On How The Male Scum Attack Can Rectify The Zerg Race Chapter 14
byA Suggestive Little Accident
The start of classes at the Male Academy had always been irregular; formal instruction only began once the last male student had officially enrolled.
By the time the final male, Anka Lucas, joined the ranks, the neighboring Female Academy had already been in session for a week.
Felix! Adam called out, waving from the gate next door while carrying a small, bulging backpack. Are you going to the Plant Cultivation and Breeding class too?
Felix nodded, his gaze lingering on the bag before he paused. Do we have textbooks?
No, Adam laughed sheepishly, hugging the backpack to his chest. These are snacks Landon prepared for me.
The little male shared enthusiastically, We can eat them together!
Felix declined. He checked the time and offered a tactful reminder: It seems we are leaving a bit late.
The location for the class was not close. He had checked the route yesterday; it took five minutes to walk from here to the botanical garden.
There were only six minutes left before class started.
Being late was never Felix’s style; arriving ten minutes early was his habit.
However, a small accident had occurred this morning. Felix thought of something and glanced at Ryan behind him. He cleared his throat and asked softly, Are you alright?
Ryan’s ears were bright red. Hearing the question, he pretended to be calm and nodded. I am fine, Master.
But as for whether he was truly fine, only Ryan knew the truth.
He swore he would never again take advantage of an empty bedroom to walk straight out of the bathroom!
The clock wound back to an hour ago.
Ryan had woken up early. Before Felix stirred, he had heated up bread and milk—the only breakfast Ryan was currently capable of making.
However, while heating the milk, he had accidentally spilled some on himself.
Seeing that it was still early and Felix had not yet gotten out of bed, he rushed into the bathroom to rinse off. It was only after he entered that he realized he hadn’t brought a towel.
Between rushing out to grab a towel and just taking the shower, the lazy female chose the latter.
He only needed five minutes to rinse, and Felix’s normal wake-up time was at least twenty minutes away. There was more than enough time.
But despite all his calculations, he hadn’t expected Felix to wake up early on the first day of school.
Felix also hadn’t expected that Ryan, who usually seemed reserved and timid, would actually charge out of the bathroom stark naked.
At that moment, Felix happened to be eating. He had just taken a bite of bread when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned his head and was caught off guard by a pair of eyes filled with panic.
A storm surged in Felix’s mind. Ryan was in a state of total disarray; unable to worry about clothes, he could only clumsily cover his vital areas, standing frozen in place like a fool.
Mas… Master… he called out in a low voice. His body flushed pink from shame, and upon closer inspection, one could see the female trembling incessantly.
Felix choked on his bread and began to cough. He turned his head away, waving his hand to signal Ryan to go back and get dressed.
With a crimson face, Ryan turned to run toward the bedroom. However, a puddle of water had already gathered on the floor. After just two steps, his foot slipped, and he fell flat on his back with a loud thud.
At the heavy sound, Felix stood up abruptly. But as soon as he turned his head, it was as if he had been burned; he hurriedly and frantically averted his gaze.
The clothes in Ryan’s arms were scattered everywhere, and he lay sprawled on the floor completely exposed. Feeling the male’s gaze, his whole body shuddered. He bit his lip and scrambled up quickly, ignoring the pain as he bolted back into the bedroom.
Only when the bedroom door clicked shut did Felix let out a long, shaky breath. Amidst his shock was a trace of an indescribable emotion as he stole a glance at the spot where the female had fallen.
The female was no longer there, leaving behind only a smeared puddle of water—a silent witness to everything that had just happened.
Felix took a sip of milk, but the wisps of steam from the bathroom drifted out, carrying a faint scent of citrus that the male captured perfectly.
It was the scent of the new body wash Ryan had recently started using.
Felix narrowed his eyes. He set aside the bread and milk and walked quickly into his own bedroom. If one looked closely, they would see a hint of flustered urgency in his stride.
The male went straight to the bathroom. Clothes were cast aside, and low, heavy breaths were drowned out by the powerful spray of the water.
