MCDWTBS Chapter 17

Chapter 17: He Must Protect Him, Plump and…

Chapter 17: He Must Protect Him, Plump and…

The storm stopped instantly, and space seemed to be paused. Everything began to fade.

The young male insectoid opened his eyes. The black-haired female insectoid, held tightly in his arms, no longer struggled. She had broken free from the uncontrollable nightmare and convulsions, lying calmly and palely in the medical treatment facility.

Serra had no intention of sleeping. He reached out his chubby little paws and rubbed his chubby face, sitting beside Edwin with a worried look.

“Host, you did well. You prevented the mental collapse of the mission target. His body and mental sea are still slowly declining due to the lack of a male insectoid’s mark, but because of your efforts, you have provided more time for the mission target to awaken…”

“He’s not a mission target, System. He’s Edwin. He has a name.”

Serra suddenly interrupted the System’s comfort, saying, “He’s a living… female insectoid. He’s resilient, brave, and has lofty goals. He’s not some target, he’s Edwin… and I can do so little.”

Serra sighed. He used his short, chubby paws to pick up one of Edwin’s hands and tucked it into his own fleshy, warm little belly to warm Edwin’s hand:

“System, looking at him like this, if I complete the task you gave me, and abuse him, am I still human? Although I’m a male insectoid now, I’m not really like those… male insectoid scum in this world, you know? I can’t do it… At most, I can give Edwin a little guidance and pressure psychologically.”

“I am a human with a strong sense of morality.”

“And now the most important thing is, how can I make him better? Is a male insectoid’s pheromones really that important? If I catch a male insectoid and extract his pheromones for Edwin to use—”

The System was so shocked that it made “buzzing” electronic noises: “Host, what are you saying? You just said you had a strong sense of morality, and now you want to kidnap and murder a male insectoid? Frankly, the marking of a female insectoid by a male insectoid is a very complicated process. Even if your mental energy is very strong, you cannot force other male insectoids to perform a marking.”

“Moreover, if a female insectoid accepts a marking, she will no longer be able to use the pheromones of other male insectoids. And if she doesn’t accept the marking, only receives the pheromones—sorry, Host, there are currently no male insectoids willing to contribute pheromones to female insectoids or sub-male insectoids for free. The church considers this a ban.”

“So, that means it’s feasible? Extracting pheromones from a male insectoid and injecting them into a female insectoid can treat their Pheromone Collapse Syndrome?”

“As a short-term therapy, it is theoretically feasible. But I do not recommend the Host try it. For low-level male insectoids, forced extraction of pheromones is equivalent to murder, while high-level male insectoids are heavily protected.”

“The System does not recommend the Host inject Edwin with the pheromones of other male insectoids. In the history of the insectoid race, Edwin has never been marked. If he is marked, it may prevent him from fulfilling his mission, make him content with the status quo, and become a male insectoid’s plaything. Please, Host, decide carefully.”

“I understand, System. There’s always a way. There’s always a way.”

After hearing this, the young male insectoid was so worried that all his curly hair drooped. He held Edwin’s hand, which gradually regained some warmth, and sat there gloomily, his gaze fixed on Edwin’s calm face.

Many scenes of his interactions with Edwin flashed through his mind. He remembered them so clearly, even the smallest details on Edwin’s face were vivid. Fate is a wonderful thing. Serra never knew that he had only spent a little over ten days with Edwin, and he was already deeply worried about him.

Edwin was so powerful and exquisite. He should have been the center of attention, receiving all the respect and love, but now he had made himself so miserable. His first reaction to anything was to fill it with his own life, as if death was the only solution he could think of.

He hid all his kindness and fear under his silent shell. Even from afar, Serra could hear the moving song from his soul, which was far more attractive than thousands of sweet words and opportunistic remarks.

He must protect him, the plump young male insectoid looked up at the tall and fit female insectoid, puffing out his belly as he thought. He had slept in the medical treatment facility, and his physical strength had recovered for the most part. He took his little short legs and ran down the medical treatment facility.

The Duke’s Mansion, as one of the four major families’ residences on Capital Star, was very large, with servants as numerous as clouds. Serra’s cheap male father was eccentric and reclusive due to his weak body, with no hobbies other than torturing female insectoids and sub-male insectoids, which saved Serra a lot of trouble.

He ordered a robot to relay the information about the industries owned by the Duke’s Mansion while running to the bright and clean kitchen in the west wing. The kitchen no longer had the sub-male insectoid servants who provided meals in the past. Fresh ingredients had been replenished by robots. Serra was small, so he summoned a low robot to step on, rubbing his little chubby hands with a confident expression.

He wanted to make something for the unconscious Edwin to eat. He wanted to raise Edwin to be plump! He wanted to dote on Edwin as if he were his own child!

“… “The System quietly received the Host’s rebellious thoughts, and silently disconnected, not wanting to comment at all.

It felt that its Host was not quite normal, and it had evidence.

