Metasson has been having a horrible dream lately.
Not long after the dream, his originally warm and peaceful home was engulfed in flames and blood flowed into the sky. His female father locked him in a box with bruises all over his body and told him not to make a sound. Metason covered his mouth and nose with tears in his eyes and trembled, desperately trying to hide himself, but he was always discovered in the end.
——I caught you.
The end of the dream is always fixed in those trembling, deep black eyes.
I was in a trance until that day at the banquet. Through the crowds of people drinking and drinking, I saw the owner of the eyes in the dream, the political enemy of my father and mother, Admiral Reinmueller, who was famous for his cruelty in the Emperor Star.
The moment they looked at each other, he ran away in a hurry. He thought, we can't go on like this. After spending several months collecting information about the female, I found that she had no weakness at all. Seeing that the time in the dream was getting closer, Metason suddenly came up with a crazy idea out of fear.
On the day of the grand ceremony, all insects are paying attention. With that suffocating look in his eyes, Metason said to the Insect King: "I, I want Admiral Reinmuller to be my female monarch."
As long as you become his female monarch, you have to listen to his words... Right?
The female insect, still full of blood, walked slowly in front of Metason, and the shadow from her height swallowed up the little male insect completely. She slowly knelt down, grabbed the back of his hand with her wide palm, and licked him like a poisonous snake in the dark, and kissed him, "As you wish."
——
Reinmüller never thought that the handsome, dignified and spoiled young man from his political rival would propose marriage in public at a ceremony and even fainted from excitement.
……
He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at the shit-eating expression of his political opponent, and suddenly felt that there was no better way to retaliate than this. He hugged his unconscious little hero and glanced at the political opponent who was yelling at him.
Reinmuller lowered his eyes, and in front of the uproar, he leaned over and kissed the unsuspecting lips.
The little thing that trembled every night in the dream and had nowhere to escape was now finally in his arms - docile, soft and without any resistance.
Intention: Power will eventually bite back, true love is born from equality.
