Insectoids: The Job of the Males

Perhaps it is quite relaxing to be in the company of his granddad, Wei Zhuo can’t stop his idle praises. Lu Yao is only all too happy to oblige. Cheng Zhaoci is drowning in embarrassment from the ceaseless attacks all around him.

In fact, Wei Zhuo has already pulled up the photograph he took of himself and Cheng Zhaoci. Lu Yao’s eyes mysteriously sparkles, giving high praise to the photography.

Cheng Zhaoci… has given up, and is focusing on finishing his meal instead.

Wei Zhuo, though, has finally noticed Cheng Zhaoci being oddly quiet. He simply puts it down to his granddad being too imposing in general, “Mr Cheng, are you not feeling very comfortable?”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Cheng Zhaoci isn’t as uncomfortable sitting by Lu Yao now than he was before, alone. He is just simply feeling awkward because of the passion.

Lu Yao watches Cheng Zhaoci and his grandson just looking at each other and going back to silence. Argh! What in the world is his grandson doing?!

Why is he still tiptoe-tiptoeing around?! He’s a shemale!

“Xiao-Ci, have you seen our Wei Zhuo’s training videos?” Lu Yao interrupts the stare with a sudden question, as Cheng Zhaoci turns to look at him with a surprised face.

“Let me pull it up,” Lu Yao gets his holodeck up and playing a video, as Wei Zhuo watches in disbelief, “I took this a year ago. You know me, I’m old and I do miss my grandson much. I watch these when I can’t see him in person.”

Almost like any regular elderly folk who can’t help but share how excellent his grandson is.

He told the truth, but not all the truth, as in, why he’s pulling the video up.

It can be seen that Wei Zhuo is far less gentle in attitude than when he is in front of Cheng Zhaoci. He is wearing only a white tank top. Drenched in sweat. The kind you can just about see the definition underneath.

Wei Zhuo really has a great body, a hot body. Unfortunately, it is quite often buried under layers of fabric in front of Cheng Zhaoci. He hasn’t ever had the chance to see exactly how amazing Wei Zhuo’s physique really is!

With no absurdly bulging muscles, his whole proportion is pleasing to the eye. The muscles are toned to just the right degree. His chest muscles… kuhum. They feel like they would be so nice to squeeze!

When he moves around, his muscles ebb and flow with him. Alongside his perfectly stoic face, he looks like one of those perfect soldier robots a movie might depict in his past life.

But this perfect soldier robot feels something for him. He would also blush! Cheng Zhaoci… oh no. He knows he might start bleeding from the nose if he keeps watching.

Too bad Wei Zhuo has already confiscated Lu Yao’s holodeck, and shut down the video.

Lu Yao looks like he wants to say something, but Wei Zhuo gives him a death glare. Lu Yao says nothing.

“I apologise for showing you such obscenity,” Wei Zhuo anxiously apologises, only to notice Cheng Zhaoci’s gaze inadvertently swimming about his chest area. The gaze quickly glances away, but when Wei Zhuo thought he was just seeing things – Cheng Zhaoci’s gaze comes swimming right back.

Wei Zhuo “…”

Cheng Zhaoci swears he isn’t so lewd… Well, a bit, maybe. But, who could blame him?! Yes, Wei Zhuo’s chest isn’t even comparable in size to the girls in his past life, but it looks so firm, and it feels like it’d be so amazing!

These fabulous chest muscles belongs to the insectoid near him. Cheng Zhaoci really can’t help but glance, trying to determine if it can be seen under the clothes.

Wei Zhuo is getting nervous again. Actually, he is nervous whenever Cheng Zhaoci is eyeing him up and down. It’s too bad his nervousness won’t be subsiding quite quickly this time.

At twelve that night, Wei Zhuo is questioning his life’s choices on the floorboards.

Oh, he has blankets and a bedsheet under him alright. The reason he is sleeping on the floor, though, is because Cheng Zhaoci has taken over his bed.

Lu Yao persuaded Cheng Zhaoci to sleep over, with one single irrefutable reason – it’s too late for a male to wander around outside. Cheng Zhaoci ran into pirates before, didn’t he? They haven’t been able to identify the traitor in the military yet, so it’s safest to be here.

And because Wei Zhuo has clearly never considered having more than one insectoid sleeping over, ever, he only has two sets of bedsheet and blankets. He usually keeps one as his spare when the other set is in the wash. Fortunately, it is balmy enough inside that Lu Yao has let his grandson sleep on the floor of his own bedroom with a blanket, while he sleeps on the mattress directly.

… If only there was a sofa to be found in the myriad of rooms around the two bedrooms, which have all been stuffed to the brim with what are mostly parts and components.

Lu Yao, meanwhile, also warned him to keep himself in check. The male is not yet of age. He must not do anything to him.

Wei Zhuo agreed without thinking, before suddenly hitting upon the idea that he could have simply slept on the floor in his granddad‘s room! Though his granddad has already left to sleep in his bedroom.

Feeling awkward, Wei Zhuo is going to take the blanket and bedsheet with him to the living room, but Cheng Zhaoci tells him he doesn’t mind.

Wei Zhuo thus sleeps in the same room as Cheng Zhaoci… until he soon remembers, that there is one big sofa in the living room, isn’t there?

But they’ve all settled down and turned off the lights. It doesn’t seem polite to move now.

Cheng Zhaoci fell asleep quickly enough, having been tense most of the afternoon in front of Lu Yao, and also having accumulated exhaustion from working nonstop on his comic these few days.

He felt nervous sharing a room with his beloved insectoid, but didn’t know what to say… And then, as he mulled over a conversation topic, he fell asleep.

Wei Zhuo glances over towards his bed on the ground. It’s too tall for him to see Cheng Zhaoci.

Then, a hand comes over, and falls over the edge of the bed. It’s Cheng Zhaoci’s, who seems to be quite restless in his sleep.

The hand is slim and pretty. It feels slightly smaller than his own.

Wei Zhuo continues to watch the hand, which reminds him of what his granddad said. He’s never seen a male like Cheng Zhaoci.

It makes sense he hasn’t. There is only one such special male in this world. He’s the treasure he plucked from the landfill planet, just like how, in Cheng Zhaoci’s earliest, still running comic, the strongest shemale picked up a little zombie king from the rubble.

Wei Zhuo, though, thinks that Cheng Zhaoci is much better than that little zombie king, who isn’t as lively, or could tug at his heartstrings like Cheng Zhaoci does.

Tug at his heartstrings, fill his mind and chest entirely with himself.