A Guide to Raising an Oral-Phase Male Zerg

The deed is done! Making a grown man as we speak *Handsome top, muscular bottom Angel-faced but wicked-natured top x stern-faced, doting, older, heavily built mom-like bottom Marshal Cottwell was a legend admired by every military female in the Empire. A battle thirty years ago made his name famous, at the cost of a scar running from the side of his face to the corner of his mouth. Since then, every male insect of a rank suitable for him had kept their distance. He had thought he was destined to remain unmarried for the rest of his life. Until a male insect from a remote little planet came looking for him. The male had only just come of age, with no one to rely on and nowhere to belong, like a beautiful, fragile treasure. He had cried pitifully, saying he didn't mind the scar on the marshal's face or his age, and that he was willing to make him his husband. At that moment, the marshal swore to the Insect God: Whatever his husband wanted, he would give it to him. * People outside said the young male was innocent and delicate, and would probably be tormented into depression by the stuffy, boring old military female. The servants in the entire Cottwell estate heard this and sneered. A helpless, fragile young male? Ha! That was clearly an energetic, wicked big dog! And the supposedly stern, impartial marshal was the world's most patient insect, perfectly suited to him. The housekeeper shrieked over the encrypted phone: The male is climbing the signal tower on the estate! The marshal: (Silent for a few seconds) Install safety railings. Let him climb. A servant stammered: The male is grinning and waving a dagger around at the necks of the other gentlemen! The marshal: Remind him to be careful and not hurt himself. The nutritionist called helplessly: The male is refusing to eat, saying he won't touch any food you didn't make! The marshal: ...I'm coming home now. The important thing was that the male seemed to be in an oral fixation phase. He had to eat...to be able to fall asleep. The marshal hadn't wanted to encourage this bad habit, but he couldn't withstand the other man's coy pouting, coaxing, and relentless pleading. In the end, he gave in. Seeing the bite marks all over his superior's neck, arms, and especially his chest, the adjutant tactfully said, “Um...I think it might be best to rein in Lord You An a little.” The marshal merely replied, “He's young. His oral fixation phase isn't over yet. He'll grow out of it.” Adjutant: ...I've never heard of male insects having an oral fixation phase, but as long as you're both happy. * Compared with how he acted day to day, the young husband was twice as wicked in bed. In a sweet voice, he would deliberately call him “Mother” by mistake, while his mental tentacles wound around the marshal like snakes and wickedly teased him, slowly peeling away his serious facade. He wouldn't be satisfied until he had forced the marshal to say humiliating things that would make any insect blush. Then he would narrow his eyes in satisfaction and ask, pretending to be innocent, “Wife, why are you crying?” * Marshal Cottwell had always thought his husband was just a little ill-tempered. Until one day, while investigating the forces of the Dark Zone on orders, he followed the trail all the way back to his own husband. That night, the male leaned against his shoulder, smiling sweetly, the heavy smell of blood clinging to him. “Every insect who learns my true identity ends up dying a horrible death... What do you think I should do with you, dear wife?” The marshal fell silent for a moment, then raised a hand and pressed the other's still-plump cheek against his chest. “...Go to sleep. No more mischief.” You An had been about to scare his wife some more, but now his face was physically muffled against those full pectorals. “...” All he could do was bite down in reproach. His wife was no fun to tease at all, so utterly clueless about romance! Reading guide: 1. A sweet, satisfying romance! The top doesn't angst or put up with mistreatment, and always gets even. He's a native insect, naughty and fond of causing trouble, with little sense of morality. Because of what happened when he was young, the bottom has a pain kink (). Please read only if you're okay with that. “Young” means an adult who's simply not very old. It has nothing to do with appearance; he doesn't look childlike! Nothing to do with children! This is not an aesthetic based on childish looks! 2. Big age gap, mutual healing and pampering; they are each other's one and only. The direction follows the author's tastes. I hope you'll enjoy it too! 3. Fictional setting, unrelated to reality. Please don't draw parallels with real life. Theme: Live earnestly and honestly.