Chapter 21: Go find him to pressure him into marriage.
Fipos was right. One sunny morning, Vison was visited by insects from the Xiongbao Society.
They wanted to introduce Visen to male insects so he could choose female insects from the booklet to be his slaves or servants.
They call it "not wasting genes."
Vison looked at the booklet that reached almost to his knees and felt waves of headache coming on.
How come I'm now in the Zerg world and facing pressure to get married and blind dates?
It's even more serious now.
When we were human, at least we only had teachers to urge us on. Now that we're in the Zerg, there's a special organization to urge us on.
Vincent drank his water without a care, letting the two workaholics chatter on for half an hour without changing his expression in the slightest, remaining completely unmoved.
The two working insects exchanged a wry smile. When they arrived, they had heard from President Lan Ke that this esteemed gentleman was not interested in female insects and might be difficult to deal with.
At the time, they thought that Chairman Lanco was just bluffing them. After all, they had heard that this was to select female servants and slaves for Lord Visen. The files of female insects they had applied for filled their office, and there were even high-ranking officers and nobles among them.
They arrived full of confidence, only to discover now that this distinguished gentleman is truly difficult to deal with.
It's just like being sexually frigid.
To some extent, this gentleman's face does indeed have a rather aloof appearance.
Like a god sitting on a high chair, no insect can drag him down to the mortal world.
"Your Excellency Vison, if you refuse to choose, you will be subject to the prescribed punishment."
One of the working bugs, finding that no amount of persuasion could convince him, said with a bitter face.
"Oh? What kind of punishment?"
"We need to extract a vial of your pheromone condensate. If you still don't have a female insect under your name after six months, your data will be put into the matching pool for automatic matching with a female insect." The working insect said with an exaggerated expression, trying to scare this gentleman.
To everyone's surprise, Vincent readily agreed: "Okay."
If we can delay it for another six months, then we should.
"No, no, no, you can't do that, Your Excellency Vincent!" Another worker's expression changed drastically as he spoke up.
"You may not know what pheromone gel is, let me tell you."
The worker suddenly realized that this gentleman had only recently returned to the capital and might not know what extracting pheromone gel meant, so he quickly said...
“Pheromone gel is a highly concentrated liquid formed from pheromones, which must be extracted using specific medical equipment. One tube of pheromone gel releases a large amount of pheromones, and excessive release of pheromones by male insects can cause a series of adverse reactions. Therefore, extracting pheromone gel is generally used as a means of punishing male insects in prisons.”
"How could someone of your noble status go and extract pheromone gel? What if... what if something happens to you!"
It's important to know that extracting pheromone gel can cause irreversible damage to the bodies of some male insects, and may even lead to serious long-term effects; otherwise, it wouldn't be considered a punishment in the military.
This gentleman is the only SS-level male insect of the younger generation, and even the main lineage of ancient insect blood. If something happens because he didn't stop the extraction of pheromone condensate, he would be more than capable of compensating with ten heads.
The worker, his mouth dry from talking for a long time, came up with only one core idea: to persuade Vincent that if he really had no other choice, he should just pick any female slave, keep her at home, and pretend she didn't exist.
But this esteemed gentleman is a stubborn fellow.
"Just tell me where to draw it."
Vincent was not swayed by his suggestion. He looked at the work bug with cold words and an indifferent yet extremely oppressive gaze, making the work bug feel particularly pressured.
This pressure is too strong. No wonder you are an SS-level male insect.
The worker steadied his somewhat weak legs and could only say shakily, "There's an instrument there that can be used to extract it at the infirmary."
"good."
As soon as he got the answer, Vison strode outside. The wind blew his clothes and hair, giving him a cool and free air, making him seem like the wind, a wind that doesn't linger in the mortal world.
The two workaholics thought in unison that perhaps this was how it was supposed to be.
Like a deity untouched by the world, it has no worldly desires like other male insects.
"Your Excellency, what brings you here? What happened?" The insect doctor, who had just been dozing off, immediately woke up when he saw Shi Weisen and quickly ran over with a worried expression.
“Extract the pheromone condensate,” Vison said succinctly.
The insect doctor stood there in disbelief, unable to believe what he had just heard.
Vincent had already sat down in the chair and urged him, "Come on."
The sooner he finishes, the sooner he can finish; he still needs to go to the machine room later.
"This, this won't do." The insect doctor's face turned deathly pale, and he refused to let him draw blood no matter what.
Left with no other option, Visen called Lanco and firmly and repeatedly expressed that he would rather extract pheromones than choose a female slave, that he didn't like having another insect breathing in the house, and that he didn't like seeing another insect in the house.
After much persuasion, Lan Ke finally nodded, allowing the insect doctor to extract his pheromone condensate.
