Chapter 4 Pure-hearted High School Boy

Chapter 4: The Pure-Hearted High School Boy

Sexia had never felt such intense embarrassment before. Both mentally and physically, he yearned for the male insect before him. Their compatibility seemed incredibly high, beyond anything he could have imagined; even the slightest touch left him utterly overwhelmed.

Sexia’s water-blue eyes trembled slightly as he unconsciously curled his fingers, slowly placing his hand over a certain spot on his lower abdomen.

There lay a vicious, permanent scar.

During the Battle of Farr, his abdomen had been brutally pierced by a mech. Surviving was nothing short of a miracle, but the inevitable cost was the loss of his ability to reproduce.

Sexia found it somewhat ironic.

He had always thought reproduction was a repulsive concept, even if it was ingrained in his genes. But if the male involved was Xierlan, he couldn’t help but imagine their future together—even thinking that having offspring might not be so bad after all.

What would the offspring’s personality be like? Who would they take after?

Xierlan would surely be a wonderful Primary Male, building a happy family with him.

"Primary Male…"

Lost in inexpressible awkwardness, Sexia noticed that Xierlan seemed unaware of his turmoil. With eyes crinkling, Xierlan said, "Sexia is really so adorable. I’m going to take a shower. If you’re tired, you can sleep first."

Sexia murmured a soft ‘mm’.

99 was thoroughly enjoying shipping the couple, though it was also acutely aware of how inappropriate the villain’s current state was.

It considered whether to tell Xierlan but ultimately decided against it—leaving the young couple to handle their own affairs. Given their biological makeup and mutual affection, it was only natural. Though perhaps the host, having only been an adult for about three months, might not be fully prepared to satisfy the villain just yet.

99 went into sleep mode directly.

Xierlan finished scrubbing clean, put on his pajamas, and walked out. He wasn’t particularly concerned with his appearance, yet his casual demeanor only added to his warm, homey charm.

Sexia burrowed himself entirely under the blankets, his movements somewhat stiff as he felt a corner of the sheet being lifted.

Xierlan had already climbed into bed and settled down naturally, as if genuinely ready to sleep.

Sexia grew even more restless. Hiding his flushed cheeks with the sheet, he hesitated for a long time. Though he remembered Xierlan saying he could speak up about his needs, Sexia still found it too shameful to say. His eyelids fluttered lightly.

Why was he being ignored like this? Surely the Primary Male had taken physiology classes after coming of age—he should know that female insects enter a mating cycle after being soothed by pheromones. The more compatible they were, the stronger the reaction. If the Primary Male continued to ignore him, Sexia would have no choice but to grit his teeth and endure this unbearable mating cycle alone.

As if sensing the female insect’s anxiety beside him, Xierlan turned over. His voice cut clearly through the quiet night.

"Sexia, what’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Sexia could feel the other slowly propping himself up. His legs trembled, and he felt as though he were slowly soaking in water.

Too afraid to speak, he only managed another soft hum, his voice coming out raspy and unlike himself.

"I’m fine…"

Sexia felt like he was no longer himself. He had intended to resist, but the next moment, his forehead was gently touched. Xierlan pressed the back of his hand against Sexia’s skin and frowned slowly. "You’re burning up."

As he spoke, the bedroom lights flickered back on. Xierlan had turned them on and was about to fetch medicine when Sexia tightly grabbed his wrist.

"Where are you going?"

Xierlan turned back. Sexia’s face, softened and submissive under the lamplight, seemed to blur at the edges. His usually clear blue eyes were now glistening with unshed tears—beautiful yet fragile.

Xierlan’s face flushed instantly. He gently pulled Sexia’s hand from his wrist and slowly interlaced their fingers, trying his best to soothe him. "I’m going to get a thermometer. It seems like you’re sick."

Sexia’s eyes widened, making him look even more like a startled kitten—enough to make Xierlan’s heart explode.

"I’m not sick."

The female insect’s grip tightened slightly. He lowered his eyes, visibly dejected. "Do you really not know what’s wrong with me, Primary Male?"

Was he… acting coy?

Xierlan was utterly charmed. He climbed back into bed, kneeling in front of Sexia as if coaxing a child, his eyes crinkling gently, voice soft. "Then what’s wrong, Sexia? Tell Primary Male."

Sexia only grew more overwhelmed. The usually dignified and aloof noble military female insect seemed to melt like water. Without a word, he shifted and sat directly on Xierlan’s lap. His body flushed red—even someone as strong and composed as him couldn’t help showing vulnerability now.

He seemed on the verge of breaking, his beautifully sculpted back trembling pitifully, unable to stop.

"Primary Male…"

He called out to him softly.

Xierlan’s mind went blank with a buzzing numbness, unable to form any coherent reaction.

It was only then that Xierlan realized how little he knew about physiology. Rarely had he felt so flustered—this was too much for an 18-year-old high school boy to process. Xierlan had never been a particularly desire-driven person, even when dealing with his own needs. Now that he had a wife, he hadn’t even considered this aspect.

Feeling as if he were being steamed alive, Xierlan stammered, "Then what should we do? I’m not really sure how… I’ve never done this before."

Sexia hadn’t either, but he had some idea from adult education classes. Biting his lip hard, he remained silent, yet his body language conveyed everything Xierlan needed to know.

Sexia clung to his neck like some pitiful little animal. Xierlan could support his weight but was also overwhelmed by the bamboo-leaf fragrance, his ears burning crimson.

His mind was screaming: I’m done for.

