Gaien learned many techniques from his teacher, but when it came to putting them into practice, he stumbled and appeared clumsy. Han Yan, however, was patient, calmly waiting for Gaien to showcase each skill. Only then did he lower his gaze, gently caressing Gaien’s swollen lips with the pads of his fingers, thoroughly marking his partner.
The cold scent of pheromones instantly filled the entire room, as if a continuous spring rain had descended.
The process of deep marking could be somewhat painful for the female zerg. After being marked by the male zerg for the first time, female zergs might even experience a brief period of weakness for a few days.
However, Gaien seemed entirely unafraid of the pain. He lay on the soft bedding, his silver hair slightly disheveled, and his beautiful crimson eyes locked onto Han Yan. He watched as this seemingly indifferent male marked him.
Han Yan noticed Gaien’s gaze, smiled imperceptibly, tightened his cool fingertips, and then slowly moved them to Gaien’s abdomen. He paused just below the ribs, separated by a layer of warm flesh, and Gaien unconsciously clenched his fingertips.
Han Yan still maintained a refined appearance, with his white shirt showing only a few wrinkles. He raised his hand and removed his slightly fogged gold-rimmed glasses. His gray-blue eyes, now uncovered, lost some of their elegance and gained a bit of clarity. He asked in a low voice, “Do you know where this is?”
It should have been taught in textbooks.
Gaien closed his eyes, whether feeling embarrassed or something else, his body trembled for a moment beyond his control. Then, he nodded gently and, in a hoarse voice, uttered two words, “I know…”
It was his reproductive organ.
Smart.
In his past life, Han Yan’s desires had been almost entirely consumed by wealth, and matters of the heart were optional. However, the beautiful and obedient female zerg before him now allowed him to taste a somewhat intoxicating flavor, akin to tobacco, akin to poppy — a taste that could easily become addictive with the slightest carelessness.
Han Yan calmly kissed away the tears at the corner of Gaien’s eyes. Unlike most of the rough and brutal male zergs in this country, he treated Gaien as if handling a delicate yet exquisite piece of porcelain, embodying the essence of gentleness to the extreme.
Gaien evidently couldn’t resist this tender gesture, caught up in a daze as he pursued Han Yan’s slightly cool lips. In a hoarse and fragmented voice, he uttered two words, “My lord…”
He trembled, not out of fear but out of an intense excitement.
Gaien’s complexion was naturally pale, and the hint of red at the corners of his eyes gave him an oddly sickly appearance. Under the cover of night, he shamelessly scrutinized Han Yan, his gaze carrying a profound possessiveness—
Upon closer inspection, he bore a striking resemblance to Han Yan.
The distinction lies in the former resembling a rational adult beholding a cherished collection—liking it but able to remain clear-headed. The latter is more akin to an innocent yet cruel child encountering a beloved toy, insistent on exclusive possession, determined to hold onto it. This emotion runs deeper and is more frenzied than what Han Yan feels.
They both do not understand what love is,
They both have experienced irreparable losses,
To desire and possess is enough; no need for excessive contemplation.
In matters of the heart, they are both naive, and no one can teach them. For now, let’s consider it as the machinations of desire within their hearts—one chasing after benefits, the other seeking long-craved warmth. Just like those two incomplete rings, they strive to find the missing parts of themselves in each other.
They may not be the noblest, but they are undoubtedly the most compatible…
Johnny sat in the corridor, hugging a pillow, lost in thought. Suddenly, he heard from behind the door a series of restrained and suppressed gasps and cries, unmistakably from a female zerg. He couldn’t help but shudder at the sound.
It’s over, it’s over. Ashya can be so ruthless even to his own female monarch. Won’t he be left with no place to bury himself tomorrow?
Johnny, unsteady, leaned against the wall and slowly got up from the floor. He staggered back to his room, the star card he had managed to acquire not as enticing anymore. His mind was filled with thoughts of how Han Yan would deal with him tomorrow. Overwhelmed with sorrow, he felt life was hopeless.
A night of entanglement and struggle, the soft sound of drizzling rain persisting. When the warm sun rose from outside the window, the seemingly endless rain gradually came to a stop.
