The Omega Becomes The Zerg Queen - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Hair Braiding

Suddenly, a splash of crimson burst into her field of vision.

In the corner bloomed a cluster of “flame roses”—a vintage European-style red gown with a delicate hollow-out design at the chest. At the neck were exquisite Chinese-style frog buttons, with dense Zerg-style patterns extending from the collar all the way to the cuffs and hem, interspersed with gold and black gemstones.

The dress featured slightly exaggerated split sleeves; the red fabric diverged at the elbow, falling into pleated points that merged with the flowing train. Unlike a conventional gown, this piece was paired with a snow-white fur cloak. The oppressive weight of the cloak tempered the vivid red, transforming what could have been gaudy into the arrogant grandeur of a high-ranking ruler.

She liked this one. It was proud, cold, magnificent, and disdainful. This was exactly how she imagined a Queen should look.

Su Lili walked toward the dress without taking her eyes off it. The people surrounding her instinctively stepped back to clear a path, kneeling on one knee and bowing their heads. They had to admit that when selecting these gowns, they had indeed harbored some selfish motives. Fortunately, while their King was beautiful and kind, she was not blind.

As subjects, they could not dictate the King’s choice; their duty was to present the finest options. This gown was indeed incomparably suitable.

However…

Several of them cast jealous glances at Ferran’s red eyes. Though they knew the King held no special preference for him, the slight similarity in color caused a bitter twinge of envy to ripple through everyone present.

The black muzzle hid the lower half of Ferran’s face, but it couldn’t hide his smiling eyes. He praised her softly: “My King, red suits you very well.”

“Mhm.”

Utterly unaware of the drama playing out in their hearts, Su Lili gave a casual response. Hearing this, the others practically ground their teeth to dust.

Ceral and Damian were the first to snap back to reality. There was no point in dwelling on what had already happened; what mattered was who would be closer to the King in the future. They believed that when it came to pleasing the King, they would never lose to the others.

“My King, please allow us to braid your hair.”

As attendants meticulously trained by the Temple, they held a natural advantage in caring for the Queen. Damian threw a provocative look at the other bugs. He reached out to gather the silk-like black hair. These clumsy, stupid bugs who only know how to slaughter beasts are only fit to stand by and watch us be intimate with the King.

But before he could savor his triumph for even a few seconds, his heart began to drum like a wild beast, and a metallic sweetness rushed into his nostrils.

What’s happening? Damian frowned and looked at Ceral.

The usually gentle and reserved Ceral was now flushed crimson. A trickle of blue blood—identical to Damian’s—trailed from his nose as he stared blankly at the Queen. Or more accurately, at the Queen’s chest.

The red gown’s hollow-out design, combined with the designer’s superb tailoring, perfectly framed the Queen’s exquisite collarbones and the soft, pale curves beneath. They rose and fell with her movements, like simmering milk spilling slightly over the edge of the collar.

Zerg vision is extraordinary. Damian could see the fine white peach fuzz on her skin and the faint, bluish veins beneath the porcelain surface.

“…”

Before the previous blood could be wiped clean, a fresh drop fell.

“Apologies!” Ceral and Damian covered their faces in unison and spun around.

“What’s wrong with them?”

Su Lili watched them with confusion. Their membranous wings were vibrating at high speed behind them, shedding colorful scales into the air like a dreamlike rain. The gown was wonderful, but the hem was far too wide. She had been struggling with the complex skirts, and just as she found a comfortable position, she saw that the two who had offered to braid her hair were now facing away from her.

“Young people… simply not steady enough,” Ferran mocked indifferently, his own face slightly flushed as he turned his head to the side.

“!!!”

The twins quickly tidied themselves and turned around to reclaim their honor, only to see Lucius take a step forward. The young man with long, pale-gold hair walked slowly to the Queen’s side, taking over their position.

“They are indisposed at the moment. Let me braid your hair, my King.”

Su Lili frowned. She didn’t understand Ferran’s subtext, but the broadcast was starting soon; this was no time for hesitation. She nodded to Lucius, signaling him to proceed.

Lucius, of course, had also seen that patch of rounded snow. He held his breath, carefully controlling his heartbeat. The hands that could pierce through Federation mecha without effort were now trembling slightly.

His long, white fingers wove through the soft black hair. He carefully braided the hair on either side of Su Lili’s forehead into long scorpion-tail braids, gathering them at the back of her head. The rest was styled into waves that cascaded smoothly to her waist. Once the base was done, he meticulously adorned the hair with round, milky-white pearls that reflected a soft luster from different angles.

Ferran knelt on one knee at the Queen’s feet, holding several pairs of high heels for her to choose from. Su Lili wasn’t used to having someone do this for her, but every time she remembered the man’s two-star loyalty, she managed to harden her heart.

This bug looks submissive, but deep down, he is a system-certified ‘Wolfish Ambition.’ What’s wrong with making him put on my shoes? It was a good way to test what was really going on with his loyalty.

Because he was kneeling, Ferran’s perspective was very low. He could see the girl’s snowy, jade-like toes peeking out from beneath the layered skirts. Perhaps because she was bored, her small toes swung back and forth in the air, the faint pink nails shimmering like pearls. They commanded his entire attention.

He took a few greedy breaths, unable to stop himself from leaning down to see more clearly. He wanted nothing more than to crawl beneath the Queen’s skirts and gaze his fill.

“Pa!”

Because he was leaning too close, Su Lili’s foot swung a bit too far, and her soft, pale sole pressed against the black metal muzzle.

The girl’s clean foot felt like soft jade. The sensation of the velvety skin sliding against the muzzle flashed across his face, accompanied by a faint, sweet fragrance. His tenuously maintained sanity was torn to shreds. Hidden behind the muzzle, Ferran opened his mouth wide and licked the gaps of the metal with a crimson tongue, desperate to capture more of the King’s scent in this manner.

The cold touch of the metal stimulated his tongue. Ferran half-closed his eyes, entranced, licking his lips as if to swallow every lingering trace of scent. His honey-chamber was burning hot.

The steam of desire rushed from his chest downward; his body reacted almost instantly. His well-tailored trousers were quite form-fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Su Lili felt like she had just kicked something cold and hard. She poked her head out from the layers of fabric.

“What’s wrong?”