Transmigrated into the Zerg Race: Didn't We Agree to Call Off the Engagement? - Chapter 21

“Let me show you a play.”

Cold white light dispersed evenly through the air from massive crystal chandeliers that were blindingly bright, illuminating the entire hall as if it were broad daylight. Yet, the moment the red-haired female insect stepped into the banquet hall, the light in the entire room unexpectedly seemed to converge upon his body alone.

He walked in from the entrance one step at a time. His pace was deliberate, and his stride was moderate. It felt perfectly normal, yet inexplicably, he exuded a sense of extraordinary charisma.

It was a distinct and singular charm.

Sirius lowered his gaze, focusing on those straight, sturdy legs. The tight trousers accentuated the smooth lines of his calves to the fullest. With every step, he fully mobilized every muscle, including the glutes.

Sirius was pointlessly reminded of that tree hollow.

Back then, Victor had been collapsed prone on the bed. Sirius, satisfied only with the result he had obtained, ignored everything else and left of his own accord. He left Victor there alone. Victor must have cleaned up the place himself, but how did he handle his own condition?

Sirius remembered that Victor had not brought anything with him at the time. How did he clean himself up? Or did he not clean up at all? Did he stay there with marks all over his body, wearing his old, dirty clothes while prone on the bed to tidy up the scene?

Or perhaps he had returned to the temporary camp in such a state, possibly encountering other military insects on the way, pretending nothing had happened. Did he silently change his clothes behind their backs and then hurry back to clear the area?

Sirius let out a breath and casually picked up a wine glass from beside him. He drained it in one gulp, handed it back to a nearby robot, and walked straight toward Victor.

He had just been standing beside the Chairman, unintentionally surrounded by the crowd as the center of attention. Unsurprisingly, Victor had noticed him there. Now, as Sirius moved, the gaze of the crowd inevitably began to shift with him.

Victor pressed his legs tightly together.

“Victor,” Sirius called out the female insect’s name gently with a smile on his face, raising his glass to him. “I am Sirius, the current Secretary-General of the Council, temporarily responsible for the handover matters with the Sixth Fleet. It is a pleasure to meet you for the first time.”

Sirius’s acting was truly impeccable. Had it not been for the deliberate emphasis he placed on the word “first,” Victor might have doubted if he had recognized the wrong person. However, he would never forget that face, that voice, and the sensations they brought.

He squeezed his legs together even harder.

Behind Sirius, even though he had lost the attention of most of the crowd, the Chairman did not seem to mind. Watching the two insects converse as if no one else existed, he exchanged a knowing smile with a nearby council member.

As expected, how could such a starved female insect resist the temptation of a male? It seemed their previous approach was correct: they had deliberately given him the cold shoulder.

Indeed, Victor’s previous lack of suitors was the result of intentional manipulation by the Council’s males. They had deliberately fostered an impression among all high-ranking males that Victor was terrifying and loathsome, suggesting that every high-ranking male should despise him. Clearly, they had been successful.

If Victor was indeed lured and tamed by Sirius, it would prove that the same method could be used on other female insects. As long as they were deprived of a male’s soothing for long enough, they would eventually break. Then, a reliable male would be sent to approach them.

“Hahaha, Sirius is truly young and promising, isn’t he?”

“Indeed, indeed. The Chairman certainly knows how to choose them.”

“Quite right, quite right.”

The Chairman ushered several insects to sit down. As the council members gathered, they were soon surrounded by a constant stream of females and males. Naturally, they lost the opportunity to observe Sirius. This, in turn, gave Sirius the chance to monitor them.

He had not forgotten that he still had important business to attend to.

With his mental power swirling around the council members, Sirius took the initiative to grab Victor’s hand, pulling him away. The female insect immediately became alert, quickly shaking off Sirius’s hand and looking at him defensively. “Your Excellency, what are you doing?”

Sirius froze for a moment, his hand suspended in mid-air. Victor glanced down and, seemingly realizing his reaction was too agitated, moved a step away from Sirius. “My apologies, Your Excellency. It was a bit of a reflex. I hope I did not hurt you.”

Sirius withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened and tilted his head. “It is fine. Of course you did not hurt me, and there is no need to apologize. I was the one being abrupt, was I not?”

“It is just that I thought you would want to speak with me in private. Here,” Sirius looked around, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Victor’s lower body, “do you enjoy being in crowded places?”

The male insect only spoke half the thought, not specifying what they would do in a crowded place, but Victor immediately associated it with the previous incident. His face tightened instantly. He stared at Sirius for a long time before finally nodding, letting out a seemingly reluctant grunt. “Then where does Your Excellency wish to go?”

