Chapter 225: An Ruo’s Medicine: For the First Time, He Felt Truly Satisfied, the Male’s Pheromones Filling Him

In the quiet Marshal's estate, Ulysses lay sprawled over the desk, almost unable to get up, his pheromones filling the entire room.

Clearly there was nothing there, yet the sensation was overwhelmingly vivid.

He suffered alone in the study until everything finally stopped.

All sounds faded away. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, and it took him a long while before he regained control of his body.

Faced with the lingering aftereffects and the mess left by his pheromones, he could only go wash himself first.

Warm water poured down, turning almost scalding the instant it touched his body as steam filled the air.

The Deity was about to sleep. Before lying down, he patted the doll's back and touched its tail, triggering another round of wagging.

Ulysses braced himself against the steam-covered wall and nearly collapsed.

He couldn't endure it anymore. Even though the Deity was currently in the middle of writing and an unannounced visit might disturb him, Ulysses could no longer care about that.

He shut off the water, casually threw on a bathrobe, and stepped into the spatial passage.

The boiling energy within his body instantly dried him completely, preventing him from bringing any moisture onto the Deity's bed.

The only thing that appeared out of thin air was Ulysses himself.

An Ruo jumped when Ulysses suddenly appeared in his room. The pheromones that immediately followed left him momentarily stunned, making him forget to react.

Then Ulysses pounced on him.

A cool yet faintly boiling fragrance enveloped him, hitting An Ruo full in the face.

"I'm very sorry for intruding without warning again."

Ulysses's breath fell against An Ruo's neck. His low, hoarse voice sounded beside him, accompanied by the touch of his lips as he kissed him.

An Ruo realized that something was wrong with Ulysses. The excessively concentrated pheromones made that obvious as well.

He didn't push him away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around him and asked what was wrong.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"Not very well," Ulysses said hoarsely.

He didn't explain the reason in detail. His raven-feather lashes lowered and trembled slightly as he guided An Ruo's hand beneath his bathrobe.

An Ruo was startled by the sheer amount of pheromones filling him.

He didn't know what Ulysses had been through, but he clearly needed his help.

He helped Ulysses perform a psychic soothing session.

Instead of stopping the pheromones, however, it only made them overflow even more.

He needed a stronger form of soothing.

An Ruo's mind was burning into a haze, but a tiny shred of clarity remained.

He put Ulysses down and told him to lie there while he went out to drink some water.

Escaping Ulysses's attempts to keep him there while he wasn't fully lucid, An Ruo quickly got out of bed and left the room. He poured himself a glass of water, took out the medicine from his spatial button, tipped one pill into his palm, tilted his head back, swallowed it, and took a sip of water.

He checked the bottle again to confirm the timing.

Male Zerg contraceptive pills. Effective within five minutes.

An Ruo secretly sighed in relief. Fortunately, medicine worked quickly in the interstellar era. If he'd had to wait half an hour—or several days or months—for it to take effect, he was afraid Ulysses might tear him apart alive.

An Ruo put everything away and returned to the bedroom to comfort Ulysses.

Ulysses lay there silently.

The acute hearing of an SSS-rank female Zerg was more than sufficient for him to hear everything.

Including the sound of the pills rattling inside the bottle and one being poured out, followed by the sound of it being swallowed with water.

Medication used to prevent pregnancy and egg-laying wasn't popular among Zergs. It took Ulysses quite some time before his pheromone-addled brain managed to infer what it was from the male's previous words and behavior.

The male didn't want to have an egg with him.

He had known that for a long time.

Ulysses silently stared upward and listened to the male's approaching footsteps.

The male sat beside the bed and leaned down to kiss him, platinum-blond hair spilling around him and enveloping him.

He tasted a trace of bitterness in the male's mouth.

Or perhaps that bitterness came from his own heart.

Ulysses lowered his eyes, suppressed his emotions, and concentrated on responding, sinking into this bitter-tasting kiss.

He cooperated throughout the entire process, neither saying nor asking anything.

