MCDWTBS Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Chapter 20: The male insectoid babe stretches out his chubby little hand…

Edwin tightly held the male insectoid babe in his arms, not really knowing what he was doing.

Unfamiliar emotions flooded him like a tide, filling his chest to the brim with a piercing soreness. He forgot when was the last time he cried so impulsively and weakly, perhaps when his male parent was still around.

Because he knew that even though his male parent always told him that female insectoids and sub-male insectoids shouldn’t cry, his male parent would still gently touch the top of his head.

His male parent was a cold and stern military female insectoid, and that was the warmest touch his male parent ever gave him. He remembered that feeling well, so he wasn’t really like a female insectoid when he was little. He cried often, making his male parent sigh frequently.

After his male parent passed away, he never cried again.

How weak. Edwin thought to himself, he should be ashamed of this, because his weakness was a desecration of the Imperial army, a desecration of the honor of a military female insectoid. But he still couldn’t control himself. These tears were like a curse. Once it started, it could no longer be suppressed. He cried and trembled all over, as if he had become that fragile, incompetent, and cowardly little female insectoid again.

Serra was heartbroken, but didn’t stop Edwin’s cries and tears. Catharsis was a good way to heal. What was truly terrifying were those who couldn’t even cry. They were so numb that they couldn’t even feel pain, so how could they have hope?

He wiggled his little butt and twisted in Edwin’s arms, opened his short little arms and hugged Edwin’s neck, like a large glutinous rice cake, plopping onto the female insectoid’s turbulent chest, trying his best to convey comfort. But his babe insectoid body’s arms were too short, unable to wrap around the tall female insectoid in his arms and comfort him like a reliable man. Serra “grumble” in anxiety, and countless dark tendrils emerged from the void behind him.

These male insectoid tendrils, filled with ominous and terrifying auras, densely wrapped around Edwin, constantly wriggling, like a group of jet-black forest pythons baring their fangs and claws, entangling their prey. But Edwin knew that they were extremely soft and extremely gentle, like a gift from the Mother Goddess.

It took Edwin a long time to calm down. Enveloped by the male insectoid babe’s precious tendrils, he seemed even more dazed and tired after crying. His limbs were weak, his pale eyelids were tinged with pink, slightly swollen, and tear streaks remained on his cheeks, with a strand of damp black hair sticking to his cheek.

He saw his own disheveled reflection in the male insectoid babe’s bright, caramel-colored eyes that looked up at him. The male insectoid babe looked at him expectantly, reached out his chubby little hand and carefully wiped away a crystal-clear tear from his face, his little face wrinkled into several folds, looking at him with worry and pity.

The female insectoid’s body stiffened, at a loss and ashamed. He was still holding a male insectoid babe in his arms, yet he was acting so weak and foolish, letting the male insectoid babe take care of him instead. The Mother Goddess should be ashamed of him.

The female insectoid’s expression changed, and Serra knew what this silly female insectoid was thinking again. He sighed like an old man, knowing that he couldn’t change Edwin’s irresolvable self-loathing and sense of unworthiness for a while. He waved his little hand, and the modified robot Xiao An had already brought up the heated dishes, setting up a table in the suite’s small hall.

“Male parent, eat quickly, the dishes will get cold in a while.”

The little male insectoid babe stared at the black-haired female insectoid eating, while holding his own rice bowl, his chubby cheeks bulging. The female insectoid hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and took a grain of rice off the little insectoid babe’s cheek, causing the little insectoid babe to suddenly stiffen.

No matter how long it took, Serra still couldn’t accept his short arms and legs, his clumsy limbs, and his soft voice in this babe form! The feeling of turning from an adult with stronger control over his body into a babe was really terrible, and very embarrassing.

The male insectoid babe hummed uncomfortably, muttering and climbing into Edwin’s arms, staring at him as he finished the remaining food, and by the way, talked about his “grand” plan. He revealed his plan to use the Duke’s Mansion’s laboratory resources to study male insectoid pheromones, and then looked up with his little face, looking like he was begging for praise.

Having replenished his energy with food and high-level energy fluid, Edwin looked down at the babe, hesitantly touching the babe’s soft head hair, just like when they first met.

The male insectoid babe’s brown hair was thick, soft, with slight curls and warmth. Being touched made the male insectoid babe squint his eyes, like a contented pet cat. Edwin gradually became addicted to the feeling of actively touching the male insectoid babe, stroking, hugging—some of the instincts in his body that had been suppressed since birth gradually awakened. He began to feel safe from the touch and warmth of his own kind.

“Young Male Master must be careful.” The female insectoid was silent for a moment, but still said a not-so-pleasant reminder. According to his scarce experience of getting along with male insectoids and the flattery tips passed down by his predecessors, saying such a sentence would result in at least dozens of electrified whips. For male insectoids, loyal words must be spoken, but unpleasant words cannot be spoken.

Smart female insectoids and sub-male insectoids would learn to be tactful without being taught, or be silent when they should be silent, but Edwin was never smart enough.