Gaien woke up much later than usual, lying amidst the disheveled bedding. He struggled to move his fingertips and finally managed to extricate himself from the tide of pleasure that engulfed him last night. He slowly opened his eyes.
The room was empty and quiet, with only the faint sight of dust dancing in the air. Gaien instinctively reached out to the side, but all he felt was a cold void. Han Yan was long gone, and his whereabouts were unknown.
“…”
Expressionless, Gaien pressed his lips together and slowly sat up from the bed. His eyelashes were exceptionally long, casting a persistent shadow when his gaze lowered. The brighter the sunlight, the denser the shadow.
Why didn’t he stay…
In Gaien’s mind, the words his teacher once said echoed again:
“Male zergs will never like a female zerg without any charm. This way, you’ll only end up with an empty room after marriage.”
Alone in an empty room?
Gaien lowered his head, repeatedly chewing on those words. He couldn’t decipher the full meaning, and finally, he lifted the blanket, struggling to get up from the bed. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his right leg, and he unintentionally fell to the ground.
“Bang—”
Gaien frowned and let out a suppressed groan, his face devoid of color. Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on his knee, where numerous small kiss marks were scattered, evident of the male’s excessive play last night. Now, it caused a stinging pain as if needles were pricking him.
Gaien closed his eyes, patiently waiting for the pain to subside before slowly getting up from the ground, limping into the bathroom for a wash. He vaguely remembered Han Yan seemingly helping him clean up yesterday, but due to extreme fatigue and a clouded mind, he couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality. Therefore, he earnestly washed himself once again.
The warm water flowed gently over his body, creating a mist in the bathroom.
There was a faint ache in Gaien’s abdominal area. Han Yan, despite his refined and indifferent appearance, displayed a possessiveness and dominance in claiming that was unparalleled. It seemed as though he wanted to mark his female monarch inside and out, from flesh to bone, making Gaien entirely his possession.
Gaien, for some unknown reason, raised his hand to touch the back of his neck in front of the misty mirror. He saw that the golden mark had already changed color. He couldn’t help but think that the male zerg had indeed marked him very deeply…
After marriage, female zergs had a lot of responsibilities, not only tending to the male zerg but also taking charge of all the household chores. Gaien had a generous half-month of honeymoon leave to adapt to these changes. After his bath, he changed into a clean set of clothes and started cleaning the room.
Gaien lifted the covers and saw that the bed was mostly soaked, causing his eyelashes to tremble for a moment. Whether recalling something embarrassing or not, he remained silent, took off the wet bedding, tossed it into the washing machine, and then laid out a fresh set of sheets. His actions still carried a hint of the military habits from the past, neatly folding the sheets into perfect squares.
When Han Yan returned from his morning exercise, he found Gaien cleaning with his back turned. It seemed like Gaien had truly started to consider this not-so-big room as a home. He was busy tidying up the bed, his expression focused and serious.
“…”
Han Yan remained silent. Leaning against the door frame, he quietly observed the scene in front of him, contemplating something unknown.
Despite Han Yan’s silent footsteps, Gaien, being a military female, sensed his presence. Subconsciously turning around, he saw the male zerg standing at the doorway, staring at him. In the scattered sunlight, the gray-blue eyes seemed to lose some of their aloofness.
Gaien slowly straightened his posture, as if intending to approach, yet for some reason, he remained motionless. Standing silently in place, he eventually uttered, devoid of discernible emotion, “My lord…”
“Hmm.”
Han Yan casually responded, then entered the room gradually. He retrieved a clean set of clothes from the wardrobe and proceeded to take a shower, just as he usually did. It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes later that he emerged from the bathroom, only to find Gaien still standing in the same spot, not having moved a step.
Seeing Gaien’s stillness, Han Yan’s steps slightly faltered. He said to Gaien, “Let’s go downstairs for breakfast.”
At this usual time, Admon and Johnny should have already gotten up to prepare breakfast. Han Yan wasn’t sure who was on duty today, but they rotated this responsibility among themselves.
