After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 3

Because he had applied a scent-blocking agent in advance, Tracy did not perceive any abnormality from the female.

However, he did not know how much turmoil Adonis was experiencing at this moment.

Adonis had originally assumed that the other would be dissatisfied with his cold indifference and that after a few sentences, a look of disgust would appear on the male’s face. Frankly, the fact that Tracy was still sitting there at all already surprised him.

Why would he lower himself to wait? One had to know that male drones were never easy creatures to serve. They could be arrogant and willful, freely expressing their dissatisfaction, and because their numbers were so scarce—accounting for only one percent of the total Zerg population—their choices were essentially limitless.

“The scenery is nice today; the trip was worth it,” Tracy said, attempting to console him.

The other’s expression remained cold, and his response was equally tepid. Since his emotional fluctuations were not obvious, Tracy did not think it was strange. Military females spent their lives dealing with alien beasts; it was only natural that their social skills might be a bit lacking.

Besides, wasn’t everyone saying this Zerg suffered from mental power mania? Tracy had originally expected to meet a temperamental, irritable female, but to his surprise, the other was civil and polite, and his conversation was quite appropriate. Tracy did not see a single sign of anything unusual.

In fact, he was exactly as described by the merits Frosen had used to lure him in.

“Are you naturally black-haired and black-eyed?” Tracy asked, clearly intrigued.

“Yes. I inherited some of my father’s lineage, so my hair and eye colors are not very vibrant.”

In fact, they were even a bit monotonous.

Zerg society valued vibrant eye and hair colors as beautiful. Take Tracy, for example: his pink hair paired with pink eyes was very striking. Adonis, with his black hair and black eyes, was an anomaly. It was only natural that other males would look down on him.

Adonis took a sip of lemonade and lowered his eyelids. The other’s gaze was too intense, and fearing he might develop some unnecessary fantasies, he decided it was better to avoid it.

However, Tracy did not feel uncomfortable at all. He admiringly sized up his blind date—his future consort.

He possessed a strong, handsome physique with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He had that firm build clearly forged on the battlefield, and though his silver-white uniform looked slightly disheveled from combat, it only added a touch of wildness that made Tracy’s tail hook twitch uncontrollably.

This was his way of expressing excitement. Tracy quietly tucked his tail hook back into his robe, feeling the nearly invisible crack on it begin to itch—a sensation that spread all the way to his heart.

The female possessed black hair and black eyes, the rarest and most endearing features on the Zerg planet to Tracy. Because his expression was cold and stern, his lips, a pale, flesh-pink color, were pressed tightly together, appearing anything but seductive.

The blood-red medal on his chest was striking, but Tracy instinctively ignored it. What blood-stained medal? What mental power mania? Everything was cast to the back of his mind.

A handsome Zerg with a small problem? He could fix that.

Tracy’s completely natural behavior made Adonis start to doubt whether he had miscalculated his judgment today. Was he not killing a “stinky” male, but rather some Zerg with powers of deception or seduction? Why did this male seem so interested in him, even leaning closer?

Adonis’s antennae curled in confusion, then slowly drooped, blending into his black hair, only to stand up alertly whenever Tracy moved closer.

Tracy found it very interesting. He suppressed the urge to reach out and rub the other’s antennae and said, feigning grievance: “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time… It’s bound to be late after we finish today. I don’t know if the starships are still operating.”

Wilson Tavern was a popular recreational spot, but its location was far from the main city, situated at the foot of the relatively remote Nata Mountain. The Nata mountain range was vast, home to many alien plants and beasts. Many males liked to come here to forage for fresh berries and go on vacation, making it a famous tourist destination.

Wilson Tavern sat in a valley at the foot of the mountain. There was no sky-rail here; only small aircraft could enter. It had taken Tracy quite a bit of effort to get here. Fortunately, he had already struck a deal with Frosen: if the date failed, Frosen would reimburse the travel expenses.

It seemed that reimbursement would not be necessary now. If he could catch a ride on this female’s mech, they could spend a bit more time together.

Adonis looked at the distressed male and answered subconsciously: “Shall I take you back later?”

“That would be great!” Tracy clapped his hands. He leaned toward Adonis, blinking his eyes. “Did you come by mech?”

Adonis felt a surge of annoyance. Was he going to be sharing a mech with a male so soon? Did this mean he was agreeing to this marriage? Adonis was not prepared to compromise so quickly.

Adonis’s sharp eyes caught a snooper hiding nearby. The obvious traits of the Bee tribe let him recognize at a glance that this was a scout sent by his grandfather to monitor him. He narrowed his eyes, straightened his back, and turned his face slightly.

He leaned in, his soft breath hitting Tracy’s ear. This sudden proximity almost made Tracy’s heart skip a beat.

The female’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been soaked in ice: “My Lord, have you not heard the rumors about me?”

“What rumors?”

Adonis hooked his lips in self-mockery, lowered his voice, and whispered maliciously in his ear: “For example, my mental power is prone to spiraling out of control. Staying with me could very well result in you getting injured, or worse, becoming a tenth-level casualty—commonly known as a cripple.”

