After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 13

Applying medicine?

What kind of novel flirting technique was this?

He turned his head to look at the male. To his surprise, the male was neatly dressed. When he saw him look back, Tracy raised his lips, revealing a row of white teeth. He looked incredibly innocent and harmless.

“You are wearing…”

Adonis’s tone was hesitant, but Tracy took it for granted and laughed, “That is right, it is your clothes.”

He had not been able to find a bathrobe earlier, and not wanting to come out naked, he had grabbed a folded, clean, and neat set of clothes from the niche nearby. The pajamas were made of silk, likely Adonis’s own, kept within easy reach.

“Now that we are married, I do not think you would mind these small things.”

Tracy paused, spreading his hands in a display of feigned misery. “After all, you know, I am not as wealthy as an average male zerg. I am very poor, so every star coin is extremely important to me.”

Clearly, he did not currently have enough credits to buy a decent set of pajamas.

“It was my oversight.”

Adonis’s heart softened. Looking at Tracy’s calm face, he felt that he had truly been derelict in his duties, failing to consider even this.

What made him feel even more embarrassed, however, was that the male’s body had already begun to be permeated by the scent of his pheromones. Physiological attraction could not be masked. Now that the male was leaning close to him, he could clearly see his damp, dripping hair, his pale eyes, and his rose-pink lips.

The pajamas were clearly a bit large on the male; the neckline pulled open slightly, and the smooth skin beneath his collarbones, contrasted against the brownish-black silk, looked almost luminescent. Adonis was quickly reminded of the feeling of his heart racing when he had been kissed by those very lips.

The male’s hands were still stained with the medicinal oil, looking bright and crystal clear. He was truly applying medicine for him. Adonis found it hard to believe. Could the male be this gentle?

He chased the inappropriate images from his mind and silently lay flat. Seeing that the female did not resist, Tracy began his work without hesitation. He turned away and lowered his head slightly. His antennae drooped like those of an abandoned puppy. The wounds looked terrifying, but in reality, they did not seem severe.

“Hisss.”

Tracy felt the depth of the wound with his fingertips, and the female let out a low, muffled groan, gripping the bedsheets tightly.

“Does it hurt?” Tracy stopped his fingers, looking apologetic.

It did not hurt. But even more unbearable than the pain was the itching. Why was there such a male who knew how to stir up trouble so well? Shouldn’t he just tip over the medicine bottle, pin him down from behind, and go straight in? Yesterday, he had watched a video to learn how to use every tool and had personally felt the pain. Later, he had asked Pock to try it. It had indeed been painful. He felt that the technique of a female servant must be gentler than that of a male.

So, what would he encounter today?

Just thinking about it made his mood turn foul. He had not been in the mood to treat the scars yesterday, spending the day in a daze. But now, he found it hard to believe: why was his male lord being so gentle?

Adonis felt surprised and wanted to urge him, “Please, just go ahead.”

Do not do these things. His heart felt soft and itchy, and his throat felt tight; he was feeling restless, disturbed by the male’s pheromones. He even wanted to say, “Press down harder; perhaps only pain can save me from these strange sensations.”

Yet, the male’s movements remained unhurried. He caressed every part of his body with his fingertips; whenever he reached sensitive areas, Adonis would tense up, only to feel him lightly brush past. It was truly just applying medicine. The wounds he had caused himself had inexplicably turned into a means of seduction.

Adonis’s eyelashes fluttered frantically, and his neck ring began to sound a red warning.

“What is going on?” The male’s tone carried a hint of confusion.

Adonis had told him yesterday that it was a warning collar, but he had not expected Adonis to upgrade it yesterday. If the male touched it, he would be electrocuted. A weak current spread from his fragile neck without warning, and Adonis reacted reflexively, spreading his wings and rolling off the bed in pain.

A wind blade cut Tracy’s face; when he brushed it with the back of his hand, a visible bloodstain remained. He was injured. But Adonis was clearly more bewildered. The collar’s red alarm slowly subsided, returning to a state of gently dissipating blue light.

Adonis felt the stinging pain of the electrodes burning his skin, and his wings went soft again. His gaze cleared, and once sober, he immediately walked to the side of the bed, kneeling silently.

Adonis apologized, “I am sorry, my Lord.”

