Reborn: The Female Monarch Is My Life’s Greatest Love - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Requesting a Delay

Nathanael’s leave time amounted to only two days per month. Excluding the marriage leave used for their registration and this current two-day return, he had already exhausted all his spare time to nourish his male lord.

“Is there really no other way?” An hour before Nathanael was due to leave home, Constant opened his mouth to catch a grape offered to his lips. The juice trickled down the other’s fingertips; after Constant licked it away with the tip of his tongue, he was left with an Imperial Major General whose expression remained unchanged but whose ear tips were slightly red.

“Unless…” Unless his male lord was willing to personally use his own optical computer to send an application letter to Headquarters, requesting the detention of the female bug to complete the procreation plan. But would Constant do such a thing just to be with him?

“Ah, I see.” Memories of his past life caused Constant, after a brief moment of reflection, to choose a more stable method. He opened his optical computer and sent an application to the Zerg Command, hoping they would relatively extend his female consort’s leave; otherwise, they would not have sufficient time to carry out the procreation plan.

Although this method did not differ from what Nathanael had imagined, the latter still felt a flicker of joy because of Constant’s independent decision: Constant’s current posture of centering everything around him was an extremely rare case not just for himself, but in the entire Zerg race.

What male lord would treat his female consort with such exclusivity and tenderness, and tolerate all of a female’s possessiveness? He had an illusion of returning to the past, yet he understood that was impossible.

He did not know who had leaked the news back then; he only knew that a month after he briefly left Constant’s side, the other had completely changed his face when dealing with him. He was no longer like the mascot that followed by his side. Those eyes, once filled with light, had turned grey and dim upon seeing him; the other’s response to his advances shifted from deliberate ignorance to total resistance.

In just one month, his Constant had abandoned him.

As the only son of the family, Constant had been pampered since childhood, and his status as a male bug combined with his outstanding appearance made many females and sub-females covet everything he owned. But Constant never spared them even a single glance, because in the other’s eyes, there was only him—there was simply no room for any other female.

After their family fell into ruin, Nathanael chose to secretly sponsor him to attend the highest institution of learning on Planet Bug without hurting Constant’s self-esteem, leading to his successful graduation.

However, as Constant grew up, he learned many bad habits. Smoking, drinking, racing—every day, a different sub-female would sit in the passenger seat of his racing car. He would hook his arm around their shoulders and press his head against theirs, acting so intimately it seemed they would roll together in the next moment.

Constant wouldn’t even restrain himself in his presence; instead, he became more reckless, sliding his hand across the thighs of those sub-females or grabbing their waists and letting them use their mouths to help him unbutton his shirt.

Constant did it to spite him.

Nathanael certainly understood what those cold eyes were thinking when they looked at him. His smirk, his mockery he could endure and tolerate all of these. But Constant should not have done that thing, even if he was under the influence of drugs and couldn’t help himself.

He still remembered it was a rainy night. Icy rain fell on his face, soaking his clothes through, but even that coldness could not match the soul-piercing chill he felt when Constant, lying sideways on the bed in a daze, stretched out his spiritual feelers.

The moment his spiritual feelers were almost about to touch that sub-female, he suddenly lost all reason. He used his pheromones to forcibly sever the sub-female’s feelers; the other let out a shrill scream, and then blood seeped bit by bit from their facial features. They died slowly in painful struggle and extreme despair.

If he had arrived any later, would Constant have been forced to take responsibility for this sub-female because of the touch of the spiritual feelers? Perhaps, because it was the first time they had a relationship, the sub-female would have had to stay by Constant’s side as a female consort. What would he be then? A female attendant? A female slave? Or even a female pet.

No matter what it was, he would stay by Constant’s side!

But he would never allow anyone to threaten his status, so killing them directly was the best outcome not to mention this sub-female had used an induction agent to get Constant. This kind of drug, which causes great harm to male bugs, had always been prohibited by the Zerg, yet this sub-female actually dared to use such a thing to harm his Constant!

In the end, Constant was brought back to his nest. They quarreled because of the other’s carelessness, leading Constant to completely cut off contact with him. But he proposed marriage, using his status as an Imperial Major General and his family connections to pressure the Male Bug Management Committee, ultimately imprisoning Constant by his side and making him his male lord.