Even when the male deliberately dragged things out before finally joining with him, he obediently waited.

A female always needed to be more obedient and more easily satisfied if he wanted to receive a male Zerg's limited mercy.

Ulysses rested his jaw on the male's shoulder, clinging to his neck and back. His muscles clenched tightly around him as he tried desperately to hold on to more.

An Ruo embraced him in return, patiently soothing his emotions and reactions while the constriction made his scalp tingle.

They embraced and tangled together in the darkness, while the voice-controlled doll at the head of the bed wagged its tail all night long.

When An Ruo woke up, Ulysses had already cleaned himself up and finished dressing, and was sitting beside the bed.

The Marshal's long black hair cascaded down his back like a tranquil curtain of night. An Ruo wanted to touch it, wanted to wind a strand around his finger.

But when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet the Marshal's lowered silver-gray gaze.

His fingers shifted slightly against the blanket, but in the end, he didn't reach for that strand of hair.

He felt as though Ulysses had something he wanted to tell him.

An Ruo waited for him to speak while simultaneously wanting Ulysses to hug him. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a little sad.

Perhaps it was because Ulysses, sitting beside the bed fully dressed in his immaculate uniform, seemed somewhat cold and very distant.

Those silver eyes flickered as though weighing and considering something. Only after a long while did he finally speak.

"I bought some tails. Please see whether there are any you like."

What?!

An Ruo shot upright in shock and stared dumbfounded as Ulysses took all kinds of full-sized tails out of his spatial button and arranged them one after another in front of him, covering the entire bed.

Wolf tail, black panther tail, snow leopard tail, slender and thick Zerg-style tails, along with several designs An Ruo had never seen before.

An Ruo stared wide-eyed at these tails specifically intended for female Zergs.

Compared with the miniature doll tails, these were larger, more exquisitely made, had more functions, and looked far more vicious.

And that wasn't all. The Marshal had actually prepared an entire collection of matching accessories as well, from whips and gags to restraint straps.

An Ruo stared at everything in disbelief, unable to understand why the Marshal had suddenly decided to play this hard.

The Marshal was still explaining, "I should have brought them with me last night and let you choose which ones to use, but it was an emergency and I didn't have time to prepare. I could only spend the night wearing your tail."

Ulysses spoke modestly, as though circumstances had left him no other choice, yet there wasn't the slightest hint of regret in his voice.

An Ruo, meanwhile, immediately pressed a hand down on the blanket when he heard himself mentioned, protecting his own tail as he stared at Ulysses with round, somewhat blank eyes.

Ulysses smiled and changed the subject.

"I specifically went out this morning to collect them. See whether there's anything you like. You can choose one to use next time, or... I could go back wearing one?"

Toward the end, his expression became somewhat hesitant.

Obviously, he couldn't wear one while going out to handle official business, but he could in private.

The male probably wouldn't ask him to wear one outside... right?

An Ruo hurriedly stopped him. How had they suddenly reached the stage of choosing which one he should wear?!

He cautiously asked for clarification:

"Why did you suddenly become interested in these? Is there some particular reason?"

Why would you do this to yourself???

An Ruo practically wanted to grab the Marshal by the shoulders, shake him, and demand an explanation.

Ulysses looked back at him in confusion, then glanced toward the doll at the head of the bed.

"I thought you liked this?"

An Ruo abruptly turned around and looked at the Ulysses doll wearing its tail.

The doll was still automatically wagging its tail in response to their voices.

Ulysses's face also acquired an unnatural reddish tint as the doll continued wagging.

An Ruo had no time to notice that. He stared in horror at the doll's swaying tail, panicked, hurriedly picked it up, and tried to shove it beneath the blanket.

But hiding the doll now would only make him look even guiltier, practically amounting to a confession.

An Ruo froze there, holding the doll helplessly as though it were a ticking time bomb.

"Ah, this, this..."

An Ruo desperately racked his brains, nearly biting his tongue. His face grew redder with every word, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury himself.

"It's not... that. It's just a decoration."

