After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 6

Tracy was not unaware of the subtle intentions of the male, Florson. However, he understood the reality of his situation: when under another’s roof, one must bow one’s head.

His terminal pinged.

“I received the items sent by the Kahn family. Did you buy this, or did you instruct someone else to do so?”

The message came from the contact [Y.], his newly added blind-date partner.

The profile picture consisted of black, white, and gray tones. Amidst a background of ruins, the black-haired, black-eyed female appeared murderous, with what looked like a splash of fresh blood on his face.

Tracy zoomed in on the image. The murderous intent in those black eyes seemed as if it would reach through the screen and choke him.

A very edgy profile picture; a somewhat wild and cool consort-to-be.

…Really handsome.

Tracy ran a hand through his own pink hair and typed out a message in the night breeze of the thirty-second-floor balcony: “What?”

He saw the other party send a video file showing a large pink gift box labeled: New Marriage Gift.

The sender was the Male Association.

A gift bought by Florson? What is it?

Looking at the packaging, however, it probably was not anything cheap.

Deciding to play along, he replied with a cocky tone: “Bought it for you. Do you like it?”

There was a long silence from the other side.

Then, after a significant amount of time, the terminal vibrated, and a new message popped up:

“Look out the window.”

Tracy: “!!!”

His future consort was hovering in a mech outside his floor-to-ceiling glass window.

He widened his eyes in shock: “My darling, why are you here? Didn’t they say the two parties should not meet before the wedding?”

The term of endearment clearly gave the female a shock. Tracy saw his pupils dilate, making his eyes look even more enticingly dark.

“There are not that many rules.”

The female raised a hand, and a wave of mental energy dispersed. The outer layer of the hotel’s glass instantly turned into gray powder, scattering completely at the touch of the wind.

The high-altitude night breeze, caught in the wake of the psychic storm, blew into the room and knocked Tracy off balance.

Tracy: ?? Why does the consort seem to be in a bad mood?

He heard the security system blaring frantically. The female in front of him pressed his lips together, and Tracy could feel the psychic waves surging wildly around him.

“What is wrong? Not happy to receive the gift?”

Tracy blinked, leaning forward slowly despite the cold gaze directed at him.

He knew the female before him was extremely dangerous, but what does someone who has lost emotional control need most?

Soothing.

Although the Tracy from Earth was a bit of a shut-in, his skills at flirting, whether with women or men, had not rusted.

After all, he was a streamer. Providing emotional value was his specialty.

The one in front of him was clearly a high-roller. He had deep pockets and had thrown around a million contribution points with a flick of his wrist.

As the head of one of the top male noble families on the first-tier planet, Florson had gone to such great lengths to get him out of the junk planet; surely, he intended to sell him for a high price?

A million contribution points, an amount an ordinary female could never scrape together in a lifetime, was spent by the other party casually.

The general consensus on this female was that he was ruthless and suffered from psychic mania. The flip side of those descriptions simply confirmed his combat prowess.

So what if this “sugar baby” had a bit of a temper?

Just coax him.

Regardless of whether it worked or not, he had to try.

He stepped forward again, his shirt fluttering in the night wind as the curtains whipped violently.

The glass railing had completely shattered, and the steel frame was beginning to warp.

Tracy walked to the edge of the railing and reached out. His fingers were slender, and his nails were neatly trimmed and rounded.

The wind tousled his pink hair, and the way he slightly curled the corners of his lips revealed a sexiness and roguish charm that belied his age.

The railing was crumbling, and with the instinctual confidence that Adonis would catch him, he took another step forward.

It was not that Tracy was not afraid, but he had lived in the Bug Star long enough to understand the status of males.

Adonis had fought his way up to be a Major General. Even with such a poor reputation, he had managed to stay in his position. Could he really let himself fall?

That was absolutely impossible.

It was as if stepping on the edge of a cliff, but Adonis finally could not hold out any longer and drew close.

Satisfied, Tracy grabbed him by the collar, his own heart racing, and pulled him down until they were eye-to-eye.

A handsome face, slightly stunned, loomed large before him.