Who could have expected such a contrast? Xierlan was thoroughly flushed, his eyes fixed on Sexia’s curled-up form. He moved carefully, afraid of causing the female insect any discomfort, only relaxing slightly when he saw the other begin to ease.

Sexia felt like a crumpled piece of paper, yet Xierlan treated him with utmost care—smoothing him out, straightening him, both body and soul.

He had never dared to face that scar before, but now, Xierlan looked at it seriously, gently touching the mark. "Does it still hurt?"

Sexia turned his head away, drenched in sweat. "It’s healed, but…"

He paused, then whispered, "It’s not pretty."

Xierlan ran his hand over Sexia’s lower abdomen—the well-defined muscles, the scar and all, were still beautiful in his eyes.

He couldn’t ignore how Sexia felt. Xierlan said earnestly, "Not at all, Sexia. It’s not ugly. It makes my heart ache—this was so deep, you almost died."

Xierlan’s eyes sparkled. "You’re amazing, Sexia."

"So," Xierlan lifted him up, bathed with Sexia once more, and changed the sheets and duvet cover. "Let’s rest. Tomorrow afternoon, we’ll go to the Bureau of Marital Affairs."

Lying in bed, the waves of passion gradually receded, replaced by an indescribable comfort and drowsiness. When he had sought comfort from the male insect, Sexia had prepared himself to be covered in wounds. Instead, he had been tenderly cared for in every way he longed for—without having to pay any price, without having to crush his self-respect begging for the male insect’s pity.

All he had to do was call for Primary Male.

Xierlan had even bent down to kiss the scar on his abdomen.

So… did he like the idea of having offspring? Would he feel it was a pity?

It seemed that Xierlan had given enough security, as Sexia was too drowsy and exhausted to continue thinking further. Like a cat, he nestled himself into Xierlan’s warm, clean embrace and fell asleep with even, steady breaths.

Unlike Sexia’s peaceful slumber, Xierlan, experiencing intimacy with a partner for the first time, couldn’t sleep at all. He gazed at the female insect before him, gently smoothing his somewhat disheveled snow-white long hair, playfully twirling it around his fingertips.

Familiar with his scent, Sexia didn’t wake up, obediently sleeping against his chest. From above, only a small portion of his serene sleeping face was visible.

If he couldn’t sleep, he could just keep watching for a long time. Even if Sexia was asleep, it didn’t matter—he could keep looking forever in the future.

Just thinking about it made him incredibly happy!

Xierlan smiled with curved eyes, couldn’t resist poking Sexia’s cheek, then held him close and fell asleep together.

The next day, he woke up at eight o’clock, still groggily planning to quietly get up and make dinner, only to find no one beside him.

Xierlan’s stray hair stood up in confusion. He let out a puzzled “Hmm?” and called out, “Sexia, where are you?”

As Xierlan opened the door and stepped out, he heard several sharp voices coming from downstairs.

Looking down from the second floor, he saw Sexia wearing his clothes, dressed appropriately, holding a prepared breakfast and about to come upstairs to find him, but being intercepted and harassed by his father, Beilin.

“Remember this: once you marry into our Sanleisi family, forget your past. Don’t think marrying a Class A Male means you can rest easy. You’d better shed that arrogance of yours. Do you still think you’re that general? Is a simple greeting all I get? Is that how your mother taught you? Where are the tokens of respect for your elders?”

He even reached out to strike him, but his hand was firmly gripped.

Xierlan’s face showed no emotion. Native male insects were relatively short, but he was tall and slender. Lowering his eyes, his cold demeanor was imposing. “What are you doing?”

Seeing that Xierlan dared to stop him, Beilin flew into a rage. “You too! Didn’t you set the rules on the day you married him? If you don’t know how, bring the whip—I’ll help you set the rules. No respect for elders either, just a simple greeting when you see me? If you keep this up, I’ll beat you to death sooner or later!”

Xierlan laughed in disgust. With one hand, he slowly pulled his partner behind him; with the other, he slapped his so-called father across the face, narrowing his eyes dangerously. “You old bastard, what does my marriage have to do with you? Dare to covet my money?!”

Beilin widened his eyes in disbelief. “How dare you, you wretched bastard! How dare you treat your father like this!!!”

Xierlan directly picked up a vase from the table and threatened to smash it at him. Beilin, a cowardly bully, instantly scrambled away, cursing nonstop.

“Fucking bitch, do you know who your father is, you little bastard!”

Xierlan was only trying to scare him. Dealing with such disgusting insects required being even fiercer than them. He smirked coldly. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! Let me tell you, go ahead and report me if you want. See if I don’t ruin you!”

The vase shattered near the male insect, and Beilin trembled in fear, too angry to speak but not daring to act. After Xierlan left, he grumbled curses. “If you have the guts, don’t ever come back! Ungrateful wretch!”

Xierlan felt a bit regretful—if only he could have cut ties while he was at it.

He led Sexia outside. Sexia’s water-blue eyes were full of confusion, dazed, like a beautiful ice statue.

“Sexia,” Xierlan said with curved eyes. He reached out and took the tray from Sexia’s hands, first placing it on the stone table in the courtyard, then pulling Sexia to sit down and gently massaging his wrist. “Were you scared?”

Xierlan wasn’t worried that Sexia might think he was that kind of insect. He lazily propped his cheek, his appearance under his black hair gentle and outstanding, carrying a sense of unwavering comfort and indulgence. Originally massaging Sexia’s wrist, he now lifted it, lowered his eyes, and smiled as he kissed Sexia’s cool fingertips.