Chapter 18 Should we switch between chapters...?
Phibes had always had a keen intuition, which had saved him many times on the battlefield.
He had a vague feeling that if he didn't answer honestly this time, Vison might never talk to him again.
Fipos dropped his nonchalant expression and spoke honestly, "I don't know why, but I've been experiencing occasional pain lately, but it's nothing serious."
It's actually a big problem.
Although the attacks are not frequent, the pain is unbearable when they occur, causing the insect to lose consciousness, lose control of its body, and go completely blank.
Even after consulting top insect doctors, no cause could be found. They could only roughly deduce that it was a problem with mental turmoil, but his mental state had clearly stabilized a lot under Vison's treatment some time ago.
For this reason, he was forced to take a break for a period of time, not participating in the operation, but only in some decision-making, until the situation improved.
That's why he was invited by the First Military Academy to be an instructor for a period of time.
But Feppos had become accustomed to the various injuries and pains, so he didn't care about this at all, treating it as a post-war rest.
"I don't know why? It's not a big problem?" Vison narrowed his eyes dangerously, mimicking Fipose's nonchalant tone, repeating his words one by one.
Fipos looked at him with a puzzled expression, vaguely sensing that the person in front of him was angry, but he didn't know why. He nodded subconsciously and repeated, somewhat blankly, "Well, it's not a big problem."
Compared to his injuries and mental turmoil when he first left the battlefield, he is now in a much better state.
"Are you angry, Your Excellency Vison?"
Fei Bo paused for a moment, then looked at his expression and asked.
Vison considered himself to be a bad-tempered man who rarely got angry; he was the one who made others angry. But ever since he met Fipos, every time he met him, he felt like he had become a powder keg ready to ignite, and every word Fipos uttered was like a spark that ignited the last spark of that powder keg.
Moreover, the fire couldn't be directed at Phibes; he had to swallow it all himself each time.
Ultimately, what is there for him to be angry about? What right or status does he have to be angry?
He was in so much pain, yet he said he was fine. What right does he have to be angry because he doesn't take care of his own body?
He's a female soldier, much stronger than him, and a renowned General Fipers. Doesn't he know his own injuries? Who gave him the right to ask?
After he speaks up, he might be accused of being a busybody.
"No." Vinson had a sour face, clearly saying "I'm angry," but his mouth was as stubborn as a rock. He continued to stride forward as if in a huff, "Hurry up."
Is Your Excellency Vison concerned about him?
Fipos belatedly realized that this idea had surfaced.
My heart felt like it was filled with some inexplicable emotion, swollen and distended.
It was a very unfamiliar yet unexpected and not unpleasant feeling.
*
The quiet and loyal knight safely delivered the grumpy male insect to the First Military Academy.
He accompanied him to register, collect his books, make his bed, tidy up his dorm room, and even introduced him to the campus as a senior student.
Even when faced with verbal harassment and nitpicking from a grumpy male insect, he patiently accepted and tolerated it.
Vison wasn't one to dwell on things. After realizing he had no right to be angry, he vented his frustration internally and let the matter go amidst the beautiful scenery of the First Military Academy campus.
He transformed back into the handsome, noble, and aloof male insect, attracting countless insects to turn their heads and whisper among themselves. Even the cold-faced Imperial Weapon General Fepos, standing nearby, couldn't stop him.
As Fepos saw more and more prying eyes and heard more and more discussions, and watched the insects' increasingly uncontrollable desire to get closer, the corners of his mouth were lowered lower and lower, and his restraint unconsciously radiated, becoming heavier and heavier, until he saw a female insect try to get closer but was "pressed" back a step, and only then did he withdraw his gaze.
Vison knew nothing about this.
Because later on, Vincent's mind was no longer on his surroundings.
As time went on, with the swarm of insects growing larger and the space becoming increasingly confined, Phibos drew closer and closer to him, its orange-scented pheromones becoming like sticky tentacles, clinging tightly to his exposed skin.
He kept reaching out to touch it, but his fingers were tightly wrapped around it, like a child sucking on his fingers to draw out pheromones, accompanied by a dense itching and shame.
Unfortunately, Fipos was completely unaware of all this.
He finally managed to get Vison out of the insects' sight, enduring the craving for Vison's pheromones that his body was sending through him, and enduring Vison's cold face and silence.
While enduring the hardship, his remaining thoughts were focused on realizing that this male insect no longer liked him and wouldn't even look at him.
When Vinson came to his senses, they had already reached a small, insect-free corner downstairs in the Mechanical Engineering dormitory building.
The orange scent grew stronger, and in his hallucination, he felt as if he were being entangled more and more tightly by tentacles. Even his exposed skin seemed to have red marks appearing on it. It felt as if his whole being was being constantly invaded, as if the tentacles would not stop until they burrowed into his bones.
"I'm leaving," Vison said hastily, fleeing as if escaping without even glancing at Fipose's expression.
Fipos stood silently, watching Vison bid him farewell, and watched as the tall, thin, and handsome lord walked quickly toward his dormitory without looking back, not even sparing him a glance. The light in his eyes continued to dim and darken.
Is he upset that he ruined his plans? Is he upset that he shamelessly stayed even though he was being asked to leave?
......
He lied about one thing to the handsome Lord Vison.
