MCDWTBS Chapter 53
by VolareNot long after, Serra’s comments stirred up a storm on the hand-可 star network, with countless replies pouring in:
[How dare you? Do you know that by saying such things, not only will you be executed, but your male parent and the female insectoid and sub-male brothers around you will also be implicated! Only blasphemers would say such things! The marking of female insectoids and sub-males by male insectoids is sacred and inviolable, signifying the redemption of the sins of female insectoids and sub-males. How dare you want to break it?!]
[Insectoid cub, you will harm your male parent and your family! Mother Goddess above, just hearing your words has distanced me further from the Hall of Glory…]
[Your male father should know about your remarks! He will definitely regret giving you life!]
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The Excited comments from female insectoids and sub-males instantly overwhelmed the post, making its viewership reach a new high and becoming another phenomenal hit post on the hand-可 star network. Many female insectoids and sub-males were emotionally stirred, and with the movement of their fingers, debates appeared one after another, arguing incessantly.
Under normal circumstances, Serra would have smiled it off. Serra would do his best to facilitate any action that helped these female insectoids and sub-males open their mouths to express themselves. No one is born without flaws, and no one speaks eloquently from the start. Saying the wrong words is also part of growth and awakening. Serra knew very well that after the future changes, most of the female insectoids and sub-males who were so adamant and indignant at this moment would no longer adhere to their “pious” remarks.
However, Serra could not tolerate their slander of Edwin at this moment. He was not a saint after all. After almost losing Edwin and then marking Edwin, his desire to protect Edwin reached its peak, giving him the desire to argue with these female insectoids and sub-males about right and wrong.
The young male insectoid frowned, staring at the floating light network in front of him, his antennae and ten fingers taking turns, typing furiously:
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Everyone, please calm down.
You already know that I do not respect your gods and your churches, nor do I respect your male masters or male fathers. If you really cannot accept it, you can choose to leave this post.
To repeat, I posted this only to inform everyone of the physical and psychological reactions of a high-level female insectoid with poor health after being marked by a male insectoid. In the three thousand years of insectoid history, hundreds of billions of female insectoids and sub-males have been marked by male insectoids, but there is not even a simple observation record to tell everyone the consequences of female insectoids and sub-males being marked by male insectoids, to tell everyone what kind of tests and changes their bodies and minds will face, because no insectoid cares.
To put it bluntly, no insectoid cares about the lives of female insectoids and sub-males. The empire does not care about the lives of female insectoids and sub-males. Your churches, your male fathers, and your male masters do not care about your lives, do not care about your feelings, do not care whether you are in pain, cold, lonely, whether you feel pain and grievances, whether you want them to stop what they are doing and give you a chance to breathe.
The male insectoid who marked my male parent is not the merciful messenger of God or the tolerant savior in your mouths. He is a rogue who took advantage of the situation. He knew that my male parent was unwilling to endure his marking, unwilling to endure the defilement of his pheromones, and would rather die with pride and purity, yet he still forced my male parent to accept the marking. This is far from a gift. To be precise, this is a pure act of violence.
Like the vast majority—if I can’t say all—of male insectoids, knowing that female insectoids and sub-males cannot resist, they gorge themselves on their helplessness and pain, using their plight to highlight their rights as male insectoids.
This right is given to him by his male insectoid gender, given to him by this deformity society, but not by his own efforts or his character.
On the contrary, the vast majority of male insectoids have done nothing, except harm their compatriots who are in a disadvantaged position, except vent their cruel impulses on their male fathers, sub-male sons, and female insectoid and sub-male brothers. They have done nothing, but they have gained everything.
Compatriots, is this really fair?
My male parent—he is almost my whole world, he is an existence that all my beautiful words cannot pile up. I promised that I would save him at all costs, but I failed. I knew that he was unwilling to be marked by any male insectoid, knew that he could not accept becoming a male insectoid’s plaything and puppet, but I still failed to protect him.
That male insectoid ruined everything we had. With his dirty, base, and innate scent, he even had the face to look proud and satisfied.
The first thing my observation record of my male parent can prove is that the marking of female insectoids by male insectoids is by no means a gift from God. If any word is used to describe it, it is an act of violence that obliterates nature and is motivated by selfishness and desire. What it brought to my male parent, apart from the so-called life extension, was only defilement and destruction from the inside out, only endless shame and pain.
I will repent for the humiliation suffered by my male parent for the rest of my life.
Those experienced female insectoid and sub-male predecessors, do you really not know this kind of pain? Like my male parent, your pride is destroyed, your thoughts are confused, and like my male parent, you will always have to be submissive and extremely flattering to a brutal male insectoid that you do not appreciate, but only fear and reject?
I do not advocate that you refuse marking when your life is threatened. If this is your way out, choose it, because fate has always been stingy with female insectoids and sub-males. I ask everyone not to give up hope, because some of us still want to make changes and have not been smoothed out.
There is only one reason why I am posting this. I want to ask everyone to value the suffering of your compatriots, do not use the so-called “gift” and “blessing” to dilute the pain after being forcibly marked by a male insectoid against your will, do not ignore the injustices and suffering you have suffered in the past, and pretend that everything is normal.
None of this is normal. Does existence mean it is reasonable? Has it always been this way, is that the truth?
