Chapter 43 Variations

Chapter 43: Intimate Pleasures

That very day, Haibi excitedly ordered the same item and spent the entire afternoon consulting with Miuche.

Hielan felt too awkward to join the conversation, so he quietly ate his meal, occasionally checking if Cersia had replied.

The chat screen remained blank. Hielan blinked, not particularly bothered, and sent Cersia a picture of two male insects playfully wrestling, captioned:

Hielan: They speak super bluntly.

He waited a moment, noticed Cersia hadn't responded, then put away his comm-device and continued eating.

Lipos returned in the afternoon. While Lipos and Haibi continued discussing related topics, Lipos didn't chime in, merely listening alongside Hielan.

Haibi learned many new intimate "plays," but he wanted to try the one Miuche mentioned that morning first... it looked truly captivating.

"I don't know if my consort will cooperate with me on these," Haibi was a little nervous because his consort could be quite intimidating when serious—he really didn't dare. "I'm afraid he'll scold me."

Miuche disagreed at this point, "Just release your pheromones. Once you do, even if he wants to scold you, he won't be able to. Ximodo certainly never scolds me. I think pheromones are really effective—once released, the female insect's reaction is always intense."

A female insect's psychic field is highly prone to disturbance. Without adequate maintenance, it gradually withers until death.

Miuche still remembered how the female insect slowly rubbed her flushed cheek against his palm.

It was a softness and allure completely different from her solemn, rigid exterior. Miuche never knew Ximodo could be so sensual... so utterly appetizing.

Hielan was right—wanting to see the female insect's other side is actually very easy, and they can be quite clingy.

"I see!"

Haibi clenched his fist, nodding in full agreement. He planned to try it that very night!

After listening to their conversation, Hielan truly didn't know what to say.

He turned to Lipos, curious about how far their relationship had progressed.

"What's the situation between you two now?"

Lipos replied slowly, "Relationship? We kissed last night. Nothing else beyond that."

As soon as he spoke, the other two insects immediately leaned in. Miuche was dying of curiosity, "So have you seen what he looks like? How is he? Is he handsome? Ugly or not?"

Haibi chimed in appropriately, "Since you've kissed, he can't be that bad, right?"

Miuche disagreed, "What does that have to do with whether the other is attractive or not? Some insects have such unconventional preferences they'd lock lips with an animal or another insect. As long as it's not too disgusting, most can manage it."

Miuche imagined if Ximodo were disfigured. In the past, he wouldn't have wanted to kiss him, but now he would.

Perhaps after just a few glances, Ximodo would show a panic and retreat completely unlike his usual demeanor—such a Ximodo would be quite delicious.

He could pretend to be disgusted, put a cloth hood over Ximodo's head during intimacy, only cutting holes, and with Ximodo's face covered, he'd release pheromones to seduce him. Ximodo couldn't refuse; he'd only beg.

At that point, Miuche would have sex with him but deny him pheromones, forcing Ximodo to look closely at him, exposing that disfigured face bit by bit while pleading for his pheromones.

Miuche smirked wickedly.

Wouldn't it mean that if he kissed him to give pheromones, Ximodo would quiver with humiliation... that tall, powerful body shaking would surely look beautiful.

If there were also water, it'd be even better.

He must make him ejaculate. Ximodo's face is sensitive; he'd definitely break down. Then Miuche would lick his scars, flooding him with pheromones, top and bottom.

Ejaculate.

Miuche was already aroused and began planning to try "disfiguration play" with Ximodo.

Little did he know he'd inspired Lipos, who sighed helplessly. Thinking of Sangli's appearance, he paused briefly before continuing, "He's very good-looking, with pale, cool-toned skin and hair a pale gold almost white. The scar is over his eye, the size of a palm, uneven but very beautiful, like a maple leaf."

Haibi and Miuche didn't expect such a description. Miuche asked curiously, "How handsome must that be?"

Anyway, no matter how handsome, it's nowhere near as cute as Ximodo.

Lipos's ears grew warm, "Very good-looking..."

His voice hesitated, then he whispered softly, "He looks very good when kissed too."

Sangli would be shyer than him, covering his face, unable to mentally prepare, insisting Lipos close his eyes first.

After all, the kiss was Lipos's idea; before that, they only held hands and hugged.

Even though Sangli was used to exposing his scar in front of him, at such close kissing distance, he couldn't remain calm, covering his face, shy until his fingertips flushed damp and red.

He'd stutter, telling Lipos to close his eyes, then lean in to kiss his forehead.

Lipos had never been kissed so gently before, or rather, this was his first kiss—not on the lips, but a tender forehead kiss.

Lipos almost opened his eyes, trembling slightly as he resisted, then reached out to touch Sangli's face, whispering, "Close your eyes, Sangli. Let me kiss you."

Whether Sangli closed his eyes or not, Lipos wasn't sure. He felt Sangli's face, slowly lowered his head, and kissed him.

That was their first kiss.

Hearing about their dynamic, Haibi felt genuinely happy for them, "Your relationship seems really good. With my consort, I'm usually the shy one."

He never knew there were so many variations beyond whipping and punishment, and the positions were very ordinary, just a few back and forth, sometimes even needing Solonlo to guide him into position.

