Chapter 38
After washing up, the male insect said good night as usual, yawned and went back to his room to sleep. He walked to the corner and plugged in the power supply of 015, which entered the standby mode.
The lights in the living room were turned off, leaving only a vague darkness.
If there are any creatures still awake, they will find that the female insect is sitting on the sofa and did not say good night as promised.
An invisible mental barrier was deployed, isolating all sounds.
Xi Ze woke up the computer screen, and after a series of complicated operations, a horizontal frame appeared on the suspended screen.
After entering a string of keys, the small optical computer screen instantly linked to another optical computer.
Xize narrowed his golden eyes, his cold brows suddenly became serious, and he laughed in a low voice.
"Good evening, Adjutant Bai."
At that moment, the shadow and glory of the past returned to this scarred body, filling it with blood and bones, forming unique meridians, and emitting the sharp edge of the light of the empire in the past.
And light years away, on an extremely desolate and backward garbage planet.
On the top of an abandoned mountain stood a shabby wooden house, inside which stood a female soldier with her back straight.
The computer was placed respectfully on the table. He stood in front of the table, looking unkempt but extremely resolute.
Hearing the familiar voice, the female insect's face glowed with excitement, and she immediately answered in a loud voice -
"Good evening, Admiral!"
This is the adjutant of the First Army General, Blanc.
The First Legion was once the leader of the four major legions of the Empire.
Rumor has it that the general of the First Army trains his soldiers like animals, and the intensity of the training is unimaginable for other legions.
This severity also resulted in the First Army always having the lowest casualty rate in every post-war statistics, and sometimes even no casualties.
The female soldiers of the First Legion basically have no noble status. They are all selected one by one by the admirals, and there are also some civilian female soldiers who are suppressed by the class and cannot get ahead.
The kindness of being recognized and appreciated is heavier than Mount Tai.
After that, they followed the admiral in battles for several decades. The loyalty of each of them reached an extremely high level. They were his confidants who would even rebel against him at his command.
The First Legion at that time was like an iron barrel, the most trusted army of the people, the sharpest blade of the empire, a strong thigh that friendly armies could hold with confidence, and a living king that the enemy army was terrified of.
And there was no bug named Anto Edeka there.
Anto was originally a female soldier of the Fourth Legion. After the Third and Fourth Legions clashed fiercely due to power struggles, for some unknown reason, he led a group of female soldiers to form a "Fifth Legion", intending to break the long-standing inherent structure and become independent, and directly become the fifth admiral.
But in the eyes of those old foxes, this trick was nothing but a ridiculous and stupid farce. After coordinating the distribution of interests, the Third and Fourth Armies quickly reconciled and became good comrades fighting side by side again.
At this time, the "Fifth Army" seemed extremely embarrassed and was simply a blatant eyesore.
After being passed around and laughed at, and even facing a military court, the retired old marshal of the empire, who was also the admiral's teacher, came to ask the admiral to help Anton.
Soon after, this "Fifth Army" became a supernumerary unit of the First Army.
As for what happened later, anyone who knows about it would spit on it and curse it as a single bad apple spoils the whole barrel.
Thinking of that group of malicious guys, Bai Lang could hardly contain the rage in his chest.
If those bastards had not been accepted at that time, perhaps the admiral would have become a marshal now, and the First Legion would still be doing well.
In the five years since the admiral's sacrifice, the First Army has almost fallen apart, with some dead, some injured, and some transferred away. The small group that remains has never stopped calling for an investigation into the truth.
When Bai Lang received the admiral's call not long ago, he could hardly believe his eyes.
After answering the call with trembling hands, the extremely familiar voice coming from inside instantly made his rationality collapse. He howled in ecstasy and was almost crazy with excitement. He pinched his thigh until it turned purple before he finally dared to believe that this was not a dream.
Their admiral came back alive.
Some time ago, the admiral arranged a team to sneak into the exchange, control several worker bugs, and obtain the video in the optical computer.
It was then that they realized what kind of life the Admiral had been leading for the past five years. He had gritted his teeth and endured humiliation to crawl out of the devil's cave of hell.
The address to which those videos were sent was the private email address of Anto, that beast who is worse than a pig or a dog!
Five years, that was five full years of torture...!
Bai Lang's expression was extremely ferocious, and he could hardly suppress his boiling murderous intent. He could only take deep breaths to barely maintain his sanity.
Fortunately, the admiral has escaped and has begun to prepare for a counterattack. Once the truth is revealed, that beast will be skinned and crushed into dust by the angry people!
Caesar didn't give him much time to get angry, and went straight to the point, "Report everything that happened this week."
After completing the information during this period, Xi Ze has already grasped the specific situation of the current empire. On the surface, it seems harmonious, but in his eyes, it is still full of loopholes and is even more corrupt and decadent than five years ago.
