MCDWTBS Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The male insectoid cub seems to have gone mad.

Chapter 3: The male insectoid cub seems to have gone mad.

The softness he had never experienced before was Edwin’s only feeling. In the insectoid race, the existence of cubs was not rare. Large numbers of female and sub-male insectoids would lay ownerless eggs every day. Most of these eggs would never have a male parent. As noble male insectoids, they had too many interesting things to enjoy and would not waste time on female and sub-male insectoids who had been used and were no longer fresh.

The concept of kinship was also not strong in the insectoid race, because most of the highly talented female insectoids would die early due to being neglected or abused by male insectoids. Edwin’s impression of his own male parent also only remained at the male parent’s appearance at the age of twenty-seven, and that appearance would never age again. He was dead, like many female insectoids who were not liked by male insectoids.

The Empire had established many nurseries, which housed ownerless sub-male and female insectoid cubs who had lost their male parents or been abandoned. Except for male insectoids who liked to play with cubs, most male insectoids were not interested in these cubs, and in insectoid society, what male insectoids found uninteresting, no insectoid would find interesting.

Fortunately, sub-male and female insectoid cubs were very capable of surviving. Even with only nutrient fluid and the feeding by robots arranged by the church, most of them could grow up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and then fly to the male insectoids like moths to a flame, fulfilling their predetermined fate.

But male insectoid cubs, that was too rare. Edwin had never seen a live male insectoid cub. He only knew from the church-made robot’s propaganda that male insectoid cubs were completely different creatures from female and sub-male insectoids. Their soft bodies contained sacred potential. Unlike female and sub-male insectoid cubs who could grow up with casual feeding, male insectoid cubs had to be treated carefully and preciously. They were the Insect Mother’s blessing to the insectoid race. Even the male parent who gave birth to the male insectoid cub had to treat the male insectoid cub with respect, calling the male insectoid cub Young Male Master.

In this context, a male insectoid cub who took the initiative to approach his male parent, an insignificant female attendant, seemed to have lost his mind.

Edwin was extremely stiff, but a surge of heat welled up in his chest, causing him to involuntarily take an action that might bring disaster—touching the male insectoid cub’s soft, dry hair.

The touch of the brown hair was wonderful, like an invisible small electric current passing through his fingertips, bringing a slight itch and warmth. Warmth—this was also a foreign concept to female insectoids, too addictive, but soon, Edwin’s extremely strong self-control allowed him to withdraw from this strange feeling. He was surprised by his behavior and even felt a trace of annoyance.

This might shorten the boundary between him and death, he thought. He was about to put his hand down and behind his back, when he suddenly heard a soft and delicate “Ee wu——”.

Edwin’s pupils dilated slightly. Adult insectoids had no resistance to the soft voice of a cub. His movements became even stiffer, and a crack appeared for the first time on his calm and indifferent face. A trace of helplessness also flashed in his light deer-like eyes.

The male insectoid cub didn’t give the former general more time to react. He stretched out his small, chubby paws and unreasonably grabbed the general’s slender and powerful white fingers, forcing the general to continue stroking the top of his head.

He also tiptoed and pulled Edwin’s hand from behind his back, allowing the arm wrapped in cheap cloth to wrap around his cub’s soft back, bringing a hint of solid warmth.

This feeling was also strange for Serra. He shivered slightly—he wasn’t gay, and he hadn’t had any intimate relationships. Now his young male insectoid body was carrying an adult’s soul, intimately close to another female insectoid’s body that was no different from an adult male’s—this was a very unusual experience for a straight male teacher who had never been in love.

But he adapted very well. After all, he was still a cub—he comforted himself, and then comfortably rubbed in Edwin’s arms, his soft, chubby cheek desperately squeezing into Edwin’s cleavage.

This is too big. Serra thought. But in the future, we will be revolutionary brothers who overthrow the corrupt empire together. If we’re brothers, let’s hug.

The male insectoid cub persistently and forcefully hugged the surprised and bewildered black-haired female insectoid. Under the desperate squeezing of his soft little body, the powerful and indestructible female insectoid was extremely at a loss, squeezing an ambiguous murmur from his chest, and then stiffly maintained this overly strange action.

“This is called ‘hug’,” the strange male insectoid cub explained in his arms in a muffled voice: “Male parent, can you give me a ‘hug’ every day? No, I want ten ‘hugs’!”

The soft-voiced male insectoid cub made an unreasonable request, and for the first time, Edwin did not immediately respond to any of the male insectoid’s requests. For the first time in his life, he felt an increasingly undeniable warmth coming from his chest, and that warmth was flowing along his blood vessels to his limbs, flowing to his whole body.

He felt—so strange, so warm, his nose was inexplicably uncomfortable, and his always tense mind was a little weak and tired. Too strange, this must be the male insectoid’s pervasive mental energy paralyzing him, but he felt good beyond expectation.

Why? Edwin couldn’t figure it out.

Of course he didn’t understand. On Earth, there was also hug therapy. Embracing and touching people had the magic of healing people’s hearts. Even between unfamiliar strangers, hugs and kindness could bring healing effects. Admittedly, that wasn’t applicable to everyone, but for a female insectoid who had grown up in a morbid insectoid society and hadn’t received much warmth from her own kind, the warmth and experience brought by hugs had almost fatal magic.

