A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30

The Zerg were a society that revered females and disparaged males, with the Zerg Queen as their supreme ruler.

Ever since that cold, aloof, and indifferent Zerg Queen died, Zerg society had disintegrated, spiraling toward extinction, leaving no further traces of their activity in the universe.

Yu Mianfeng recalled the contents recorded in the history books.

The relationship between a male Zerg and the Zerg Queen was akin to that of a dog and its owner, or perhaps a lover and their master. Male Zergs were completely loyal to the Zerg Queen, desperate to reproduce with her.

Aside from the Zerg Queen, male Zergs would have no interest in any other living creature.

…But the silver-haired male Zerg before him spoke with such straightforwardness, without the slightest intent to conceal, and didn’t seem at all like he lacked interest in him.

Yu Mianfeng was trapped in the narrow space between the male Zerg’s body and the tree trunk. Both of his wrists were gripped tightly in one of the Zerg’s hands, and his obstructive positioning bracelet had long since been tossed to the ground nearby.

His body was taut, trying his best to ignore the other party’s actions as he calmly contemplated a way to escape.

The conclusion he eventually reached was that, relying on himself alone without a weapon, without a mecha the possibility of escaping the other party was almost zero.

He could only pin his hopes on someone realizing that something was amiss here.

Yu Mianfeng’s eyes shifted slightly, and he looked down with hesitation.

The Zerg’s limb-armor slid downward, and the high-strength combat suit officially issued by the league tore at the slightest touch.

His fair chest, which had never seen the light of day, was exposed to the slightly cool air.

Perhaps it was due to his constitution; even though he exercised year-round, the muscles on his lower abdomen remained but a thin layer. Compared to the strong, clearly defined, muscular body of the male Zerg in front of him, he appeared somewhat pathetic, perhaps even cute.

The silver-haired male Zerg stared at him fixedly. In a moment of distraction, the blood from its left palm flowed down, dripping onto the fair skin of his lower abdomen.

Crimson against pristine white, the contrast was exceptionally striking.

“Sorry…”

As if truly feeling apologetic, the male Zerg extended its damp, cold, and sticky tongue, intending to lick the blood that had fallen onto him clean.

The languages of the Zerg and humans were not mutually intelligible, but the Zerg before him had spoken human language several times, clearly having studied it intentionally in the past.

Yu Mianfeng’s brain buzzed in disarray. There was no time to think about such things; he became even more tense due to the male Zerg’s actions, hunching his waist and raising his leg sharply to kick the other, but he was deftly restrained by the male Zerg, his knee-bend controlled and hooked over the other’s arm.

A very strange posture.

He was completely controlled by the other, unable to move a muscle.

“Get lost—” Yu Mianfeng grew irritated.

Provoking the male Zerg before him right now was absolutely not a good choice.

But the male Zerg wasn’t angry; its expression remained unchanged, maintaining an attitude of having long been accustomed to such behavior.

The snow-white body was swept by the male Zerg’s gaze, which felt as tangible as a touch.

The male Zerg devoutly cleaned away the dirty blood that had fallen onto Yu Mianfeng.

It’s itchy.

Aside from the temperature being colder, the sensation of the Zerg’s tongue was no different from a human’s.

Yu Mianfeng inexplicably recalled the scene where Chen Xiulan had licked his palm.

At the time, his counter-attack had been useful against a human who still possessed concepts of morality and ethics, but now, against a frenzied alien race, the effect was minimal.

An ordinary human facing a brutal, star-level overlord race like the Zerg had almost no power to fight back.

The male Zerg’s high, sharp nose bridge nudged against Yu Mianfeng’s thin layer of abdominal muscles. The other party carefully buried its face against his belly, taking a deep breath and sniffing his scent.

Yu Mianfeng curled up stiffly, wanting to resist, but it was in vain. His hunched body was like a lean crescent moon, which, instead, piqued the male Zerg’s interest further.

Yu Mianfeng used his elbow to brace against the male Zerg’s neck, pushing away with difficulty.

It was a pity that this wasn’t lethal, and the pain couldn’t stop the male Zerg, so he could only watch helplessly as the male Zerg leaned in closer.

A series of white flashes crossed Yu Mianfeng’s eyes, and he drifted in a daze. His cerulean eyes slightly lost focus, revealing a look of losing control, no longer possessing his usual cold indifference.

He opened his mouth helplessly, but could say nothing, only moving his Adam’s apple to swallow the sound he hadn’t managed to shout.

Clearly, his condition was merely an intolerance to contact with Alphas or Omegas.

Why.

Clearly, it was an ordinary human body; why would it… be like this?

Clearly, he was also a male among humans.

Yet he possessed an unusually sharp perception.

Too excessive.

Too over the line.