Little short hands really couldn’t exert much effect. Edwin directed the robots to complete most of the mechanical work, and he carried out the seasoning and temperature control himself. His precious male insectoid antennae were used by him to wield a spatula. If any insectoid native were to see this scene, they would surely be shocked into a coma.

The special aroma of food quickly overflowed. Frankly speaking, the insectoid race’s food was closer to “white people food,” with very limited use of seasonings, but fortunately, the ingredients were very fresh and not much different from Earth, giving Serra plenty of room to play. He quickly made five or six home-style dishes.

He directed the robots to clean up the pots and pans, and brought another robot with many mechanical arms to carry stir-fried pork, casserole chicken, roast lamb chops, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and tomato soup into his suite, running into the barefooted, deeply emotional, confused, and panicked black-haired female insectoid.

“Young Male Master!”

Seeing the insectoid child appear, the female insectoid’s panic was obviously relieved. The pungent aroma of fresh food spread out, and the strange and domineering smell made the female insectoid a little dazed. He squatted down, habitually wanting to kneel, but then remembered that the young male master forbade him from kneeling.

He stiffened for a moment, and then the soft insectoid child plunged into his arms: “Male parent! Let’s eat.”

The young male insectoid carefully rubbed against Edwin, and a dark mental tendril quickly swept across Edwin’s forehead without him realizing it, brushing away a stray hair for him.

Edwin was stunned for a moment, but his body was familiar with the caress from the insectoid child’s tendrils, and did not feel any fear.

Just now, Edwin clearly remembered that his mental sea had reached the point of near collapse. The pain was burning like wildfire. He was not sure if he could survive this mental sea collapse on his own like before. He seemed to be in the particle storm of the border star battlefield, his body being torn apart every moment.

Until—

“Young Male Master… did you give me mental guidance?” He lowered his head, looking at the insectoid child in his arms, a little surprised: “This is against the rules. I am the Duke’s female insectoid, and I cannot be given mental guidance by other male insectoids…”

He hadn’t experienced the feeling of a clear mind and no pain for a long time. Even though his body was still weakening, and that would eventually lead to his mental sea collapsing again, he was still addicted to the feeling of a clear mind.

“Male parent!” The young male insectoid stomped his feet angrily, and his chubby hands pulled at Edwin’s hand: “I’ll be angry if you say these things again! Am I still your beloved male son? Is there anything a male parent can do that I can’t do?”

Edwin was stunned, and Serra belatedly realized that there were some things the damned Duke could do that he really couldn’t do, which made his apple face flush again. He tugged at the female insectoid’s fingers, pulling him to the table in the small hall of the suite.

“Eat, male parent! Eat with me!”

The young male insectoid was lifted onto the chair by the robot, patting his chubby butt, and directed Edwin to sit beside him. He served Edwin rice, and after thinking about it, he was worried that Edwin, with his foreign appearance, only ate bread, so he stuffed a freshly baked baguette into Edwin’s hand.

But he really overthought it. Edwin, as a female insectoid, had never been allowed to eat normally, how could he have dietary preferences? He blankly held the baguette, like holding a sword, the watery blue eyes fading away the cold pretense, appearing ignorant and at a loss.

“Eat, male parent!” Serra’s heart softened endlessly as he watched. He stuffed chopsticks between Edwin’s fingers, as if taking care of an ignorant infant, and guided him to pick up food: “I removed all the bones, male parent, be careful it’s hot.”

Under the young insectoid’s earnest gaze, Edwin stuffed the food into his mouth, swallowing it without even chewing. He had only eaten nutrient injections. The nutrient injections specially supplied to the military were very high-grade, with almost no granular sensation, like viscous gel. Naturally, he had no habit of tasting delicious food.

Serra did not indulge him. He ate his own rice, raising his bulging chubby face to chew for Edwin to see. The flesh on his cheeks shook, making Edwin almost reach out to rub his face. The black-haired female insectoid had a strong learning ability and quickly learned the young male insectoid’s way of eating, eliminating the food that the insectoid child had stuffed into him.

He didn’t know what satiety was, nor did he know what happiness was, but the feeling of eating made him feel unprecedentedly wonderful. He knew that all of this was brought to him by the young male insectoid beside him, and he was simply not worthy of the young male insectoid’s gift to him.

Serra filled his own stomach, estimating Edwin’s appetite, and even burrowed into Edwin’s arms to feel Edwin’s well-defined abdomen. He had prepared a lot of food, as well as several portions of energy fluid specially supplied to male insectoids, all of which he watched Edwin eat one by one.

“Male parent is so good.” The young male insectoid’s voice gave off a strange sense of love, but the ignorant Edwin didn’t hear anything strange. He experienced the feeling of fullness for the first time, which put his spirit in a slightly tipsy state. He hugged the young male insectoid, feeling both physically weak and painful, but unusually satisfied.

“After feeding my male parent, we should talk about—the things that happened when male parent nearly died several times, but never asked me for help.”

The soft voice of the insectoid child came from beside Edwin’s ear, but it suddenly made his body stiffen.