On the wedding night, just as he had expected, the other utilized his status to mete out punishment to him, the female consort. Yet before long, as if filled with regret, the other lunged toward him, and they even spent what could be described as an extremely wonderful night.

After that night, Constant seemed like a completely different person, showing him meticulous care and even ceasing to frequent those places of debauchery, staying focused in the nest waiting for him to return.

Regarding this change, he felt something was off, but he knew this person was Constant. No matter what the other had experienced, it was fine as long as he remained by his side.

Sure enough, the power and status of a male lord within the Zerg race allowed the Command to quickly verify and reply to the letter in a short time: Major General Nathanael’s one-day leave is approved as a Procreation Day. We wish this newlywed couple an early completion of their great procreation duty to cultivate new talents for the Empire.

“They agreed.” Constant displayed the letter he received on the optical screen for Nathanael to see, and then he was scooped up from the floor and pressed onto the bed.

“???” Although he had indeed applied for an extra day of leave, it was just an excuse; he simply wanted more time to stay with Nathanael, to eat and chat, and also to ask about matters in the military. But Nathanael had misunderstood his meaning and took him straight into the room.

“Wait.” Smelling the licorice scent emanating from the other a slight spiciness mixed with the sweetness of hazelnut and honey. Constant pressed his hands against Nathanael’s chest to push him back a short distance: “Although I did use that reason to apply for leave, we don’t necessarily have to spend the day in this manner.”

Nathanael understood the other’s meaning upon hearing Constant’s words, but he shook his head: “The Command will come to check the concentration of pheromones on my body after the leave ends. If we do not spend the day as stated in the application, I will be punished.”

Actually, after Constant discovered the unique use of spiritual feelers, he felt exhausted after every fusion with Constant. But thanks to the strong physique and recovery ability of a female bug, he believed he could withstand such high-intensity, dense exercise.

After a moment of silence, Constant raised his hand to pull Nathanael into his arms: “It’s okay, I have a way.” After releasing his pheromones, his spiritual feelers also tentatively tangled with Nathanael’s. Listening to the comfortable low groans of the female consort in his arms, he rubbed the space between the other’s brows with the tip of his nose: “When you first enter the military, what do they train you in?”

“Physical fitness and endurance.” Nathanael felt the other’s feelers soothing him, so he whispered into Constant’s ear, then, somewhat unable to control himself, licked Constant’s earlobe: “Long-distance running usually lasts about three days, from morning to night, followed by firearms training.”

“Sounds very tiring.” Although the constitution of a female bug was inherently excellent, Constant couldn’t help but feel some heartache for his female consort: because back then, the other not only had to undergo training every day but also had to make time to clean up the messes he left behind.

Wrapped in dense pheromones, Nathanael felt as if he were drunk, lying entirely on cotton clouds swaying in the air. Maybe a little.” He raised his hand to stroke Constant’s collarbone, then rested his cheek against the other’s chest: “But El,  with me here, you don’t need to worry about these issues.” The Zerg race had not yet reached the point where male bugs needed to enlist and fight, because that would mean the planet was about to be finished.

In a daze, he answered Constant’s questions one after another. Although he didn’t understand the significance of why the other was asking these things, since the other was interested, he would never hide anything. And after he finally couldn’t endure the dual infiltration of spirit and body and felt his desires stirred, Constant followed his thoughts and sank into it with him. In the end, Constant took out a pair of “Partner Chips” from under the pillow and, in front of him, placed one of them on his ring finger.

Before dawn the next day, Nathanael was already dressed in his military uniform, ready to return to his unit. Before leaving, he knelt devoutly by the side of the bed where Constant was sleeping, took the hand wearing the partner chip, and imprinted a kiss: “Wait for me to come back, El.” He seemed to understand a bit why those married female bugs always returned from every holiday with frowns on their faces.

Constant did not wake up until after Nathanael had left: because of the long duration of extending his spiritual feelers yesterday, his mental power was greatly depleted during each act of soothing. Now, he was so sleepy he couldn’t hear a sound; he just wanted to have a good sleep.

“Nar…” In his dreams, Constant unconsciously murmured his female consort’s name.

Exciting! Truly exciting!