Although it was only a single bead of blood, the male was clearly far more precious than the thick-skinned female.

Tracy rubbed his nose, tilted his head in confusion, and asked, “What is the situation?”

His eyes were filled with bewilderment before he slowly relaxed his body.

“I forgot to warn you not to touch the punishment collar at will,” Adonis explained embarrassedly.

He had been too engrossed, forgetting the danger. The male’s pheromones were pleasant; his head felt dizzy, and he felt slightly intoxicated. Therefore, the collar had triggered an alert. Because it was bound to the male’s information, if the male touched the collar, he would receive varying degrees of punishment depending on the duration of the touch.

He had not yet fully adapted to the mechanism of this collar, so the moment Tracy raised his hand, his pupils had constricted. His brain had predicted he would be harmed, so he had directly deployed his wings. He had not meant to counterattack, but instincts carved into his bones had taught him to avoid injury.

“Please punish me,” Adonis lowered his head. “I am sorry for giving you such an unpleasant night.”

After listening to Adonis’s explanation, Tracy was thoughtful.

“You do not believe in me, nor do you believe in yourself.”

That was why he had worn this object—which served as protection for him but a restriction for himself—around his most vulnerable neck. Tracy put away the cynical smile he always wore, looking more serious and even more handsome. A drop of bright red blood overflowed from the small cut on his face, spotting under his eye like a seductive beauty mark.

“Throw that ghost of a thing away.” Tracy felt a bit sad. “I said, I am not willing to hurt you.”

Tracy looked at the female kneeling beside him. He wanted to say, “Do not kneel, unless you have my permission. Do not dodge; give me your full trust.”

But he also knew that their marriage was too rushed and that each had their own agenda. He desperately needed those one million contribution points to give his female parent a chance to reunite with him in the First Higher Star Cluster. He could not burn bridges with Floesen, because he was powerful and deep-rooted on this planet. Even though he knew that most of the one million contribution points he used for the exchange would be wantonly spent by him, it was merely an agency fee he had to pay to get things done. Even though he knew it was the other’s self-righteousness that caused the rift between him and Adonis, he could only swallow the anger until he had the ability to strike back and take revenge.

His female consort should not have to pay for his weakness and suffer unnecessary harm. Some things are fun when both parties are willing, but unilateral imposition is violence.

“Adonis, the first thing you need to confirm is that I really like you. Although my current liking is superficial—perhaps just liking your face and your body—you cannot question this affection.”

Tracy chuckled softly, leaned in slowly, and lifted the female’s face. “Otherwise, why would I marry you?”

“I do not want to say what I have said a second time. Please, believe in me.”

Believe? Did he need to learn to believe first? Adonis’s eyes were clearly bewildered.

Tracy finally realized that, perhaps, their progress was too fast. He could not help but ask a question buried deep in his heart: “Am I the zerg you expected? Or, could it be any male zerg?”

Could it be any male zerg? Adonis subconsciously wanted to refute this. No, that is not it. But he did not know what to refute. After all, they had only known each other for three days.

“In other words, what is your reason for agreeing to marry?” Tracy lowered his eyes; an invisible wall blocked them. “Is it because you need a male zerg to dress up your facade, or a male lord to act as a therapist?”

He also needed to figure out his role positioning to know how to get along with this zerg.

Adonis spoke with difficulty, “I was very unhappy about this blind date. Although I do not know why you wanted to tear away the veil between us, my Lord.” Adonis looked up. “The fact is that I married you just to fulfill my grandfather’s wish. He did not want to see me go crazy and die because of mental disorder. This was just a transaction.”

Adonis told the whole truth about his reasons for the blind date. He did not feel uneasy about his frankness; in the current atmosphere, he simply could not say any flattering words to deceive this male zerg, nor deceive himself. After finishing, he felt as if a heavy stone had suddenly been lifted from his chest; he felt much lighter, and he did not even find the pain of his wounds unbearable anymore.

“Ah, is that so?” An indescribable sense of loss surged up. Tracy froze for a moment, then confirmed with Adonis, “So, you agreed to this marriage only because you needed a male zerg for mental stabilization?”

Adonis hesitated for half a second, then nodded.

Tracy was stunned. He had originally thought that his charisma was outstanding, which was why he had been chosen. It turned out he was just a product manager. It seemed his previous fame had made him lost, making him think every zerg would naturally like him. He was still too arrogant.

