I Hate That Jerk of a Spouse - Chapter 2

Still going to miss him because of your stubbornness? He is in pain, hold him…

Leslie was carried into the aircraft by the captain of the guard and curled up in pain on the bed.

The physiological awakening, forcibly suppressed by two injections, erupted suddenly. His glands were developing and growing at an extremely rapid rate, and pheromones were surging outward, filling the entire room with the scent of wild roses.

Leslie gripped the soft quilt with weak hands. The hot air he exhaled pushed back against his feverish face, making the Zerg feel incredibly miserable.

“Ugh!”

Why isn’t he here yet?

The wait felt like an eternity.

Leslie could not stop his mind from wandering, wondering if Casper would rather be sentenced to prison than help him resolve his physiological awakening.

The Zerg society, characterized by many females and very few males, dictates that the status of males is incredibly high.

A male’s physiological awakening is the biggest hurdle in his life.

If it goes well, he successfully reaches adulthood, and his rank might even increase.

If it goes poorly, at best his rank will drop, and at worst, it could cost him his life.

He had explicitly requested Casper’s company; the court could not have forcibly held him back.

If Leslie’s physiological awakening were to go wrong due to their negligence, the enraged imperial citizens could tear the Supreme Court down with their bare hands.

Since Casper still has not arrived, it can only mean that he himself is unwilling.

At the thought of being rejected by Casper for the third time, Leslie felt aggrieved enough to cry.

As soon as Casper stepped into the aircraft, he was enveloped by the thick, fragrant scent of wild roses.

With every breath he took, tons of pheromones drilled into his body, spreading wantonly and igniting a fire.

Thinking about the “Precautions for Guides of Male Physiological Awakening” he had just read and what he was about to face, Casper could not help but take a deep breath.

…And then he nearly lost the strength in his legs and collapsed on the spot.

The sound of thin, weak sobbing brought Casper’s reason back. He quickly walked into the bedroom, and the first sight of Leslie made him lose his focus.

Long silver hair was spread messily, and his originally pale face was flushed with a sickly crimson. His bright red lips were parted, struggling to exhale puffs of hot air.

His golden eyes, moistened by tears, cast a pleading look at him, filled with shattered grievance.

Casper knelt on one knee on the bed, cupped Leslie’s scorching face with his cold hands, and released his own pheromones to help him alleviate the searing heat.

The cool scent of mint wrapped around Leslie, melting into his skin and blood bit by bit, soothing his thirsty restlessness.

Leslie was already dizzy from the heat; he rubbed his cheeks against Casper’s palms, letting out a satisfied sigh.

After impulsively walking over, Casper stood stiffly in place.

He did not know why he had walked over voluntarily; he had only intended to stay in the outer room before coming in.

After all, he had just refused to be Leslie’s guide a few days ago.

But what was he doing now? Not only did he approach voluntarily, but he was also spontaneously releasing pheromones to help Leslie relieve his growth pains.

If the result would end the same way, what was his initial resistance for? He should have stayed far away; that was the most rational decision to make.

But deep in his heart, there was a faint voice whispering:

“Hold him… he is afraid of pain, you hold him…”

Casper’s will was almost torn in half.

One half could not wait to hold Leslie in his arms—whether it was pheromones, bone, or blood, or even if he had to rip out his heart—as long as Leslie could feel better, he was willing to do anything.

The other half was frantically screaming at him to stay away, as it was dangerous. It was bone-eroding poison; once touched, one could never quit it for the rest of their life.

Torn between the two, Casper froze in the middle, unable to make any reaction.

Pheromones with high compatibility are more effective than any painkiller.

Leslie was completely wrapped in the refreshing scent of mint. The scorching glands that were growing rapidly gradually became docile under the soothing influence of the pheromones, and the wild rose scent they emitted became sweeter and sweeter.

He began to feel unsatisfied with just having his cheeks in contact; his slender, fair hands gripped Casper’s wrists, guiding those hands that brought such comfort to slide downward bit by bit.

Just as he touched the delicate skin of his neck, Leslie could not pull any further.

Leslie tilted his head, his cheeks puffed up from the pressure, and his golden eyes, covered with a layer of mist, looked at the female Zerg opposite him in confusion. He blinked, slowly peeling back that layer of gauze, and saw Casper’s unpleasant expression underneath.

In an instant, Leslie felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

What his body felt was no longer the cool, refreshing mint, but the biting, desolate chill of a winter wind passing through his neck. The bone-chilling cold spread from his neck to his whole body. He shivered slightly, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

“Are you, unwilling?”

Leslie tried to keep his voice steady, but anyone could hear the weeping and trembling within it.

He was expectant, yet afraid.

When Casper’s gaze swept over, Leslie knew he should not have said those words that brought shame upon himself.

The scent of wild roses in the air gradually became tainted with bitterness.

He let go abruptly and used all his strength to push Casper away, only to collapse weakly onto the bed himself.

“Get out!”

[I do not want to…]

“GET OUT!!!”

[Don’t be rejected again.]

After Casper left, Leslie curled himself into a ball, hugged his knees tightly, and buried his head on his thighs.

The remaining scent of mint pheromones in the air grew fainter, and the growth pains that had been soothed came back aggressively.

[It would have been better not to come at all.]

Coming and then leaving, he had caused him to build up extra hope only for it to be ruthlessly shattered.

