. It was fair yet lean, and although its abdominal muscles were thin, the strength hidden within had caused him great suffering yesterday.
"Your Excellency, please put on some clothes; it's chilly here."
Even knowing that this gentleman was different from the other delicate males who would faint at the slightest breeze, he still couldn't help but remind him.
Moreover, this gentleman is fair-skinned, tall, and slender, with delicate features, looking even more tender than most of the short and stout male insects.
"Oh, it's alright, I'm perfectly fine. Let me help you get dressed first." Vincent reluctantly withdrew his hand, glanced at his own body, and said nonchalantly. He then naturally entered the role of "considerate partner," getting up to help Feibos find the clothes he had thrown away somewhere during their entanglement.
Fipos was stunned by his words. What kind of logic is it for a male insect to find clothes for a female insect to change into?
Female insects would fight tooth and nail to dress male insects, and even he had never heard of a male insect dressing a female insect.
While he was still in shock, Vison had already returned with the clothes.
He carefully helped Fei Bos put on his clothes: a military shirt, trousers, belt, coat, and some strange chains.
Vison looked at the chain on his hand with a puzzled expression, and seeing that Fipos was still somewhat dazed, he put the chain on Fipos according to his own understanding.
Then I helped my wife style her incredibly soft and smooth hair.
Okay, all done. Although my wife's clothes are a bit odd, it doesn't detract from her beauty at all.
Vincent looked at his work, clapped his hands, and felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in dressing up his wife, just as excited as when he successfully assembled a machine for the first time.
It was only then that Fei Pos came to his senses. He looked at his neatly dressed clothes, though the chain... and then at Vincent, who was smiling brightly at him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Do you like dressing up female insects?" He was so surprised that he asked without thinking, forgetting to use honorifics. This was completely beyond his expectations.
"Huh? What female insect?" Vincent automatically rephrased his words in a way he could understand, "Wearing clothes?"
Vincent savored the joy of dressing up his wife and said happily, "I love dressing you. From now on, I can help you dress and comb your hair."
Feibo pursed his lips, lost in thought, and remained silent.
"Still sore? Don't be upset, I promise I'll be gentler next time." Vincent quickly picked up his clothes and put them on, then moved closer to Feppos.
Seeing the displeased look on Fipos's face, and remembering the redness and swelling he had seen after yesterday's event, Vincent felt a little guilty and quickly reached out his warm, slender fingers to continue massaging Fipos's waist.
The perfect touch, the gentle and patient eyes of the person before him, and the focused expression brought Fepous back to his senses, but also plunged him into a deeper state of confusion.
Unable to find a solution to his problem, Feppos, as usual, spoke coldly, completely devoid of yesterday's charm: "Your Excellency need not do this, nor will there be a next time."
“Okay, okay, I won’t hurt you next time.” Vison automatically interpreted Fipos’s words as “I can’t make it so sore next time.”
So Vincent nodded with extra sincerity, focusing even more intently on massaging Feppos, and quietly asked the question he had kept hidden all night: "When are we getting married?"
Caught off guard, Phipps coughed repeatedly at the question that came out so naturally. "Ahem, are you joking, sir?"
Which male insect would so easily offer up the position of female lord, especially to a female lord it already has?
This male insect was clearly looking for his own amusement and even tried to deceive him with casually told lies, openly wanting to add this important bargaining chip to the power he represented.
It's his fault.
He even made a fuss over such trivial things as dressing him, combing his hair, and giving him a massage.
Fipos inwardly cursed the turmoil in his heart, and his already unpleasant expression turned even colder.
Fipos grabbed the hand that Vincent was massaging him with, his tone tinged with annoyance and indifference, "What I mean is, there will be no more contact like this, we have no relationship whatsoever, let alone an engagement, do you understand, Your Excellency?"
Vison was taken aback by his coldness. Ignoring the pain in her hand from being gripped so tightly, she leaned closer to him, her eyes filled with panic: "What are you saying, Feppos? We... how could we not do it again? We... we are..."
Vison was too anxious to speak. He glanced at the indifferent-looking Fipos.
His body was covered in traces of him, and the scattered liquids indicated their intimate night together. The scent of oranges still lingered in the air, but the owner of the scent had already turned against him.
Seeing his serious expression, Fei Pos was incredibly agitated. At this point, was he still going to put on an act?
He stood up, irritably rubbing his hair, messing up the long hair that Vincent had just patiently straightened for him, as if he were using it to fight against something.
“What relationship could we possibly have? I just happen to need you, nothing more. If it weren’t for your good fortune, you would have been a corpse this morning, part of my plan.” Fipos stared directly at him, looking down at him with cold, sarcastic words, using polite language but concealing an undisguised murderous intent.
Vison's heart froze at the words Fipos had spoken, and his heart skipped a beat.
He looked at the faint red marks on Phibes' neck, then at the remaining liquid on the ground, and tried to put up a last stand: "But we even did that."
If you've even done that, aren't you lovers?
Vison admits that he is an old-fashioned and conservative person.
In his world, there are no one-night stands or casual sex partners. For him, the only people he can do such intimate things with are his life partners, the ones he wants to build a "family" with.
When Faber heard this, he assumed that Vison was trying to threaten him. Ha, what a cliché.
Previously, the male insect Egra had tried to drug him, hoping to force him into marriage, ruin his reputation, and make him his female servant.
Unfortunately, it had no effect.
Thinking of this, a look of disgust flashed in Fei Pos's eyes.
His words were like ice, carrying a hidden warning: "Your Excellency, I don't take this to heart, nor do I need you to take responsibility. I hope you won't take this to heart either, and just consider it an accident."
A note from the author:
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You must be heartbroken, poor little Sensen.
It's like talking to a brick wall.
Some bugs don't need to be caught. This chapter has been locked multiple times, and I spent a whole day revising it (burning through QAQ).
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