Misunderstanding Han Yan’s intention, Gaien only now remembered that he should be going downstairs to prepare breakfast. After all, in this villa where three distinguished male zergs lived, duties were shared. “Sorry, I’ll go prepare breakfast now.”
After speaking, Gaien limped out of the room, moving faster than usual. However, when he was descending the stairs, a sudden pain shot through his right leg, nearly causing him to fall. Han Yan, walking behind him, acted swiftly, pulling Gaien back in time. He noticed Gaien’s pale complexion, and the right leg hidden in his pants was trembling subtly, making it difficult for him to stand.
“…”
Han Yan had forgotten that a female zerg would experience a period of weakness after being deeply marked by a male zerg. Considering Gaien’s previous mental strain on the battlefield, this weakness might be even more pronounced.
Han Yan asked casually, “Is it very painful?”
Gaien shook his head silently. He reached out to grab the nearby railing, using it for support to stabilize himself. He made an effort to appear less disheveled, but the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead betrayed something.
“It’s nothing…”
Gaien finished speaking and continued his attempt to go downstairs. However, before he could take a step, he was unexpectedly pulled back by the male zerg, falling into a slightly cool embrace—
Han Yan seemed to be checking something, his gaze behind the lenses focused and precise. His warm palm, separated by clothing, rested on Gaien’s abdomen and then slowly moved upward to the marked area from yesterday. In a deep voice, he asked, “Is it very painful?”
Gaien lowered his gaze, still shaking his head in solitude.
Han Yan smiled mysteriously and uttered two words, “Telling lies.”
After saying that, he lowered his gaze to the lower floor, only to find the living room on the first floor empty, without a trace of any of the male zergs.
Han Yan’s slender fingertips lightly tapped on Gaien’s waist, as if contemplating something. After a brief silence of three seconds, he wordlessly lifted the female zerg into a horizontal position.
Gaien’s pupils contracted slightly, and he instinctively looked at Han Yan. “My lord—”
“Hush.”
Han Yan didn’t want any other male zerg to witness this scene. His fingertips pressed against the female zerg’s right leg, which trembled uncontrollably due to the pain. Simultaneously, he casually turned his head and kissed the crimson teardrop mole at the corner of Gaien’s eye, saying a suggestive sentence near his ear, “Crying children get sweets…”
The female zerg cried so melodiously yesterday, which pleased him. Han Yan didn’t mind rewarding such behavior, although no male zerg in Salaranfa would engage in such practices.
Han Yan had just finished showering, and his body was still cool, but it quickly warmed up. Feeling the warm kiss at the corner of his eye, Gaien couldn’t help but close his eyes and inquire, “My lord…”
The male zerg patiently responded, “Hmm.”
Gaien asked, “Where did you go just now?”
Han Yan replied, “Morning exercise.”
“…”
So, it was because of that.
Gaien, without saying a word, reached out and slowly hugged Han Yan’s neck. He buried his face in the male zerg’s neck, absorbing the cool scent of his pheromones. After a moment, he finally spoke in a low voice, “My lord…”
“Hmm.”
This time, the female zerg in his arms only said one word, “Hurts…”
Han Yan’s steps paused, and he subconsciously lowered his gaze, only to see the silver strands of Gaien’s hair. It was as if a homeless little creature had finally found its home, nestling closely against his shoulder.
After a brief silence, Han Yan resumed his normal pace. “Hmm, I know.”
The spiral staircase was quite long, and Han Yan walked steadily and slowly. When they reached the sofa, he bent down to gently release Gaien. However, the female zerg tightly clung to his neck, unwilling to let go. In a low voice, he repeated the words from before, “It hurts…”
This was probably the first time Gaien had uttered such words in his life. Otherwise, he would have known that using such expressions required a pitiable and coquettish tone, rather than this calm and numb demeanor, as if being injured was an everyday occurrence.
Although, for a military female, getting injured was indeed quite normal.
Han Yan supported himself on Gaien’s side, his eyes behind the lenses quietly observing him. “What do you want?”
He wasn’t angry; instead, there was a faint sense of interest in his demeanor.
