MCDWTBS Chapter 5
by VolareEdwin had never seen a living male insectoid cub before. They were too rare and would never condescend to be with annoying soldier female insectoids. However, Edwin had seen the divine child born from the Chong Mother’s womb, the first generation male insectoid, in the sacred portraits brought by the church.
The Chong Mother was the insectoid race’s mother goddess, the supreme creator. She had no form, and her body was as vast as a shining planet. The four first-generation male insectoids were born from her body. They did not have the ferocious wings of female insectoids or the insect markings of sub-males. They were born pure and noble, and were endowed with divine power and grace by the Chong Mother, causing all female insectoids to submit and admire them involuntarily when they looked upon the holy image.
And at this moment, the divine child in the holy image was softly and warmly lying on his chest, like a sweet, soft cloud. His chubby little hands held the energy fluid worth a thousand gold coins, and he looked at him with anticipation and sparkling eyes.
Edwin didn’t know how to react. A voice in his heart reminded him that everything before him was caused by his sins. He cruelly misled the young male master, making him think that female insectoids were harmless and lovable pets, and he didn’t tell the young male master the truth in time.
According to the disciplinary chapter in the church’s preaching, he should immediately confess his sins to the young male master and male insectoid master, and punish his body to the point of near death. Otherwise, he would forever lose the opportunity to ascend to the Hall of Glory, and would forever be spurned by the mother goddess, unable to serve the holy male insectoids.
Edwin should have trembled because of this, but he didn’t. He quietly supported the male insectoid cub on his chest, who was almost as soft as a cloud. After a moment of silence, he didn’t plead guilty or feel uneasy, but only lightly and wearily reminded him:
“Why does the young male master want to do this? The young male master shouldn’t show kindness to a female insectoid.”
Of course, the young male master could do anything, even if it would cause Edwin to lose the opportunity to enter the Hall of Glory because of his sins. Edwin didn’t care about this. In fact, he didn’t follow the church’s dogma as much as he showed. He wasn’t obsessed with the Hall of Glory.
Because he had seen too many female insectoids who were rumored to enter the Hall of Glory. Their limbs were broken, their eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, but the joyful light in their eyes was already covered with the shadow of death. Most female insectoids had no resistance to death, and were even fanatical about it. It was their only way to the Hall of Glory, the legendary residence of the mother goddess. They faced death with fanaticism and joy, with smiles on their faces. It was said that it was because they saw the door of the Hall of Glory open to them.
But Edwin also knew that their bodies would quickly decay and turn into dust. Their sparse existence was quickly erased, and more young and even young female insectoids joined the army. Most of the dead couldn’t leave their names.
No Chong remembered, no Chong cared, no Chong cared. They were like fuel that had been completely burned out, without any value. The church’s new round of preaching would not mention the demise of the nameless.
But Edwin remembered every one of them. Those who fought alongside him, those who fell in front of him, those who sacrificed on the battlefield after being commanded by him.
He wasn’t sure if they went to the Hall of Glory. Most of them had never even seen a male insectoid when they were alive, but they gladly died to serve the male insectoids in the Hall of Glory.
Sometimes, when Edwin escorted warships full of energy and rare materials plundered by the soldier female insectoids, he would think, if only these warships were carrying the bones of those soldier female insectoids.
If only those bones were favored by the church and male insectoids like energy.
Once, Edwin couldn’t say these thoughts, he couldn’t even indulge such thoughts. Any mistake would cause him to be executed by the church’s robots, nailed to the pillar of shame forever, and become a textbook for the church to intimidate the next batch of soldier female insectoids.
But today, with the soft cub in his arms, Edwin’s consciousness relaxed, and he once again thought of the things he had suppressed for a long time, and was a little dazed for a while.
But the little male insectoid on his chest didn’t give him more chances to refute. The male insectoid cub tilted the bottle to Edwin’s lips, and the energy-filled energy fluid gurgled into the female insectoid’s slightly opened lips, which had regained some color. The little male insectoid cub, who was holding the bottle with both hands to control the flow of energy fluid, babbled:
“Didn’t male parent also ask me to drink energy fluid just now? Male parent takes care of me, and I take care of male parent, that’s fair.”
The male insectoid cub was a little unreasonable and “ambushed” the rare distracted female insectoid. Most of the energy fluid was instantly absorbed by the female insectoid, leaving Edwin with no chance to refuse.
His body was recovering quickly. Female insectoids were extremely powerful species. In their heyday, the best of them could be in space alone, tearing apart mechas with their bare hands. Their wings were as hard as steel and could withstand the bombardment of particle cannons.
In recent years, the insectoid race relied on the combat power of the soldier female insectoids to expand in the interstellar space and plunder resources, but the combat power of the female insectoids was too terrifying, and the resistance of other races eventually ended in failure. Even new civilizations that had just entered the interstellar era knew that if the insectoid race wasn’t because the female insectoids didn’t live long and their peak period was too short, they would have become the only race in the universe long ago.
The rapid recovery of his body made Edwin very tired and lazy. He didn’t even refuse the nutrient injection that the male insectoid cub was eagerly holding. He hadn’t eaten anything for most of the day. The Duke’s Mansion wouldn’t deduct the nutrient injections of female insectoids with status, but it wouldn’t treat any female insectoids who were disliked by the male insectoid master favorably either. Edwin’s body was damaged and needed a lot of nutrient injections. He was actually in a state of extreme hunger, but he had long been used to it.