Do not dilute the cruel treatment my male parent received, do not embellish his misfortune as a blessing. I will not calmly accept the injustice and suffering on my male parent and my compatriots. Even if it is innate, we can look for opportunities to fight back. For my male parent and for me, resistance is the meaning of life, not entering a good night with equanimity.
Thank you all for your concern for me and my male parent. The last thing I want to say to everyone is that neither my male parent nor I have given up, nor have we accepted everything that fate has given us. The spark will not be extinguished, and the future is bright.]
One of Serra’s antennae “slapped” on the electronic screen, publishing a comment that ated all the repliers.
Serra could imagine that this post full of rebellious will and challenging authority would stir up a bloodbath, but the young male insectoid’s face rarely showed a petulant expression that matched his youthful face.
He didn’t want to compromise on anything about Edwin. He couldn’t stand those insectoids embellishing Edwin’s encounter as a male insectoid’s gift, and he couldn’t stand his own violence becoming the source of praise.
He wanted Edwin to one day, when browsing the Internet, receive the support he deserved. He wanted Edwin’s emotions to be affirmed. He wanted Edwin to know that it was all Serra’s fault, and that Edwin had done nothing wrong.
He wanted Edwin to know that he was perfect. His strength, his courage, his unwillingness to yield, even Edwin’s pain, were all flawless and reasonable. No insectoid could question everything Edwin had suffered.
Serra also knew that his overprotection was becoming a new problem, but the young male insectoid who had just completed his transformation and marked his beloved female insectoid could hardly be called thoughtful. He was immersed in the petulance of arguing with conservative female insectoids and sub-males all over the Internet and had not recovered when a cold hand gently fell on his furry head.
“Young Male Master,” the female insectoid’s voice was a little tired, with a hint of disapproval in its softness. Obviously, while Serra was passionately debating, Edwin had been awake for a while and had seen some of Serra’s excessive remarks:
“What are you doing?”
The young male insectoid shrank his neck guiltily, and muttered as if he had been caught. The mental tendrils that had been flailing and typing on the keyboard were now as soft as water plants swaying in the wind, squeezing and leaning towards Edwin.
“It’s nothing, male parent, how are you feeling?”
Serra was lie on the side of the medical treatment facility, looking like a flattering big golden retriever. His dark antennae were like his tail, shaking excitedly in the void.
“……” The black-haired female insectoid looked a little helpless, but stopped short of saying anything. Frankly speaking, although Edwin agreed that Serra would record his physical condition after being marked and publish it on the hand-可 network to share his experience with other female insectoids and sub-males, Edwin did not really feel happy about this behavior—as a military female insectoid, he has always regarded weakness and fragility as a shame. He emotionally rejected the idea of publicizing his vulnerability, just like a beast that follows the law of the jungle is unwilling to reveal its weak spots.
But at the same time, he also knew that Serra’s suggestion was correct. His compatriots needed help, and Edwin was one of the few female insectoids who could be protected during the shame period. He should do something for his compatriots, even if it was just a small effort.
But he never expected that Serra would also argue with those old-fashioned female insectoids and sub-males on the hand-可 network, saying that his experience was so vulnerable. It was enough to be said, but also—
—also portrayed himself as a heinous evil male insectoid, a bad seed who bullied the weak like other male insectoids.
This was really unimaginable for Edwin. He felt a little distressed amidst his helplessness. He knew that his cub was not like other male insectoids. He knew that his cub just couldn’t leave his male parent and was attached to his tenderness, so he did the absurd thing of marking him. He knew that his cub was such a rare insectoid, regardless of his gender.
His insectoid cub died to protect female insectoids and sub-males. He would never forget his insectoid cub’s chubby, warm body kneeling in front of him, the once fair and soft chubby face covered with terrible scarlet lines, and blackened blood flowing from the corners of his lips…
He could not forget that at the moment of his death, his insectoid cub smiled at him, telling him not to be afraid, to let him go first…to let him escape.
As if Edwin could really abandon his cub and survive alone.
He couldn’t forget that scene. Now that his memory had returned and his spiritual sea had been repaired, it was even stronger than ever—the power belonging to the male insectoid was attached to his spiritual sea. Black vines full of barbs rose from the barren land, building a solid fortress, and Edwin knew that it was a concrete manifestation of the insectoid cub’s urgent desire to protect him.
He could never blame his insectoid cub, no matter what he did.
“…Don’t argue on the hand-可 star network, Young Male Master. The male insectoid who marked me is not as Unbearable as you said.”
Edwin finally said, and Serra lowered his head pitifully, like a puppy that had done something wrong. If he had ears, they would be tightly pressed against his head at this moment, flattening his messy curls.
Edwin looked at it helplessly and found it a little funny. After he regained his senses, he could easily find countless shadows of the past insectoid cub in this male insectoid. They were exactly the same, the expression after making a mistake, the guilty little eyes, the honey-like, empathetic and firm caramel-colored eyes, the gentle love that was always revealed in those eyes…
Edwin’s heart skipped a beat. He interrupted the thought of continuing to reason with Serra and slowly propped up his body instead, saying in Serra’s surprised and delighted expression:
“I feel much better, Young Male Master. I want to…stand up again and release my wings.”