After Transmigrating, I Raised Cubs in the Insectoid Clan - Chapter 3

The interior of the flight vehicle was filled with the characteristic scent of new leather, blended with a faint, clean fragrance from Samuel. It was a simple scent, yet strangely pleasant.

Suter curled up in the passenger seat, his silver hair falling to cover half his face. Through the gaps in his hair, he silently observed the male outside the window. As Samuel walked toward him, the sunlight danced on the tips of his hair, outlining a soft, golden halo.

“See? I told you it would not take long.”

Suter tilted his head to look at him for a moment before turning away with feigned indifference. Samuel pulled open the car door. The stray hairs on his forehead were slightly damp from a light jog, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. This was extremely rare among high-level males of the Zerg, who typically maintained a flawless mask using expensive skincare.

“You were very good just now, sitting in the car without moving around.”

Suter felt a candy being pressed into his palm, its colorful wrapper glinting cheaply in the sun. He instinctively curled his fingers, hearing the wrapper let out a faint rustle in his hand. Such commoner food was contraband in the military, as it was thought to interfere with a military female’s keen sense of taste.

“Since you were good, this is your reward.”

Suter pursed his lips, thinking it a foolish trick. Samuel’s palm came down onto the top of his head. Suter’s muscles tensed instantly before he forced himself to relax. Such intimate touching was often the prelude to punishment, yet the male before him seemed to be stroking him gently out of genuine affection.

He moved toward the window without a word. He did not eat the candy; instead, he hid it in a secret pocket in his sleeve. Hidden there was a sharp blade. As long as Samuel showed a single sign of abnormality, he would act.

But this male was abnormal in every way, which made Suter hesitate to act rashly. Through the porthole, Suter saw his own reflection: a pale, weak, regressed female. Samuel leaned over to fasten his seatbelt, telling him that as long as he was in the vehicle, he must remember to take safety precautions, even in the back seat. Samuel’s expression was so serious it was almost comical. Suter watched blankly as Samuel’s eyelashes fluttered while he spoke. The long lashes cast a small, dark shadow under his eyes, adding a touch of melancholic gray to his gentle face.

Suter noticed a faint pink scar on the inside of Samuel’s wrist. He deliberately responded in the soft tone characteristic of the regression period, satisfied to see a flash of pity in the male’s eyes. Consequently, his head was stroked once more.

Samuel’s newly purchased villa was located in the most expensive residential area of the Imperial Star, specifically chosen for its proximity to an ecological park. The three-story white building was surrounded by meticulously manicured greenery. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were rolling artificial hills, and in the distance, a shimmering artificial lake.

It was currently dusk, and the afterglow of the sunset painted the entire house in a warm, honey-like hue. Samuel carefully parked the flight vehicle in the garage. His operation was not very skillful; he tried to imagine the vehicle as a car. The metal door lowered slowly with a faint hum. He got out, walked to the passenger side, and opened the door.

“We’re home.”

Samuel’s voice softened subconsciously as he gently picked him up. A cub in the regression period was very small, easily held with one hand. This was a stark contrast to the spirited image of Suter that Samuel had seen on television.

That had been a recording of Suter at a decoration ceremony. The young Admiral wore a crisp black military uniform, every inch tailored perfectly to his tall, straight frame. His silver hair was tied meticulously behind his head, revealing a sharp jawline. Medals reflected a cold light on his chest. The proportions of his broad shoulders and narrow waist were perfect, the waistline cinched by a leather belt, and his long, powerful calves encased in military boots.

His posture possessed the uprightness of a soldier, yet it was more elegant and composed than that of an ordinary military female. Most captivating of all were those eyes. Under the harsh lights of the podium, the dark green irises took on a nearly transparent quality. His expression was so calm it bordered on cold, like a rare aurora at the poles. Countless people chased that gaze, wanting to record the most beautiful moment, yet only catching a fleeting glimpse of a miracle dropped by the Creator.