And Serra—his Young Male Master, was not other male insectoids.

“Five years ago, the Church executed many female insectoids and sub-male insectoids. They were either high-ranking officials in the army or insects with high scientific research contributions. The official reason given by the Empire was that they were traitors who sold the Empire’s biological secrets to other races in the universe. But—”

Edwin paused, and Serra knew who he was thinking of, and quickly stuffed his chubby little hand into Edwin’s palm: “Marshal Ax privately told several of our high-ranking officers that female insectoids and sub-male insectoids exiled to remote stars had formed a mysterious organization, Dawn, and they were trying to crack the insectoid’s genetic code.”

“The Church immediately stopped the traitors, and the Royal Family also issued a strict order prohibiting all laboratories in the Empire from studying insectoid biological genes, as well as… the biological characteristics of male insectoids. If discovered, all those involved would be subjected to extreme punishment.”

Just saying this made the female insectoid hug the chubby insectoid babe in his arms uneasily. He knew that the male insectoid babe had a special status. Even if the Insectoid Emperor or the Pope personally ordered it, a male insectoid babe with a super-high level may not necessarily face the death penalty, but he didn’t want the male insectoid babe to be hurt even a little bit.

Because he knew that his little insectoid babe wasn’t doing this for himself or other male insectoids, but for a group of sub-male insectoids and female insectoids who had nothing to do with him, who were born lowly, and were only worthy of being trampled under his feet. In a society where the insectoids were dominated by the law of the jungle and morality was lost, Edwin didn’t know what nobility was, but he instinctively understood that his little male insectoid was special.

Edwin had been trying his best to protect his compatriots. He had no position to stop the little insectoid babe, but he couldn’t stop worrying in his heart.

How could his male insectoid babe be so good… He didn’t look like a male insectoid at all. After all, other male insectoids were so arrogant, cold, and tyrannical.

Edwin’s arms tightened protectively, causing the male insectoid babe to almost get lost in the waves in front of Edwin’s chest again. The male insectoid babe’s face turned red, and he quickly patted Edwin’s chest with his little hands before pulling his chubby face out of his pectoral muscles:

“I know what I’m doing, can you trust me? I also want male parent to help me with one thing, help me keep an eye on researcher Krison. Tell me when he makes progress, okay? The way I am now, I really don’t have any majesty.”

The chubby insectoid babe squeezed his soft belly, looking young and pitiful. What else could Edwin say except nod? The little insectoid babe gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then ran to get the drawings.

He didn’t really need Edwin to keep an eye on Krison, but Krison needed Edwin’s body data. Edwin’s health was a major concern for the male insectoid babe. He had to get Krison to design a healing method for Edwin more specifically, whether it was injecting male insectoid pheromones or something else.

He sat on Edwin’s lap and designed the bracelet drawings with Edwin, spending a few fulfilling and peaceful days. Edwin was very good at mechanics. After the robots sent some parts, his slender fingers moved up and down, quickly assembling the small parts together, and then raised a pair of azure eyes and looked quietly at the little male insectoid.

Serra knew that Edwin was just used to waiting for the next instruction, but his heart was still pounding, and his apple face turned red. Edwin touched the insectoid babe’s suddenly red little face in confusion. He seemed to like this touch more and more.

“Male parent, male parent!” The male insectoid babe twisted his butt, avoiding the touch with a muffled voice: “Don’t rub my face…” The little male insectoid was too embarrassed to say the real reason why his face was red, and plopped his chubby face into Edwin’s chest, holding the assembled bracelet and said:

“This is our prototype, male parent. All it needs is a little simple biometric identification technology…”

The male insectoid babe turned over in Edwin’s arms, poking the bracelet in his hand, and suddenly a robot’s voice sounded in the West Wing Studio:

“Master, the Royal Family has sent an invitation. Your title conferral ceremony will be held in three days. At that time, His Highness Prince Colean will confer the title on you, and the Church will come to attend the ceremony. Please prepare yourself and the female insectoids and sub-male insectoids of the Duke’s Mansion.”

The male insectoid babe’s coquettish movements stopped, and his little chubby face became serious. He asked the robot to send the Royal Family’s invitation, and saw the signature of a powerful member of the Royal Family on it. The letter didn’t mention the cooperation regarding the bracelet, but it hinted at Prince Colean’s interest in Serra’s proposal.

This meant that they wanted to discuss it in detail. The little male insectoid clenched the bracelet model in his hand, thinking that Ilott had indeed made a lot of efforts for this, and he had to complete the part that Ilott couldn’t complete.

Serra patted the silly female insectoid, forcefully giving him another mental soothing. He was getting more and more skilled at doing these things. Edwin’s rapidly deteriorating body was stabilized under the care of the energy fluid and mental soothing, but the hidden danger still existed, making the little insectoid babe frown again.

Three days later, Serra left the Duke’s Mansion with the female insectoids and sub-male insectoids of the Duke’s Mansion and boarded the aircraft to the Royal Family’s central city.