On How The Male Scum Attack Can Rectify The Zerg Race Chapter 2

Ryan

The people from the Male Protection Association had just delivered Felix home when Ryan was brought over.

At that time, Felix was inspecting his new home. Hearing the doorbell, he went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, he saw a female kneeling upright at the entrance.

Felix felt a momentary shock and hurriedly helped him up.

Ryan stood 1.85 meters tall, only slightly shorter than Felix. At this moment, his face was pale, and he kept his head lowered, staring silently at the ground, his long, curled eyelashes trembling with unease.

What are you doing? Felix carefully supported the female, his perception of the Zerg race being refreshed once again.

What a lingering curse of a feudal era!

What age was this that people were still expected to kneel at every turn?

With a heart full of trepidation, he led Ryan into the living room and gestured toward the sofa. Sit for a moment. I’ll get you some water.

Ryan had already changed into clean clothes, and the scent of blood had been replaced by a faint floral fragrance. He looked like a completely different person compared to the blood-covered creature from moments ago.

Felix knew this was the effect of a high-grade repair pod.

However, high-grade repair pods were extremely expensive. His home only had a basic repair pod, which wouldn’t be able to heal Ryan’s internal injuries.

As an underage B-rank male, the original owner only received a monthly subsidy of five thousand star coins. For the original owner, this was far from enough to squander.

Because he had been a minor, he couldn’t marry a female, which meant he had no way to trade his favors for money. Thus, he could only live in this cramped little house.

The kitchen was small, with nutrient solution boxes discarded everywhere.

Felix looked around. The refrigerator was stuffed with nutrient solution boxes, the trash can was overflowing with nutrient solution boxes, the cabinets were packed with nutrient solution boxes…

Felix: …

He painfully tossed the boxes into the trash, clearing out three full bags of them. The kitchen became empty as a result.

Forget drinking water; the place was so bare there wasn’t even a bowl.

Felix didn’t even have the energy to sigh anymore.

He picked up the last two remaining tubes of nutrient solution he found in an obscure corner and checked the production date.

Great, they expired in one day.

Felix pursed his lips and finally couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh.

Returning to the living room with the last two tubes, he saw the female, who was supposed to be sitting on the sofa, kneeling rigidly on the floor.

His golden hair hung listlessly over his forehead, obscuring his face.

Felix paused. Just as he was about to say something, the female before him prostrated himself in an extremely humble posture.

Please punish me, Male Lord.

The female’s voice was as dry and raspy as cracked earth, every word spoken with immense difficulty.

Felix opened his mouth, suddenly unsure of what to say.

All of this was far beyond his capacity to accept.

He placed the nutrient solution on the table and sat on the sofa himself. Looking at the trembling body of the female kneeling on the floor, his eyes shifted, and he said sternly, Who gave you permission to kneel there?

The female on the floor shuddered, pressing his body even lower. Please punish me, Male Lord.

Felix cleared his throat and asked again, Where did I tell you to sit just now?

A flash of confusion crossed Ryan’s deadened eyes. After a long pause, he spoke uncertainly, Male Lord told me to… kneel here.

The vein in Felix’s temple throbbed violently. He looked at Ryan with an indescribable expression and patted the spot on the sofa beside him.

I told you to sit on the sofa and wait for me.

Ryan looked up stiffly, his greyish eyes flickering with emotion. He looked at Felix, seemingly wondering what new method of torture this male wanted to use on him.

Before he was even Felix’s female slave, his wings had been cruelly torn away. Now that he was officially a female slave, what did Felix want this time?

Did he want his life?

Ryan’s eyelashes fluttered nervously. After a long while, he finally crawled on his knees to Felix’s feet, lowered his head respectfully, and whispered, A female slave is not qualified to sit.

Female slave…

Felix’s temple throbbed again. He felt his worldview being shattered without limit.

What era was this? There were actually still slaves?

It was hard to imagine that such a developed Zerg planet had such a backward system.

Felix propped his elbow on his knee and pressed his fingers against his temple, his voice sounding drained. I’m telling you to sit down. Aren’t you supposed to be the most obedient?

Ryan’s eyes flickered violently. He looked at the spot beside Felix with extreme conflict, biting his lower lip as if the sofa were a mountain of blades or a sea of fire.

Felix didn’t rush him, simply propping his head up and watching him quietly.

A few minutes later, Ryan’s face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He finally stood up, though his knees remained humbly bent, and he carefully sat on the very edge of the sofa.

Felix was still dissatisfied. Isn’t it exhausting to sit like that?

Ryan’s pupils shook violently. The next second, he slid off the sofa and knelt by Felix’s legs again. Please punish me, Male Lord.

Felix: …

The wicked system had taken too deep a root. Felix knew the slow-boil approach wouldn’t work for this poor female. So, he grabbed Ryan’s arm and applied a bit of force. Ryan submissively allowed himself to be pulled onto the sofa.

He sat beside Felix, his body stiff. Holding the nutrient solution Felix had shoved into his hand, he stared motionlessly at the patterns on the table, his breathing becoming cautious.

Felix bit into his own nutrient solution, then thoughtfully opened Ryan’s for him and placed it back in his hand.

Ryan remained stiff, not daring to move.

Felix pinched his sleeve and helped him bring the nutrient solution to his lips. Drink it. It’ll expire if you don’t.

Ryan opened his mouth. Felix sensed it wouldn’t be anything good, and sure enough, the female looked at him with a mix of apology and panic. I’m sorry, Male Lord. It’s because I’m too useless.

Felix: …You were a Major General before, right?