The First Military Academy did indeed invite him to be an instructor, but they weren't bold enough to ask him to come and report on the insects, even if they were male.
He actively "snatched" the opportunity to be interviewed.
He hadn't even realized it himself; the moment the school instructor mentioned it, he had already offered to pick up Vison. The other insects, suppressed by him, couldn't object and had no choice but to accept the outcome.
A few days ago, he thought that after leaving the spaceship—or rather, after that spaceship office that was no less than a complete break—he and this unique male insect, who was different from the other insects, would never cross paths again.
He originally thought that meeting this gentleman was just a brief interlude in his short insect life, which would leave no trace and have no impact on him. He also thought that he would not have any inappropriate feelings for this gentleman, just as he had told Ilya that they had no feelings for each other.
Until they were truly separated, and he was back to sleeping alone, he began to dream of Lord Vissen, who was like a poppy, every night.
He dreamt that he was smiling at him, and that he dressed him and combed his hair carefully, just as he had done the first time.
I dreamt that they walked side by side down a snowy street, and he brushed the snow off his dark hair.
I dreamt that the warm afternoon sun shone into that gentleman's smiling black eyes, like a golden light being poured into his dark, worm-like body.
In a dream, amidst the ambiguity and confusion, he gently tugged at his hair and called him "Good boy, Feibosi."
What remains after waking from the dream is a longing for that gentleman.
The desire for him, for his pheromones, is growing stronger and stronger, an endless longing.
That longing felt like an itch that grew from the bones.
It made it difficult for him to control himself.
He consulted many insect doctors, and each of them advised him to make more contact with that gentleman, otherwise he would have to take suppressants. However, after being comforted by that gentleman, his body became even more resistant to the suppressants.
He became increasingly tormented.
He was spending more and more time thinking about that gentleman, and he couldn't stop thinking about him.
He didn't understand this feeling, yet his body was already spontaneously yearning for it.
but.
It's all that gentleman's fault, isn't it?
So, that gentleman must also take responsibility for him, mustn't he?
How can I get to know that gentleman better?
In the end, his subconscious had suppressed his reason.
Thus, before his mind even had a chance to think, his consciousness had automatically "snatched" this opportunity to get in touch with this gentleman.
But this gentleman had already lost heart because of his previous rejection, and was cold and resistant to him, not even wanting to spend a little more time with him.
And there are so many damned, shameless female insects watching outside...
A crimson hue slowly crept up those red eyes, as if to burn away the mask of outward calm and indifference.
Or... should we snatch it and take it home too?
Like his female father to his male father.
No matter what kind of feelings they are, if you snatch them home and lock them up, you can have them forever, right?
It's all your fault, Your Excellency.
Who told you to have the misfortune of attracting the attention of a female insect whose blood runs wickedly?
Especially female soldiers, those kinds of bad things, they tend to be quite possessive.
*
Unbeknownst to Vison, the general who remained stationary had already conceived an outrageous plan.
He ran back to his dormitory as if he were fleeing.
It is a single-insect enclosure, fully equipped, and with an excellent environment.
But Vison has no time to appreciate these things now.
His mind was now filled with the inescapable scent of Fipos, and the lingering aroma of oranges still lingered in his nostrils.
Are there no more insects at the First Military Academy? Why did it have to be him? And why did he even come?
Vison scratched the sheets several times, unable to calm down.
The neatly arranged sheets were now a mess because of this.
Visen suddenly remembered that the insect had helped him put on the bed sheet.
Despite its sharp appearance, its status as an imperial weapon, and its carefree nature, it is also remarkably domestic and homely in all aspects of life.
This contrast is particularly enticing.
Fortunately, I no longer had any improper thoughts about him.
Vison thought to himself.
At most, I just admire him a little.
After all, he was the youngest general in the empire, invincible on the battlefield. Who doesn't dream of being a hero when they're young? It's perfectly normal to admire him.
And who wouldn't admire his broad shoulders, narrow waist, smooth muscle lines, full chest muscles, and well-defined abs?
Vison looked at himself. Although he had abs from years of exercise, his skin was fair and he was a bit thin overall. Compared to others, he looked rather frail, which explained why they didn't like him back then.
Those beautiful, powerful muscles—slim when dressed, muscular when undressed—like a top supermodel's physique, who wouldn't envy or admire them? He certainly wouldn't.
Therefore, from this perspective, his feelings towards him have become perfectly normal and reasonable, simply admiration.
Most, most.
Vison thought to himself, thinking of the extremely sticky yet wonderfully pleasant scent of hookworms and oranges.
At most, one could say that they were only slightly tempted by the taste.
This desire will also quickly fade away.
Vison explained it to himself in this way and successfully convinced himself that "I really have no more thoughts about that general," and then calmly finished packing and entered his dream.
A note from the author:
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If Fei Fei were to think about it now, he would feel that his feelings for Sen are more like encountering a fun toy he has never seen before, and it's about possession.
Because he doesn't understand love anymore.
Sen Sen has been rejected too many times, and now she's brainwashing herself to resist liking Fei Bosi.
Oh, you silly little couple.
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Sweet romance! This is a sweet little romance novel; the author is a loyal supporter of sweet romance novels!
Some parts that don't look sweet are actually preparation for something sweeter later on. [pat on the head]
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