MCDWTBS Chapter 26
by VolareChapter 26: Male Mommy Learns How to hōng – coax a Chubbyzǎi – cub/child!
The male insectoid cub was startled, shivering in the quiet light of the studio. A shameful sob was stifled with his own chubby paws.
“Sy-system,” the male insectoid cub stammered, barely managing to regain the confident appearance he had in front of the system:
“What’s the matter? Everything is within my plan.”
“Is that so, Host?” The system’s girlish voice was ethereal. “According to the system’s calculations, Edwin’s deviation value has increased again. If Edwin’s deviation value continues to increase, a catastrophic destruction is imminent. Host, can you still sleep soundly?”
“These are all part of my plan. Look, Edwin has already publicly sworn to defy his faith, burning those Female Chong wings. This represents his disgust and resistance to male insectoid rule, right?”
The system was silent for a moment, emitting a faint electrical sound in the male insectoid cub’s mind, and then its voice was confused:
“But according to data analysis, his current damage level is insufficient, his hatred for male insectoid rule is insufficient, deviating from fate, making his awakening success rate face great uncertainty…”
“System,” the male insectoid cub puffed out his cheeks and said seriously, “The result is the most important thing. What does deviation in the process matter? As long as my actions can ultimately lead Edwin to complete his awakening, then my mission is successful. We are on the right path, my comrade system, please do not question this.”
“But…” the system’s girlish voice weakened, sounding a bit aggrieved: “But today Edwin even asked you to punish him. He seemed to need your punishment very much. Why didn’t you go with the flow and punish him? This would not only complete the mission but also give Edwin what he wanted. It would be a win-win situation for the Host.”
The system’s naive words made Serra’s heart clench suddenly, and the tears he had just stopped flowed again. He clenched his fleshy little fists and wiped his face, quietly sobbing for a good while, until the system frantically emitted electrical sounds, attempting to play music to soothe the suddenly emotionally unstable host, Serra murmured to himself:
“Precisely because he wants me to punish him, I cannot give him punishment. Edwin is currently in a weakened state, with his defenses shattered and his faith betrayed. Everything he once deeply believed in and maintained is crumbling. He doesn’t know how to cope with the current situation, so he wants me, a male insectoid, to punish him, to help him re-establish his values, correct him, discipline him, and let him find a sense of security in continuing to survive in this world through pain and cruelty.”
“He wants me to punish him because he can’t find any other meaning in life besides serving male insectoids and accepting everything that male insectoids inflict on him. He wants me to punish him, wants to be a male parent that satisfies me, not because he likes me or wants to be the male parent of a useless male insectoid cub, but only because he doesn’t know how to live after all his beliefs, efforts, and protected things have collapsed.”
“System, what am I supposed to do? I only want him to live, but I can never understand even a fraction of his pain. What am I supposed to do?”
The system’s electrical sound grew louder, buzzing in Serra’s mind, seemingly desperately deducing and calculating the meaning of Serra’s words. But obviously, the complexity of humanity in Serra’s words exceeded the calculation range of the immature system. Serra could almost imagine the simple-minded system scratching its head like a little girl trying to get to the bottom of things.
This eased the ache in Serra’s chest that was almost suffocating him. He wiped away his tears and coaxed the system like a gentle teacher:
“Okay, I know you can’t understand. You just need to remember that I am still doing what I must do, and I will definitely save this civilization. You don’t need to worry about adult matters. Be good, go play.”
“Buzz… buzz… Okay!”
The system was silly and didn’t realize that the “things I must do” in Serra’s mouth had no necessary connection with the so-called system mission. It realized that its host’s emotions were in an extremely unstable state, so it rummaged through its database and found a set of psychological treatment methods, outputting a lot of motivational quotes to Serra.
Serra was a little dumbfounded. He gently catered to the system in his mind, and before long, hehōng – coax the fake psychologist system into a placenta, letting the system happily go offline.
After the system left, the smile on Serra’s little chubby face disappeared. He lowered his head and touched his quiet antennae, imagining Edwin’s sleeping appearance at the other end of the antennae.
His tearful eyes firmed up. The chubby insectoid cub scrambled up from the edge of the wall and walked towards the bright long table in the studio in the middle of the night.
