Reborn: The Female Monarch Is My Life’s Greatest Love - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Stay Away from Me

Having spent all his savings on training equipment, Constant had to take a taxi this time. Consequently, after getting off, he stood alone at the restaurant entrance waiting for his Nate, which inadvertently made him the center of attention for numerous female Zerg.

Although these strangers didn’t particularly care about his gender, they felt that with a face so striking it commanded second glances, they’d be winning regardless of what his secondary sex turned out to be.

“I have a partner.”

This was the forty-second time Constant had repeated this phrase since standing there. He was beginning to genuinely doubt whether the ring on his finger wasn’t shiny enough or if these Zerg crowding around him were simply blind.

The moment a Sub-female reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder while murmuring that “having a partner is fine,” Constant reached up, seized the Sub-female’s wrist, and jerked him forward.

This sudden movement caused a collective gasp from the surrounding admirers.

As the distance between them closed abruptly, leaving the Sub-female stunned, Nathaniel—who had been in a car nearby—stepped out and began walking toward Constant.

Naturally, the entire ambiguous scene fell right into his gaze.

“Want to spend the night with me?” Constant asked, his lips curling into a slight smirk as he tilted his head down, closing the gap further.

Looking at the masterfully crafted face inches away, the Sub-female’s eyelashes fluttered bashfully as he gave a small nod.

Nathaniel stood not far behind Constant. He watched his Master “flirting” with the Sub-female, his fists slowly tightening at his sides.

“You’re not worthy,” Constant said, his smile becoming even more pronounced. But only the Sub-female closest to him could see the freezing chill in his eyes.

Before the Sub-female could even process the fear, Constant swung his arm, throwing the male against a nearby lamp post. The sudden impact forced a cry of pain from the Sub-female and sent the surrounding crowd scattering instantly.

“I said, I have a partner!” Constant’s gaze swept over the onlookers. He brushed off the shoulder the Sub-female had nearly touched, straightened his suit, and sneered, “If you don’t want to die, you’d better stay away from me.”

Though he was puzzled as to why Constant possessed enough strength to hurl a Sub-female like that, Nathaniel’s clenched fists gradually relaxed. Even the presence of the sidearm at his lower back felt less pressing; at the very least, his partner had truly rejected the advance.

The night wind caught Nathaniel’s white cloak, making it flutter like a falling leaf as he approached. The military uniform beneath complemented the cloak perfectly, showcasing the majestic bearing of an Imperial Major General to the fullest.

As the crowd fell into a hushed silence at the appearance of the high-ranking officer, Constant turned around following the collective gaze. To his surprise, Nathaniel reached out first, hooking an arm around Constant’s waist and pulling him into a firm embrace.

As his senses were filled with the scent of licorice, Constant’s stunned eyes quickly flooded with joy. He instinctively closed his eyes to meet the lips pressing against his own.

The crowd let out muffled gasps at the display. Due to the angle of his military cap, Nathaniel’s eyes were cast in shadow, but Constant didn’t miss the glimmer of a smile in those azure depths when he opened his eyes.

Just as Constant tried to deepen the kiss with his tongue, he felt a sharp sting on his lower lip that made him let out a muffled groan.

But before he could pull back to ask why, Nathaniel pressed his neck back in, following up with a kiss that left Constant breathless.

In the eyes of the public, the man in the suit had just effortlessly tossed aside a Sub-female for merely touching his shoulder, yet now he was turning around to kiss an Imperial officer in broad daylight (or rather, moonlight).

The stark contrast left the onlookers in such a state of shock they nearly forgot where they were.

When Nathaniel finally released him, he saw Constant nursing his sore lip with his tongue, looking at him with a gaze full of confusion and a hint of grievance.

“Don’t let them get that close next time,” Nathaniel said. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth upon seeing Constant’s expression, but he kept his tone intentionally cold.

Constant understood perfectly. After nodding his promise, he held out one of his hands and murmured to his Female Sovereign, “My hand hurts…”

His tone was pure coaxing, like a spoiled child.

Since his Nate had seen the earlier scene, he figured he’d use this method to distract him. Otherwise, if Nate started asking questions later, he couldn’t exactly admit he’d been sneaking into the military camp, could he?