Felix braced one hand against the wall and pressed the pump of the body wash. His hand, covered in the viscous liquid, pressed against his face. He inhaled the rich citrus scent, but found it dull and tasteless.
It wasn’t even a ten-thousandth as good as Ryan.
The male closed his eyes and quickly cleaned himself. With a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, he stepped expressionlessly over the clothes on the floor, took clean garments from the wardrobe, and changed.
When he stepped out again, the female was still nowhere to be seen in the living room or dining area. Felix glanced at the untouched portion of food on the table, walked to the female’s bedroom door, and knocked gently.
Ryan?
There was a flurry of panicked movement inside. Felix lowered his gaze, pressed the handle, and slowly pushed the door open.
The door opened a crack, revealing Ryan standing behind it with his head bowed.
His small curls hadn’t been dried yet and hung limp and damp. Felix couldn’t see his expression, but his gaze lingered on the dripping strands of hair for a moment, his brow furrowing imperceptibly. Why haven’t you dried your hair yet?
Ryan opened his mouth, but before he could find a reasonable excuse, he heard the male speak again in a voice filled with even more dissatisfaction and worry. And you’re not wearing shoes? Is it fun to walk barefoot on the floor?
It’s… it’s not fun, Ryan answered softly. He ran quickly to the bedside to put on his slippers, then shuffled back to his original spot, hanging his head like a child who had done something wrong. I’m sorry, Master.
What are you sorry for? Felix looked away. Thinking about his own actions just now, he muttered to himself: If anyone should be sorry, it’s a lecher like me.
The thought of the earlier scene sent a wave of heat through Felix’s body. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He closed his eyes, grabbed Ryan’s hand, and half-dragged, half-carried him into the washroom.
Ryan looked up in alarm, shrinking his neck, his eyes full of fear. Master… I was wrong, I… I shouldn’t have come out without clothes after my shower…
Felix pressed his thumb firmly against Ryan’s lips and flicked his eyes up to look at him. Shut up.
Ryan immediately fell silent, hanging his head quietly and letting Felix handle him.
He felt that Master was very different today. Today, Master was exceptionally… overbearing.
The forceful Felix turned on the hairdryer, testing the temperature against his palm. Looking at Ryan, who was nearly as tall as he was, he said tonelessly, Squat down.
The words were cold and commanding. Ryan’s legs went weak, and he instinctively crouched down, trying to curl himself into a ball. Before he could even adjust his posture, his hair was suddenly grasped.
Feeling a slight tug at the roots, Ryan’s face turned pale. His knees gave way, and he knelt on the floor.
Mas… Master, Ryan didn’t understand what he had done wrong, but his history of being beaten made him instinctively kneel to beg for forgiveness. I was wrong…
Felix frowned and turned the hairdryer to its highest setting, messing with the female’s soft golden hair.
Although his hair was being held, it wasn’t being pulled violently. Ryan looked up blankly, feeling only a powerful gust of wind blowing his hair to one side.
Then his hair was rubbed into a mess by a pair of hands. Felix looked down at the female, watching him hang his head obediently and let himself be toyed with. Felix felt a sense of physical and mental pleasure; the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and the strength in his hands softened.
Ryan had originally been squatting, but after being startled by Felix’s movements, he had ended up kneeling. To cooperate with Felix rubbing his head, Ryan straightened his torso, and his head happened to land right against Felix’s lower abdomen.
Felix rubbed the head beneath his palm, his fingertips brushing over the female’s ear, triggering a wave of tremors. As if he hadn’t noticed, he brushed over the female’s ear again and again, seemingly by accident.
Ryan’s cheeks were flushed with shame and his waist felt weak. He desperately wanted something to support himself, but there was nothing around him to hold onto except Felix.
He could only helplessly slump his shoulders, looking up slightly with a wronged expression at the mischievous male.
Master was definitely doing this on purpose. His ears were about to be blown dry to the point of dehydration, yet Felix acted as if he hadn’t noticed, leaving Ryan’s entire body feeling tingly and numb.
