Chapter 8 Pheromones "Your Excellency, may I...?"
Finally, the AI produced a result.
Ilya frowned, looking puzzled, as he stared at the results displayed on the AI.
According to the AI, a fingerprint scan of Vinson was performed for matching, but no matching information was found in the Zerg database, meaning he was an unregistered individual. However, the Zerg hive confirmed his Zerg identity; he was a genuine male Zerg, an offspring born outside the hive.
Abandoned male insect?
What a joke! That word has absolutely no way to describe this noble and handsome male insect.
Besides, who would dare abandon a noble male insect? Many families ascend to the main star by producing high-ranking male insects.
The higher the rank of the male insect, the more attractive it is. Just by looking at Lord Vison's appearance, you can tell that his rank is definitely not low, not to mention that he has also appeased the general.
What exactly went wrong?
As if sensing his thoughts, Vincent spoke up, putting on an extremely innocent look: "I don't know why I'm here either."
Vincent understood that rather than waiting for them to ask, it was better to confess himself and take the initiative.
He was quite surprised that the AI identified him as a male insect, but in any case, it was good news.
This world is exceptionally tolerant of male insects; once it is confirmed that he is indeed a male, other minor details will not be investigated.
“I’ve forgotten a lot of things, I only remember my name.” He lowered his head, his tone filled with a deep sense of loss and sadness that he tried to hide but couldn’t. “I’ve forgotten everything else, my family and friends, I’ve forgotten where I came from.”
He lowered his head, his black eyelashes casting long shadows, looking as if he would lose control and burst into tears if he continued asking questions.
When the other insects saw Visen like this, they felt like they were poking at the wounds of the male insect in front of them, so how could they dare to ask any more questions?
"I deserve to die," all the insects thought in unison.
"Let's continue playing with mechanical components, Your Excellency Vison."
"Yes, yes, yes, you almost broke the military's record just now. Please do it again. This time you will definitely break the record."
"That's right, that's right..."
A group of insects stiffly changed the subject. Despite being known as clumsy and cold female soldiers, they were now racking their brains to become soft and gentle in order to comfort the disappointed lord.
"Although we don't know whose evil deeds led you to this state, we will definitely bring you home safely." Ilya, who had been imagining a bunch of male insects being abducted, suppressed his anger and solemnly said to Vinson.
Not only was he angry, but all the female soldiers who heard about it felt sorry for Vison's plight and were inevitably angry at the "culprit" who had caused the male insect to end up in this dilapidated cave.
Harming male insects is a serious crime, and trafficking male insects is a capital offense.
The male insects are the empire's most precious treasure, and all female soldiers swore an oath to protect all the male insects with their lives when they joined the army.
"Yes, leave it to us, Your Excellency."
"We will definitely catch the culprit who caused your downfall."
"That's right, that's right!"
"Okay, thank you." He didn't know what they were implying, but his identity issue was thus resolved.
Vison felt quite relaxed and was in an exceptionally good mood, giving them a rare and genuinely beautiful smile.
A group of insects were so confused they were dizzy.
So when Fipos returned, he overheard some of his men making a "heartfelt confession" to Vincent.
"Your Excellency Vincent, you are very handsome."
"You have such a talent for mechanics, you're amazing."
Fipos paused for a moment. Vison, that name was like a key to unlocking a jumbled memory.
Yes, Vison, he told him, but he didn't hear it at the time.
When his gaze fell on the male insect, who was surrounded by other insects and had a very handsome smile, Feppos seemed to see the same smile he had given when he told Feppos his name earlier—a smile that was incredibly soft.
“Lord Vison.” His deep voice was like the most carefully crafted liquor, intoxicating with just a sip. He enunciated slowly and clearly, as if calling out a name, or as if trying to etch the name into his own heart. But the person being called felt a strange, dizzy feeling, as if he were drunk.
Vison was feeling that way right now—his body was hot and his head was spinning.
Ilya and the others had called his name many times just now, using only ordinary terms.
But when Fipos shouted, it was as if he were flirting with him.
The insect only shouted once, and it brought his memory back to that late night.
At that moment, Phibos was soaked to the bone, drenched in sweat, his face flushed with a deep red that even his dark bronze skin couldn't conceal. After struggling to climb onto him and take control of the meaningless position, he finally laughed and called out to him in that deep, hoarse voice, "My Lord."
Thinking about this, he felt uneasy all over, but luckily the table shielded him from the urge.
"What is it?" Vincent asked, his clear voice now slightly hoarse, as if he had been bewitched.
When the other insects saw that the general had returned, and that he looked extremely unhappy, they all became as silent as quails.
"Nobody has a job?" Instead of answering Vincent's question immediately, Fepos asked his men who were watching the show in a deep voice.
At work, the worst thing is when your boss asks if you don't have a job.
This is also true for the Zerg.
Even though the handsome and rare male insect was still sitting there, the accumulated pressure from Fepois caused a group of insects to scatter in all directions, leaving this space to the two of them.
Fipos came over, but didn't say anything. He just looked at him quietly with his eyes lowered, quiet and focused, like a knight.
Vison was unusually guilty. He had refused to give his name when Fipos asked him, but then casually told Ilya and the others his name.
In particular, Ilya had just said to him with emotion, "The general just told me not to ask your name. I thought you were very reluctant, and I was worried for a long time."
But then I realized that it was clearly Fipos who forgot first.
That's right, so he has nothing to be ashamed of.
Vison immediately convinced himself and met Fipos's now dark red eyes with a righteous indignation.