The crowd, having just witnessed Constant throw a person like a sack of flour, felt a row of question marks pop up over their heads: Wait, did we hallucinate that earlier part?

Seeing Constant looking at him so pitifully with those beautiful eyes, Nathaniel swallowed the lecture he had prepared. He glanced back at Ward, who gave a nod of understanding, then took Constant’s hand. With their fingers interlaced, they walked into the restaurant.

As Nathaniel’s adjutant, Ward had already been mentally picking out a burial plot for that Sub-female when he saw the Master pull the male so close.

However, the Master’s subsequent actions made even this lifelong bachelor of a soldier feel his heart skip a beat. Smooth! The Major General’s Master is incredibly smooth!

Watching Constant sneer and toss that offending Sub-female aside from the car had made Ward want to cheer out loud.

He wasn’t at all surprised by his Major General’s public display of claiming his territory. In fact, if Constant weren’t already spoken for—and by his own superior, no less—Ward might have considered charging over to grab a kiss himself.

With that thought, his eyes met Nathaniel’s. Understanding the unspoken command in that look, he turned his gaze toward the lamp post where the Sub-female was still struggling to stand.

A Master who could hurl a Sub-female with one hand—Ward had to admit, this one was different from those “shining on the outside, rotten on the inside” Nobles.

That said, as a soldier himself, he did wish to find a caring Sub-female partner, but he hadn’t met one that suited his heart yet.

He knelt down and extended a hand to the male leaning against the post. “Hello. If it’s convenient, would you mind telling me your family name?”

At those words, the Sub-female looked up into Ward’s bright, cheery smile. But despite the handsome face before him, the question made the Sub-female realize the terrifying implication. He bit his lip hard and shook his head frantically.

He had only wanted a night of fun with a graceful Noble—whoever that Noble was, it would have been a win. Who could have known the guy would be a physical powerhouse? He was fairly certain his ribs were broken.

And this man before him was clearly a subordinate of that Imperial officer. Asking for a family name might look like concern, but the moment he spoke it, he’d likely bring ruin to his entire house.

Today was his own blunder, so taking the hit was one thing, but if it reached the family level, he was certain his fathers would disown him on the spot.

In an era that worshipped martial might, a small family like his could never compete with high-ranking officers.

Seeing the Sub-female shaking his head repeatedly, Ward saw his goal was achieved. He didn’t linger. He patted the male on the head and walked back toward the hovercraft, leaving behind a single sentence:

“You’re smart, little guy.”

Ward vividly remembered the last time Nathaniel gave him that look—the Sub-female who had been plucked from Constant’s arms and dragged away crying had met a much darker fate.

Nathaniel never showed his dark side to Constant. Yet, it was this very obsession that had fueled the boy from years ago to climb all the way to the rank of Imperial Major General.

—I will make him mine. —Only mine.

That was the boy’s first time on the battlefield. He had pulled a long blade from a Butterfly Zerg’s body and turned back to reach out to him: “Do you want to witness the glory of the Empire with me?”

The boy’s amber eyes looked almost demonic, stained by a drop of blood, but the smile on his face and the way he handled the blade made it seem as if the war was just a game to him.

It was that same boy who had used his fair hands to dig him out of a pile of corpses, and who had thrown himself forward without hesitation when the starship crashed…

Nathaniel was the firefly that led him, and the light he swore to follow forever.

Meanwhile, in the private booth, Constant watched as Nathaniel—who had declined all waiter service—juggled a bottle of red wine in his hand before propping it on his left palm and walking slowly toward him.

With a look of confusion, Constant watched Nathaniel straddle his lap. He swallowed hard as he watched the other’s Adam’s apple move. “Nate?”

Using his teeth to pull out the half-extracted cork and spitting it aside, Nathaniel looked at Constant and smiled. “Undo it.”

Hearing such suggestive words, Constant felt a jolt of electricity run through him. His mind began racing: how was he going to explain why his physical stamina had suddenly leveled up after only a month?

By saying he used the equipment at home?

But that equipment was linked to his terminal; if he had used it, the data logs would prove it.

“Al, are you praying?”