Suddenly, a sharp burst of music erupted. The dazed Ryan was startled awake, his entire body jolting violently beneath Felix.
Master?
Mm, Felix turned off the alarm. He wasn’t very happy, but he put away the hairdryer and helped Ryan up from the floor. Let’s eat. Class starts in ten minutes.
Hearing this, Ryan didn’t care about fixing his hairstyle. He smoothed it down haphazardly and rushed to eat breakfast.
Felix was not a qualified hairstylist. He couldn’t even handle basic hair drying; he had blown the female’s slightly curly hair into an absolute explosion.
While Ryan stuffed bread into his mouth, he tried to press down the frizzy hair. In the midst of the chaos, he saw the hint of a smile in Felix’s eyes and pouted with a soft huff. Master, you’re laughing at me.
Knowing that the male had no intention of hitting him, Ryan had calmed down. His voice carried an unconscious, coquettish tone.
Felix pressed down the corners of his mouth and cleared his throat with feigned seriousness. I am not.
Ryan didn’t believe him. He chewed his bread in large bites and took a hurried sip of water. Before he could wash the bread down, Felix snatched the cup away and handed him a glass of warm milk.
Drink this.
The milk was a special supply provided by the Academy for the Zerg. When the delivery female came yesterday, Felix had snatched Anka Lucas’s milk right in front of Alec, making Anka Lucas curse loudly in the hallway out of rage.
Ryan held the milk with both hands, taking small sips. A warm current flowed through his heart, making him even more reluctant to let go of the current good Master.
If possible, he really hoped Master would stay good forever, and that the bad Master would never appear again.
They finished their meal in a rush and exchanged a few words with Adam outside. By the time they reached the botanical garden, the bell for class had just rung.
Felix looked at the empty botanical garden, a flash of confusion in his eyes. Was he late?
Lord Felix? A slightly surprised voice came from behind. Felix turned around to see an elderly male with white hair.
The male lord was wearing a casual suit, followed by a female who looked even older than him. The female was in plain clothes and looked startled when he saw Felix.
Lord… Felix? The female took two steps forward to stand beside the male, squinting to look closely at Felix. Hello.
Hello, Felix shook hands with the female, then looked at the male teacher. Teacher Ali, hello.
Hello there, Ali was a good-tempered old male. He didn’t seem to possess the absurdity or brutality of the males in the outside world, which surprised Felix greatly. Our class has three students, but only you arrived on time. This reward shall be yours, then.
As Ali spoke, he took a shopping bag from his Female Monarch and handed it to Felix. I grew these myself. Taste them and see what you think.
Felix opened the bag and looked inside. He picked out some lettuce, tore off a leaf, and put it in his mouth. Ryan, standing beside him, immediately widened his eyes and let out a soft gasp. Master!
Ali laughed. Don’t worry, little female. These have been processed; they are vegetables without impurities.
Ryan smiled sheepishly, but the worry in his eyes didn’t fade in the slightest.
Felix chewed the lettuce leaf, his eyes full of wonder. Teacher Ali, these are vegetables you processed?
Yes, Ali smiled. Are you interested in researching how to remove impurities from vegetables with me?
Removing the impurities left behind by the Buck Race had always been a major concern for the Empire. The impurities were like another form of the Buck Race, constantly eroding the health of the Zerg planet and existing everywhere.
Felix’s mind stirred as a great way to make money surfaced. He chewed the lettuce leaf and asked, Teacher Ali, are these specially processed vegetables sold at a higher price?
Of course, Ali said, putting his hands behind his back and asking with a smile. If it were you, would you rather eat sweet vegetables or bitter ones?
That went without saying. Unless one had a fetish for bitterness, they would certainly choose the sweet vegetables. Moreover, vegetables with impurities caused great damage to mental power; if handled poorly, they could lead to a shortened lifespan or even sudden death.
Who in this world was the wealthiest and most afraid of death?
Without a doubt, it was the noble males.