MCDWTBS Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Awakened Maternal Instincts of a Male Nanny

Silken mental tendrils caught the falling female Chong, gently enveloping him and bringing him before the male insectoid cub.

The tendrils softly brushed aside the female Chong’s blood-soaked hair, revealing his pale face stained crimson. His clear, light blue eyes were unfocused, his chest trembled on the verge of death from energy depletion and the abrasion of the male insectoid’s mental tendrils, and he seemed half-unconscious.

The male insectoid cub’s chubby little face was taut, his naturally upturned lips suppressing any hint of a smile. He used his dark mental tendrils to gently support Edwin’s injured body, and wiped a drop of blood from beneath Edwin’s eyelid with his short fingers.

“…Young…Young Male Master?”

Edwin’s eyes couldn’t focus. He lightly shook his head, half his face involuntarily chasing the male insectoid cub’s plump, short hand, begging for more warmth. The surging grief and anger in the male insectoid cub’s chest intensified, and he experienced an unprecedented surge of murderous intent.

Countless black tendrils enveloped Edwin, who was heavily injured and unable to move, caressing Edwin’s wounds, stopping the gushing blood. The young male insectoid’s gaze swept over the blood in the room, the sub-male insectoid cowering in the corner of the bed, his eyes wide with fear, and finally landed on the Duke, collapsed in his own filth, his face twisted.

“Serra, what are you doing here, you good-for-nothing?! You…” His attack having been blocked, the Duke, sprawled on the ground, looked at the overwhelming black tendrils, his strained voice trembling: “…You’re not crippled after all! Black mental tendrils…Black…You’ve undergone atavism! Hahahaha…Truly unexpected. The Church, those useless fools, spent years nurturing, and didn’t produce an atavistic male insectoid, but you did, hahahaha…As expected, noble bloodlines are the glory bestowed by the Chong Mother!”

The weak male insectoid, whose mental tendrils were damaged by the female Chong’s resistance, breathed like a broken bellows. Joy, jealousy, and apprehension surfaced on his face, twisted by pain, one after another. He looked at his own male insectoid cub’s body with a gaze more ravenous than a viper’s, barely able to conceal the malice in his eyes.

“Quick, kill that lowly female insectoid! He hurt my mental tendrils! Damn him…Kill all the female insectoids and sub-male insectoids here, damn them…damn them! Seeing me in this state, they all deserve to die, those lowly good-for-nothings…”

The Duke muttered nervously, completely oblivious to the situation, even beckoning to the cub not far away, signaling him to help him up.

Serra watched from afar the greedy, malicious, foolish, and blind appearance of this body’s male parent. His caramel-colored eyes, filled with light, turned icy cold. To be fair, he knew why the Duke was still so commanding even now. It was because in the male insectoid world, they were addicted to the sensory stimulation and power experience brought by cruel acts. They became numb and foolish in power, and had long forgotten that they themselves were not so-called divine children.

They were only flesh and blood.

“I said, the one who deserves to die is you, male parent.”

“Tap, tap, tap.” The male insectoid cub’s footsteps sounded again. He approached the dirty, ugly Duke, his nominal “male parent.” His voice was still childishly crisp, but in the darkness behind him, as if spreading from another dimension with countless tendrils, it was like a dirge.

“You say…what are you saying? You…you’re a male insectoid! You dare defy your male parent for a lowly female slave?”

Only when the overwhelming dark tendrils approached him did the Duke wake up from his twisted fantasy. The instinctive submission to absolute power made him tremble, desperately suppressing his cowardice:

“That damned female insectoid injured my mental tendrils. The manor’s system has already notified the Highborn Court and the Church. I am a Duke! These dirty, lowly female insectoids and sub-male insectoids will all die, will all die. So what if you’ve undergone atavism and have a high rank? You’re a disabled insectoid who can’t grow up, an ungrateful wretch. I should have beaten you and your cheap insectoid male parent to death long ago!”

The Duke was hysterical, speaking rashly. His injured, gray mist-like, thin and weak tendrils appeared frail and pathetic in front of the black tendrils that filled the entire space. He seemed to finally realize the danger and began to dodge to the side away from Serra, but it was already too late.

“I don’t support depriving anyone of their life. I’m not a vigilante either, unable to simultaneously act as judge, jury, and executioner.” The cub’s voice was still young and harmless, but wisps of ambiguous noise were wrapped within it, destroying that clarity, adding an unshakable power of judgment:

“According to Imperial law, your attempt to abuse female insectoids and your own sub-male Chong son today, and your bestial behavior of playing with your own sub-male Chong son, will not receive any punishment. But…”

The male insectoid cub stood still in front of the Duke, who was disheveled and twisted in face. One of the black tendrils behind him suddenly shot up, forcefully seizing the Duke’s two about-to-disappear, trembling gray tendrils, and tightened them in the Duke’s piercing screams, about to snap:

“Laws without moral constraints, and systems that profane life, are not worth believing in. So, the one who deserves to die is you.”