“You do not like it? I will buy you something else. Do not be angry, hmm?”

Tracy’s tone was a murmur, sounding even more affectionate in the empty, starry night.

Although it was phrased as a suggestion, the subtle assertiveness and undeniable nature of his words magically smoothed over Adonis’s anger.

He even felt a flicker of favoritism, causing his heartbeat to skip for a moment.

Adonis’s forearm was gripped, and he lost his balance, falling into the male’s embrace.

The mini-flight device under his feet wobbled, then, as if receiving an order, shrank itself and ascended rapidly into the sky.

Tracy steadied himself while holding Adonis’s waist. He sneakily gave it a pinch; it was quite toned.

The female’s body stiffened significantly. Tracy was about to tease him, but he heard the frantic ringing of the doorbell outside: “My Lord? My Lord, is your safety threatened? Do you need security assistance?”

At the same time, a swarm of females outside the hotel rose into the air with weapons. They held tranquilizer guns as if facing a great enemy, aiming at the Major General who had not yet retracted his wings after failing to land steadily.

His wings were rapidly hardening; this was a sign that he was preparing for combat.

If they fought, would it not be all over the news?

Breaking into a male’s residence without notice—would Adonis not have to spend time in prison? If so, how would they get married?

Tracy made a quick decision.

His face sank: “What are you doing? My consort and I are just having a little intimate fun; what right do you have to disturb us?”

The leader of the security team looked shocked and hurriedly bowed to explain: “I am sorry, My Lord. We were only concerned for your safety.”

“I understand. I am perfectly safe!” Tracy waved his hand impatiently. “It is good that you have that awareness, but this is my consort. How could he possibly harm me?”

The team leader waved, and the security guards swarmed away.

He looked at the stoic-faced Adonis with lingering concern and hesitated: “Very well, My Lord. I understand. Would you like us to send a repairman to fix the window? We are worried you might catch a cold tonight.”

“That will be fine,” Tracy nodded reservedly.

Receiving Tracy’s permission, the female breathed a sigh of relief.

He gave a look, signaling for a high-level female to be arranged to repair the window. This was his backup plan; if the female in front of him was being coerced, he would still receive a message and could provide timely rescue.

Adonis was being held by the waist by Tracy. Though his expression remained unchanged, his heart was in turmoil.

The places where he was touched felt like they were on fire. He was so close to the male that he could even feel the strands of hair brushing against his neck, bringing a sense of numbness.

A faint, subtle fragrance drifted to the tip of his nose; he could not tell if it was the scent of his shampoo or his pheromones.

As he was led toward the bed, he felt a flicker of confusion in his heart.

Was this it? Was he here to improve his relationship with his Lord?

At first, that did not seem to be the case.

After entering the training room, the more he thought about it, the more impulsive he became, deeply regretting his agreement to this marriage.

He had sworn he would never be a slave to any male, yet those insulting “toys” had trampled his vows into the dirt.

He was trembling with rage.

His psychic energy was spiraling out of control. Even by increasing the weight to 900 kilograms and venting violently in the combat room, he had not suppressed the anger and restlessness in his heart.

This was his fatal weakness: his psychic mania.

No bug could tolerate his temper.

He understood this deeply.

Adonis gritted his teeth and thought, Unless I can do as my female parent did, forcefully imprison my own psychic energy with restrictions, and then let the male beat me until I am half-dead, lying in a pool of blood, begging for his pity.

And he would never do that.

He would not allow himself to kneel, and he would never let a male inflict punishment on him; the thought made him feel sorrowful.

How could he be so naive as to yearn for true love? This male was just playing around, wanting to see him crawl and beg in an ugly state before discarding him without hesitation.

Or, at some special, fatal moment, open his mouth to ask for money.

Had he not seen this miserable scenario before?

This was just the norm.

So, it would be better to just have a falling out.

Let him see his coldest, most manic side, and then feel disgust and stay away.

But the male did not seem intimidated.

He fell onto the velvet-covered bed along with him.

“Are you that impatient?” The male seemed a bit helpless. “I originally wanted to save our first grooming for our wedding night… but looking at your situation, why do we not try it today?”

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