MCDWTBS Chapter 28

Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Secretly Being a Good Boy for His Male Parent…

Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Secretly Being a Good Boy for His Male Parent…

At night, the freshly bathed male insectoid cub dragged his little blanket and climbed into Edwin’s medical treatment facility.

He curled himself up into a ball in Edwin’s arms, gazing up at the female insectoid with his watery caramel-colored eyes. Until the black-haired female insectoid gently turned, embracing him into her full bosom.

The male insectoid cub blushed slightly, the adult soul within him cringing at his behavior, but his cub body instantly entered its most secure state, like a young animal in its familiar den, protected by its mother under her furry belly, listening to the rustling of the wind and grass in the wilderness.

He quickly fell asleep to Edwin’s stumbling “bedtime stories,” not at all disliking the clumsy way the black-haired military female insectoid beside him, who used “mecha operation common sense” as bedtime stories, lulled him to sleep.

The female insectoid’s gentle, husky voice dissolved into the night after hearing the cub’s soft, slow breathing. Hidden beside him were many sneaky mental tendrils. These male insectoid mental tendrils, revered as miracles in the insectoid world, were now casually piled up like cheap knitted fabric, clinging tightly to the body of a weak female insectoid, gently grooming his mental sea.

Even the most esteemed female insectoid, favored by the male master, would not have the privilege of having their mental sea groomed daily.

Edwin stretched out a finger, gently hooking a sticky mental tendril, before closing his eyes in peace.

His cub was protecting him even in his sleep; he must also regain his strength as soon as possible to protect the cub who was fighting the world for him.

He wanted to live, he must live.

He had never been so determined.

*

The next day, Serra, clinging to Edwin, finished breakfast before humming a little tune and swaying his little butt into his studio.

He could feel that Edwin was recovering, and unlike before, this time Edwin himself was bursting with a strong desire to survive. He was no longer at a loss and ashamed of Serra’s rescue, but was doing his best to absorb nourishment and fight against the pain spreading in his body.

He told Serra that he was unwilling to become another slave kneeling and begging for male insectoid pheromones in order to live, but other than that, he was willing to do anything to live and protect his cub.

His embrace was so gentle and firm, filling Serra’s heart with bitterness and pride. He pulled himself together, determined to disturb Colean again today, persuading him to contribute his scientific research power to his cause.

He would never give up treating Edwin, nor would he give up biological gene research on the insectoid race, even if it meant violating all the imperial laws and church systems that male insectoids could violate, even if it meant being an enemy of the entire insectoid race and being labeled as a rebellious force.

In the studio, he approved the distribution of the second batch of bracelets. This time, the distribution range was not limited to the Capital Star, but radiated to several major fortress planets of the insectoid race, and even covered many active military female insectoids, unmarried female insectoids, and sub-male insectoids engaged in various industries.

The insectoid race used wormholes to complete interstellar transportation and distribution. In a few days, the bracelets would be fully rolled out. By then, the network built by Serra for female insectoids and sub-male insectoids would also completely set off an invisible, smokeless revolution.

At this moment, Serra more urgently needed Colean’s help, but Serra also knew what kind of female insectoid Colean was, so he didn’t have too much hope. He was already trying to contact more female insectoids or sub-male insectoids who possessed both scientific research skills and a rebellious spirit. Most importantly, they could not belong to a certain male insectoid or a certain force, which made Serra’s actions even more difficult.

Of course, he didn’t consider male insectoids. Everyone knew that the male insectoids in this society were absolutely untrustworthy, and his only fellow Earthling, the silver-haired holy son, majored in economics in university, which had nothing to do with biological gene research.

Serra’s little head throbbed faintly. He raised his little fat hand and tugged at his hair, finally reconnecting with Colean’s video call.

The magnetic field around the workbench changed slightly, modifying Serra’s cub body and voice. On the opposite side, Colean’s figure also appeared in the center of the workbench.

Before Serra could speak, Colean changed his usual half-lidded, taciturn appearance and said like a string of beads:

“The network you built has been updated by me with a biological collection system. It will receive the wearer’s voice, health status, and pheromone overflow through the bracelet, and identify the wearer’s dynamics and identity. The interstellar computing rate requires more computing power machines, and the firewall to hide the real purpose of the bracelet must also be updated. I have submitted an application for the purchase of laboratory equipment, please approve it.”