He had many things to do.
*
In the palace, Ilia quietly knelt on the smooth floor. He lowered his head, and his slightly curly dark hair fell down, obscuring his calm and numb golden eyes.
Colean leaned against a long chair, with many light screens floating in front of him. Two golden-red, solidified mental tendrils assisted him in entering the main brain and extracting information. There were many young and beautiful Sub-males beside him, quietly and mechanically massaging Colean’s body.
After an unknown amount of time, Colean suddenly withdrew his mental tendrils from the light screen. A timid Sub-male uttered a gasp in violation of the rules. Ilia was startled and looked up, but he had already seen the pitiful Sub-male being knocked away by Colean’s tendril, convulsing and crashing into the wall, and then falling down like a corpse with a muffled thud.
Ilia closed his eyes in unbearable pain. The male insectoid’s mental tendrils were not only high-dimensional deity that could not be harmed or touched by other energies, but they also acted on the mental seas of Female Chong and Sub-males. As long as the male insectoid intended, the Female Chong and Sub-males touched by the mental tendrils would experience a collapse of their mental seas, completely severing their life force.
Since Ilia was born, he had seen countless Female Chong and Sub-males in the palace being struck by male insectoid’s mental energy, convulsing and falling down. Their beautiful and slender limbs spasmed in intense pain, their blood vessels bulged, and their eyes lost their shine of sanity, covered in bloodshot eyes from near death. Afterwards, they would be silently carried away by other Female Chong guards like a bag of cheap waste, as if getting rid of something dirty.
No matter how many years passed, Ilia could not face this scene calmly. When he was a child, he was always frightened and cried, and even in front of his male parent, he could not control his tears. But later, his fate was in Colean’s hands, and he cried less because he knew his tears would only provoke Colean’s more morbid excitement and deeper cruelty.
Suddenly, Ilia’s neck was tightly grasped by a golden-red mental tendril. He opened his eyes to look at the male insectoid brother walking towards him with a gloomy face, and his eyes could not help but fill with physiological tears.
“Did you get what you wanted today, my dear brother? Was your extraordinary infatuation with Duke Serra satisfied?”
In public, Colean’s words were like a heavy slap in Ilia’s face. In the insectoid society that revered male insectoids, even a Female Chong as noble and capable as Ilia could not face the accusation of being morally depraved and wanting to cling to a male insectoid. Ilia’s tears broke through the corners of his eyes and rolled down:
“Bro… brother, I have no designs on Duke Serra… I dare not cling to the noble Duke. I belong to you. I only belong to—”
His humble words did not move Colean. The male insectoid’s tendril tightened, almost making it impossible for Ilia to breathe, and then suddenly threw him out, his body crashing heavily against the jeweled table in the palace.
He rolled to the ground, coughing incessantly while prostrating. Colean nervously clenched his fist and spat out two words:
“Liar.”
A terrifying aura emanated from him, and two mental tendrils, like thorny brambles, suddenly lashed at Ilia’s body in a dress, leaving bloody welts and Ilia’s suppressed cries of pain.
“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing? Your lowly, ridiculous plot, your full-of-holes tricks. You and that arrogant, reckless disabled Chong, Serra, are in cahoots. You’re helping him. You want me to help him too. Do you think I can’t see it?”
“Presumptuous bitch! Have you forgotten who raised you to this day, who gave you bottomless pampering and protection! Shameless slutty Female!”
Another whip landed on Ilia’s back, leaving his back a bloody mess. His wing sheaths hysterically emitted a faint light. The wounds left by the male insectoid’s tendrils were almost impossible to heal unless the male insectoid withdrew the mental energy remaining on the wound. Blood quickly flowed all over the ground, and the Female Chong and Sub-males kneeling in the palace were silent, like a group of silent puppets, none of them daring to look up and glance at the Female Chong prince they once loved.
Ilia’s vision went black. He was not sure when he had last been injured to this extent. After being controlled by Colean, he had also naively resisted, and after several bloody disciplinings, he had become Colean’s obedient, vase-like Female Chong brother.
No other male insectoid could hurt him more than Colean, and the only one who could make him bleed was Colean, who claimed to “protect” him.
