The Omega Becomes The Zerg Queen - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Tip of the Tongue

Su Lili carefully examined the light orb within her mental sea.

A thin, semi-transparent shell had begun to coalesce around the core of the crimson orb, appearing much sturdier than before. It seemed her mental power was working.

The sensation of mental repair was extraordinary. If mental “soothing” was a superficial comfort—similar to stroking a pet’s fur—then mental “repair” was far deeper. Her mental power, reaching directly into the core, had completely occupied Pheran’s mental sea. Su Lili felt as if thousands of invisible threads linked the two of them together; his every move and impulse were laid bare before her.

She could clearly feel Pheran’s pain, his restlessness, his pleasure, his lingering attachment, and his surging, turbulent desire.

In her past life on Blue Star, she had just reached adulthood. Her glands had matured, but she had not yet officially experienced a heat cycle. After coming here and becoming the Zerg Queen, though her body was adult, her glands had somehow regressed to an adolescent state. While they had been growing since her last physical upgrade, they hadn’t yet reached full maturity.

Consequently, she had never gone through a heat, nor had she ever formally experienced this specific sensation.

In the Omega Protection Association courses of her past life, Omegas were taught that when a heat begins, they must either prepare suppressants and isolate themselves at home or spend it with their partner. However, the lessons never specifically described what it actually felt like.

Now, sensing the emotions emanating from Pheran’s mental sea—a fiery, bone-deep itch—the feeling spread from her mental sea down her spine and throughout her body. It made her skin flush with heat and left her feeling an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

As if stimulated, the glands at the side of her neck released pheromones even more intensely. Driven by self-preservation, she instinctively felt some resistance to this sudden sensation. Fortunately, once the mental connection was partially dampened, the feeling quickly subsided.

She took a few shallow breaths to calm her heart and opened her eyes, which were still glazed with a lingering moisture. Her gaze met Pheran’s.

The pale-skinned man was now flushed red all over, with a faint steam rising from his head. His red eyes were shimmering and watery. He was as drenched as if he had just been fished out of a lake; his silk shirt clung to his frame, and his slightly curly black hair was matted messily against his cheeks, some strands disappearing into the depths of his collar.

Seeing her open her eyes, Pheran rubbed his forehead against her palm. He called out in a low, rasping voice: “Your Majesty.”

“Shall we… continue?”

Su Lili hesitated. According to the records, the shell protecting the core was constantly being eroded by the chaotic mental storms of high-ranking Zerg. Her previous repair hadn’t formed a complete, solid protective shell yet; it was only a half-finished product. A shell like that was virtually no different from having no repair at all.

But if she continued the repair, she wasn’t sure if her mental power reserves would hold out.

Drip. Drop.

The sound of liquid splashing caught her attention. She followed the sound, her gaze focusing on the center of Pheran’s collarbones. The slightly swollen tip of his honey chamber was partially open, exuding a pale yellow, milky fluid.

The last time Pheran had brewed honey for her, it had been in a dark, secret room, and she hadn’t seen it clearly. Unsure, she caught a drop with her fingertip. The thick, pale yellow honey hung damply from her finger. She brought it to her lips—it was indeed that familiar taste.

She looked at Pheran. “You’ve brewed honey?”

Her delicate fingertip inevitably brushed against him. The honey chamber at his collarbone turned a deeper shade of red; it trembled, and two more drops of honey fell.

“Mhm,” he answered hoarsely.

For the Bee-type, honey production was tied to emotion. The more intense the feelings and the closer the intimacy, the purer and more abundant the honey. The moment the Queen’s mental power linked with his mental sea, the honey had begun to flow. Droplets of honey milk dripped from between his collarbones, leaving damp stains on the collar of his dark shirt.

Su Lili stared at the spot, lost in thought. Continuing the repair would undoubtedly drain her mental power, but Pheran was brewing honey now, which could replenish it. If the two balanced each other out—it might actually be feasible?

Her repair was incomplete; the shell was too thin and patchy, covering the exposed core in bits and pieces. If she gave up halfway today, she might have to start from scratch next time.

“Let’s continue.”

She looked at Pheran. Meeting her gaze, Pheran instinctively straightened his chest. His chains clinked crisply, and his wide collar fell open to the sides, revealing the clear lines of his pectoral muscles.

“I’ll help you finish the shell today and reinforce it later. But… I’ll need you to keep brewing honey. Is that alright?”

“Of course.” Behind the bite guard, Pheran’s bright red tongue darted out to lick the corner of his mouth. “It is my honor, Your Majesty.”

“However,” he frowned, pleading, “could we ask Lord Lucius to step away?” Pheran looked past her, his eyes meeting the reddened green eyes of the man behind her, and he arched an eyebrow. “Honey brewing is a very private act that only occurs between partners. Having someone else nearby… affects my state.”

“Lucius.”

