The Omega Becomes The Zerg Queen - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Wild Dog

“Forgive me, I have overstepped.”

Phelan, who had just raised his head, lowered it once more. His semi-long, slightly curly black hair shielded his face again.

The bottom of the Black Realm was an unchanging abyss of darkness. The thick gloom wrapped around Phelan, making him look as if he were about to be swallowed by the dark—or perhaps, as if he had long since merged with it.

In the heavy silence, his voice sounded increasingly self-deprecating and sorrowful.

“A Zerg like me, with a shattered mental sea… what right do I have to approach the King?” The young man’s deep, elegant voice trembled with an uncontrollable shudder as he plucked up the courage to defend himself. “But the Bee-type ‘brews honey’ for another. It requires strong emotions and physical interaction with the recipient. The more intense the emotions and the more intimate the interaction, the higher the grade of the honey, and the greater the yield.”

His voice suddenly rose, filled with fanatical longing. “I want to brew the best and most abundant honey for the King.”

The reason sounded logical and well-founded. His humble posture made Lucius’s previous questioning seem cold and heartless.

Lucius, however, knit his brows, becoming even more stern: “Are you suggesting your feelings for the King are not intense enough?”

“No… of course not…” Phelan looked helplessly at Su Lili, his eyes glistening with tears. In his panic, he almost lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. “King…”

“Enough,” Su Lili interrupted.

Her usually soft voice now carried a faint, undeniable majesty.

Her gaze swept over the two men before settling on Phelan. “I will take you out.”

Professionally speaking, she did indeed need this “honey brewing.” Personally, she needed to unlock this character card. Keeping him by her side was undoubtedly the safest move for now.

However…

Su Lili took a step forward and tilted her chin up. The only overhead light in the Black Realm shone on her face, making her skin appear flawlessly white, like a merciful goddess. Her black pearl-like eyes focused on him with scrutiny and inquiry.

“But you must wear your bite guard, and you must wear the suppression chains. Is that acceptable?”

On the way here, Lucius had explained that in moments of necessity, these items could suppress ninety percent of his mobility.

Hearing this, Phelan revealed a gentle smile: “Of course, Your Majesty.”

Lucius contacted the Black Realm management to release Phelan’s restrictions. The pitch-black, snake-like chains slithered off the man’s body. Long-term imprisonment had not diminished his abilities; his toes lightly touched the ground as he descended gracefully.

A gap opened in the darkness, and several mechanical arms pushed a tray out from the wall. On it lay the pitch-black metal suppression chains.

Zephyros took a step forward, picking up the restraints to put them on Phelan.

“I’ll do it.”

Su Lili reached out to take them. She remembered what Phelan had said—that a certain amount of physical contact was needed for the “honey” to be pure.

The suppression chains consisted of several metal rings for the neck, wrists, waist, and ankles, connected by chains of the same material. According to Lucius, this was the only special metal in the entire universe capable of suppressing the physical strength of a High Zerg.

Su Lili picked up the neck collar and gently slid it over the man’s neck. This special metal was quite heavy; she had to exert some effort to snap it shut.

Her pale fingertips accidentally brushed against the man’s pallid skin. She felt him shudder, and his expression flickered with a moment of distortion. But quickly, he regained that gentle, harmless look.

Phelan raised his hand to cover her slender palm. His voice, elegant as a cello, whispered in her ear.

“Like this, King.”

So hot.

That was Su Lili’s first impression. The girl’s small, pinkish-white hand was enveloped by the man’s large, well-defined hand as he helped her apply leverage.

Unlike his cold, pale skin, a searing heat—hot as magma—poured from his palm. It was like a wall of flame surrounding her. She instinctively curled her fingers, but the young man gripped her hand more firmly, with an intensity that brooked no refusal.

Fortunately, he let go as soon as the collar clicked shut. His momentary assertiveness felt like an illusion. Phelan curled his lips at her and smiled. “There, King.”

“Mm,” Su Lili murmured in response, continuing to fasten the metal rings. Inadvertently, she noticed a strange protrusion at the center of his collarbones, like a tiny hill.

“What is that?” she asked curiously.

“It is my honey chamber, King.”

Phelan puffed out his chest. His pale, defined pectoral muscles rose and fell, like a lamb offering itself for sacrifice. The light-pink mound stood exquisitely between his collarbones, resembling a unique gemstone ornament or a totem.

Su Lili stared intently at this strange structure. Under her gaze, Phelan’s entire body went stiff, like a tensed bowstring. Beneath his skin, the deep red inner walls of the chamber contracted rhythmically with his breathing.

Su Lili couldn’t resist. She reached out and touched it.

“Nngh—”

The tender pink honey chamber quivered at her touch. Phelan couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, a crimson flush spreading across his pale face.

He lowered his eyes, which looked wet and somewhat pitiful, and said cautiously: “King, a Bee-type’s honey chamber is very sensitive.”

He paused, then as if gathering courage, he shyly hovered his hand near hers, keeping it suspended next to the chamber. “If the King likes it… I am ready now.”

Su Lili withdrew her hand and didn’t touch it again. Ultimately, she had just been curious. To her, it seemed a bit like an ABO gland, yet subtly different.

“Is your ‘honey’ produced from here?”

Seeing the girl withdraw her hand so decisively, Phelan licked his back teeth, feeling a hint of disappointment. He hadn’t lied; a Bee-type’s honey chamber was indeed sensitive. If anyone else had touched it, they might not have made it two steps away from him.

But if it was the King…

His face reddened slightly. For him, that was a grinding, exquisite pleasure.

Facing the King’s inquiry, he nodded. “But there is none yet. It takes time for a Bee-type to brew honey.”

Su Lili gave a small “mm” of acknowledgement and continued putting on the suppression chains. The black metal rings fit tightly against the man’s limbs, outlining his impressive muscle lines. Against his superior physique, they didn’t look cramped; instead, they looked like a piece of specialized, aesthetic ornamentation.

The controller for these chains was a ring made of the same material. After Su Lili entered her genetic data, the black ring fit snugly on her middle finger.

She rubbed the ring at the base of her finger and looked up at Phelan’s moist, gentle eyes. For a moment, she had the illusion that she was raising a black Doberman.

This ancient Earth breed was famous for its tall, powerful appearance and high obedience, but owners knew that beneath the handsome exterior lay a large, “whining” baby prone to separation anxiety.

Of course, even with the switch in her hand—knowing that if she just pressed the button on the ring, the specialized metal chains would bind Phelan’s entire body and render him immobile—she hadn’t forgotten the facts.

On the system panel, this Zerg’s loyalty was only at two stars.

He was never a loyal guard dog. He was a wild dog, watching from the shadows, waiting for his chance.