As the cub’s voice fell, a barely audible tearing sound rang out. The gray tendrils suddenly snapped, disappearing into the void, and the Duke’s shrill, ghost-like scream also stopped abruptly. A terrifying silence descended into the space, until a hoarse, clear voice broke the silence:

“Young Male Master, the people from the Church and the Highborn Court will be here soon.”

Edwin’s voice was very weak. He was surrounded and lifted by countless black tendrils in the darkness, unable to move, like a fly in a spider web:

“Your…your actions will bring you trouble. Even if your rank is very high, the Church…has been trying to breed atavistic male insectoids. In recent years, the Church has been arranging for military female insectoids with strong combat power and high ranks to marry into the royal and noble families through the system, attempting to promote the birth of high-level male insectoids.”

“I just resisted the male master, damaging his mental tendrils. This is a fact. The Young Male Master only needs to tell the people from the Church and the Highborn Court the truth, which can avoid trouble for you.”

After saying this, the pale-faced, black-haired female Chong lowered his face as if exhausted. Black hair, soaked with cold sweat and blood, stuck to his face, making his face, already as snow and picture, strangely beautiful and shockingly fragile.

He didn’t have much time left. Today, taking the opportunity to present his wings, he wanted to protect Sison’s child, an innocent young Yaci, and was prepared to die. But he didn’t expect that at the brink of death, the Young Male Master, who should have been asleep, caught him, and even—attacked the male master.

Frankly speaking, Edwin wasn’t quite sure what was going on with everything he was seeing. Two voices were fighting in his mind, one saying that the Young Male Master couldn’t possibly attack his own male parent for a female Chong, and the other saying that the Young Male Master did indeed do so. He had always been unique, hadn’t he?

No male insectoid cub would “hug” a female Chong. No male insectoid cub would let a female Chong use his medical treatment facility or tell a female Chong bedtime stories, setting the robots so that they couldn’t harm female insectoids and sub-male insectoids.

He was different. If the Chong Mother really still existed in the world, the Young Male Master was the image of a divine child.

Edwin firmly believed this, which made his body feel some illusory warmth, but this could not change his fate of death. He attacked the male master, which was an unforgivable sin. If possible, he could take all the blame before he died, to reduce some trouble for the Young Male Master.

Blood loss and weakness made Edwin dizzy in waves, and his ears were booming. He had said what he had to say, but a sense of nostalgia still arose in his heart. He struggled to lift his cold eyelids and looked at the male insectoid cub, who was standing in front of him at some point, with a tense, chubby little face.

“Thank you…” Thank you for saving me, for saving Ilia. Thank you for letting me know that the divine child in the Church’s paintings really existed. Thank you for your bedtime stories and medical bay, thank you…for being willing to call me male parent.

Edwin silently opened his lips, a warmth like spring water breaking ice flowing in his clear blue eyes, causing Serra’s heart to suddenly sting.

“You’re not allowed to say anymore!”

The male insectoid cub “slapped” a soft, warm, chubby hand on the female Chong’s cool, dry, well-shaped lips. The fire in his heart made his whole heart ache and swell, extremely uncomfortable!

Yes, he was also angry with Edwin! If it hadn’t been for his system sending a warning when Edwin was in danger today, and he had happened to meet Sison, who was wandering in the west wing and taking the initiative to lead him the way, Edwin might have lost his wings, or even his life!

He blamed Edwin in his heart for not telling him everything, and for not asking him for help, but more than that, he was blaming himself. He hated himself for not seeing Edwin’s precarious mental state, his lack of will to survive, and his excessive self-sacrifice. He wanted to heal Edwin, pestering Edwin with his four-headed body, coaxing and acting foolish, but what he did was far from enough.

The cub’s curly, fluffy hair drooped wearily. The originally unharmonious coldness and judging aura disappeared, along with those terrifying, clawing, and incomparably terrifying black tendrils, leaving only a round cub shape.

“Female parent, you don’t want me either, do you?”

The cub blinked his caramel-colored puppy eyes in front of Edwin, and large tears fell pattering down, hitting Edwin’s chest:

“You’d rather die than be with me! Female parent, how can you be so bad? I…I thought I finally had a male parent who was willing to accompany me as I grew up, willing to love me. How can you be so bad, wuwu…”

The soft, chubby cub “gently” slammed himself into Edwin’s chest, unreasonably accusing him. The soft sobs rushed into the ears of the female Chong, who had no desire to survive, successfully making him guiltily widen his eyes in the face of disappointing the cub’s maternal nature, and helplessly reached out a hand to hug the cub’s warm little body:

“It’s not…it’s not like this…” He wanted to explain something, but he knew that the cub in his arms didn’t want to listen at all, just wanted to kidnap him with maternal love to live on. The male insectoid cub whimpered aggrievedly at his heaving chest, secretly satisfied with the vitality he had awakened:

“Don’t listen, don’t listen! Female parent is bad! Punish female parent to heal his wounds and always, always be with me.”