Chapter 299: What If An Had Been the One Who Married Ulysses (5): The Male Zerg Wove Him a Beautiful Dream, Intending to Drown Him in It

An SSS-rank possessed an extremely strong ability to adapt to high-temperature environments, yet Ulysses felt as though his hand was being burned. The heat traveled from his palm into the blood vessels of his arm, raising vast clouds of white mist in his mind and blurring his thoughts.

He knew perfectly well that this was only psychological. No male Zerg could possibly possess body heat beyond what a male Zerg's body itself was capable of producing.

But the pheromones had clouded his senses.

Or perhaps it wasn't merely the pheromones.

The male Zerg covered his own mouth, his eyes fluttering as he looked at Ulysses, yet he didn't dare meet his gaze.

Ulysses saw the flush spreading across the male Zerg's face and heard the changes in both their breathing.

He didn't know who moved closer first. Ulysses thought it must have been the male Zerg. The male Zerg pressed close to him and buried his face against his neck, while Ulysses, after stiffening slightly, naturally wrapped his arms around him.

This was the duty of a Female Lord.

Ulysses told himself that in his heart, yet his heartbeat refused to obey.

It had to be the instinctive attraction pheromones held for Female Zergs.

"Ulysses."

The male Zerg quietly called his name from within his arms, his sweet voice filled with attachment.

Ulysses heard something snap inside his mind.

...

"How did things end up like this?"

An Ruo was troubled. Sitting alone on the bed with his chin propped in his hand, he pondered, "Ulysses and I haven't even started dating yet."

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Ulysses was washing himself inside, and merely thinking about what had just happened made An Ruo's ears burn.

He hadn't originally intended to do that. Ulysses's handiwork had been rough and completely lacking in technique, to the point that his eyes had reddened with anxiety. An Ruo hadn't wanted to make things difficult for him and had already been planning to take care of it himself, but Ulysses wouldn't let him leave. Those silver eyes had stared fixedly at him, his lips pressed into a straight line, the pressure around him terrifying, yet somehow he had also looked... deeply aggrieved.

Of course An Ruo couldn't bear to see him aggrieved.

So he could only struggle through it with him and help him think of a solution. In the end, Ulysses steeled himself and wanted An Ruo to enter his promotion cavity.

An Ruo had been stunned.

He was much more accustomed to relationships progressing gradually. It would start with mutual affection, followed by accidental physical contact, then holding hands together, then trying a kiss. Finally, once their feelings had heated up enough that they couldn't help themselves, they would move on to the next step.

Suddenly jumping straight into something so intense was completely different from his usual style and left him utterly bewildered.

He felt that doing this wasn't good.

It wasn't right.

But Ulysses called him "Male Lord."

Only then did An Ruo remember.

They were already married.

He wanted a romance that progressed gradually, but Ulysses seemed determined to take the "marriage first, love later" route?

An Ruo thought about it.

That worked too.

They were already married. Making his Female Lord live like a widower while his husband was still alive would put An Ruo in the wrong anyway, especially when that Female Lord was his beloved Ulysses.

Ulysses looked miserable without the satisfaction of pheromones.

An Ruo didn't want Ulysses to suffer.

So he took the initiative and gave them to him.

Ulysses during his time as a General didn't have nearly as many techniques. It was his first time, and he didn't dare fight An Ruo for control. He didn't even know how to kiss.

An Ruo didn't want to frighten him. He wanted to give him the best possible experience, so he soothed him with exceptional care and made the foreplay especially long.

But it seemed to have had the opposite effect.

Ulysses's knitted brows never relaxed. Although he didn't say anything, he looked as though he was having a terrible time.

Just remembering it made An Ruo feel extremely guilty. He repeatedly reflected on whether he had done something wrong, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

Those were clearly things Ulysses liked, weren't they?

Inside the bathroom, Ulysses stood absentmindedly beneath the water, staring at the streams cascading down as his thoughts emptied for a time.

He hadn't originally intended to go this far.

Even before carrying the male Zerg into the bedroom, he hadn't thought of staying the night. Even afterward, he hadn't intended to let the male Zerg mark his promotion cavity.