The two insects left the banquet hall quietly. At that moment, the strand of mental power began to move. Slowly and tentatively, it entwined itself around a yellow-haired male council member.

The member startled, his eyes gradually becoming glazed.

Sirius smiled faintly and came to a halt.

Victor pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly, looking displeased. “Your Excellency inexplicably wanted to be in a tree hollow before. Do you want to be outdoors today?”

“Allow me to remind you, this is the Chairman’s manor. It is best not to be too arrogant.”

Sirius had been immersed in the clever use of his mental power, and when he snapped back to reality, he was caught off guard by Victor’s words. Did Victor think he wanted that?

“So, what you are saying is, as long as it is not here, anywhere else is fine?”

The female insect did not answer. He only stared straight at Sirius with an expression that suggested he had no choice but to agree against his will.

Sirius did not make things difficult for him. He simply glanced at the muscles Victor was subconsciously tensing and shrugged casually. “Why look at me like that? I said I would let you go, so naturally, I will not touch you randomly.”

“If you have the ability, you can find any male you like. Though, whether they will be as easy to talk to as I am, I would not know.”

As he spoke, Sirius’s hand was already tracing circles around the female’s waist and abdomen. His palm moved upward, passing over the pectoral muscles, and finally rested on the arm.

“Are you nervous? Or,” within the female insect’s slightly dilated pupils, Sirius leaned in closer, “or are you expecting something, dear Commander?”

Every inch of Victor’s body radiated an aura that told everyone from a distance: this is a fully ripened fruit, sweet and delicious, ready to be plucked.

After patting the elastic muscles behind the female insect, Sirius quickly stepped back. Victor, remaining in place, looked as if he had experienced something unbearable. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were watery, and his lips were slightly parted. He stood there dazed, his calves visibly trembling.

“Ha.” It was very interesting.

He was likely the first hundred-year-old SSS-class female insect who still did not have a fixed male partner.

Faced with such a strong physical reaction, Sirius wondered if the great Captain felt any regret. Surely a high-level male like him should have caught Victor’s eye back then.

As a young and ambitious female insect, Victor would never have cared for the position of a male insect’s attendant. He would have been eager to find a way to trade his status for benefits. But now that no male was willing to accept him, he was instead suffering from the torment of his own hormones.

“You, what exactly do you want me to do? Are you just watching me to make a joke of it?” After the unpleasant interaction, Victor pulled his legs back together. His expression was not great, but the redness on his cheeks softened the severity of his questioning.

Sirius did not answer Victor immediately. His smile deepened as his gaze moved past Victor’s shoulder, “looking” through the walls at the scene inside the banquet hall.

“Do not be in such a hurry, Commander,” he drawled softly, leaning in again. His gaze moved slowly to Victor’s face, and his fingertips brushed almost imperceptibly against Victor’s burning earlobe. “First, let me show you a play.”

At that exact moment, a strange change occurred inside the banquet hall.

The yellow-haired council member, the Chairman’s chief lackey, was supposed to warm up the crowd before the Chairman’s speech. However, halfway through his introduction of the Chairman, it was as if someone had pressed a pause button.

He stopped, and the smile on his face froze, replaced by an expression of sheer panic.

“No, it is not,” he gasped, a broken sound escaping his throat. He could feel an alien mental power mixing with his own. It was strong and aggressive, attempting to take control. He struggled to stop it, exerting all his strength, but his efforts were ultimately in vain.

He uncontrollably turned his head and, with an almost pathological, cloying gaze, stared longingly at the Chairman in the main seat. “My dear, you are so perfect. I cannot imagine how obsessed I am with you.”

“Even the darkest matters, embezzling military relief funds, suppressing female insects, plotting against other males, whatever it is, as long as you need it, I will do anything. If only you would look at me once, if only you would…”

He was silenced as the Chairman’s security guards covered his mouth.

The Chairman threw aside his shattered wine glass, ignoring the blood on his hand. He stood up, his face ashen, with undisguised rage and disgust in his eyes. Several council members standing near the Chairman frowned simultaneously, casting suspicious glances back and forth between the two insects.

The entire banquet hall fell silent instantly. No one spoke. Sirius “watched” everything with satisfaction and withdrew his mental power. As soon as the interference vanished, the yellow-haired council member looked exhausted. He staggered a few steps, his face as pale as paper.

He looked around blankly at the strange stares and the Chairman’s cold back. He quickly realized what had happened and struggled to look at the Chairman, wanting to explain that he had been controlled by something mysterious, but the Chairman gave him no such opportunity.

Sirius casually patted Victor’s face. “Let’s go, Commander. Let us go back and take a look.”

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