He had made him crave that comfort and sense of security so much, making the present pain so unbearable.

It was good that he had driven Casper away early. If he had left suddenly in the middle of things, Leslie might have truly gone mad.

Leslie thought, finding joy in sorrow: No matter what he thinks, at least this time he was the one who rejected Casper first. If there is a next time, they will be even.

Leslie was not worried about the physiological awakening; he could withstand it once, he could withstand it a second time. It was just a matter of the aftermath being a bit troublesome, which would be perfect for pushing his Imperial brother into the position of successor, while he could find an ecological planet to live a carefree life.

The aircraft had already been programmed; as soon as Casper entered, the cabin door would be completely locked. Without him unlocking it, this was a deserted island. The Zerg outside would never know what had happened inside.

Oh, no.

They know, and they can only know, that “Casper has become the guide and mate of the Second Prince during his physiological awakening.”

The identity of an S-rank male and Prince is enough for him to protect Casper.

As everyone knows, disposing of a married female Zerg requires negotiation with their male master; the Gray family would not dare to clash head-on with Leslie, even if they were given ten guts.

By then, regardless of whether they were willing or not, they would have to grit their teeth and accept the “self-defense” verdict, watching as Casper walked away unscathed.

And to achieve this result, Leslie only needed to make a small sacrifice.

Compared to the beautiful outcome, he could endure the hardships of the process, as long as Casper lived well.

Casper, in the outer room, was also feeling terrible. Two consciousnesses were fighting for control of his body in his mind, and the severe headache forced him to kneel on one knee.

His left hand forcefully held down his right hand, which was trying to unbuckle his belt. Casper felt extreme absurdity.

[Are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing?!]

Casper had never imagined that one day he would voluntarily undress, willing to serve a male!

If the breath of the other consciousness in his mind had not been identical to his own, he would have really suspected this was some kind of new mental manipulation technology.

Although, when that consciousness tried to control his body to perform actions that completely contradicted his view of life, he had already started to suspect it.

But after careful discernment, he had to admit that it was indeed himself.

[Can’t you see he is in so much pain? Are you blind?]

Casper saw it.

But so, what? It was not as if he was the one who caused Leslie such pain.

What kind of female Zerg can’t the Imperial Second Prince have? With just one look, plenty of females would be willing to open their bodies and wait for his favor. Which of the guards at the door had not fantasized about having a tryst with His Royal Highness?

What an honor it is to be the guide for the Second Prince’s physiological awakening! Countless noble females would fight to the death for this.

But that had nothing to do with him.

That sunshine-like Prince should not be involved with a female Zerg like him.

Casper forcibly ignored the trace of sour bitterness rising in his heart, pressed his lips tightly together, and resisted the other consciousness in his mind.

After a brief silence, the other consciousness suddenly surged and suppressed him firmly.

The last words Casper heard before losing consciousness were: [It is because of your damned stubbornness that you will miss him.]

The thick, wild rose pheromones filled the small bedroom. The fresh fragrance was mixed with an undeniable bitterness, like a sun covered by dark clouds, obscure and gloomy.

It was not until a sharp, sword-like mint pheromone forcibly split the dark clouds that the sweet, bright sunlight shone back upon the earth.

Leslie had already been tortured to the point of dazed consciousness by the growth pains and the heat wave.

When warm, cool, and broad palms gently picked him up, Leslie could not tell if this was reality or a dream.

…It must be a dream; only in a dream would Casper show such gentle eyes.

Since it is a dream, it should be okay for him to be a little reckless, right?

“Your Highness!”

The female Zerg beneath him was incredibly obedient, accommodating his every move and releasing his pheromones without reservation.

When he felt a bit exhausted, he even took the initiative to turn over, using extremely unskilled techniques to try to please him.

…It had to be said, although the technique was quite poor, it had indeed succeeded in pleasing him.

Casper reached out to push away a strand of sweaty, silver-white hair from Leslie’s cheek, his rough fingers resting beneath the moist, blurred golden eyes, gently wiping away the tears that had been forced out.

Casper took Leslie’s fair, slender hand and placed it to his lips, kissing his fingers, palms, and wrists inch by inch, feeling the violent throbbing pulse beneath the delicate skin, which was consistent with the frequency within his own body.

“Your Highness…”

He called out to him in a low voice.

Another term, more intimate and affectionate, one that he had never called out in two lifetimes, echoed in his mouth, lingering on the tip of his tongue, urgent and shy.

Casper buried his head in those soft, pink palms, whispering his transgression in an almost inaudible voice. The vibration of his vocal cords traveled along the skin all the way to his heart, leaving a numbing sensation in the hearts of both Zerg.

“My Lord…”

When the storm passed, Casper bathed Leslie clean and placed him into the fresh, fluffy bedding.

He traced Leslie’s peaceful and radiant sleeping face with his eyes.

The faint red remaining at the corners of his eyes was an incredibly alluring color that made Zerg’s imagination run wild.

Casper still remembered that the last time he saw such a bright color on Leslie’s face was the day he was released from prison.

The sunlight that day was very bright, but he could not feel the warmth.

He saw His Highness waiting for him at the entrance; the moment he saw him, his gaze shattered, and the corners of his eyes flushed red.

He thought, I must get there quickly, or Leslie will cry.

He stumbled and ran towards him, running towards his sun.

And then, he fell into a warm, soft embrace.

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