But he had been unable to satisfy the male Zerg no matter what he did. The male Zerg probably wasn't comfortable entrusting himself to the mouth of an extremely lethal Female Zerg either. Ulysses had no other way to solve the problem, so he could only allow the male Zerg into his promotion cavity.

If even that couldn't satisfy the male Zerg, Ulysses truly couldn't think of anything else he could do.

Fortunately, the male Zerg had ultimately released his pheromones.

And Ulysses had received an initial marking.

Such a marking would continuously deepen with each subsequent time, until eventually he would no longer be able to escape the male Zerg's influence or disobey his commands. ℯℯ𝑙.

Ulysses should have resisted such a future.

Yet he was watching himself slide into the abyss.

Through the skin of his abdomen, Ulysses stroked the pregnancy sac that had been opened. Perhaps because of the pheromones, he didn't feel too much discomfort at the moment. Instead, there was the comfort of having been nourished and soothed, exhaustion, and longing for the male Zerg.

He wanted to return to that male Zerg's side.

But his reason restrained him.

Just as he had restrained his reluctance to leave the male Zerg's side earlier and forced himself to get up and come into the bathroom to wash.

Without the male Zerg's permission, a Female Zerg couldn't leave after serving him. He should have returned to his own room to wash instead.

Yet at the same time, Ulysses could feel the resistance that arose in his heart at the very thought.

He didn't want to be that far away from the male Zerg.

Ulysses closed his eyes in despair.

It had only been one initial marking, yet he was already being influenced.

Had he overestimated himself?

The self-control he had always taken pride in was collapsing layer by layer before the male Zerg.

He couldn't see the road ahead.

This male Zerg's skill was every bit as high as Ulysses had anticipated. Everything he made Ulysses feel was far too comfortable. Even the torment of being unable to obtain satisfaction earlier had transformed into complete bodily contentment after being thoroughly filled by the male Zerg.

This was an experienced male Zerg who knew exactly how to manipulate another Zerg's heart.

At the thought of "experienced," Ulysses inexplicably felt a wave of irritation.

It was perfectly normal for an outstanding male Zerg to have many Female Zergs. The sex ratio among the Zergs was what it was. If Female Zergs cared about such things, more than ninety percent of them might as well never marry.

But Ulysses still cared deeply about this male Zerg's past.

About all those parts of his past in which Ulysses had played no part.

Then Ulysses remembered the painting on the living room wall—the Female Zerg and male Zerg whose faces couldn't be clearly seen.

That Female Zerg had long black hair.

Ulysses also had long black hair.

That Female Zerg wore a military dress uniform, yet there wasn't a single medal on it. Even from its indistinct design, however, one could tell that the other party held an extremely high position.

Military dress uniforms were only worn on major occasions, such as legion ceremonies or other important events.

Yet choosing not to wear a single medal at such an important occasion meant that the other party's strength and status already stood above every other Zerg's. He didn't need medals or decorations to display anything.

Even if he merely stood there in ordinary clothes, he would still be the center of everything. Every Zerg would sincerely trust and revere him.

Ulysses had long since formed a suspicion regarding that Female Zerg's position.

Marshal.

He could only be a Marshal who wielded genuine power.

Yet Ulysses couldn't find any Zerg in either the past or present who corresponded to him.

Unless...

He came from the future.

And there was also the novel written by the male Zerg, about a Male Lord who had traveled from the future and his young Female Lord.

It was almost as though it were alluding to something.

It was only those completely different names and personalities that made it difficult for Ulysses to associate the characters with himself.

Nor did he believe that such a beautiful, almost unreal relationship could exist.

Ulysses gathered his thoughts, finished washing briefly, and stepped out of the bathroom.

There were no clothes belonging to him in either the male Zerg's bathroom or dressing room, so he wore clothes taken from his own spatial button.

They were ordinary loungewear made from soft material and easy to remove.

If the male Zerg wanted him, it would be convenient to take him again.

Ulysses lowered his eyes and waited for the male Zerg's instructions.