He swallowed the nutrient injection with his pink lips, but his eyes never left the soft, chubby cub on his chest, who was also puffing out his cheeks and sucking on his own nutrient injection. He almost instinctively stretched out a hand to support the male insectoid cub’s chubby legs to prevent the male insectoid cub from slipping and getting hurt.
Confirming that the worrying mission target had replenished his energy, Serra breathed a sigh of relief. He overly skillfully curled himself into a ball, familiarly opened the arms of the female insectoid who was quietly looking at him, stuffed himself into the female insectoid’s arms, and pillowed on the female insectoid’s chest muscles.
“This is a good buddies pose. Good brothers with revolutionary friendship often do this.” He said to the system in his mind, which was “buzzing” because of his frequent operations:
“Don’t misunderstand my behavior just because I’m small now. I’m not acting cute. Everything is under control. The mission will definitely be completed. Teacher is doing things, system, don’t worry.”
“Buzz…” The system made an ambiguous sound, and Serra, with his glib tongue, deceived the system and ordered the robot to take away all the empty bottles. Then, he held one of the female insectoid’s slender hands with his two chubby hands.
The black-haired female insectoid’s thick eyelashes, as dark as crow feathers, trembled slightly. His fingers were very stiff, but he didn’t move, allowing a pair of chubby hands to play with them. These hands had once personally torn apart the strongest mecha of the Interstellar Alliance and commanded countless battles. Now, they were like a piece of overly delicate warm jade, being held in the hands of the little cub whose cheeks were squeezed out of fleshy dimples.
“Male parent, tell me a bedtime story, okay?”
The male insectoid cub rolled half a circle in the silent female insectoid’s arms, his round, fleshy belly warm against the female insectoid’s slender waist through the fabric. The female insectoid was lying too upright, like a delicate puppet forced to work. After being touched by the cub’s chubby and overly enthusiastic belly, he gently turned his face:
“I don’t know how to tell ‘bedtime stories,’ young male master.”
The female insectoid’s voice still had a hint of hoarseness, but it didn’t have the weakness and bloody smell it had just now. The male insectoid cub shook his chubby belly triumphantly because of this, squeezing out two greasy little dimples: “Then I’ll tell male parent one.”
Of course, Serra knew that female insectoids didn’t know how to tell stories. These female insectoids were raised like slaves, tamed by hunger and thirst since they were young, and brainwashed by the church and the empire. They had difficulty even surviving, so what stories could they have in their hearts?
But these sufferings would end in their lifetime. Serra suppressed the heartache in his eyes, gently held the female insectoid’s fingers, and made a promise in his heart that no one could hear.
“Once upon a time, there was a brave female insectoid. He heard that an evil dragon had come to the town. The evil dragon oppressed his compatriots and kidnapped a weak male insectoid cub, imprisoning him in the castle.”
The male insectoid cub’s voice was soft and Glutinous, and the clear childish voice was deliberately slowed down, gently stroking the female insectoid’s ear, who was sleepy and in need of rest, like a wisp of wind in spring.
“In order to protect his home and save the kidnapped male insectoid cub, the brave female insectoid set off. He carried a sword…”
Serra briefly told a Chong version of “Knight Fighting the Evil Dragon, Saving the Princess,” cunningly inserting himself, such a soft and chubby male insectoid cub, as the “princess” to be saved into his inappropriate bedtime story.
In fact, he had more radical and meaningful stories to tell, to make Edwin see the essence of the Chong society and complete his destined awakening earlier, but he didn’t do so.
Whether it was him or Edwin, they had gone through a long day, and bedtime stories should have a fairytale-like perfect ending, shouldn’t they?
His mission target… his male parent, had already experienced too much suffering, most of which Serra hadn’t touched, and even more pain that couldn’t be expressed in words.
And at this moment, the thing Serra wanted to do most was to let Edwin have a good sleep.
The male insectoid cub was telling his impromptu story, and his chubby and warm little hands covered Edwin’s eyelids, helping him close those light blue eyes that were as clear and indifferent as the Aegean Sea.
“…The powerful female insectoid finally killed the evil dragon and saved the male insectoid cub. The male insectoid cub looked at the female insectoid with admiration and pleaded: ‘Powerful female insectoid, can I live with you? The evil dragon is so terrible, and you are so powerful! With you by my side, I will never have nightmares again!'”
“The female insectoid gladly granted the male insectoid cub’s request. They went home together and lived a happy life ever after.”
The male insectoid cub put his chubby face against the female insectoid’s chest, listening to his gradually calming and steady heartbeat. The female insectoid fell asleep. It was difficult for female insectoids who had lived in high-pressure and barren environments for a long time to resist such a warm and comfortable environment, not to mention that the medical rays also alleviated Edwin’s endless pain caused by Pheromone Collapse Syndrome.
The male insectoid cub, who should have fallen asleep, opened his eyes. He gently glanced at the sleeping female insectoid, not realizing that he had squeezed out a small fleshy dimple on one side of his cheek because of the female insectoid’s peaceful sleeping posture.
“System, what’s wrong with my body’s disability? What can I do to evolve the original abilities of the male insectoid?”
The male insectoid cub asked in his mind. His mission was indeed to stimulate Edwin, let him awaken, and change the course of history, but Serra was definitely not someone who was used to hiding behind the scenes and manipulating other people’s destinies.
Edwin was certainly important, the highlight of the Chong race’s history, and the spark of civilization, but if possible, Serra didn’t want such a heavy burden, so much suffering, to be placed on the shoulders of one insectoid.