It really was just a decoration!

An Ruo wanted to cry.

Putting tails and ears on dolls, changing their clothes, giving them hats... Those were all perfectly normal things!

How could that possibly be lumped together with those kinds of erotic tails?

Ulysses nodded and followed his logic.

"You can add decorations to me too, as long as you like them."

Now An Ruo truly couldn't explain himself.

He wasn't some pervert who liked this kind of thing!

In his anxiety, An Ruo grabbed the doll's tail and unconsciously kneaded it between his fingers.

Ulysses's breathing immediately became disordered, and the clothes he'd only just finished putting on nearly became useless again.

By the time An Ruo realized what was happening, Ulysses had already leaned closer and slumped against his shoulder, with the doll squeezed between them.

Ulysses took his hand and placed it against his chest, silently begging for his touch and comfort.

Strictly speaking, they hadn't done this very many times, but An Ruo's hand already knew exactly where to go as he stroked him soothingly.

Come to think of it, Ulysses had been acting very strangely both last night and today. He seemed to need an unusual amount of comfort, and his pheromones were also being triggered extremely easily.

An Ruo remembered the descriptions of heat periods in the novel.

He had never truly encountered one in reality and wasn't sure whether this meant Ulysses's heat was approaching.

All he could do was give Ulysses what he needed whenever he wanted it.

When it came to Ulysses, An Ruo had endless patience, and once his heart softened, he had absolutely no limits.

Seeing Ulysses like this and remembering the tails he'd suggested, An Ruo ultimately agreed.

The next time Ulysses came, he would use one of the tails on him. He also told Ulysses that whenever he needed him, he could come at any time.

An Ruo hoped he could be the person who accompanied Ulysses through his heat.

And it could only be him.

If there were some other person or Zerg, An Ruo would be very unhappy.

He would get jealous.

An Ruo lightly bit Ulysses on the neck and shoulder, earning a muffled groan and a pleasant gasp from him.

Getting out of bed was inevitably delayed.

An Ruo gathered up the scattered tails and all the accompanying tools and put them into the bedside cabinet.

He absolutely couldn't let any other Zerg see things like these.

Ulysses sat nearby and dressed himself again. He said nothing when he saw what An Ruo was doing.

But before leaving, there was something he'd previously suppressed that he had to bring up.

Ulysses said, "From now on, I'll take the contraceptive medicine."

An Ruo froze slightly, not expecting him to suddenly mention it.

He'd previously said that he didn't want hatchlings. They hadn't used protection this time, and he hadn't pulled out, so it was perfectly normal for Ulysses to realize that An Ruo had taken medicine.

An Ruo hadn't intended to hide it in the first place.

But Ulysses saying that he would take the medicine instead—that wouldn't do. It was completely unnecessary.

An Ruo turned toward Ulysses, thought about how to phrase it, and said:

"No need. I have medicine. It's very convenient, and it takes effect quickly."

Ulysses pursed his lips until they formed a straight line, his brows drawing together as he prepared to say something else.

An Ruo walked over, hugged him, patted his chest, and said:

"I'm the one who decided I don't want hatchlings, so I should be the one responsible for this. You don't need to worry about it."

Ulysses didn't think it should be that way.

Even if the male didn't want hatchlings, they should bear the responsibility together.

Or rather, among the Zergs, everything was normally borne by the female.

He also believed that males were physically weaker and shouldn't constantly take medicine. Medicine always carried some degree of toxicity.

Perhaps the Deity's medicine wouldn't harm his body, but what if it did?

Ulysses wanted to say more, only to be kissed.

The Deity childishly played unfair when it came to this subject, refusing to give him another chance to bring it up.

There was nothing Ulysses could do, so he could only leave things like this for now.

After returning to the Marshal's estate, Ulysses opened a drawer and selected a plug.

His abdomen was warm.

For the first time, he had experienced true satisfaction, the male's pheromones filling him completely.

Although there was no possibility of carrying an egg, Ulysses still wanted to keep them inside him for a little longer.