After the Zerg General Was Accidentally Marked - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Heatwave

Heat… period…

In an instant, the scene Everett saw when he pushed the door open that day flashed through his mind again. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, perky… Ahem!

Regarding a female’s heat period, Everett naturally knew about it.

After all, as soon as he reached adulthood, the Breeding Association immediately sent several terabytes of study materials via his light-brain, requiring the little male to study seriously, grasp the essence, and put it into practice early.

Since it is a heat period, the most significant characteristic is that the female goes into “heat.” Especially a marked female, who will uncontrollably crave their master. During this special period, their body temperature rises, their internal organs secrete fluids, and they prepare to carry an egg. One could say most of these study materials were the kind that make one blush and skip a beat on his former planet, most of the screen would have been censored to pass review.

In short: porn.

And very intense porn at that.

It was through these video materials that Everett learned many of the habits of females during heat. They become exceptionally proactive, very “juicy,” and they supposedly love being treated roughly, among other things. Many videos featured tools like whips and shackles.

As expected of the Insect Race playing it so wild.

So, by asking that, did Solas mean he wanted to be… you know?

Did this mean Solas… liked him?

Thinking back carefully, although the female had run away once, there was a reason for it. From the beginning, he had shown unconditional trust; during their time trapped on the ship, he had taken great care of him. During mental power training, he was strict but patient. Once, when Everett used mental power “noodles” to play cat’s cradle, something the female clearly looked down upon, he still played along.

More than once, while Everett was dazed, he heard the female tucking him in, a blurry, gentle sigh escaping from beneath the bite-inhibitor.

Everett knew his looks were top-tier even among males, and military females all liked handsome masters. So, for a female to fall in love at first sight… that seemed normal, right?

But, counting strictly, they had known each other for less than a month. He didn’t even know “Solas’s” real name yet. To go straight to… that, wasn’t the progress a bit too fast?

It was like a relationship that just started kindergarten suddenly being forced to graduate from university.

“Of course I know how to handle it.”

“Good,” Sears had worried the other didn’t even know that much. “Then, will you help me?”

In Everett’s ears, this was roughly equivalent to: “Then, will you sleep with me?”

The little male flushed completely red. “Uh… I… let me think about it, okay?”

What was there to think about? Hadn’t they done it before? Sears was puzzled. “Are you afraid of pain?”

“Huh?” Everett didn’t quite react. “Doing that kind of thing… makes me hurt?” Was the Insect Race like this? The one on top is the one who hurts? The videos didn’t mention this!

“A little, perhaps,” Sears answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be in more pain than you.”

The female spoke of it as a matter of course, making Everett increasingly uneasy. “Let me… let me think…”

Everett felt he wasn’t ready yet.

Before truly doing anything, he had to straighten out his feelings for the female.

Otherwise, wouldn’t he be a “scum insect”?

“Fine. Even if you don’t help, don’t use mental power during this time, lest you accidentally drain mine,” Sears explained. “I really need the mental power.”

The female returned to the eighth-level breakroom and closed the door to visitors.

Since he couldn’t practice mental power, Everett suddenly found himself idle. He didn’t go back to the third level but began checking the shelves row by row, unexpectedly finding many annotations on them.

For example, on this row, the female had written: All flour, useless.

On another row: Food in the middle section, canned oranges, the little male likes them.

Also: Medical supplies, no suppressants, syringes usable.

And: Toys, the little male might like?

Solas’s handwriting was very handsome, much like the insect himself—the strokes were bold and powerful. Occasionally, strange sticky notes could be seen in the corners. For example: Expired; too expensive, the little male can’t afford to pay it back, etc.

Looking through them row by row, Everett actually felt the joy of a treasure hunt; he didn’t find it boring at all.

While he had been focused on training his mental power, the female seemed to have quietly done so many things.

Then, he made a silent decision.

Everett returned to the breakroom door and knocked.

The door opened only a crack: “What is it?”

“I’ve thought it through, I…” Everett swallowed hard. “I think I must refuse to help you.”

“Understood.” The insect inside the door gave a response and moved to close it.

“Wait!” Everett quickly braced the door; he didn’t want the other to misunderstand. “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I feel that matters of the heart need a process, need caution…”

“I don’t want to waste your sincerity,” he said.

But on the other side of the door, Sears hardly heard what the little male said. The palm holding the translator was slick with cold sweat, and his body was burning from the inside out, punished by the ancestral reproductive instincts left behind due to a lack of comfort.

For many years, he had used drugs to avoid his heat periods. Now, his retribution had come.

“Fine,” he responded via the translator, and then slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

The strong female frame collapsed heavily onto the bed. Pain manifested as sparks of fire, racing back and forth from his coccyx to his nape along his entire spinal cord. Then, at a certain moment, it suddenly exploded along the nerves, extending to every fingertip, every toe, and every inch of his scalp!