Ilia coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, a self-deprecating and sarcastic smile rising from the corners of his lips. He lowered his eyes in his messy black hair and said in a trembling voice:
“Brother, I didn’t lie to you… I swear to the Chong Mother, I only want to belong to you, to become your possession. I don’t want to belong to Duke Serra, I don’t want my back to be branded with the punishment of another male insectoid. You ensured that, brother. Even the church’s robots can’t touch me. I only belong to you. I am clean…”
Silence reigned all around. Ilia could only hear his own bloody breathing, pathetic and hysterical. After an unknown amount of time, the tendrils that had just whipped him shackled his limbs and dragged him in front of Colean.
Colean raised his chin and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with a clean handkerchief. The mental energy left behind in the wound on his back was slowly being withdrawn by the abusive male insectoid, unnecessarily slow, prolonging his pain, but Ilia seemed to notice nothing. His delicate face was covered in tears, and he leaned his cheek against Colean’s thigh with attachment, like an obedient puppy.
“Ilia, I hope you remember your obedience, my gorgeous little rose… Punishing you stabs my heart. Don’t force me to do more, okay?”
The male insectoid smiled and pressed his warm palm against the back of Ilia’s neck, gently stroking the smooth skin:
“You are a Golden Feather Female Chong, sharing the noblest bloodline with me… Our blood is connected, my brother. There is nothing more perfect than this in the world. I bestow everything upon you. Under my protection, you will have everything that other Female Chong would not even dare to dream of. This is all the honor I give you… My dear brother, don’t make your brother sad, you know? So—”
“Next time, when I ask you to do something, what should you say?”
“I say: ‘Yes, brother.'”
Ilia’s voice trembled, which made Colean’s smile even more sinister: “That’s right, my little rose. Your pitiful little tricks can’t hide your calculations. Perhaps you don’t have those kinds of thoughts about Duke Serra. That disabled male insectoid has a pitiful cub body. He is useless to any Female Chong and Sub-male, isn’t he? You, this pampered little rose who hasn’t experienced the storms, of course, can’t stand his uselessness.”
“Yes, brother.”
The male insectoid began to stroke the top of Ilia’s head. After the mental energy in the wound was withdrawn, the bloody wound began to heal under the Female Chong’s powerful self-healing ability. The stinging sensation made the Female Chong tremble slightly.
“What do you expect that disabled cub to do for you? You even schemed against the brother who raised you in order to help him. Ilia, I thought I taught you better.”
The Female Chong trembled even more violently, and the male insectoid, who had used mental energy, seemed a little tired. He waved his hand, signaling the Female Chong guards to drag away the corpse of the Sub-male in the corner. The “audience” who were forced to watch Ilia’s humiliation also quickly retreated.
Ilia buried most of his face on Colean’s lap, his posture dependent, but his eyes, half-hidden in the shadows, were numb and cold. The male insectoid stroked his beautiful long hair like petting a pet, and after a long time, he lazily opened his mouth:
“A disabled cub’s abnormal mental energy made you waver. What are you thinking? Do you really think the Chong Mother will send her messenger to save you, my precious brother?”
Ilia’s head tightened, and he followed the force to raise his head, revealing a hint of fragility in his eyes just right: “I didn’t, brother.”
“He will die soon. No Chong can overuse deity like this, let alone an undeveloped male insectoid. And before that, he will deal with those greedy wild dogs of the church for me. Do you hear me clearly, Ilia?”
“I heard you clearly, brother.” Tears flickered in Ilia’s eyes, and his fair Adam’s apple trembled with “fear.” Colean reached out and wiped away a tear from Ilia, and then let go of his long hair:
“Good boy. Go, Serra’s Female Chong and Sub-male bracelets will soon be produced. The royal family and nobles will take action to deal with the church’s robots, promoting the church’s plot to the male insectoids, and you are responsible for letting all Sub-males and Female Chong wear Serra’s bracelets, understand? I want the church’s robots to disappear as quickly as possible, at any cost.”
“Yes, brother.”
*
A few days later, Serra began a video call with Crison, a researcher at the laboratory. The figure of the lean and hunched Female Chong was suspended in the air of Serra’s studio, while Serra waved his antennae, looking at the biological report in his hand.