Serra opened his mouth blankly, completely unaware of how things had suddenly become so smooth, so smooth that it seemed like a strange dream. He saw Colean frown and urged:

“Don’t worry, there are many other devices mixed in the purchased machines, all of which are useful to the research institute. I will personally modify them when I come back. You don’t have to worry about being exposed. In the future, I will conduct a comprehensive investigation of the personnel of the research institute. After all, the research institute will become the first base station of the female insectoid and sub-male insectoid network formed by the bracelet. Do you have any opinions on this, Duke?”

“No. But—” Serra opened his mouth, but was quickly interrupted by Colean:

“When the bracelets are distributed and the biological information is collected, we will send information to female insectoids and sub-male insectoids who have passed the safety inspection through the network to help them develop their intelligence, learn, and provide appropriate assistance. From then on, they will establish a link. If they have any thoughts of informing, the biological information collection system will quickly destroy the information in the bracelet to escape the eyes and ears of the church and the royal family.”

“How does my arrangement compare to the Duke’s expectations? What else does the Duke need to improve, you can mention it. As the Duke knows, I am proficient in biological information technology, network intelligence, and genetic engineering. I will do my best for what you ask for.”

Colean finally finished speaking, and Serra closed his silly little mouth, and then asked with some surprise and vigilance:

“This is exactly my idea, Professor Colean, but I remember that before today, you did not support and agree with my idea. If I remember correctly, we had an unpleasant conversation yesterday evening, and you maintained a very disapproving attitude towards my idea. Since we met, you seem to have only completed the surface of the work I provided for you, and are unwilling to show me any of your abilities.”

“Of course, I am not going to investigate your work attitude. In fact, you have countless reasons to be wary of me, but at this moment I must know, what made you change your mind about me overnight? Thinking that I am not an ordinary male insectoid who is trying to harm you, or planning some terrible plan?”

Serra recovered from his surprise and regained his logic and reason. It was true that Colean’s mobility and excellent research and development capabilities made him applaud, because Colean had almost comprehensively completed all his fantasies, but Colean’s motives were really worth pondering.

After all, yesterday, Colean’s attitude towards him, a male insectoid, was to live if he could, and to pull him if he couldn’t. Overnight, the world had turned upside down, and he had to think that perhaps some external force had intervened in Colean’s decision.

If it was an assignment from other male insectoid forces… Serra’s eyes were alert, his curly hair stood up, and the cub’s little nose wrinkled, feeling that this matter was not simple.

Colean stared at Serra’s blurred body and voice, and the corners of his mouth twitched. After a while, he reopened his mouth, but his voice was mixed with strange tones, as if he was suppressing something:

“Duke, your video call was not turned off yesterday.”

Video call… not turned off?

Serra stared blankly at Colean’s visual projection for a while, and suddenly felt a burst of dizziness in his head. He shook his short legs and jumped down from the workbench, raised his short hand and scratched his curly hair, frantically saying:

“The video call wasn’t turned off? The video call wasn’t turned off, which means you saw everything? Saw my… uh, physical disability? No, no matter how wide the range of the video call is, it won’t leave this workbench, you…”

“I hacked into the star network built by the empire for male insectoids and used the Duke’s Mansion’s main system camera. I am deeply sorry for this.”

There was not a trace of apology in Colean’s words, and even a bit of unspeakable laughter, but Serra’s hair exploded completely, and his little fat face turned apple red again. He held his cheeks with his short hands to cool down before muttering and turning off the body and sound blurring magnetic field, facing Colean with his four-headed body.

“I hope you know that I am not really the age of a cub, but physically disabled. Yesterday you may have seen my male parent… Edwin, he is the owner of the body data I provided for you before. As you can see, I urgently need to crack the gene differences between female insectoids, sub-male insectoids, and male insectoids, just for my male parent’s deteriorating physical condition. I may be able to treat his mental sea, but I cannot provide him with male insectoid marks and pheromones.”

Serra tried to straighten his little chest, wanting to look reliable in front of his partner, instead of a bug cub who only knew how to act spoiled with the female insectoid and cry and chirp to find his male parent.