Tracy smiled bitterly. “So what level of mental stabilization do you need?” Tracy straightened his position and asked politely.

“…Just about the same as last time?” Adonis did not know why the male was asking these things.

Tracy nodded. He suddenly leaned in close, and Adonis’s pupils widened instantly.

“So kissing is okay, right?” That was the only method Tracy knew. Pheromone soothing, followed by physical contact, then the entry and slow stabilization of mental power. Some very strong males might be able to stabilize it directly through mental contact, but he could not. Touching Adonis’s mental power made his heart race and left him surrounded by pressure. Unless the female was willing to provide him with male essence to support his consumption, he did not want to use blood, and he had no other deeper medium, so this was the only way.

Adonis was quiet for a while. He seemed to be thinking about whether this proposal was appropriate. After a long silence, he nodded.

“Okay, Major General, I will help you.” Tracy took his hand and made him sit up. Tracy’s small mouth opened and closed, uttering countless suggestions that sounded incredulous to the female: “Every month, I will do three shallow mental stabilizations for you. Limited only to holding hands, kissing, and hugging. You can open your spiritual sea, and I will try to help you remove the clutter and let it return to tranquility.”

Tracy smiled, “This can also give us both a buffer period.”

He did indeed like Adonis’s appearance, but before he was sure that the other party liked him, he would not use his identity to force him to accept things he did not like.

“Is such simple physical contact enough? Do you not need to use the tail-hook?” Adonis felt as if there was something wrong with his ears. He looked at the male’s hidden tail-hook. According to common sense on Zerg Star, if you did not receive enough male essence or blood feeding, a male zerg’s mental stabilization could overdraw their life force! He was just a fragile D-grade!

Adonis felt like he was listening to a fantasy, but he did not know how to refute it. He could not say, “My Lord, I am very happy for you to enjoy me, my body, my blood, everything I have.” That was too shameful.

“I have my own judgment,” Tracy replied. It is not for anything but to pay off the huge debt of one million contribution points. Originally, he wanted to pay with his body, but unfortunately, the other party was not willing. He was a gentleman and would never force his wife.

“But if you have extra needs, I would be happy for you to tear up this agreement,” Tracy blinked, teasing.

“Do not worry, my Lord, I will not make excessive demands.”

Such a request was already very tolerant. The female pursed his lips and promised solemnly, “I guarantee you will live here very comfortably; if nothing unexpected happens, I will never come to bother you.”

“All right.” Tracy shrugged, sighing inwardly. Progress is lagging by 1000%. First love is a platonic mental romance. Tracy felt he had good taste, picking a unique female zerg. He was reserved, shy, like a little hedgehog—one had to push aside his sharp thorns to touch his soft belly.

Tracy looked at Adonis’s obviously softened gaze and increasingly felt like a big bad wolf coaxing a little white rabbit. Everyone on Earth knows what follows kissing and hugging. But the little female was innocently cute. He would slowly weave the Major General into his sweet love trap—what is more challenging than making a mortal enemy who originally hated him fall in love with him?

The Major General knew nothing of Tracy’s devilish plotting. He just felt very sorry. Tracy straightened his collar to look ascetic and dignified, and pointed next door: “Then I will go sleep in the next room?”

Today, the Major General was in good shape and obviously did not need him. He was just medication to be used during mental instability; the rest of the time, he had to behave and stay in the cupboard, shelved high and out of reach.

Sure enough, Adonis nodded and did not ask him to stay.

“By the way, Major General, you are not allowed to make yourself look this miserable in the future.” Before turning to leave, Tracy leaned against the door and said, “How did you know that I have the same taste as other male zergs and like zergs covered in scars?”

Since they had agreed on three points and everything was made clear, the female should not hurt himself anymore.

“So, do not hurt yourself in the future, or at least, ask for my opinion first?” Tracy flicked his tail-hook and made a heart gesture at him.

Adonis stood in the shadows. He looked a bit bewildered, like a cold pine tree shrouded in mist. He looked at his own body in a daze. So, was he really mistaken?

“Then, good night, my dear roommate.”

Tracy blew him a flying kiss and closed the door.

“Have sweet dreams tonight.”

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