After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 15

Sleeping alone on his wedding night left Tracy feeling exceptionally hollow.

Consequently, Tracy responded very actively to his fans’ comments, and the females who were lucky enough to get a reply were overjoyed.

“Big Boss is online! What a joyous occasion!”

“Give us a profile shot! One where your antennae aren’t showing!”

“When will you start streaming again, host? I miss you so much!”

Looking at these waves of flattery, Tracy’s wounded soul was greatly soothed. A single female not liking him was only temporary, and his goal was the stars and the sea. Tracy had always been an optimist. Aside from feeling a bit sorry for his tail hook, he felt that having been single for several years, he had the willpower to continue being single.

Tracy shuffled the money between his two accounts and found that, when converted into the universal contribution points of the Bug Star, he had about eight thousand. In the junk star, this money would have been enough to move to the central district and buy two very nice apartments, allowing him to lie flat and live comfortably for the rest of his life. But in the main district of the First High-Level Star, this amount would likely be gone in a month after eating two plates of specialty fruit for males and buying two sets of clothes.

It seemed that starting his stream was an urgent matter.

Tracy closed his eyes and was still calculating the background details of his room setup when he heard the sound of a heavy object falling next door. He hesitated for a moment and did not move. Then came the sound of a cabinet falling onto the floor.

What was going on?

Tracy climbed out of bed, opened his room door, and walked quickly to the next room.

He hesitated and said: “Adonis?”

Everything had been fine just a moment ago; what was wrong now?

Adonis was curled up in a corner of the room, hearing nothing at all. There was no rage or insult, nor any sarcasm or rebuttal; the male had simply left, even thoughtfully leaving behind a small nightlight for him.

Adonis tossed and turned in agony. The medicinal oil on his body was taking effect, feeling incomparably cool on every inch of his skin.

He recalled the smile the male had worn when he left.

Was he also feeling relieved?

The feeling of regret saturated his heart, like a lemon being slowly squeezed. The wounds on his body were making him increasingly weak, and he began to lose control over the frantic surging of his psychic energy.

Adonis had originally thought he could endure this psychic riot, just like every time before, going to the combat room for a frantic vent, taking a sedative, and he would make it through.

But this time seemed different.

To ensure the wedding went smoothly, the dose of sedative injected into his body had exceeded the limit. His hormones were in disarray, and since his constitution had been damaged by others, he was weakened to such a degree that his psychic energy, which he had previously managed to suppress, seemed to have found his weak point, clawing and causing chaos in his mind.

The collar’s alarm beeped, but no one paid any attention to it. The collar restricted the overflow of psychic energy, so it could only whip up wave after wave of turmoil within his body, stirring his emotions and slowly swallowing his rationality, leaving behind only a small amount of instinctual thought.

He first bundled the sheets into a small nest. He wrapped himself in the sheets, inhaling the scent of the male’s pheromones to make the pain in his head fade a little. But gradually, he became unsatisfied.

The place with the second-strongest pheromone scent was the bathroom. Adonis rolled off the bed and pushed open the bathroom door. He stumbled inside, and after rapid breathing, he fumbled to turn on the shower.

Water poured down with a splash. Adonis closed his eyes. Irritability and longing drove him to turn the temperature to the lowest setting. The entire bug was soaked through, yet he still could not suppress the heat and restlessness within his body.

Adonis lowered his head. He was becoming weaker and weaker, unable to maintain his human form, and his wings were forced out.

The scent of the male’s pheromones acted like a fuse, igniting the chaotic psychic energy within him. Originally, they had also been looking forward to this feast, eagerly seeking an outlet, yet he had actually managed to chase the male away. If word got out, all the bugs would laugh until their teeth fell out. Was he supposed to go and beg for the male’s pity? Adonis could not bring himself to do it. They had already agreed that they would only have shallow-level psychic grooming once a month. He did not want to use up those three opportunities so quickly.

All the medicinal oil was washed away by the water. He felt as if he could sense the touch of the male’s fingertips. That lingering pain seemed to mock his stupidity. His sense of smell grew sharper and sharper. Adonis leaned against the corner of the wall; he could smell the sweet pheromone scent from next door. He stared at the door, his gaze almost piercing a hole through it, to prevent himself from doing something irreversible when he completely lost his sanity.

Adonis gritted his teeth and opened the black box.

“Adonis?”

Tracy knocked on the door from the outside. He heard some strange buzzing sounds coming from inside, as if it were responding to him. His tail hook stood up in excitement, acting like a pointer, aiming straight toward the interior of the room. The crack on the tail became even more painful as the buzzing sound grew louder. Tracy suppressed the irritability that had suddenly emerged from within his body and knocked on the door again.

“Adonis, are you okay?”

The room door would not open, and it seemed as if the female bug inside was also encountering some trouble. The biometric system on the main bedroom door had not yet registered his information; if he wanted to enter, he had to find a spare key to open the room door. After searching the living room, he still found nothing.

“Shelfflera.”

Tracy seemed to hear Adonis’s voice sounding in his mind. What kind of skill was this? Adonis could use psychic energy to know what he was doing, so why couldn’t he come and help him open the door himself? He followed the guidance and truly found the room key.

“Don’t trust him. Don’t come in.”

He had just inserted the key into the lock when he heard a cold order.

“Leave!”

“Come in!”

It was as if two different voices were arguing. Tracy simply did not know who to believe. But his excited tail hook was very sensitive to danger; usually, when it encountered powerful females or psychic warnings, it would be no different from being dead. Yet here, something inside seemed to be attracting it. It was not as obedient as when it was coiled around his waist, but instead, it whipped back and forth like a snake, wishing the entire thing could stick to the door.

Tracy gritted his teeth and followed his heart, turning the lock. The black door swung open, and the sight inside startled him.

The female had found a black whip from somewhere; he had wrapped one end tightly around his hands, while the other end was tied to the cabinet by the bed. Now, the cabinet had toppled over, and the female lay dying between the door and the cabinet, his entire body flushed to a terrifying degree, his hair already soaked in sweat.

“My Lord,” the female spoke. “Just a small accident.” His voice carried a slight hoarseness, but it was identical to the cold voice in his psychic sea. “The heat period arrived suddenly. Coupled with some tendencies toward psychic riot, I cannot control my behavior very well.”

While his thin lips uttered cold words, his moist and longing eyes remained fixed on Tracy, as if he were saying: stay, stay, stay. His honest body and his dishonest mouth were fighting.

Tracy shook his tail hook and squatted down. “Major General, you are very uncomfortable now, right?”

The female bit his lip and nodded.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Tracy asked.

“Just leave.” Adonis’s throat was hoarse, perhaps excessively so. Having just showered, the entire bug was dripping wet.

Tracy sighed. He leaned closer and closer. The female’s pupils had begun to blur, yet his body kept pressing forward. Leaving a soaked female bug here was simply too cruel. Tracy picked him up and wrapped him in a bath towel. He tugged for a long time before undoing the whip knotted into a death knot.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

The sudden arrival of the heat period left Tracy a bit confused. The female lay in his arms; the contact with the male’s cool body made him feel very comfortable. His entire body felt as hot as cracked earth, and he needed a lot, a lot of water.

“We exchange.”

It was as if he could finally bear it no longer, and his mouth became honest as well.

“I can give you, my blood.”

He gripped Tracy’s tail hook. The tail hook pierced into the scars; the female was at death’s door, yet he seemed to be experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time.

“Then, can you kiss me?”

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