But if you want to break through in one fell swoop without any effort and achieve an overwhelming victory, you still need to plan carefully.
"We have secretly contacted the admiral of the Second Legion... Most of the scattered troops have been assembled... Some of the pawns that the royal family has planted on various marginal stars have been removed..."
Bai Lang straightened his back and stood in a standard military posture. Although there was only a dilapidated wooden house in front of him, he seemed to be standing in the United Front Work Department just like he was five years ago, reporting the latest war situation to his superiors.
He had already finished his report, but he paused and remembered something else.
"The driver you asked us to investigate earlier did have a problem and has been cleared."
After listening to the progress report, Xize frowned and thought for a while, then gave some instructions in a concise manner.
"That's about it. Report the results to me every three days."
"yes!"
Although the admiral did not appear before him, Bai Lang still saluted with a standard military salute and answered loudly.
Just like the answer from previous years, Xi Ze's expression softened for a moment, "Thank you for your hard work."
Bai Lang's eyes became hot and he almost cried out loud.
Five years of persistence have paid off at this moment, and that is enough.
He gritted his teeth, his voice already hoarse, "It's not hard! It's my duty and honor to share the Admiral's worries!"
Soon, the communication was lost.
After restoring the optical computer to its original state, Xi Ze removed the mental barrier, and the quiet night flowed in again.
He sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, and suddenly reached out and touched the necklace around his neck.
His fingertips caught the edge of the necklace and reached into the extremely narrow gap, but soon the skin on his neck was rubbed by the sharp edge of the necklace and began to bleed.
Xize pulled his hand out, pinched his slightly tired brows, lifted the quilt and lay down.
*
"Wow..."
The cold water flowed through his fingers. Yael caught a handful and splashed it on his face. He shuddered from the cold and the remaining sleepiness instantly disappeared.
Suddenly, he frowned, pushed back his bangs to reveal his forehead, and moved closer to the mirror to take a closer look.
Recently, he always felt an itchy sensation on the corner of his forehead, as if something was trying to crawl out from inside, emitting a cold and strong foreign sensation, which made him feel a little trembling and disgusted.
I'm not really going to turn into a bug, am I?
Yael was stunned for a moment.
The images of the female soldiers who had grown tentacles due to injuries that I had seen in the hospital corridor suddenly emerged in my mind.
And Cecil... He sometimes forgot that they were not the same species, not a single race. After all, they all looked the same.
But every time the female insect takes off her top, revealing the gorgeous insect patterns on her lower abdomen and back, and the soft wing sheaths on her back that house her wings, that strong sense of strangeness reappears.
Tiny fears lurk in the ends of his nerves, like the sting of a scorpion, which would prick him from time to time, as if reminding him to stay alert at all times.
Don't show any flaws, don't arouse suspicion, don't let [them] discover... your true identity under the hood.
He stared at the mirror in front of him in a trance, his figure seemed motionless.
After a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and with his wet fingertips he drew a long line on his neck in the mirror.
Click.
…
Yael never thought he would see such a scene.
When he came out to the living room, 015 was arranging the flowers on the dining table. He heard a slight sound from the kitchen and turned his head as if he sensed something.
The female insect was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. She was frying a sizzling steak with a spatula. Her tall figure made the already small kitchen look even smaller.
But what stunned him were the two thin pink strings tied tightly around the female insect's waist, with bows tied at the ends, which stood out against the black vest.
What is that?
The tempting aroma of meat wafts out, and the crackling sound of oil splashing is enough to imagine its deliciousness.
Caesar scooped it neatly onto the plate, added the pre-cut side dishes, and then turned around.
There was a hint of a deep smile in his voice, "Good morning, Lord Xiong."
Yael slowly widened his eyes.
Caesar was wearing a pink apron.
The apron was old-fashioned and a little wrinkled. It was made of very cheap pink fabric with a cartoon piggy bank sewn on it and a circle of childish lace around it.
Maybe it was given as a gift during a supermarket promotion. I just threw it into a corner after I bought it. I have never worn it. I don't know where the female insect found it.
But that's not the point.
The apron was very small, and the female insect's full and elastic pectoral muscles held the fabric fully. The thin strap around the neck was stretched to the limit, and it felt like it would break in the next second.
I don't know why he was so persistent. Even in such a cramped space, he had to tie the apron completely. His skinny waist was pinched by the laces, making his buttocks look particularly firm and round.
I really have visions of some erotic games in the name of cooking, but actually using aprons and kitchenware for other purposes...
"You..." Yael looked even more confused, and stuttered, "There's no need, uh, like this..."
He paused hesitantly.
A trace of confusion appeared on Xi Ze's face. After observing his expression for a while, he asked in a low voice with some trepidation, "Master Xiong, what's wrong?"
"Apron."
