ICAWZ Chapter 202

The wedding of You Que and Sanya was set for mid-July. Whether it was by coincidence or fate, that very day also marked the exile of the Marlon family to a third-tier star. Only the male zergs of the family remained alive; the females were either sentenced to life imprisonment or executed by gunfire. Yet, it was hard to say whether it was more painful to die or to live and endure the torment.

The empire always “valued” the existence of the male zergs. Even if they committed monstrous crimes, they would still extract every last bit of value they could from them.

The guests arrived by car and drove through the gates. In the center of the garden, a beautiful fountain caught their eyes, while a red carpet stretched across the ground, flanked by countless artificial roses. The sight only made the white three-story villa even more stunning. One couldn’t help but silently marvel at the grandeur of the marquis residence, personally bestowed by the Zerg Emperor—truly magnificent.

Russell and Chairman Croney stood at the door to greet the guests, smiles on their faces. Anyone could feel the joy in the air as the guests stepped forward to offer their congratulations, and the scene was lively and bustling.

“Congratulations, congratulations, Chairman Croney! Now you don’t have to worry about Sanya’s marriage anymore. If he wasn’t going to marry, that’s one thing, but now he’s marrying a pureblood male zerg! You’ve made all of us envious.”

“Lieutenant General Sanya is also impressive. Young and full of potential!”

Chairman Croney maintained a gracious smile throughout: “You flatter me. Please, come in. The drinks and pastries are all ready.”

This wedding banquet had invited no less than half of the city’s prominent figures. Even Chief Harrington personally attended to offer his congratulations—no one else could command such a grand display.

However, the guests downstairs had been mingling with their wine glasses for quite some time, and even the dance music had started, yet the “newlyweds” upstairs still had not come down.

The door to the room was tightly shut, and the lights inside were off. The sounds of heavy breathing echoed through the darkness, sharp and clear. Sanya lay on the table, his military uniform, which was meant to serve as his wedding dress, already half undone. Yet, the male zerg on him, still in his suit, was impeccably neat, not a single wrinkle in sight.

Sanya was nearing his estrus period, and inevitably, he felt hungrier than usual. He reached out and circled You Que’s neck with his arm, his breath heavy and lazy, his voice hoarse. “Ten minutes… we’re going to be late…”

You Que lowered his eyelids slightly, his sharp facial features illuminated by the dim light. His amber eyes, now completely black in the darkness, were full of intensity as his voice, deep and magnetic, responded: “Ten minutes? Do you think that’s enough?”

Sanya looked up at him, his damp hair sticking to his cheek, his eyes gleaming with a sheen of moisture, each gaze a temptation, each feature beautiful. “Not enough…”

When they got worked up, they could go on for the entire night.

But today was different.

Sanya struggled to prop himself up, his white shirt hanging loosely on his frame, exposing most of his shoulder. His military jacket had slipped off his arm and hung loosely at his elbow. He took a labored breath, tightening his grip around You Que’s waist, his voice bold and reckless. “Don’t delay the wedding…”

You Que didn’t want to mess up in such an important setting, but it was rare for him to see Sanya in his military uniform—a perfectly tailored, form-fitting outfit paired with knee-high black boots. The aura of restraint was always so tempting to break.

You Que glanced at the time, quickly finishing, then grabbed a few tissues to wipe Sanya down, lifting the limp female zerg off the table. “Straighten your clothes, let’s head downstairs.”

Sanya’s legs were too weak to stand properly, but he could only force himself to the bathroom to tidy up. Fortunately, he hadn’t stained his pants earlier; otherwise, he wouldn’t have even had a spare. He looked in the mirror and noticed his eyes were red. After covering them with something to hide the signs, he finally went downstairs with You Que.

They had already obtained their marriage certificate yesterday; today’s banquet was just a formality to make everything official.

You Que was still dressed in a modest black tuxedo, the difference being that the collar and cuffs were embroidered with a marquis’s exclusive crest in silver thread, and the deep blue gemstone cufflinks added a touch of elegance. When he and Sanya descended the stairs together, there was a moment of silence throughout the room, and even the conversations gradually tapered off.

You Que had only been in the South for a little over two months, yet he had risen from an ordinary citizen to a marquis. Even the female monarch, who had been stripped of his military title, was reinstated to his original position—truly not to be underestimated.

Although the downfall of the Marlon family had been subtly orchestrated by Chief Harrington, anyone with a keen eye could guess that You Que was somehow involved behind the scenes. As a result, many of the gazes directed at him now held a hint of caution.

You Que paid no mind to the mixed glances. He kept his arm around Sanya as they descended the stairs, greeting the guests with his usual composed expression. The atmosphere gradually returned to its lively state.

At such an event, Ah Sui naturally wouldn’t be absent. He made his way forward with a plate of cake and, smiling brightly, asked You Que, “You Que, now that you’re married, where are you planning to go for your honeymoon?”

The concept of a honeymoon did exist on Earth, though it wasn’t popular among the Zerg world before. However, it had slowly started to catch on. Ever since the pollution crisis in the Solitiam Forest was resolved, it has become the hottest tourist destination among the four regions. Ah Sui had been wanting to visit for a long time, but he had been too busy with family matters in the South to make the trip.

You Que hadn’t heard of it before. He looked puzzled and asked, “Travel? Where would we go?”

Ah Sui bit his fork, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Of course, to the Solitiam Forest! It’s a newly developed tourist spot in the empire. I’ve heard it’s absolutely fascinating. Why don’t we go together?”

You Que had no objections. He turned his head and looked at Sanya. “How about we go out for a bit?”

Sanya nodded. “Sure, we still have a month left on the wedding leave. We can also take the opportunity to stop by Saint Lieux.”