Gaien, at Han Yan’s question, tilted his head to look up at him. The edges of his eyes were tinged with red, and upon closer inspection, one could still detect a hint of morbidity. His gaze resembled that of an innocent child asking for candy as he softly uttered two words, “Kiss me.”
He guided Han Yan’s hand to his abdomen, his complexion pale yet remarkably vibrant. In a serious and hoarse voice, he said, “Your mark… it hurts too much.”
Gaien seemed completely unacquainted with shyness.
Han Yan remained silent. His cool fingertips gently caressed the pale side of Gaien’s face. His gaze held a pensive quality, and ultimately, without refusal, he kissed Gaien. The soft lips intertwined and rolled between them, and in the end, there was no resistance. The female zerg responded with a low, satisfied hum, captivated by the moment.
Han Yan’s warm palm pressed against Gaien’s abdomen. Inwardly, he contemplated that he probably hadn’t been too rough last night, yet the female zerg still displayed a pitiable, trembling appearance.
Unconsciously, they both fell onto the sofa.
Han Yan diverted part of his attention to the sounds upstairs, while the other part focused on Gaien. He let the female zerg sit in his lap, gently stroking the scar on his thigh. In a tone devoid of emotion, he asked, “Still hurting?”
There was nothing more to be done about the pain. Han Yan heard the sounds of Johnny and Admon getting up and opening the door.
Gaien evidently sensed something too. He glanced upstairs and reluctantly extricated himself from Han Yan’s embrace. Limping, he moved to a distance, avoiding the possibility of being discovered by the other male zergs and exposing the absurdity of their recent actions.
Han Yan remained composed, sitting calmly on the sofa, unruffled by the situation. He lifted his hand, removed his glasses, and casually wiped the fogged lenses with a velvet cloth. A strand of blue hair slipped quietly down, disrupting the otherwise impeccable air of restraint.
Han Yan informed Gaien, “The residence granted by His Majesty is still under renovation.”
Implicit in his words was the idea that they would have to wait some time before moving in.
Gaien nodded, saying, “I’ll follow your lead.”
Han Yan continued, “In a few days, let’s visit Prince Pei’s mansion together. We are relatives, and it’s only proper to visit each other regularly.”
Pretending not to notice the budding ambition in the male’s eyes, Gaien simply hummed, “I’ll make the arrangements.”
Han Yan smiled, satisfied with his female monarch.
During breakfast, Admon sat in the main seat, while Han Yan and Gaien sat on the right side. Johnny sat alone on the left side. However, the dining table in front of them was empty, with no food in sight.
Han Yan wasn’t surprised by this situation. These two male zergs probably thought that with a female zerg in the house, they could easily delegate all household chores. He raised an eyebrow casually and asked, “Who is responsible for cooking today?”
Admon quickly shook his head, indicating that it wasn’t his turn. He was usually in charge of lunch.
Johnny was on the verge of tears, trembling as he raised his hand and stammered, “T-Today it’s my turn to cook…”
Having stolen star card the previous day, he had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. Only when the day broke did he manage to close his eyes, but he ended up oversleeping.
He felt like he was in big trouble!
Gaien didn’t expect that they would personally cook for the family, as typically such responsibilities were assigned to the females. He took a step, seemingly intending to do something, but his leg was gently halted under the table by a pair of chilly shoes.
Gaien instinctively looked at Han Yan.
However, Han Yan didn’t look at him. Behind his glasses, his eyes seemed contemplative. After a moment, he calmly uttered, “Order takeout.”
Johnny and Admon were taken aback by the unexpected statement, wondering if they had misheard.
“What did you say?” Johnny asked in disbelief.
Han Yan repeated, “Order takeout.”
He recalled Johnny’s cooking, which tasted terrible. On their first day of marriage, he decided it would be better for his stomach.
“Just this once, don’t get used to it.”
Since Han Yan was responsible for earning money to support the family, the two male zergs shouldn’t expect to be pampered with beautiful looks. Cooking well was the key to a lasting relationship.
Author’s note:
Johnny: (Crying with joy) (Successfully survived)
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