First, the corners of his eyes became damp, followed by a cool sensation.

The male Zerg had tasted the deliciousness of the fruit and now came to lick and kiss the tears at the corners of Yu Mianfeng’s eyes tears that had overflowed because of the excessive pleasure, which he found impossible to hold back.

Before him was an inhuman alien, with long, silver-white hair and scarlet eyes, its expression while kissing Yu Mianfeng devout and fanatic, as if treating a piece of the most perfect treasure.

The male Zerg’s palm supported the small of Yu Mianfeng’s back, holding up his body weight in a posture of firm control.

If things really were as the male Zerg had said, what would happen next…

Yu Mianfeng breathed steadily, calmly seeking any opportunity to escape.

Unexpectedly, the male Zerg before him suddenly loosened its shackles on him.

Before he even had a chance to move his wrists, Yu Mianfeng heard a shrill, scraping sound, it was the sound of cold steel clashing against Zerg carapace.

…Fortunately, someone has arrived.

Yuan Hechu withdrew his blade with a gloomy expression. Before Yu Mianfeng could clearly see his movements, he saw Yuan Hechu slash down again with his sword, fueled by genuine fury.

Amidst the chaos, Yu Mianfeng realized that Yuan Hechu seemed to have cast a glance in his direction, after which his expression turned even more terrifying.

Yu Mianfeng realized in hindsight that his upper body was exposed, with no clothing to cover it; it had likely been seen in its entirety by the other party, and the shredded fabric on the ground also signaled what had happened here.

The crisp humming of the sword grew increasingly frequent, and the frequency of the swings became faster and faster, containing indescribable anger.

The silver-haired male Zerg had completely insectified; except for its face, every inch of its body was covered in hard carapace. It looked just like the appearance it had when they first met sharp, cold, and an ugly monster.

Neither the male Zerg nor Yuan Hechu wanted this battle to involve Yu Mianfeng; they deliberately dragged the battlefield far away, finally disappearing from Yu Mianfeng’s field of vision.

The urgent priority is to get away from here.

Yu Mianfeng stood up, bracing himself against the tree trunk. As he stood, he stumbled, then strode forward, stooping to pick up the gun on the ground.

The gun issued by the league officials didn’t have the same firepower as the one Yu Mianfeng usually carried himself.

If the league hadn’t prohibited carrying other weapons, perhaps he wouldn’t have fallen into such a pathetic situation all of a sudden.

Yu Mianfeng gripped the gun, pointing the muzzle behind him.

The person in the distance immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth and let out a whistle, raising his hands with the cigarette still between his fingers.

Yu Mianfeng lifted his head, lifting his eyelids coldly. First, he saw the military uniform on the man.

Ke Cheng.

Yuan Hechu’s adjutant.

Yu Mianfeng adjusted his collar; the front of his combat suit had been completely torn apart. He had picked it up and draped it over himself to make do, but now it was hanging wide open.

To be honest, it was no different from wearing nothing; everything that could be seen could be seen. A stretch of exposed chest.

Ke Cheng lowered his hands, put the cigarette back in his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and smiled, scrutinizing him carefully from head to toe.

Yu Mianfeng was a male Beta lacking gender awareness; the education he had received from childhood told him only not to expose his body in front of Omegas and women.

But the male Zerg’s actions just now forced him to start facing this fact squarely.

My body might be very attractive to some people.

The youth spoke out of the blue, staring directly at Ke Cheng: “What are you looking at?”

“Seeing if that bug ate you.”

Ke Cheng gave a gloomy smile, still speaking with sarcasm as he opened his mouth.

Yu Mianfeng couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him, putting away his gun and pulling his clothes together. This was very awkward; he would inevitably expose a portion of fair skin, which made the situation feel even stranger.

Just as Yu Mianfeng was lost in thought, a military overcoat was thrown toward him, still bearing another person’s body heat.

“Put it on, baby, button it up; don’t catch a cold, otherwise it will be my head that’s rolling on the floor.”

The man narrowed his eyes, staring with satisfaction as Yu Mianfeng draped his overcoat over himself.

Yu Mianfeng cast a cold look at him.

“Don’t you hate gay men?” he questioned.

“I’m just appreciating beauty.”

Ke Cheng was honestly hypocritical.

Yu Mianfeng put on the coat and turned to walk out.

Ke Cheng followed him closely.

“…How did you deal with that Zerg? Didn’t you provoke it? You have to know that all they have in their brains is hunting uncivilized things; even if they look like humans, they aren’t human.”

Ke Cheng’s tone was filled with thick interest: “You know, something like a Zerg should only have race interests in its brain a cold-blooded war machine. They are terrifyingly recorded in historical documents, but it seems to have a particular interest in you. I’ve never heard of Zergs casually grabbing humans to rape them, either.”