The young man behind her had been silent since she began the mental repair; she had almost forgotten he was there. Looking back, she saw the Great Priest wasn’t in a good state either. He was hunched over, legs pressed together, sitting sideways with his whole body tense. His lips were bitten white, and his hands were clenched tightly in front of his abdomen. A deep crimson flush covered the corners of his eyes, his brow, and his neck. His eyes wandered, not daring to meet hers.

He, too, looked as if he had just stepped out of a heavy rain. His white, sacred priestly robes were so damp they seemed to be dripping, becoming semi-transparent and clinging tightly to him. From his defined abdominals to his firm thighs, the faint outlines of his muscles were visible beneath the fabric.

His ears were so red they looked ready to bleed. Su Lili trembled and quickly looked away. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

“Could you… step away for a moment?”

Lucius nodded slightly, his voice carrying a hint of a pant. “As you command, Your Majesty.”

The Temple hall was oval-shaped, with two small resting lounges set to the side, shielded by screens embroidered with intricate Zerg patterns. Even from a distance, the heavy, sweet fragrance filled the small room.

The moment Lucius entered, he slid down the screen to the floor as if all strength had left him. His neatly worn priestly robes lay in a disarrayed heap at his feet, but the usually fastidious young man had no time to care. He had used every ounce of his willpower just to make it here without losing his composure in front of the Queen.

If the fragrance alone could do this to him, he could only imagine what it was doing to Pheran, who was mentally linked to Her Majesty. Fortunately, the Queen had said she would favor him too. He reached out, staring dazeedly through the semi-transparent screen at the two figures in the distance, murmuring under his breath.

“Your Majesty…”

…

In the sacred, brightly lit Temple hall, the two sat facing each other, their black and white hems intertwined.

She closed her eyes and reached out toward the center of Pheran’s forehead again. “I’m continuing.”

Pheran watched the girl before him. She wore a Greek-style white dress today, exposing her pale collarbones and rounded shoulders. Her exquisite face still held a lingering flush. The sensation of a mental link was two-way; he had felt the Queen’s own innocent reaction. It seemed Lucius hadn’t succeeded in attending her bed last night. Furthermore, the Queen was not entirely indifferent to him.

His narrow lips curled. His eyes were filled with unabashed possessiveness and a desire to conquer. Since that was the case, he would be the first Zerg to successfully attend her bed.

Entering the mental sea again, the crimson light orb no longer hid. It surged toward her almost instantly. The somewhat coarse core rubbed against her mental tentacles, causing a slight itch. Su Lili focused on the gaps in the unfinished shell and began to patch them meticulously.

This time, the crimson orb didn’t try to forcibly trap her mental tentacles. With her previous experience, she was much more adept at the repairs. However, because their minds were deeply linked, she could still feel the strange, turbulent emotions flowing from Pheran.

Su Lili’s eyelashes fluttered; she felt a terrifying heat throughout her body. Her slender shoulders huddled inward, and she couldn’t help but part her lips slightly, panting to release the heat.

Pheran’s gaze darkened as he watched his King. Between her naturally red lips, her vibrant tongue was faintly visible.

Was this the place Her Majesty used to taste his honey? The warm, soft sensation was intoxicating. Pheran had a massive appetite. The mental link alone wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger; in comparison, it only made his physical body feel more empty. He wished he could be closer to her.

This annoying bite guard.

His gaze slid from her crimson lips, down her rising and falling chest, to her white arms and toes. Pheran’s eyes flickered. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

Between his collarbones, his honey chamber was still dripping. He caught some with his hand and carefully brought it to the girl’s lips, fantasizing that he and the King were already becoming one.

In the system panel, the steadily declining mental power reserve suddenly jumped up by 1%.

Before Su Lili could look closely, the sweet, soft, and sticky sensation at her lips made her instinctively open her mouth and take it in. The sweet honey slowly nourished her mental sea. Instinctively wanting more, she licked at the softness near her lips.

The honey he had caught in his palm wasn’t much to begin with, and it was licked clean in a few strokes. Her soft little tongue searched for a moment, and finding nothing more, she nipped at the softness near her lips in a fit of pique. Her physique had improved, so the force of her bite was not small.

Small patches of blood immediately seeped from Pheran’s hand. Sensing moisture again, her soft tongue wrapped around it once more. This time, however, the liquid she tasted wasn’t the sweet, thick milk from before. It was thin, slightly metallic, and a bit bitter.

Her picky little tongue didn’t like it. She spat twice and pushed the hand away from her lips, closing her mouth tightly, refusing to open it again.

“Heh.”

“You truly are picky, Your Majesty,” Pheran chuckled, his low, raspy voice incredibly seductive. “Picky, yet adorable.”

He withdrew his hand. His reddened palm, licked clean, was still coated in glistening saliva. It was radiating a sweet fragrance even more intense than the air around them. He stared at it for a moment, then lifted his palm to his nose, inhaling deeply. Still unsatisfied, he pressed his palm against his bite guard.

Through the gaps, the clear saliva slowly slid down. Pheran caught it with the tip of his tongue and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.