It had been a while since they left Saint Lieux. Although they kept in touch with friends there through their terminals, it was never quite as personal as meeting face-to-face. Even with such a significant event as the wedding, they hadn’t been able to invite them due to the distance, which was a bit of a regret.

The wedding banquet was held in the afternoon and didn’t finally break up until evening. You Que escorted Ah Sui to the garden gate, where a bright, full moon hung in the sky, its edges faintly tinged with red.

For some reason, You Que was reminded of the day they had taken the bus up the mountain. A red moon had appeared then as well, but it had faded away not long after. He felt an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.

But Ah Sui was as carefree as ever, clearly not noticing the strange phenomenon. He kept excitedly talking to You Que about the trip. “It’s settled then. I’ll fly with Blairand to Saint Lieux to meet you guys. I’ve already spoken with Cenfeng, and he specifically told us not to rush into the forest, but to meet him first.”

Xu Cenfeng, the tour guide from that bus ride.

You Que was somewhat familiar with him, and hearing his name made him smile involuntarily. “Oh? Is he planning to get back to his old job?”

Ah Sui’s eyes lit up at the remark. “Oh? How did you know? Cenfeng really is working in tourism planning now. The Solitiam Forest is being developed by both the West and North, and he’s in charge of overseeing the project.”

You Que didn’t know quite what to say in response, so he simply remarked, “Seems like he really enjoys this job.”

Without thinking, Ah Sui added, “You could always get back to your old job driving a tour bus, too.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ah Sui suddenly felt something was off and quickly backpedaled. “Actually, being a marquis is pretty good, too. It’s safer than driving.”

Ah Sui genuinely believed You Que wasn’t great at driving. He had flipped the car the last time, but he didn’t want to say it too bluntly, so he chose a more tactful way of putting it.

You Que was sharp, and of course, he understood what Ah Sui meant. He glanced at him, thinking that even if the car had flipped, somehow it would still end up being his fault. He couldn’t help but feel a little speechless:

“Is that so?”

Ah Sui nodded repeatedly. “Of course.”

You Que met Ah Sui’s bright, shining gaze, and his eyelid twitched for a moment. He decided it wasn’t worth arguing with a little fool.

Only Sanya knew whether his driving skills were good or not—someone like Ah Sui, who wasn’t an expert, would never understand.

Blairand had been talking to Sanya inside, but once the male lord was about to leave, he bid farewell and left with Ah Sui. The grand banquet hall gradually grew quiet, with only the temporary servants left to clean up the mess scattered across the floor.

But none of that concerned You Que. Tonight was his wedding night, and he was entitled to a little privilege.

Sanya didn’t know what had triggered You Que, but that night he was rougher than usual, nearly throwing him off the bed. In the end, it all came down to the fact that Sanya hadn’t made sure to satisfy him before the wedding, and now he was doing his best to make it up to the male zerg.

Tonight, You Que was relentless. It wasn’t just the A-level female zergs—even the S-level ones wouldn’t necessarily be able to withstand it. In his entire life, Sanya had never begged anyone for mercy, but tonight he was crying deliriously, far more wretched than when his wings were ripped off.

“M…My lord…”

Sanya, dressed in a crumpled military uniform, knelt at the edge of the bed. Not a single piece of clothing was missing, yet none of it was worn properly. He took You Que’s hand and placed it on his swollen abdomen, where the once-clear lines of muscle had softened.

“It hurts…”

You Que pulled the female zerg into his arms from behind. “Don’t want it anymore?”

Sanya struggled to shake his head, barely holding onto a thread of rationality. He took off his torn military pants and boots, but his legs went limp, almost causing him to fall off the bed. Thankfully, You Que caught him in his arms.

You Que quietly lowered his gaze, intending to watch what Sanya would do next.

But Sanya only took off the burdensome clothes, slithering like a snake into You Que’s embrace. The scars on his back had a strange, bizarre beauty under the moonlight. He wrapped his arms around You Que’s neck, his eyes half-closed, his voice hoarse and unable to speak clearly. “Hold me… let’s bathe together…”

You Que, having had enough of the torment, kissed the female zerg’s smooth forehead. “Alright.”

Sanya lazily opened his eyes but buried himself deeper into You Que’s embrace, ensuring that when the male zerg lowered his head, he could kiss the back of his neck. He looked somewhat displeased. “Kiss here…”

Earlier, even though he had been wearing clothes, You Que hadn’t kissed his back.

You Que let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating slightly. He lifted Sanya horizontally and carried him directly into the bathroom. The soft patter of hot water poured down over them, finally offering a bit of comfort to their sticky bodies.

You Que pressed Sanya against the wall and kissed him thoroughly, making sure every spot was tended to. Sanya didn’t remain idle either. He squeezed out some body wash, working up a lather as he carefully washed himself and You Que.

You Que glanced at the white foam dripping onto the floor. “Don’t you want to have offspring?”

Although You Que thought it was strange for a man-like female zerg to bear children, if it were Sanya, it didn’t seem completely out of the question.

Sanya lifted his eyelids to look at him and plainly uttered two words: “Don’t want.”

He smeared the foam from his hands all over You Que’s body, then kissed him, grinning as he repeated in his hoarse, seductive voice, “No offspring…”

“Only you and me…”

Sanya, who wanted You Que all to himself, didn’t care about having offspring. He clung to the male zerg’s neck, as sticky as if coated in honey, unable to pull away. “I don’t want to share you with any other zerg.”

You Que didn’t seem angry. Instead, he lightly tapped Sanya’s lower back, producing a crisp sound. “Your heart is smaller than the tip of a needle.”

But he liked it.

 

 

 

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