Solonlo was always very tolerant, completely different from the stern face he initially understood. It's just that Solonlo was exhausted from research, returning weary, plus naturally handsome and aloof with a melancholic demeanor, so he naturally appeared stern-faced.

Haibi thought about bringing some toys to Solonlo today and felt his ears heat up.

He secretly clenched his fist, pumping himself up.

The most obvious was in teaching. Cersia's knowledge was vast; he had medical knowledge and practical experience, yet the Star Network introduction only briefly stated "all subjects full marks, practical training A+" summarizing his talents beyond military merits.

The surgery process was the same. Though wrapped up tightly, only his neck and eyes visible, when Hielan met Cersia's gaze, he couldn't help but be drawn to those cold, calm eyes.

Cersia was outstanding. Words summarized his years of hard work and achievements—impressive, excellent—but it paled in comparison to witnessing it firsthand.

It was at such times Hielan realized he didn't know Cersia well enough, not nearly enough.

Hielan hadn't fully understood yet; how could these short few months be enough?

Whenever Hielan faced such a Cersia, he would fall silent, temporarily suppressing his inner excitement and admiration. Only after the surgical teaching ended would he cling to Cersia for hugs and kisses, then with stars in his eyes tell Cersia how amazing he was.

And Cersia would blush, sometimes telling Hielan he was great too, other times gently linking their fingers, then slowly squeezing his hand.

Hielan longed for Cersia now. He lowered his eyes to glance at his comm-device—coincidentally, Cersia had just sent him a message.

Baby: So what are they talking about?

Hielan's attention instantly shifted from the conversation to Cersia. The other bugs, seeing him fiddling with his comm-device, didn't continue dragging him into the chat.

Hielan: They just openly talk about the games they play with their consorts!!!

Hielan: Out in the open! Where I'm from, that's very private. Although there are some straightforward people too, maybe I'm just sheltered, but talking about these things out loud is so embarrassing! Don't you think so, Baby?

Hielan: I mean, they even talk about *those kinds* of play styles. Are bugs just very open about these things?

Seeing these two messages, Cersia's mind went blank for a second. He smiled and sent a few replies to the chatty human on the other end.

Baby: The male lord is very shy.

Hielan saw this and immediately felt his ears turn bright red.

Cersia continued calmly.

Baby: Yes, we don't mind these topics much. Most bugs have a very open attitude towards these matters, because feeling ashamed about them would be very painful.

Baby: After female bugs reach adulthood, they receive sex education. Humiliation and degradation are very common here, and these topics are included in the education.

Baby: If the male lord feels shy, then he must be very innocent. Hasn't he even held hands with someone he liked before, back home?

Reading the last sentence, Hielan paused, then felt his cheeks flush.

Hielan replied to this part first.

Hielan: No! I haven't even had someone I liked, I've never held anyone's hand.

Hielan: You're the only one I've been intimate with.

Hielan: And things like this... back home, basically no one teaches you. You just learn about them yourself after you reach sexual maturity.

Cersia really wanted to tease this human a little.

Baby: So hearing these things makes you shy too? What about if I say them to you? Would that make you shy too?

Baby: For example, things like going down on each other with Hielan... I've always wanted to ask, does the male lord like that?

Hielan didn't quite get what Cersia had sent at first. By the time he read it clearly, it was too late—he turned completely red.

How... how can he say it so directly!

Hielan: How can you say that too...

Hielan: [Faceplant.jpg]

Hielan: It's... okay, I'm mostly fine. But hearing them talk about some techniques, even describing the consort's reactions... I can only listen at most, I could never bring myself to say that stuff.

Cersia had received this kind of education. He agreed with being open and direct, but that didn't conflict with his personal preference for not talking about it much.

It's just that now he realized that talking about these things with a human could get such an adorable reaction.

The corner of Cersia's mouth didn't relax; it remained slightly upturned. He typed a sentence.

Baby: So, having heard them, does the male lord have any favorite techniques?

Hielan couldn't take it anymore.

Is that the point?!

Hielan went completely quiet. When he realized he was actually thinking about what techniques he might like, he felt his entire body burn up.

Hielan: I don't have any.

Hielan racked his brain, but it seemed he really didn't. He was genuinely quite neutral about this aspect; he was fine with anything. Initially, putting the cat ears and tail on Cersia was just a whim—he found it too cute and then it led to intimacy.

Cersia's eyelids fluttered slightly. Suddenly thinking of something, he replied to Hielan.

Baby: I see.

Baby: I'll see you tonight, male lord. I'll pick you up.

Hielan rubbed his bright red face.

Hielan: Mhmm, mhmm!

Hielan: I'll be waiting!

The comm-device went dark. Hielan pulled himself together and began going over the knowledge Cersia had taught him earlier in his mind.

That evening, Hielan was taken home as usual.

Everything was calm and peaceful; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Hielan didn't think much of it. Cersia took a shower first, and Hielan waited for him on the bed like always. But when Hielan returned to the room after his shower, it was completely dark inside.

Hielan's footsteps softened. He carefully closed the door, but then a warm body enveloped him from behind.

Cersia had embraced him.

At the same time, he slipped something into Hielan's hand.

Cersia's voice was low, a little rough.

"Male lord."

"Guess what I have for you."