Now, the owner of those dark green eyes, which made countless people obsessed, fearful, or fawning, was leaning drowsily against Samuel’s shoulder with half-closed eyes. The sunlight fell on his eyelashes, casting fragmented shadows. He tilted his head slightly, his nose accidentally brushing against the side of Samuel’s neck. His breath was somewhat hot, like that of a large feline.

Entering the foyer, the smart home system activated immediately, and soft lights turned on one by one. Samuel told him this was home. Suter repeated the word home in a soft voice, his tone rising slightly as he surveyed the interior furnishings with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

“Are you cold?”

Samuel raised the temperature of the air conditioner and brought a fleece blanket to wrap around Suter’s small frame. Suter curled up quietly at the edge of the sofa, his fingertips tugging at the edge of the blanket. He rubbed his head against the fleece, letting out a small, cheerful laugh before quickly covering his mouth. Samuel’s heart turned to mush.

“This is uncomfortable to wear. Shall we take it off?” Samuel asked softly.

According to the previous inspectors, Suter’s current condition was not optimistic; he could cause harm to himself or those around him at any time. The Protection Association had fitted him with a high-spec monitoring inhibitor, which restricted his personal movements in almost every way. This had one benefit: Suter could do nothing. He struggled even to walk, let alone harm someone.

At the same time, his wounds and mental state would worsen due to the inhibitor. Samuel’s fingertips hovered over the device, not touching it rashly. The pitch-black metal ring tightly gripped Suter’s slender neck, the edges already worn into bloody marks.

“If we take it off, it will be much more comfortable, and the wounds won’t hurt.” Seeing that Suter did not speak, Samuel thought he had not been clear. “Wearing this is bad for your body. Let’s take it off and replace it with something good for you.”

Samuel took a prepared strawberry pendant from his pocket. The pink crystal glinted with a childish pink light. Suter’s gaze lingered on this ridiculous accessory for a few seconds. He did not know where this male had gathered such absurd information. How could he possibly like something so… childish?

Samuel assumed he had agreed and gently placed his finger on the inhibitor’s buckle. At that moment, Suter suddenly reached up and grasped his wrist, the strength perfectly controlled. It was soft enough not to expose his true situation, yet firm enough to prevent this seemingly ulterior-motived male from continuing.

“It will hurt you.”

This was not entirely a lie. The moment the inhibitor was released, rampaging mental power could indeed tear nearby living beings apart. To his surprise, Samuel grasped his hand back. Without any protective measures, he was making bare contact with a military female who could riot at any second. Furthermore, he was about to remove the last barrier protecting him. Suter found him difficult to read.

Samuel smiled tenderly, his warm palm covering the back of Suter’s hand. “I trust you. You won’t.”

The dark green eyes stared at him for a while. Suter neither spoke nor moved, allowing Samuel to remove the inhibitor and clumsily put on the small strawberry pendant. The fumbling movements caused the chain to sway gently. Suter felt an itch on his neck that made him uncomfortable. He lowered his head, resting his forehead against Samuel’s shoulder. His legs swayed, rubbing against Samuel’s clean trousers and quickly staining a small patch.

However, the other person seemed not to notice, still focusing intently on trying to align the buckle perfectly. For a split second, Suter wanted to tear off this ridiculous disguise to see what was truly hidden beneath the mask of this abnormal male.

“Done!”

Samuel stepped back to admire his handiwork, letting out a sigh of relief as sweat beaded on his forehead from the effort. The temperature in the room was high, but fearing Suter might catch a cold, he could only endure it for now.

He did not notice that Suter’s gaze followed that drop of sweat, his dark green eyes swirling with complex emotions. Suter had retracted all his feelings, looking down at the pendant on his chest. His long lashes were lowered. After a long time, he shifted his gaze to the removed inhibitor ring he was toying with in his hand. His index finger stroked it, occasionally trembling in a rhythmic pattern.

He sent out a command: Action postponed.

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