Adonis had expected this male to tremble in fear, but instead, Tracy rubbed his slightly itchy ear. With his beautiful pink eyes glowing with an intoxicating halo, he said boldly: “Mental power spiral?”

Adonis nodded. Now, Tracy should be disgusted and afraid, right?

But Tracy said with a look of realization: “The server mentioned that just now. I’ve looked it up; it’s a disorder caused by an excess of mental energy, which happens to require a male to heal. I’ll use my tail hook to help you drain the excess mental essence.”

It was said that mental essence was good stuff; it could help him improve his own mental power. It might be a bit bitter. But looking at Adonis, his essence did not seem like it would be bitter. He would have to taste it when he had the chance…

Tracy apologized, adding: “However, I am only a D-class. It might take a few sessions to succeed…”

Before Tracy could finish, he was cut off by the shock in Adonis’s eyes. The young female’s face, which had been cold and stern, slowly flushed red, a rosy hue spreading from his chest upward.

Tracy raised an eyebrow. Was there something wrong with what he said?

Meanwhile, the lurking scout bee’s eyes turned red with excitement. He held his breath and hurriedly reported to Donald: “General Donald! There is an extremely high probability that this blind date will succeed! The male directly stated that he is willing to provide in-depth mental grooming for the Major! You can rest assured!”

He added: “Just wait to hold your grand-nephew!”

After a brief moment of mental blankness, Adonis finally regained his senses. This male spoke far too directly. He seemed to have skipped over all the necessary probing and directly declared his willingness to accept him, even offering multiple “in-depth” mental grooming sessions.

This was completely contrary to his original assumptions. He had expected the male to leave without hesitation.

Adonis waved a hand in front of Tracy’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you colorblind?”

“No.”

But looking at Adonis, Tracy curved his eyes into a sincere smile: “But I just happen to like this black-and-white style of yours. It’s simple and elegant.”

“And my pheromones?”

“I don’t mind. Are they really that unpleasant?” Tracy asked, curious.

Adonis was speechless.

“Does your family agree to our union?”

“Of course.”

There were no strict distinctions among the Zerg; as long as one had a tail hook, they were all classified as males and could mate with females of all tribes. But as a member of the Kahn family, his Pink Butterfly traits were quite obvious.

Adonis took another look at the male. Just like other males, he was very stingy about revealing his body, wrapped entirely in a black hood. However, the iconic pink hair on his forehead and the unique fragrance belonging to a male, which could be smelled from far away, made many females restless and infatuated.

But compared to him, a D-class male’s mental power was truly weak. If his mental sea were an infinite summer night, Tracy’s mental power would be like a firefly that could be crushed with a single hand.

Is he unaware of the chasm between D-class and SSS-class? Adonis felt a bit lost. If he relied on a D-class male to groom his mental sea, it would be like a small creek merging into an ocean. How many sessions would it take to be completely successful?

Adonis’s body stiffened. He chased away the lascivious thoughts in his mind and said stiffly: “I have an obligation to inform you that I am ill, my pheromones smell very bad, and being with me is full of danger and uncertainty. You can choose many better females.”

He glanced at Tracy. This was a clear rejection. Any normal male would be angry.

But Tracy accepted it well. He curled the corners of his lips: “That’s not true, Major Adonis.”

The male laughed, his pink eyes curving, gradually becoming profound like a vortex made of countless tiny rubies. He stared at him with such appreciation and praise, sincerely complimenting: “I think you are very handsome, and your voice is very pleasant.”

He was just a bit cold. But it was this coldness that kept others at bay that made one want to explore: At what moment would his voice change? And what would that feel like?

“Also, how do you know I am a perfect male?”

Just like now, the silver-white tail hook hidden under the black robe seemed a bit excited, swaying uncontrollably. He gripped the tail hook with his hand, pressing against the crack that was faintly aching.

“This is probably a ‘growing pain’ that males encounter during development. But because males are always so well-protected, no one has ever discovered this issue. Perhaps it will be fine once I find a consort.”

This was a suggestion one of the doctors gave him during his medical examination after arriving at the First High Planet. Therefore, Tracy did not feel he was a particularly perfect male, but he had never felt inferior because of it. If a female was willing to accept him, and he could fix his tail hook issue along the way, it might even be considered a mutual healing.

Besides, to be honest, Tracy was a visual person. He didn’t like the red-haired, green-haired, and purple-haired females who kept throwing themselves at him; those Zergs always reminded him of the various red-haired, fanged monsters in the 1986 Journey to the West.

Seeing Adonis for the first time, his black hair and black eyes had stunned him. Most importantly, his ears could talk. The female was cold and icy, but his ears were red as blood.

“We have to try interacting first to know if we are a match, right?”

Tracy looked at the Major sitting stiffly beside him and took the initiative to extend an olive branch: “I have a good impression of you. Shall we try dating?”

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