After Transmigrating, I Raised Cubs in the Insectoid Clan - Chapter 11

Suter’s voice was soft, yet it caused the temperature in the examination room to plummet as if by several degrees.

His fingers remained as steady as a rock. The blade maintained a precise amount of pressure, ensuring it would not truly wound his opponent while leaving no doubt that he could deliver a fatal strike at any moment.

Engels’ glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, yet he did not dare raise a hand to adjust them. He reached into the pocket of his white lab coat, pulled out a light-brain, and handed it over with trembling hands.

Suter took the device. With the fingers of one hand, he rapidly inputted a string of digits on the screen. However, every time the call was placed, he was met only with the mechanical buzzing of the insectoid network. Each time that mechanical buzz sounded, the warmth in Suter’s eyes dropped further. The blue light from the screen reflected off his pale face, illuminating the subtle shifts in his expression as his lips pressed into a hard, thin line.

The air in the room seemed to solidify along with his expression, and even the sound of breathing became cautious.

Finally, the notification for an automatic disconnection sounded. Suter’s finger hovered over the screen as he stared at the red “unconnected” icon with a gaze cold enough to turn to ice.

The freezing blade remained pressed against Engels’ carotid artery. Suter leaned down slowly, his silver hair falling forward and casting a shadow over the doctor’s terrified eyes. They were so close that he could see the texture of the man’s skin. A wave of heat from Suter’s body, mixed with a faint scent of soap, washed over the doctor.

With an elegant motion, Suter tucked the light-brain back into Engels’ chest pocket and patted the man’s heart twice through the fabric of the white coat. This seemingly casual gesture caused cold sweat to soak through the back of Engels’ shirt.

“Alright,” Suter’s voice dropped low, sounding like a snake’s hiss. “Now, tell me about the major events that have happened these past few years, at least the ones you can remember.”

Every word sounded as if it had been retrieved from an ice cellar, carrying a bone-chilling frost. His thumb suddenly brushed against the spine of the blade, causing the metal to emit a faint hum as if it were on the verge of snapping under the pressure.

“You had better keep those little schemes to yourself.”

The lights in the examination room flickered suddenly, casting eerie shadows across Suter’s sharp profile.

“And do not even think about running to anyone to complain.”

Before the last syllable could fade, the scalpel flashed with a cold light, shearing off a lock of Engels’ hair at the temple. As the hair drifted slowly to the ground, a cold, mirthless arc curved at the corner of Suter’s mouth. “Otherwise,” he added.

He deliberately drew out the final word. It echoed softly in the silent room like a dull knife slowly carving through Engels’ frayed nerves. Suter flipped the blade, pressing the hilt against Engels’ chin and forcing him to look up. The metallic chill pierced through the skin and straight to the marrow. The hilt slid slowly along the jawline, finally coming to rest against the Adam’s apple.

The hum of the medical equipment had stopped at some point, and the entire space fell into a deathly silence.

After Suter went in for his check-up, Saimu went back to the hospital lobby to register for a specialist appointment.

To avoid detection, he used a fake name and disguised his identity as a female insect. He turned his collar up high, but while waiting for his number to be called outside the consultation room, Saimu could still feel gazes coming from all directions. Those looks, some blatant and others subtle, pricked him like countless tiny needles.

Not far away, two young females in nurse uniforms pretended to organize medical records, yet they frequently stole glances in his direction.

“Oh my god, that is a Lord Male.”

“Keep your voice down! Do not look so excited, and try to be dignified!”

“But he is really handsome.”

“For the Insect God’s sake, can you look at something other than his face?”

“I cannot.”

Soon, Saimu’s number was called. “Number 78, are you here?”

Saimu raised his hand.

The nurse at the front desk pointed toward the room at the very end of the hall. Her voice was so gentle it was almost syrupy as she said, “The consultation room is the one at the very end.”

Saimu thanked her and walked quickly toward it. The door to the consultation room was pushed open with a slight creak. The smell of disinfectant rushed out, even stronger than it had been in the hallway.

The doctor was standing at the sink with his back to the door. The water was running loudly as he rubbed his long fingers repeatedly under the stream. A light blue medical mask covered most of his face, leaving only downcast eyes visible. Thick eyelashes cast shadows beneath them, conveniently hiding obvious dark circles.

“Where are you feeling unwell?” the doctor’s voice came through the mask, sounding noticeably tired and raspy. He turned off the faucet and shook the water from his hands, droplets splattering across the tiled floor.