"What's the matter?" Vincent preemptively asked.
"May I have the honor of calling you Lord Vison?" After a long pause, Fei Pos uttered these words, his tone as flat as asking "What are we having for dinner today?", his emotions unreadable.
Vison thought he was there to forcibly take him away for examination, but he didn't expect him to stand there for a long time and only say this one sentence, without responding for a while.
"Is that not allowed?" Because of the check-up, the military cap was in Fei Bosi's hand.
Now, as he lowered his head, his long, unbound white hair fell down, and his white eyelashes obscured his aggressive red pupils, making him appear exceptionally harmless, vulnerable, and lost, completely unlike an imperial general.
Vison couldn't stand him like this, which reminded him of the tragic end of Phibes described in the book.
Call me whatever you want.
Fipos laughed, as if he had obtained some treasure, and even called out for confirmation, "Lord Vison."
"Um."
He became visibly happier after receiving a response from Vison.
He was already a handsome man with sharp features, white hair and red eyes. This smile directly hit Vincent's heart, as if he had returned to the cave where they were entangled, and after Fepos was satisfied, he lay on Vincent and smiled at him with a satisfied expression.
What's going on? Is the spaceship's ventilation system malfunctioning? It's so hot!
Vison turned his eyes, touched his burning ears, and gritted his teeth.
A cool hand touched Vison's forehead.
Vincent was very familiar with these hands. The fingers were long and slender with prominent veins. They were usually slightly cool, but they would warm up quickly. There was a thin layer of calluses on the hands. He had carefully touched every inch of these hands, kissed them, and felt them deeply.
Warm breaths gradually approached Vison's cheek as he asked with concern, as if asking a question.
"Do you have a fever? Your face is so red."
Vison hurriedly pushed his hand away, jumped off the chair, and walked ahead with his head down: "No, it's just too stuffy here. Show me around."
“Yes, Your Excellency Vison.” Fipos was still a little worried, but he obediently followed and kept a half-step distance behind Vison as he introduced him to the various areas of the spaceship.
Staying half a step behind is a courtesy to be observed when facing a superior male insect.
"This is the dining area, which is open 24 hours a day. You are welcome to dine here at any time."
"This is the communal gym and rest area..."
"Phew, this is the insect doctor's clinic..."
Fipos carefully explained the various areas of the spaceship to Vincent, but Vincent listened with little interest and walked faster and faster.
But as they walked, Vison suddenly noticed that although Fipos's expression didn't reveal anything, his breathing was becoming more and more obvious, and although he had initially kept a strict half-step distance from him, he was now a step behind.
Vison stopped, turned around, and looked intently at Fipos.
Fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" Although it was a question, Vison spoke with an extremely certain tone, as if he wouldn't give up until he told him.
Fipos stared intently at Vison, his eyes dark, like a wolf restraining itself from lunging at its prey. He took a deep breath, trying his best to hide the strangeness in his body; he knew he looked extremely disheveled.
"I must restrain myself; there can't be a second time," Fipese constantly admonished himself.
Male insects are very precious and stingy with their pheromones.
Because pheromones contain traces of spiritual energy, and excessive consumption of spiritual energy can cause irreversible damage to the male insects' bodies, the male insects feel that they will be injured as long as they release pheromones, so they all strictly control their pheromones.
Aside from the almost negligible natural release of pheromones, they are only released when the female insect is forced to provide her with emotional comfort, and when emitting spiritual energy, they inevitably release some pheromones.
Or, occasionally, when they feel like it, they might release a little bit of pheromones while disciplining the female insects. Watching the female insects become aroused, abandoning all dignity, they would crawl impatiently to their feet, begging for their attention.
After all, no female insect can escape the control of her male's pheromones.
Because of his status, Feibosi had attended some noble gatherings, seen too many despicable yet self-proclaimed noble male insects, witnessed too many chaotic performances that did not treat female insects as insects, and was forced to smell too many male insect pheromones that made him nauseous.
Before meeting Vinson, he was glad that his level was high enough that he was not controlled by any male insect pheromones, and even felt disgusted by them. But after meeting Vinson and being comforted by him, he realized that he was very wrong.
The cold, glacial smell, however, became the most potent medicine for him, who was still suffering from the aftereffects of the soothing treatment.
Moreover, it seems that the person opposite him has not yet mastered the skill of controlling pheromones. He had sensed this when a large amount of pheromones rampaged through his body last time.
He released a lot of pheromones.
From the moment he stood beside him, the scent of glaciers and snowfields was ever-present. At first, it was faint, and he could still control it, but as they walked, the scent of ice and snow became stronger and more unrestrained.
Then, the air was filled with it, and he felt as if he had fallen into ice and snow, and was completely captured.
They slipped into the gaps in his clothes, wandering around and causing a dense, itchy sensation on his skin, as if his entire body was being watched and caressed.
They seemed to transform into viscous, invisible tentacles, crawling all over his body, tightly binding and pulling at his four limbs, making it difficult for him to even take a single step forward.
The "instigator" looked at him with an innocent and naive expression and asked what happened.
Finally, Fepos could no longer control himself. Before his body went out of control, he sighed in defeat and spoke with red eyes.
"Sir, could you please turn off your pheromones?"
A note from the author:
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Fei: No one is allowed to look at my wife! (Huang Dou gets angry)
No wonder they're a married couple, their acting skills are identical!
I feel like I'm a total die-hard fan of this couple, it was so satisfying to write about them (it sounds weird, but it's not).
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