Ryan didn’t know why the topic had jumped so abruptly, but he still nodded. Yes, Male Lord.

But because of what happened recently… he had been dismissed.

Ryan lowered his head. His sapphire-like eyes were clouded with grey again, hidden by his long golden hair.

If you’re useless, then aren’t those lazy males who have to be treated like precious treasures just for having A-rank mental power nothing but trash and waste?

His words were sharp, his disgust for males plain to see.

Ryan looked at his Male Lord in shock, his mind going blank.

What kind of new trick was this?

Seeing that he still wouldn’t move, Felix didn’t force him. He took his own tube of nutrient solution and went back to the bedroom.

He really couldn’t be blamed for looking down on A-rank males. After all, in his previous world, A-rank was merely the threshold to even see him.

Felix lay on the bed, deeply missing the 2S-rank mental power he had been born with.

Before his death, he had broken through to 3S long ago. As the top Guide of his previous life, he could soothe tens of thousands of Sentinels simultaneously. On the battlefield, he could hold back the Beastmen single-handedly until reinforcements arrived.

Now, suddenly dropping back to B-rank made him feel no different from a useless person.

Felix sighed and rolled over on the bed. Something suddenly poked his waist.

He pulled it out and saw it was the original owner’s optical computer.

The original owner hadn’t set a password, so he opened it easily.

The interface was stuck on a chat log with someone. Two days ago, that person had sent him a photo.

Felix glanced at the contact name. It looked familiar. Just as he was wondering who it was, his finger instinctively tapped the image.

When he saw the content of the photo, his face instantly darkened.

The photo showed a pair of golden Zerg wings. Because they had been detached from the body, the wings had become dull, as if covered in dust.

It immediately made him think of Ryan in the living room.

That golden hair and those beautiful sapphire eyes had also been clouded with the grey of death.

He frowned and looked at the contact name again.

A-rank male, Anka Lucas.

Felix didn’t want anything to do with the original owner’s group of bad influences, but thinking about the golden wings the other person had sent, he felt a surge of rage burning through his rationality.

Those belonged to Ryan.

It was this damn male on the other end who had nearly cost Ryan his life.

His fingers tightened around the optical computer, his fingertips turning white. Just as the screen began to crack, a loud thud came from the door.

Felix regained his senses and immediately pulled open the bedroom door, only to see a golden head lunging toward his crotch.

Startled, Felix took two steps back. Ryan knelt submissively on the floor. Male Lord, the people from the Male Protection Association are here.

The Male Protection Association again?

Felix was in a foul mood, his expression clouded with irritation. He grabbed Ryan from the floor and dragged him toward the front door.

As he walked, he complained loudly, making sure the people from the association realized how bad his mood was.

Ma… Male Lord, Ryan’s face was pale, his knees instinctively trying to drop. This… this is against the rules.

To hell with the rules!

It had been a long time since anyone had defied him. Now, the damn rules of this damn planet were repeatedly testing his patience. He was reaching his limit.

Standing at the door with Ryan, Felix looked at the visitor with a dark expression. Something wrong?

Forgive the intrusion, Your Excellency. Standing at the door was a sub-female from the Male Protection Association. His voice was sweet and gentle, showing no sign of displeasure at Felix’s bad temper. Ryan is already your female slave. If you have any dissatisfaction during use, you can come to us for a return or exchange.

Felix lowered his gaze, suppressing his anger. Two words squeezed through his teeth: …Dumbass.

The sub-female was stunned for a moment. Your Excellency… what?

Nothing. Felix knew he shouldn’t take his anger out on this brainwashed creature, but the fire in his heart was hard to extinguish. He took a deep breath to calm his surging emotions. Is there anything else?

These are items for Ryan. The sub-female smiled sweetly. Please sign for them.

Accustomed to signing documents in his past life, Felix took them, scanned them, and instinctively began to sign.

After writing one character, he realized something was wrong.

What the hell was this Female Slave Manual? It was thicker than a dictionary.

He flipped through it randomly. The font was tiny, and the pages were packed with dense text.

Felix: … It would take a lifetime just to finish reading this. Did Major Generals have nothing better to do than come up with this stuff?

He glanced at Ryan, who quietly took a small package from the sub-female and stood silently behind him.

However, his tightly pursed lips and trembling eyelashes betrayed his inner terror.

Felix knew that years of brainwashing couldn’t be changed overnight. After signing, he blocked the sub-female’s view of Ryan and spoke coldly, Anything else?

Your Excellency, this is for you. The sub-female handed Felix a multi-button controller, leaning close to the male to explain. This is the female slave controller. Rest assured, with this, the female slave cannot harm you.

Felix scanned it and saw that each button was labeled with a function.

He only saw the largest button and felt both absurd and suffocated.

That button was labeled with two large words: Electric Shock.

Felix pressed his tongue against his cheek, almost laughing from anger for a moment.

He was just about to tell the sub-female to get lost with these ridiculous things when the sub-female pressed the Electric Shock button.

A scream erupted from behind him. Felix instinctively turned around. Ryan, who had been standing quietly beside him, was now kneeling on the floor in agony, his body twitching as he looked at him.

Male Lord… please appease your anger.

The female struggled to kneel before him. The rage Felix had been desperately suppressing suddenly ignited completely. He lashed out, slapping the controller out of the sub-female’s hand, his eyes burning with fury. Who gave you permission to do that?

The color drained from the sub-female’s face. He bowed tremblingly in apology. Your Excellency, please appease your anger.

Felix ran a hand through his hair. If he had to endure one more second, he was going to explode.