Insectoids: The Job of the Males

Meanwhile, some insectoids online have also brought up the recent Internet star, that grade S male who’s taken the airwaves by storm. Not that they’re suggesting anything as ludicrous as the grade S male being BombIn himself, but simply wondering and discussing if a male like that grade S male would read comics.

Their ‘conclusion’… no.

Like, that grade S male? Who could pilot a mecha to go after his own cijun? Whose appearance in the photographs is like that?

Apathetic, domineering, breathtaking. A perfectly strong match to that grade S shemale. They vibe really well. So they can’t imagine such a cold and distant male being interested in something as mundane as comics.

In fact, looking at what some insectoids say, they’re speaking of Cheng Zhaoci like he’s some kind of deity who can survive off flower petals and dew alone.

And they don’t mean to say BombIn’s comics aren’t good enough either. They just cannot fathom someone with the striking, imposing aura like that grade S male reading comics for entertainment online. In fact, they don’t even think he has ever visited the cultural entertainment part of the Internet.

A few insectoids have entertained the idea of the grade S male being a fan of BombIn’s, but they get buried under mountains of retorts asking them to imagine that male laugh-crying like them reading the comic like babies; they can’t imagine at all.

There are lots of comments and replies poking fun at each other in general at the absurdities of it all.

Cheng Zhaoci really does not understand this world anymore, he can only smirk dismissively at all these online kerfuffles.

“You know, you look almost just like that dumbass male in Xiaobao’s comic when he goes ‘Ho, demis,'” Zhou Luoluo chimes in, becoming acutely aware of what it means ‘not to judge a book by its cover.’ Cheng Zhaoci’s antagonistic aura and his actual personality are markedly different; the phrase fits Cheng Zhaoci to a T.

“Say, if they really did get a gigantic banner at a venue and saw the three of us, how would they react?” Cheng Zhaoci is making a rather offputting smile. The war between the damned comic artist and his damned readers is almost over; he, Mr Cheng, would appear to have the upper end in the end.

Ha. And they say he wasn’t like a male at all. And they treated his confession and honesty as a joke.

“I’m glad I didn’t get sortied to the frontline. I was feeling bitter, but now I feel fortunate. We would’ve missed the chance to see BombIn otherwise,” a shemale soldier is chatting to his coworker, “and say, if there really are more violent fans who want to beat him up in public, should we help stop them?”

“The venue knows better than we do. Their security will be tight; it’s none of our worries,” his coworker shrugs, “I’ve actually taken a precious day off. Honestly, pretty much a first time ever for another shemale’s sake.”

“So are we! It’s our first time, too.”

On the other side is Xiao Ji, watching his classmates setting up this massive red banner with a blank expression, and ordering, “stay the hell away from me later.”

“Don’t be like that, bro,” a student calls out; they already knew about Xiao Ji’s male younger brother, and now, that younger brother suddenly became the only living grade S male of this generation.

Overnight, Xiao Ji has acquired even more ‘younger brothers’ than he’d care to count.

“Bro my fucking arse. I’m not your bro!” Xiao Ji really hates all these insectoids acting too familiar with him, “and! Stay the fuck away! End of discussion!”

“Alright, alright, just leave them there. Let’s go,” He Huaijian removes Xiao Ji from the spot before he explodes, “they’ll know soon enough.”

A whole bunch of current academy enlistees are inside the large stadium that is the venue for this Readers’ Gala.

Though usually eyecatching in droves, these enlistees are completely eclipsed in attention by actual active duty members, still in their military uniforms and also having come in droves.

Of course, even they fade into obscurity on account of the number of males present.

Males! Whole groups of males! When normally it’s rare to even see a male out in public, they’ve appeared here in waves!

They’re pretty lively too, and generally look to be young. They’re more fashionable than shemales in most cases, and here, quite a few of them have cosplayed comic characters – making themselves clearly known as fans of BombIn.

“Later, on the count of three, everyone yell ‘BombIn, marry me,'” the leader of one small group of males is telling his friends, “there’s no way that damned BombIn won’t blush; make sure to take photographs for maximum meme appeal.”

“Got it!” The few males reply.

After the scheming, they can see lots of shemales staring at them all around. They flash them smiles before getting back to rehearsing for their great prank.

“… Aren’t there, like too many males here?!” A shemale is staring wide-eyed into the whole spectacle, and then spots, out of the corner of his eyes, a whole group of males in white gowns. These are quiet, not just ignoring everyone around them entirely, but not even talking amongst themselves at all.

There are so many varieties of males here, and there are already brave shemales and demis who’ve decided to go for it. Perhaps it’s thanks to their common interests, conversations aren’t difficult to start.

At least, it is much easier than usual trying to chat up a male.

And while the Readers’ Gala is about to turn into a massive mixer for lonely singles and single researchers to help prop up the birth rate of the insectoids for the next year or two, the host announces the beginning of the activities.