Yael pinched his brows and finally found his tongue. "Why are you wearing an apron all of a sudden?"
Xi Ze was somewhat confused, and he lowered his head to look at his apron again, still puzzled, "What's wrong with the apron?"
"It just feels like it doesn't fit."
"That doesn't matter."
Xi Ze said nonchalantly, then a smile spread across his face, "I've just learned a new dish, do you want to try it?"
Yael was slow to shift his attention from his apron, and when he heard these words, his expression paused.
It's a very... strange feeling.
Although they had to live together due to some strange circumstances, ate together, watched TV together, chatted together, said good morning and good night to each other, and even did some overly intimate things, Yael never regarded him as his own kind.
But that apron was indeed somewhat familiar, so familiar that... it gave Yael some distant and vague hallucinations.
There seemed to be a few times, also on winter mornings, when he sat on a small stool with his hands in his pockets, waiting dazedly for his grandmother to prepare breakfast and then take him to the central primary school two kilometers away.
A short figure was busy in the shabby kitchen. Then, with a faint warm light, she could see her pink apron with a faded cartoon pig printed on it.
The more Little Yale read, the more sleepy he felt. He almost fell asleep again, but he was suddenly hit on the head by the porridge spoon. His eyes widened instantly, "!!"
"Eat quickly! Then go to school."
A blurry figure was standing in the backlight, placing a bowl of porridge in front of him. Perhaps because he was too sleepy, little Yael could not see his grandmother's face clearly no matter how hard he opened his eyes.
Those were one of the few memories he treasured.
Yael's gaze moved aimlessly from the pink apron to the female insect. Unlike the dim scene in his memory, the scene before his eyes was clearer and brighter, yet it was equally warm.
It was as if a large ball of marshmallow was stuffed into his chest, feeling fluffy and sweet in his heart.
The deep gap seemed to disappear, as if this was just an ordinary morning, getting up, having breakfast, and then chatting casually with close friends.
It feels so good, like a dream.
It’s still a beautiful dream that I don’t want to wake up from.
Xi Ze watched the male insect's expression soften a little bit, and finally smiled, "I'm looking forward to it."
But after he fried the second plate of breakfast, Yael, who had been staring at him for a long time, suddenly stood up, and his soft eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of aggression.
"But your apron is too tight. Isn't it uncomfortable?"
"Also... okay?"
Xi Ze met the male insect's eyes, pursed his lips, and reached out to pull the lace on his collarbone as if to cover up, but because the strap was too tight, the full part trembled when he pulled it.
The bow is crooked.
Yael looked at the pink bow that was pulled to the side of her waist, her eyes darkened slightly, and her Adam's apple rolled.
He wanted to warn her out loud, but somehow he had already approached the female insect and reached out for the apron.
"...Hero Lord?"
Xi Ze's voice was slightly hoarse and his expression was a little unnatural, but he did not push away the hand that touched his waist.
With the silent connivance of the female insect, the finger hooked the thin rope and slowly pulled the bow back to the waist. The little finger rubbed the sensitive waist, causing a slight shudder.
The bow had been straightened, but the hand suddenly moved upwards and untied the small knot on the side of the apron, as if opening a box filled with a lot of cotton, and the fluffy and soft contents overflowed, causing envy.
Yael's breath was light, and his voice was even lighter, "It's too tight, isn't it?"
“…”
Xi Ze looked into the male insect's beautiful eyes and suddenly felt his mouth dry, and the sweat-soaked fabric on his chest became even more damp.
He didn't answer, but the rise and fall of his chest became more obvious.
Yael suddenly lowered his head, leaned in and sniffed the female insect's scent, "You smell so good."
He smelled that distinctive bitter smell again.
The mist emanating from the female insect's body is like dense water vapor rising from the sea, gathering into cumulonimbus clouds, waiting to sink after being soaked and overflowing.
According to common sense, actively releasing pheromones in front of a male insect is a form of courtship, a silent seduction that both parties are aware of.
But the pheromones came out uncontrollably, and the male insect in front of him just sniffed it lightly and did nothing except untying the knot. He was very polite and restrained.
Xize was forced to retreat, his lower back pressed against the hard, cold table surface, his Adam's apple twitching for a while, and he said hoarsely, "Master, breakfast is getting cold..."
Yael's fingers were still pulling at the tie, leaving a deep mark on the plump pectoral muscles in front of him.
But tightening one side was not enough on the other, and the thin rope left a red mark on the female insect's collarbone.
He looked at the red mark for a while and then let go of his hand.
"Didi, abnormal pheromone overflow detected, do you need to inject inhibitors?"
015's voice suddenly rang out, interjecting into the sticky air.
After all this ordeal, the apron was hanging in a mess on the female insect's body, and it was no longer a sight to behold. Caesar's ears and neck were still red. Hearing this, he turned his face away and gasped in silence.