Even merely standing beside the male Zerg's bed required him to suppress his desire to be close to him, restraining himself from approaching, from thinking about taking the male Zerg into his arms again.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, An Ruo smoothed down his messy hair and obediently sat up straight. Looking at Ulysses, he tentatively tried a form of address.

"Female Lord?"

That title determined the nature of everything he had done earlier.

It also determined whether he was going to get beaten afterward.

Ulysses raised his eyes and looked at him. Only after a long moment did he quietly respond.

He neither rejected nor corrected the title.

That meant he acknowledged it.

And indirectly acknowledged An Ruo's identity as well.

Although Ulysses had already called him "Male Lord" amid the earlier confusion, it wasn't until this moment that An Ruo finally relaxed completely.

He let out a long breath, his slightly tense shoulders relaxing as well. Smiling, he moved toward the edge of the bed, reached out, and wrapped his arms around Ulysses, who was standing beside it.

He buried his face against Ulysses's waist and abdomen, then called his name again in a slightly coquettish tone meant for a lover.

"Ulysses."

Ulysses's body stiffened slightly.

After a while, he finally raised his hand and placed it on the male Zerg's shoulder and back, treating the gesture as both a response and a return embrace.

He simply allowed the male Zerg to hold him like this.

For a moment, he wished this moment could last just a little longer.

He hadn't experienced such a thought even when the male Zerg had truly possessed and marked him.

Yet now, because of a simple embrace, he wished time would stop.

"Do you still have to go to Military Headquarters today?"

The male Zerg lifted his head from against him and asked with beautiful, harmless eyes, "Why don't you stay home and rest for the day?"

Ulysses thought that Female Zergs weren't that fragile. It wasn't as though being slept with once would render him incapable of working.

But when he checked the time, he discovered that it was already almost noon, long past the hour when he usually went to Military Headquarters.

Ulysses's expression stiffened slightly.

He had actually spent the entire morning fooling around with the male Zerg?

No, no, no.

A married Female Zerg serving his own Male Lord didn't count as fooling around.

Ulysses thought over the military's affairs and realized there truly wasn't anything over the next couple of days that required his personal presence.

And so he accepted the male Zerg's request for him to stay.

He was a Female Zerg. He wouldn't become incapable of working simply because he had been slept with once.

But the male Zerg might need a Zerg to take care of him at home.

With perfectly sound reasoning, Ulysses stayed.

The male Zerg didn't go to the study today either. Instead, he spent all his time with Ulysses.

Ulysses thought back to the progress of the male Zerg's novel and realized it was already nearly finished, so he understood why the male Zerg was willing to leave his study.

And once the male Zerg left the study...

He was somewhat clingy.

Their intimacy seemed to have broken through some invisible barrier.

Previously, although the male Zerg had always looked at him with obvious fondness, he had maintained a physical distance from Ulysses.

Now, after piercing through that thin layer separating them from an intimate relationship, the male Zerg had become extraordinarily clingy and liked sticking close to him.

There was far more physical contact between them.

When they sat on the sofa, the male Zerg absolutely had to sit pressed against him, tilting his body toward Ulysses and leaning against him.

Whenever the male Zerg had fruit or snacks he liked, he would simply feed them directly into Ulysses's mouth.

Ulysses would carefully make sure not to touch the male Zerg's fingertips, yet when he was unexpectedly fed something, the pad of the male Zerg's finger would sometimes accidentally brush across his lips.

Ulysses's eyes would widen nervously.

But the male Zerg would look completely unconcerned, as though this were the most natural thing in the world, and even smile at him.

There were many, many more things like that.

It was almost as though they truly had become a pair of inseparable lovers.

Partners joined together because of love.

Previously, Ulysses had only known that this male Zerg was highly skilled.

He had never imagined that his skill was far, far beyond anything Ulysses had thought possible.

Those sophisticated methods Ulysses had previously considered the work of an expert...

Apparently, that had been when the male Zerg wasn't even trying.

And now, this male Zerg seemed to be weaving a beautiful dream around him.

Intending to drown him in it.