The insect doctor had a crying face that looked like a dead insect, but his skills as a school doctor at the First Military Academy were beyond doubt. His hands were very steady, and Vincent felt no discomfort.
I even felt more relaxed physically and clearer-headed.
I didn't feel any pain during the extraction and compression process. There was only a slight pain when the needle pricked my neck, but I could barely feel anything.
He waved goodbye to the insect doctor who kept nagging him about the aftereffects and that he needed to rest well today, then turned and went to the machine room.
Just one small slap in the face can buy you six months of peace and quiet, it's really worth it.
When he was extracting the pheromone gel, he asked the insect doctor where the pheromone gel from the punishment would be used. The insect doctor told him that it would be donated to the hospital to treat female insects whose mental seas were violently rioting.
So who will get his pheromone gel?
The insect doctor had just given him a lesson: a female insect's mental energy outburst is very dangerous and extremely painful; it can easily kill a female insect, especially a higher-level female insect.
I should have kept my pheromones from him and left him to suffer.
Vincent tossed the orange in his hand into the air and caught it again, his thoughts drifting aimlessly to a certain annoying bug.
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"Marshal, the First Military Academy Affiliated Hospital has received a new shipment of that gentleman's pheromone gel."
"Oh? Use my orders to order it and send it to him."
The subordinate quickly accepted the order and carried it out, as the general could no longer delay.
He retrieved the pheromone gel and carefully knocked on the door of the dark room.
The air pressure on this floor was so low that the insect could hardly breathe, but he knew that the space inside was even more cramped.
No, it can no longer be described as cramped; it should be described as eating insects.
When the marshal was still alive, they went in to try to control the general, but the chaotic pheromones were running rampant in the small room, and the manifestation of mental power was causing widespread destruction. All of this indicated that the person inside was on the verge of losing control.
They couldn't get close at all; taking even one more step seemed like they would be torn to shreds.
Recalling that time, his subordinate was still shaken. Following instructions, he opened the cap of the pheromone condensate tube, carefully placed it at the door of the room, and then quickly ran downstairs.
When a female insect is out of control, her territorial instincts and possessiveness reach their peak.
The room was pitch black. The insect, curled up in the corner, let out a low growl. With little reason left, the insect struggled to control its delirious mind and prevent itself from rushing out and tearing the insects outside to pieces.
Only after the insects outside fled away did the violent panting gradually subside.
But suddenly, he smelled a fragrance.
It's like hanging a piece of fine, fragrant, tender meat in front of a worm that's about to starve to death.
It smells so good.
It smells so good.
It smells so good, I really want it.
Rob.
Take it back.
Completely captivated by the fragrance, he lost all sense of reason and, acting solely on instinct, lunged towards the door, slamming it shut with a loud bang.
But he stopped at the door. He pressed his ear against the door to make sure it was safe outside before carefully opening a crack and quickly reaching out.
Finally, he got his wish and held the small bottle containing the source of the fragrance in his hand.
He has become a complete animal, utterly devoid of reason.
He held the small bottle like a precious treasure, stuck out his tongue to lick it but missed. Looking at the bottle, he tilted his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
No, it shouldn't be like this.
What would that be like?
It should be a bit bigger, big enough to completely fill my arms, and it should be soft...
What is soft?
He clutched his throbbing head, struggling to think of anything despite his best efforts.
He could only hold onto the only bottle in his hand, feeling both aggrieved and greedy.
She readjusted her position, quickly stuck out her rosy tongue, and gently licked the trembling water droplet hanging from the bottle mouth.
I finally got to lick it.
His expression quickly turned to enjoyment, and the entire insect calmed down from its beastly ferocity.
A flush spread across his face, and the pleasure he felt made his pupils unfocus. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and the persistent hunger finally subsided somewhat. He felt as comfortable as if he were lying on a cloud.
I love it.
I love it.
I love this feeling.
He poured all the liquid into his mouth and feasted on it, then stuck out his tongue and licked the bottle countless times, not wanting to miss a single drop.
The insect seemed to be buried in the thick snow of the glacier, and the familiar pheromones soothed him.
It's like petting a grumpy, angry, bad-tempered black cat until it comfortably rolls around in your arms.
The tyranny subsided, and he finally regained some of his composure from the calm.
Go find him.
Go find him.
Go find him quickly.
This thought remained in my mind, which had not yet fully regained its rationality.
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So, when Vison went out to throw away the trash, he found a female insect that looked obviously out of sorts on his doorstep.
A note from the author:
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Workaholic: Lord Vison is truly devoid of worldly desires.
Mori:?
Fei (imagining some scenes): ?
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I'm quite satisfied with this chapter (just being narcissistic), and I hope you all like it! Love you all!
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