The “relentless” male insectoid cub quietly opened a pair of caramel-colored eyes, secretly smiled, and was not surprised by Edwin’s reaction. He tried hard to hug the female insectoid in front of him, doing his best to convey his kindness and warmth. He was very short. Even if Edwin was kneeling, his face was right in front of Edwin’s chest, so his short, chubby hands could just hug Edwin’s most slender waist.

“Why does Young Male Master want a ‘hug’?” After a long silence, the black-haired female insectoid suddenly spoke. There was not much questioning in his voice, only confusion. He entered a state of fatigue in the prolonged warmth without any defense, making the wounds from the male master’s punishment yesterday feel even more painful.

His battlefield intuition told Edwin that his current state was very bad. If a general lost his sensitivity, it would bring disaster. But he couldn’t escape the male insectoid cub’s soft hands.

“Don’t you think ‘hugs’ are very comfortable, male parent?”

The male insectoid cub pretended to be puzzled. He raised his rosy, chubby apple face, his pair of beautiful caramel-colored eyes filled with light, looking up at the black-haired female insectoid:

“I also want to hug male parent and thank male parent for taking care of me when I was sick.”

The cub blinked and smiled at the female insectoid: “Thanks to male parent for taking care of me, I have recovered.”

The black-haired female insectoid did not feel honored by the male insectoid cub’s sudden intimacy, but was even more confused. He didn’t think the male insectoid cub was well, but only thought the male insectoid cub had gone crazy.

But, of course, he couldn’t offend Young Male Master like this.

“Young Male Master needs to rest. I’ll go get energy fluid for Young Male Master.”

He said, not sure if energy fluid could cure Young Male Master’s madness. But the male insectoid cub wouldn’t let him go. His soft, warm, chubby body was as clingy as mochi:

“Just have the robot go! I want male parent to accompany me!”

The male insectoid cub didn’t let him go, and he strained himself to bring the female insectoid to the bed—this was certainly not because he was lustful and preparing to forcibly do the impossible with his four-headed body, but because he had been told by the system that his bed was actually a huge medical bay.

He knew that Edwin was injured, from the punishment of his so-called male father or something else. Even if Edwin was unwilling to admit it, he did need treatment.

But he couldn’t drag the adult female insectoid at all. If a more understanding and sensible female insectoid came, perhaps she would follow his strength and go to bed with him. It was a pity that Edwin was not only a cold and rigid general who had only received military education, but also an outstanding one among the generals. This not only represented his extraordinary military achievements and abilities, but also because he performed very well in the church’s brainwashing-like assessments.

For these types of female and sub-male insectoids, they had to obey orders in their lives and never learned to take an inch after gaining a foot.

They did not expect to receive favor and affection from male insectoids, and they were also taught not to take the initiative to fight for it, but only to accept everything that fate brought. Any female insectoid who expressed resistance would be marked by the church, and they would soon be sent to do the most dangerous tasks, dying on the most unpredictable battlefields. Even if they survived by chance, they would never get any chance of promotion.

Edwin never expressed opposition or questioning. He was forbidden to do so. So he just looked at the male insectoid cub who was red in the face from exertion with confusion and a hint of worry in his eyes.

Young Male Master’s illness looked very serious, so much so that he made so many strange behaviors.

The male insectoid cub couldn’t express his suffering. He decisively gave up the little bit of male dignity he had left and continued to lie softly on the female insectoid’s chest like mochi, feigning grievance and acting coquettishly:

“Male parent, I feel a little tired. Lie down with me. I’m so scared all alone.”

Edwin looked at the church-produced special bed-type medical bay behind the male insectoid cub, and then looked at the pitiful-looking male insectoid cub with a small face raised. The confusion and unease in his eyes deepened. How could a male insectoid show a pleading expression to a lowly female insectoid? This simply violated every tenet of the church.

But he still did not question the male insectoid, even if the other party was only a disabled cub who was likely terminally ill. He spoke, with a detached calmness in his expression:

“Young Male Master, female insectoids are prohibited from using medical facilities in non-war environments. The male master flogged me. If I violate the male master’s wishes and use Young Male Master’s medical bay, I will be expelled by the male master or go to family court.”

His body did not make any rejecting movements. In fact, Edwin did not refuse the male insectoid cub. He was just explaining the situation he was facing, but he knew in his heart that the male insectoid cub would not care about these.

Which male insectoid would care about the situation of a female insectoid and think from their perspective? This was completely impossible. He would still use the medical bay at the request of Young Male Master and be punished by the male master and then expelled, dying in the exile zone or on the way to the exile zone. But the education he had received made him unable to resist the male insectoid’s orders. All he could do was calmly state the consequences.

The male insectoid cub hesitated. Edwin saw it and was not sure if this was a good sign. Perhaps the next second, the male insectoid cub would be furious and immediately order the robot to punish his disobedience. Neither result was a good thing.

He didn’t know that Serra’s fist was quietly clenched, but it was clenched at his so-called male father and this damned deformed society.

“System,” the fat and cute male insectoid cub said in his mind: “Where is the registration office for the rebel army? Don’t let Edwin go. I’ll go.”