Saimu placed a brand-new medical record book on the desk. The paper hit the surface with a soft thud.

“Actually, it is not for me, it is for my cub,” Saimu paused, choosing his words carefully.

He did not want anyone to know that Suter had been forcibly matched by a male using despicable means. Once Suter regained his clarity, they would eventually have to dissolve this abnormal relationship. As he was thinking, he lowered his head. His nape, which had been covered by his collar earlier, was exposed. It was perfectly smooth and unmarked.

The doctor’s fountain pen paused on the paper, and the ink bloomed into a small black spot. He looked up, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes behind his glasses, though he quickly regained his professional composure.

“When he was sleeping last night,” Saimu’s voice instinctively softened. His gaze fell on the wall clock as he recalled the scene. “I found him shivering in my arms.”

He paused again. “Even though it was only for a short time, I am still a bit worried. His spiritual sea was injured before. Could it be related to that?”

The light in the consultation room was sliced into thin golden strips by the blinds, swaying gently in the breeze. The doctor’s pen moved rapidly across the paper, creating a dense scratching sound. Instead of answering immediately, the doctor continued to ask, “Are there any other symptoms? For example, did he tell you specifically where it hurts?”

“No, he is not very willing to talk to me about these things,” Saimu said with a hint of helplessness.

In his memory, little Suter was like an open book. Those emerald eyes would sparkle when he ate sweets and cloud over when he was rejected. But the youth standing before him now had locked all his emotions beneath a frozen lake.

By Saimu’s rough count, in the few hours since waking up this morning, Suter’s gaze had drifted toward the window no less than ten times. His fingers would unconsciously rub his empty wrist, his expression solemn as if he were deep in thought.

Saimu did not want to cage this fledgling eagle whose wings were growing. On the contrary, he wanted Suter to soar freely more than anyone else. But the prerequisite for that was ensuring those invisible, lingering injuries would not suddenly flare up in the middle of the night.

He knew too little about the bodies of female insects. Although Suter’s external wounds had healed rapidly after the removal of the inhibitor ring, he was like a seemingly dormant volcano. No one knew if dangerous magma was still surging deep within.

The adolescent Suter was far more wary than his childhood self, which gave Saimu a headache. It had taken some time to convince him to agree to an examination. Now, sitting before the doctor, Saimu only hoped to get a clear direction from a professional. At the very least, he needed to know the cause of Suter’s condition and the proper treatment.

Hearing his answer, the doctor paused. “Then, what about others? For example, his Male Father. Does he know anything?”

Saimu’s spine stiffened instantly, and his fingers unconsciously gripped his knees. He had not forgotten that his current identity was Suter’s female father, a female insect. He shook his head, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to maintain a calm expression. “I am not quite sure.”

The rest of the consultation was like a cautious tango. Saimu gave the most accurate answers possible based on his two days with Suter. When a question exceeded his knowledge, he simply shook his head.

“The self-healing ability of a military insect is extremely strong, so this situation is not common,” the doctor finally said as he set down his pen. He pushed up his glasses. “I suggest he undergo spiritual sea soothing.”

“Soothing?” Saimu’s voice tightened.

He recalled the information he had looked up on the light-brain. Spiritual soothing was divided into two types. The first was conventional soothing, where a male released pheromones to calm a female’s agitated spiritual sea. This method was slow, like using a dropper to water parched land. The low-grade males working in soothing centers produced pheromones so thin they were like watered-down wine, often requiring multiple sessions to be effective. More dangerously, if the rank difference between the male and female was too great, low-grade pheromones could actually trigger a female’s mania, causing even more severe damage.

The second method was through matching. This method had fewer restrictions and was relatively safer. It was how most females obtained high concentrations of pheromones. A male’s bodily fluids contained high concentrations of pheromones, which many males used as leverage to force females into wearing humiliating inhibitors. Those cold metal rings were like shackles placed on a wild beast.

There was also a unique method Saimu had discovered by chance while organizing the letters left behind by Saren in the study. The letters mentioned something else that could provide strong soothing for a female, similar to bodily fluids, which was blood.

“I tentatively suspect it is a sequela of spiritual power disorder, but for the specific situation, you will need to bring him here for a detailed examination.”

Saimu nodded and said, “He is already doing it. I selected every examination item the hospital offers. That way, the results should be quite reliable.”

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