The manor’s main brain blurred Serra’s voice and appearance, and Crison didn’t know what kind of existence the male insectoid patron on the other side was, which made his voice a little restrained.
But there wasn’t much restraint. Crison was a very strange Female Chong. He had a kind of “blatant” impolite quality. No matter which male insectoid administrator, they all hated him deeply. If it weren’t for his extraordinary scientific research ability, he would have dealt with this damned Female Chong who didn’t respect male insectoids at all, and even made male insectoids often feel stupid.
Half a month ago, the notice sent by Serra through the transformed robot completely changed the ecology of the research institute. The male insectoid manager angrily swept away and took away all the valuable data from the laboratory. Some male insectoid managers even had the laboratory robots attack all the Female Chong and Sub-male researchers to vent their anger.
But they didn’t stay too long after all. After the male insectoid left, the Female Chong and Sub-male researchers still squatted in the corner like a group of frightened quail. Crison was also.
Five years ago, after the church and the royal family jointly purged the blasphemers led by Marshal Ax, known as “Dawn,” Crison silently did the dirtiest cleaning work in the laboratory, and never showed the sharpness of a genius researcher again.
Because it was obvious that the title of genius was never given to Female Chong and Sub-males.
The order of the Duke of New Noah was transmitted through the system. At first, no Female Chong and Sub-male dared to check it, but soon, they remembered the consequences of disobeying the male insectoid’s order. The current chief Sub-male researcher, Crison’s former intern, trembled and opened the letter. Then, all eyes fell in shock on Crison, who was wearing gloves and washing his protective clothing.
How strange, a low-level researcher who cleaned up waste had become the manager of the laboratory.
Many researchers looked jealous and confused, but they didn’t dare to say anything, because Crison was the person in charge appointed by the Duke of New Noah. But Crison didn’t have much expression. After many years, he put on his white research uniform again, and entered the laboratory without saying a word, as if the eyes of other Chong had nothing to do with him.
After Crison took over the laboratory, Serra hid Edwin’s name and sent all the body data collected by his medical treatment facility to Crison, and shared the results of his bracelet with Crison. He hoped to get Crison’s help in the area of biological information extraction from the bracelet.
His “cooperation” with Crison was very smooth, because Crison was the only Female Chong who didn’t look at him differently because of Serra’s male insectoid identity. Crison’s voice was stiff and calm, very similar to the way a tired office worker on Earth was forced to report to his leader. There was a little obedience, but not much.
Serra guessed that this was probably because of Crison’s identity and ability. Crison’s Female Chong level was very low, only D-level, which meant that his physical fitness was lower than that of ordinary Female Chong, and his demand for male insectoid pheromones was also low, which allowed him to maintain a relatively long life without the mark of a male insectoid. But at the same time, his almost genius-level intelligence made him helpless in this world of oppressing Female Chong and Sub-males. Serra was sure that Crison was definitely not willing to serve male insectoids. He had a kind of temperament that if he could live, he would live, and if he couldn’t live, he would die. This probably came from this.
But Serra couldn’t rely on himself to complete all of this. He could only cling to the help he could seek.
He earnestly begged Crison to continue to find a way to treat Edwin, to find a substitute for the male insectoid mark, but so far, Crison’s answers to him were no, no, and no.
Serra also saw from the experimental report that the genes of Female Chong and Sub-males were defective. Their short lifespan and their thirst for male insectoid pheromones were all because their gene codes lacked a section of genes compared to male insectoids. Serra frowned and stared at the pattern on the gene map, looking at the gene gap of Female Chong and Sub-males that seemed to be hastily trimmed off. After a long time, he regained his voice:
“I know that the difficulty of gene editing is very high. If it is discovered by the Empire and the church, you will bear a great risk, Professor Crison.”
Serra habitually used the respectful title for intellectuals on Earth, but Crison remained unmoved, and was too lazy to even ask, only half-lifting his eyelids to listen.
Serra didn’t care about Crison’s attitude, but he was indeed very anxious, both about Edwin’s body and about the revolutionary signal brought by his bracelet.
In the Duke of Noah’s technology factory, the first batch of bracelets had been sent out. Soon, the Female Chong and Sub-males of the royal family and nobles would wear the bracelets as a symbol of their male master or male parent resisting the church’s forces. Ilia had already appeared in the star network serving male insectoids as a Female Chong of the royal family. His silver bracelet was shining brightly.