Sears had experienced a great deal of trauma in his life. He could remain expressionless while his thigh was snapped, and he could endure the cleaning of strontium acid wounds on his face without a word. But facing the wave of heat pain he hadn’t experienced in a long time, the female suddenly tensed his body and let out a long, muffled cry of misery while biting the corner of the quilt!

“Ugh—!!!”

Because of the pain, his muscles began to twitch and spasm. Sears clenched his fist and smashed it violently against the wall in front of him!

A loud thud! A visible indentation appeared on the wall, along with a few spots of blood from his knuckles.

The little male outside likely heard something was wrong and knocked again. “Solas?”

Sears curled up on the bed, waiting until this wave of pain receded before his trembling hand picked up the translator to reply: “I’m fine. Stay away from here.”

Ah, I’m being hated by the female, the male outside thought.

Everett had expected this outcome, but being treated this way still made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Worrying about Solas being alone inside, he stayed outside the door for a long time. It wasn’t until his stomach growled that he left.

When he climbed back to the third level via the ladder, just as his head popped up, he heard a clatter, and a dark shadow zipped past his eyes.

Because it was too fast, Everett didn’t see it clearly; he only vaguely saw a tail dragging behind the shadow.

Wait, a tail?!

The other party wasn’t an insect?!

Everett quickly returned to the third-level breakroom to check. Sure enough, the door was wide open, and the things inside had been rifled through into a mess. Some cans were opened, and several empty cans were scattered on the floor.

It was the thief who stole the cans!

It seemed the other party was only afraid of the female; as soon as Solas left, they ran back to steal food again!

Though it was also his fault—a momentary lapse in judgment, forgetting to lock the door.

Everett originally wanted to tell Solas. But the female was clearly in no condition to come out and catch thieves right now.

Fortunately, this little thief looked like his IQ wasn’t very high.

So, the male set a trap in the open space of the third level.

Several opened meat cans were placed in the middle as bait, surrounded by a ring of his “noodle” mental power, any movement would be detected instantly. The other end was connected to a bag of flour above.

Who says flour is useless? Wasn’t it being used right now?

The rest was just waiting.

Everett patiently hid behind the crack of the door for several hours, his legs going numb from crouching. Just as he was about to fall asleep, his mental power suddenly twitched!

The little male immediately yanked the flour above, and a large bag of it spilled out directly. When he came out, he watched with wide eyes as a white, blurry mass quickly ran away.

And it didn’t even forget to steal the can!

Everett grabbed a prepared metal pipe and gave chase. By the time he turned the corner, the other’s figure had vanished.

Although his speed couldn’t match the other’s, the trail of flour along the way had already exposed the thief’s hiding place.

Everett quietly climbed onto a shelf and suddenly struck the top layer with the pipe. The white shadow was startled and screeched as it bolted out from the shadows.

The subsequent process was very much like a cat-and-mouse game. Relying on his height and the iron pipe in his hand, the male forced the agile white “mouse” into a corner step by step. It wasn’t until the other had nowhere to run and crouched there motionless that he saw what they looked like.

Surprisingly… it was a child? Or rather, an insect cub? Thin and small, covered in flour, looking only six or seven years old. But for some reason, there was a tail behind his buttocks.

Everett didn’t want to bully an insect cub, but theft was intolerable, so he asked fiercely: “Speak! Why are you stealing my cans?”

“Who’s stealing your cans! Those aren’t yours! They belong to the female big brother!” The insect cub hissed at him defiantly, baring two fangs, and the tail behind him arched up, held high above his head.

Only then did Everett realize it was a tail hook similar to a scorpion’s, with a sharp stinger at the end that looked quite threatening.

“The female you’re talking about is my slave. He and everything he owns belongs to me, so the stuff is mine too.”

The insect cub was a bit shocked. “You… you’re a male?!”

“How can there be a male as tall as you!”

Everett was quite satisfied with the fact that he was taller than most males.

“Taking without asking is stealing! Didn’t your elders teach you that?”

“Male father didn’t want me. Sub-female father is dead.”

Now it was Everett’s turn to feel guilty.

In the end, the little male led the dirty little insect cub to find Solas, wanting to ask him how to handle it.

But after knocking several times, there was no response inside except for a few muffled groans.

The insect cub’s nose twitched, sniffing the air. “Is the female brother in heat?”

“Yeah, you can smell that?”

“Aren’t you his master? Why aren’t you helping him?”

“Ah, well, although I am his master, we aren’t in that kind of relationship.”

Being asked such a thing by a child, Everett gave a slightly embarrassed smile. “I know he likes me, but we’ve only known each other for a short time…”

“Then do you hate him?”

“What?”

“A marked female in heat will die of pain if his master doesn’t help. Don’t you know that?”

At the same time, a thud came from inside the room. The female was hitting the wall again.

Everett’s smile froze on his face.

He thought the female was courting him, but in reality, the other… seemed to be crying out for help.

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