But unfortunately, what stuck out faster than his chest was his chubby, round little belly. The cub’s little shoulders drooped down, and he weakly reiterated:

“Your help is indescribable, but if you think I am harmless or different from other male insectoids because of my cub body, then you are a bit hasty. In fact, I want to have the same rights as other male insectoids, or even higher rights. Your vigilance towards me is excusable, and what I am doing is not a trivial matter. It threatens your safety and the safety of more female insectoids and sub-male insectoids, even if its original intention is to help. I sincerely hope that you will continue to choose to cooperate with me, but still uphold morality, please carefully consider your decision and your perception of me.”

The male insectoid cub once again emphasized his privileged status in the insectoid society. He felt strongly uncomfortable with this identity countless times. As an idealist, he never wanted to be an oppressor, even if this identity gave him more power and resources.

He needed Colean to think clearly about the pros and cons of cooperation.

Unexpectedly, Colean suddenly laughed, some high-pitched laughter with a hint of long-suppressed freedom, filling the entire room, until Colean gasped for breath, propped his knees and squatted down halfway, the electronic virtual image looked down at the round cub standing on the ground across the space:

“Duke, do you think I am a fool who judges friends and foes based on the physical state of the male insectoid? Your hidden cub body only made me suspicious of the rumored Serra, Duke with infinite deity. As we all know, most male insectoid cubs are unable to control deity, let alone such a powerful deity.”

“I don’t trust any male insectoids. Frankly speaking, Duke, no matter how flowery your proposal is, I never intend to become your lackey. Female insectoids and sub-male insectoids have been betrayed and used too many times. History is not new, and I will not let my abilities become a knife in the hands of male insectoids.”

“But a cub who cherishes his male parent and does not hesitate to change the world for his male parent is another matter.”

The older female insectoid slowly straightened up, once again looking at the chubby four-headed body cub from top to bottom:

“You look very cute in this appearance, and you look even cuter in your male parent’s arms. You let me know that this race is not without hope. Your cherishment is better than all the graces of thousands of words from male insectoids. Yes, I changed my attitude because of what you said to your male parent. I am not young anymore. Even if I am a D-level female insectoid, pheromone deficiency is slowly destroying my wisdom. Perhaps I have decades to live, but this society will not accommodate an old, useless female insectoid who has lost her agility.”

“So, I decided to take a gamble. This is for myself, and also for your male parent, Edwin. He was Ax’s favorite subordinate, always.”

The male insectoid cub’s expression froze, and he asked softly, “Marshal Ax was your previous test subject, what happened to him in the end? My male parent has always been unable to let go, he… cares about Marshal Ax very much.”

“Hmph, of course he should care, he was once Ax’s pride.” Colean’s face gradually cooled down, and the soft light slowly faded from his thin cheekbones:

“The last place Ax appeared was the royal family’s secret laboratory. This is the only news I know. His wings were stripped by the church, of course, you also know about this. The royal palace tried its best to suppress that celebration farce, but there were still rumors.”

Colean lost interest. Although he did not hang up the video call, he had already begun to tap on the optical brain, immersing himself in organizing experimental data, while Serra’s heart was hanging. He knew that Colean, as a genius, had experienced so much suppression, and had some quirks in his personality. He took advantage of the fact that the topic had not passed and quickly asked:

“Ax was executed that year for becoming a ‘Dawn’ blasphemer. Edwin said that he participated in some gene experiments to explore the genes and diseases of female insectoids and sub-male insectoids. He was also the only 2S-level female insectoid, but he lived safely to 32 years old and maintained his combat power without being marked, right? He is your test subject, Professor Colean, how much do you know about his situation? Why could he escape male insectoid pheromone deficiency, but Edwin couldn’t as a 2S-level female insectoid?”

Serra clenched his little fists, trying to suppress the urgency in his voice, but those urgencies still seeped out like rain:

“As you can see, I care about my male parent very much. For his recovery, I will do everything, but you have not given me a treatment plan for Edwin. I could understand why you didn’t trust me before, but now that we have resolved the misunderstanding, if you have any medical plans, please be sure to tell me. I will do my best and will definitely repay you.”

Colean’s face showed a plaster-like cyan-white color. He turned his face and stared at the eager and sincere Serra for a long time before slowly saying:

“No. Just like I said before, no. You can take this as ironclad evidence that female insectoids and sub-male insectoids have been abandoned by the Mother God, proving that we are inherently inferior things, up to you. But I have no way. The Dawn choosing the path of gene research to save female insectoids and sub-male insectoids was wrong from the beginning.”