Insectoids: The Job of the Males

Cheng ‘the Gentle’ Zhaoci has pushed Zhou Luoluo away mercilessly to hug Wei Zhuo.

It’s been a whole year since his Awakening and last time they were properly spending time with each other. The poor newlyweds have been separated, Wei Zhuo being held up by lots of circumstances.

Actually, he still is. Wei Zhuo still has affairs to attend to later.

“How long can you stay?” Cheng Zhaoci’s hands are clasped around Wei Zhuo’s waist, and his head resting on Wei Zhuo’s chest, “when will you have to leave?”

“Soon. Jin Yue must already know Sun Wushe is done for. So I have to get back soon,” Wei Zhuo is pouting slightly at Cheng Zhaoci, “xiongzhu. It’ll be soon. The war should be over very soon.”

Zhou Luoluo is still curiously looking at the couple, while Lu Nianqian walks over, pats him on the head, then leaves without the slightest hint of longing.

Zhou Luoluo “…”

He watches his dear cijun leave him far behind, while behind him, Cheng Zhaoci and Wei Zhuo are already… kissing, with Cheng Zhaoci pushing Wei Zhuo on the back of his head.

Quite the passionate kiss, unsurprising for a couple long separated.

The weather may be warm, but Zhou Luoluo feels cold – physically and mentally. Also, it tastes sour in the air.

Ah. He’s jealous.

“Yoooo!” The shemale soldiers, headed by Meng Yuele, are making incoherent yells.

Cheng Zhaoci is pushing dead on Wei Zhuo’s head, while Wei Zhuo obediently allows him to drain him. Finally, after they separate, Wei Zhuo turns back to the crowd of soldiers.

Wei Zhuo is actually quite shy – is the conclusion Cheng Zhaoci has drawn after being with him. It has quite a lot of ways of manifesting, for example, fidgety and blushing when facing Cheng Zhaoci.
While against his colleagues, it turns into an urge to beat the living daylights out of those cheering bastards.

Meng Yuele also knows this too well, so he’s the quickest one to shut his mouth.

“Alright, alright. Time to go,” Cheng Zhaoci rubs Wei Zhuo on the head. Wei Zhuo being taller, Cheng Zhaoci finds it inconvenient to have to extend his hand to do so. Still, the feeling beats out the inconvenience. Not because the hair is soft or anything, but mainly, the tall and muscular grade S shemale is so adorkable when being petted.

Wei Zhuo looks back at Cheng Zhaoci.

The gaze averted and Wei Zhuo pacified makes Meng Yuele have goosebumps, “males really are scary.”

“That it is,” a fellow soldier says, “I also want a scary male like him,” unfortunately, even though many males are looking for appropriate partners like it’s the end of the world, they, who won’t be back again for another long while, are destined to have their wishes unfulfiled for the time being.

Cheng Zhaoci thought he would only be able to spend precious little time together with Wei Zhuo, given that he will be preoccupied with the testing and implementation of the memory extraction machine.

Though Lu Yao is here, and he is here to tell Cheng Zhaoci and Wei Zhuo to go see Sun Wushe together.

Cheng Zhaoci doesn’t really want to, as he suspects Sun Wushe of harbouring feelings for him. He’s not trying to be narcissistic, but the fact that he took the time to go see him before leaving, and did not kidnap him or anything even when Xiao Ji was fast asleep, is strange.

Actually, now that he can recall events in excruciating detail after Awakening, all those gazes Sun Wushe put on him felt suspicious.

“Can I not go?” Cheng Zhaoci wants to refuse with the reason that he’s married, and should not be talking to a single shemale. It’s odd.

“You have to,” Lu Yao interrupts, “you’re special to him, as evidenced when he took the time to see you before he left. He wouldn’t say a single word on key matters no matter what we tried, but if it’s you…”

“I refuse to let my xiongzhu fish information by using his appearance,” says a stern Wei Zhuo.

Lu Yao chuckles dismissively, looking at Wei Zhuo, who averts his gaze elsewhere.

Cheng Zhaoci, meanwhile, is holding Wei Zhuo’s hand and says, “grandpa, are you sure it’s not too harsh to ask an insectoid who has a cijun to do this?”

“It’s nothing harsh if we’re just asking you to stand and do nothing,” Lu Yao then knocks on Wei Zhuo’s head, “you don’t seriously think your ‘pa is going to let any harm come to you, no?”

Cheng Zhaoci really would rather turn around and leave than seeing him or even just standing in the vicinity, but he’s not a child who can throw a tantrum anymore. Lu Yao is also quite imposing as the great Grand Marshal when he’s serious.

Really, when there seems to be possible romantic feelings but he clearly does not like him, he should avoid him to let it die off, shouldn’t he? Otherwise, that makes him a scum! And also, Wei Zhuo won’t be happy about it.

What a mess!

“You don’t need to say or do anything, but just stand there,” Lu Yao repeats himself, “xiao-Zhuo too. Just standing on the side.”

Sun Wushe probably has positive feelings for Cheng Zhaoci, at least. And, it’s hard to imagine him harbouring nothing but hatred for Wei Zhuo. They are both brothers who left their families when they were young, and Wei Zhuo being Wei Zhuo, he has definitely helped him out a lot. Unless Sun Wushe has a black hole instead of a heart, it can’t be the case he feels nothing reciprocal.

Cheng Zhaoci can see Sun Wushe through a thick layer of tempered glass. Embarrassed, he’s sticking as close to Wei Zhuo as possible, who, meanwhile, looks as cold as always.

Sun Wushe’s reaction is much more dramatic than expected; he stares at Cheng Zhaoci blankly for so long, all the way until the interrogating officer is clearing his throat the third or fourth time.

He has always been quite hostile in attitude for the past few days. No answers to any questions, and not even to any of the harsh interrogation methods he himself knows too well. Actually, he even goads them on.

All this vanished when he sees Cheng Zhaoci. In fact, he’s even looking away to the side, not letting Cheng Zhaoci see his face at all.

“Why is he here?” Sun Wushe’s voice is quite parched, “what use is he here?”

His tone is apparently much calmer than it was a few days ago.

“We only know if he would prove useful once we actually take him here,” the interrogating officer asks, “still not giving up where Jin Yue’s hiding?”

“So what if you knew?” Sun Wushe makes a mocking smile. He knew in the very beginning the pirates won’t be able to operate for long, “didn’t you already save all the males? What else do you want?”

“Where are the missing males?” Well, they’re probably gone forever. But, just in case… Just in case the pirates didn’t kill as many males as the vast number of kidnapped males minus the ones rescued successfully.

Sun Wushe glances up at Cheng Zhaoci standing outside, who is still looking at him, and he shudders and retracts his gaze immediately.

He knows that if he doesn’t definitively tell the Federation that those males are already long-dead, then they would always have to keep that in mind.

They would think twice before engaging the main spaceships directly; like Wei Zhuo’s fight that time. If they suspect there could be male prisoners on board, then the families of those potentially dead males might blame Wei Zhuo for killing their xiongzhu or male son. It’d be quite a huge scandal.

If they aren’t confirmed dead, then the families of the males involved would never forgive them for taking any risks.

That should have been the case.

The shemale soldiers have also asked so many times already. Sun Wushe only needed to keep his silence. Yet, he says, “dead. From torture, or from deliberate provocations. All dead.”

That’s why. Lu Yao thinks. He is also listening, with a slightly moody expression. Bringing them along was useful, even though it is also triggering some bitter memories he has.

“There have been orders to curtail senseless killings,” adds Sun Wushe, for naught. Everyone knows exactly how effective those orders are for the truly lawless space buccaneers.