But now no Chong knew that the real purpose of Serra’s bracelet was to allow Sub-males and Female Chong to break through the situation of being controlled by male insectoids and establish connections.
They didn’t know yet that their bracelet was not a substitute for male insectoid punishing robots. It was a network, a network that only existed between Female Chong and Sub-males. Through the bracelet, they would leave the isolated island, and through the bracelet, they would form an alliance.
Through the bracelet, their new era was coming.
But to complete this revolution, Serra must ensure that the bracelet was correct for Female Chong and Sub-males. He needed to think of a way to bypass the star network, bypass the light brain, and not let the male insectoids discover the clues.
And these all required biotechnology, and Serra urgently needed help.
He hinted several times at Crison’s true purpose for the bracelet, and then turned to explicit instructions, but the effect was minimal. Crison completed every order from Serra, but about these studies that would subject Crison to the church and royal family’s trial, Serra didn’t dare to rashly issue orders, disregarding Crison’s life.
Seeing that Crison was still like an unwilling office worker, Serra sighed, and was about to try again when the bracelet on his hand vibrated. He realized that it was time for him to prepare dinner for Edwin, and quickly smiled awkwardly at Crison, jumped off the workbench, and ran to the small kitchen.
But what he didn’t know was that the video call hadn’t been closed. His four-headed little body left the magnetic field that the manor system twisted his body, and his fat and soft appearance was exposed to Crison, which made Crison silently raise his eyebrows.
Crison didn’t speak, his eyes followed the male insectoid cub’s bouncing little body as it ran away quickly. His fingers moved quickly, and in a short time, he broke through several firewalls, drilled loopholes in the star network, and the perspective followed the new Duke Serra into the kitchen.
*
Serra stepped on a sliding robot, his antennae waving quickly behind him, cutting the ingredients into chunks, shreds, pieces, and slices, and then entering the kitchen utensils to stir-fry, fry, and boil. Soon, he made a table of dishes with a complete color, aroma, and taste.
Considering that Sison was also accompanying Edwin during the day, he brought Sison’s share of the meal every time, and the robots sent it to Edwin’s suite for healing together.
Late at night, he would let a corner of the antennae that had won the victory go to check on Edwin’s situation, or carefully do mental guidance for him. He was now very skilled in doing these things, and could ensure that he wouldn’t disturb Edwin’s sleep.
He had already made a decision in his heart that in the future, in addition to protecting Edwin’s safety and ensuring Edwin’s health, he would no longer ask for love from Edwin, or use Edwin’s awakening that would make him suffer to complete the system’s mission.
Edwin was perfect in himself, whether he awakened or not, whether he chose the established path or not. Serra didn’t want to interfere with him, change him, or make him confused and sad anymore. All he could do was to clear everything for Edwin and ensure that Edwin had no worries.
No matter what Edwin chose, he would complete the parts that Edwin didn’t want to do or couldn’t complete.
But he still couldn’t suppress his heart that wanted to get close to Edwin. Sometimes he lay half-awake in the small nest temporarily built in the studio, and always fantasized that he was the lucky antennae tonight, able to quietly, tightly stick to Edwin’s chest, able to be unconsciously held in Edwin’s palm, able to pretend that he was truly loved by Edwin.
Thinking like this, Serra put a sauce meat bun that was half his face size into his mouth, sent the robot to deliver food to Edwin and Sison, and chewed the bun tastelessly, drooping his little shoulders and walking towards the studio.
“Young Male Master,”
A familiar, gentle voice suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor, causing the little curl on Serra’s head to jump in panic:
“Can you…” When the male insectoid cub picked up his little chubby legs and prepared to turn around and run away, the hesitant Edwin suddenly opened his mind and changed his previous submissive and begging Female Chong way of speaking that made Serra sad, and made a request, just like Serra had hoped he would do countless times:
“Can you accompany me to eat?”
“…Eh?”
The male insectoid cub was frozen, holding half a bun in his mouth and turning his head back. He looked up at the tall and handsome black-haired Female Chong with his little chubby face tilted, like a small fat dog in the wind.