After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 11

He had been extremely exhausted all day. After finishing his wash, Tracy’s hair remained damp. Too lazy to dry it, he simply lay down on the soft bed and quickly drifted into a dream.

It was a simple stage where he had solicited his own sponsorships, singing while showcasing the giant spicy strip logo on his T-shirt. He took a bow toward the crowd. Following an original song, the cheers from the audience surged like a tide. In the dream, Tracy saw himself proudly curling his lips, waving his hands at the audience to signal for even louder cheers. His time on stage ended, and he tossed the guitar to a friend, jumping off the platform because he had to rush to a part-time tutoring job.

He pushed through the enthusiastic crowd, missed a step, and fell straight down into the Insect Star.

The little house, savings, and that small group of fans who loved him were all gone.

After a difficult adjustment period, he discovered that life was even harder. The children of the lowest-level females remained the lowest-level males. Class determined destiny, and wanting to flip the script was simply a pipe dream.

Tracy frowned, seeing his pitiful self in the depths of a narrow alley. His tail hook was coiled tightly around his waist. Old Jonah was trying his best to give him the best he could, and he felt warm. This was the first time he had tasted the warmth of familial love. Yet, he still felt lonely, drifting apart from this world, entirely out of place.

It was not until he saw a pair of incredibly clear, black eyes. It was like a wildfire that instantly ignited the plains.

Three days passed in a flash. Tracy stayed at the top of the Hilton hotel as if on vacation, sending several messages to the female, but received no reply. This was indeed a bit unusual. However, the two did not know each other very well, so Tracy just assumed perhaps his consort was a bit cold or had social anxiety.

It was not until the wedding day that he felt something was slightly wrong.

“What is wrong with you?” Tracy gripped Adonis’s somewhat icy fingers. His complexion was pale, and his gaze lacked its previous liveliness, appearing like a pool of deep water.

“He is just too happy.” Before Adonis could speak, Donald, who was sitting at the head of the table, took over.

Tracy looked at this old female. He was quite aged, and his eyebrows were half-white. It was clear that he had been a stern general in his youth; even though he tried to restrain it, the aura of authority about him was still heavy. He flashed a kind smile at Tracy and then waved, signaling for the females behind him to bring up the gifts he had prepared.

These trays, covered in red velvet, contained glass, coral, precious seashells, the shells of exotic beasts, the claws and furs of predators, and stack upon stack of rare silk textiles.

“This is my wedding gift to you both. I wonder if you like them, sir?”

Tracy did not know the value of these items, but from the way Flossie sat up straight with glowing eyes, it was clear these gifts were worth a fortune.

“I like them very much.”

“I am glad.” Donald sighed in relief. He hesitated before saying, “Adonis was a bit impulsive last time, finding you without permission before the wedding, which caused you alarm. I am deeply sorry. I have already disciplined the immature junior at home, and I hope you will treat him kindly today.”

“Of course.” Tracy tightened his grip. Adonis looked ahead, his fingers trembling slightly, as if stained by the warmth of the male’s palm, no longer feeling so frighteningly cold.

The insect wedding had many similarities to those on Blue Star. Many females came to the estate, and many arrived accompanied by their male partners. When Tracy and Adonis went around to toast, everyone offered many auspicious blessings. The fruit wine he held was sweet with a slightly spicy kick, but it was still drinkable.

The female was different. His tolerance for alcohol seemed poor, and he frowned with every sip.

After leading the female through more than half the rounds, Tracy blocked his glass. “I will drink for you.”

The male’s eyes were bright. Because of the slight intoxication, his pair of pink pupils appeared even more mesmerizing, like a pool of pink sea that stirred waves in Adonis’s heart. He did not stop him, just following behind Tracy, watching him finish round after round.

However, the male’s tolerance seemed quite good. After the banquet ended, he was still able to walk upright.

“Stay here to rest,” Donald offered.

“No, I want to return to the apartment.” Adonis supported the male, lifting his eyes coldly.

Donald really wanted to refuse, but Adonis did not give him the chance. He supported the slightly dizzy male onto the mecha.

“Remember everything I told you,” Donald stood below the mecha, looking up at Adonis.

Adonis turned his head, revealing the new neck collar worn on his neck, then took the male’s hand to bind and record it.

“Does this put your mind at ease?” Adonis curled his lips in a mocking smile. Under Donald’s complex gaze, he directly activated the mecha’s automatic return system.

Everything was quiet at last.

Adonis let out a breath. The sweet scent of fruit wine lingered between his lips and teeth. He felt his arm being pulled. It was the male.

Adonis did not want to pay him any attention; he had already fulfilled his obligations. He had attended the entire wedding with unbearable injuries, suppressed by mental tranquilizers, his emotions stable to the point of being terrifying. Therefore, even though he saw the beautiful face of the male beside his feet, he remained indifferent. He could not harm this male, but he was not prepared to sit obediently and wait for the male to humiliate him. If pinching fingers counted as humiliation, that is.

“Your fingers are truly beautiful.”

The male’s eyes were moist, and he still had the leisure to chat with him. “I wanted to say just now that the way you hold your glass is quite charming.”

Tracy’s tone was airy. Perhaps it was the fruit wine; he was a bit dizzy. Looking at his female consort—that should be his name—he felt an inexplicable itch in his heart. He smiled at Adonis, his pupils filled with mirth.

Tracy pressed the female against the mecha cabin.

“Sir…”

The female frowned, refusing. “Do not do this here.”

This mecha was one he had won when he came of age; it had special significance to him. He did not want to let blood stain his partner here.

“What are you thinking?” The male laughed, brushing a strand of Adonis’s hair aside. “There was a leaf on your hair; I was just helping you take it off.”

Tracy looked at this cold major, who was clearly stunned after seeing that leaf. Then, as if embarrassed into anger, his face turned even colder.

Tracy thought it was fun and poked his finger against his face. The cold-faced major was indeed handsome, but seeing him reveal his emotions like this now made him feel more like a living person.

“So eager for physical contact with me?” Tracy leaned in, a bit cocky, teasing him. “My dear major, what were you just thinking of doing here?”

Adonis pursed his lips and looked away. His profile was very three-dimensional with high fold angles. The mecha’s lights cast a shadow under his brow bone, making his eyelashes appear even longer.

Tracy raised his hand, pressing his finger against the other’s icy face. He had drunk too much fruit wine; the whole insect felt as if there were a fire burning, hot everywhere from his chest outward. But the female was like a piece of ice falling into the strong wine, refreshing to the point of making the insect tremble.

He did not dodge, but slowly closed his eyes, biting his lip as if he had suffered some fatal humiliation.

Tracy chuckled. He lowered his arm to grip his forearm, but he saw the female’s complexion turn visibly pale. He lowered his eyes and saw a faint red color slowly seeping out from the spot he had gripped.

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