Yael came back to his senses, and with one hand he held down 015's head, turning it away.
Not suitable for children.
After Caesar lowered his head and quietly arranged his clothes, Yael coughed softly and said, "I'll buy you a bigger one next time."
The female insect hummed softly, without taking off her apron, and turned to look at the breakfast in the pot. "Master, please go out first. It will be ready soon."
Yael leaned against the door frame and watched him stir the wok with skillful movements. The aroma of the food quickly dissipated and spread in the early morning air.
"You still can't control your pheromones?"
He suddenly asked, "What about the normal estrus period?"
"Pheromones occasionally go out of control. This may be a sequelae from the past. It will take some time to recover."
Xi Ze turned the soft fried egg over without looking back, "Once the pheromones return to normal, the estrus period will also return to normal."
Yael frowned.
"Hughes said that your self-healing function has been destroyed, but isn't the self-healing ability of female insects inherited from their genes? I heard that the higher the level, the stronger the self-healing ability."
“…”
Xi Ze stared at the slightly burnt fried egg in the pot, lost in thought for a while, then spoke slowly.
"Yes, I was captured and had an operation on my body to destroy this part of my body."
But it cannot be completely destroyed. Female insects that have no self-healing ability will die easily, and the torture will not be so satisfying.
So they gave him some leeway, and his ability to heal himself only began to gradually recover not long ago.
There was no sound behind him. Cize realized it belatedly and was about to turn around to look when he heard Yael speak softly.
"When you return to the main planet, remember to go to a top hospital for a thorough checkup. The medical care here is very backward, so it's normal if nothing is found. Don't think that they are all small problems. If they accumulate, your body will not be able to bear it."
Caesar turned around, looked at him for a few seconds, then turned away before the fried eggs became burnt, scooped them up and put them on a plate.
"good."
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Yael lowered his eyes and changed the subject, "Can I eat now? I'm so hungry."
…
Caesar finally took off the apron and hung it aside, then brought out the entire breakfast.
Yael saw that after he untied his collarbone, there were two symmetrical red marks. When he reached out to touch it, he felt a little hot, but fortunately the skin was not broken.
He was somewhat helpless, "Why do you have to wear it? Don't you know it will hurt?"
Caesar lowered his head and let him touch him obediently, and rolled up the male insect's sleeves to avoid trouble when eating later, "If you don't wear it, your clothes will get dirty."
Yael raised his eyebrows slightly, but before he could say anything, the female insect's gaze shifted subtly for a moment, as if a little embarrassed, and her tone was a little hesitant.
"And I thought... you would like the way I look in this apron."
The wandering sight was fixed, and Xi Ze lowered his eyes, looked deep into the male insect's eyes, and said softly with some trepidation, "Does the male master like it?"
Yael's heart skipped a beat.
He blinked his eyelashes slightly, and just as the female insect coughed softly to cover up and tried to change the subject, he came back to his senses.
"Very cute, I like it very much."
Yael smiled silently, supported his chin with one hand, and looked up at the female insect intently.
"You're just as cute even without an apron. I hope... you can always be as cute as you are now."
He moved his lips, his voice so low that he couldn't even hear it, "That's why I picked you up."
"What?"
Xi Ze didn't hear clearly what he said next. He was stunned for a moment and then asked again.
Yael smiled and shook his head without answering him. "Nothing, let's have breakfast."
What attracted him at first was the female insect's bright golden eyes.
Although it is filled with overflowing pain, embarrassment, shame, and anger, it is always sharp and sober, and there is a thriving vitality within it that is as stubborn as a weed.
They're all the same, living like dogs in this fucked up world.
It's just that he is a stray bereaved dog, and Xi Ze is a sick wolf that has been beaten. He is gradually withering away in despair, while Xi Ze is able to grow desperately in blood.
People are always attracted to things they don't have, and he is no exception.
And every time they spend together, Cize will give him more surprises, letting him know that life is not only manifested in stubbornness and toughness, but also in the cuteness and tenderness that is more adaptable to this society and life.
Just like the tall military woman wearing that pink apron, it didn't look weird or strange in his eyes, but...
"cute."
Yael murmured for the third time, cutting the fried egg on the plate with a knife and fork, cutting out a Q-version bow shape, crooked, but he inexplicably liked it.
He pushed the other scraps aside and put the bow on Cesar's plate. "Eat this."
015 leaned over to look at the strange geometric egg. After scanning it for a while, he still had no idea what shape it was and was very confused.
"What is this? It looks like that..."
Xi Ze covered its mouth in time.
The author has something to say:
Yes, the author really likes the nude apron + carrots/cucumbers/eggplants/cherry tomatoes and other kitchen pretzels, and feels very suitable for male mothers, but unfortunately... (sigh) (leaves with hands behind)
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