Transmigrated into the Zerg Race: Didn't We Agree to Call Off the Engagement? - Chapter 7

Thoroughly integrated?

“Master,” Julian said.

They currently had no formal relationship. Julian calling him “Master” was merely a nickname laced with fantasy and suggestion.

Julian stood on his tiptoes, rubbing and pressing against Sirius’s lips with near devotion. “Can I really not come find you?”

The subtext in the male insect’s tone was hazy. After two brief kisses on the lips, he moved to bite and nuzzle Sirius’s jawline. He was enticing, flirting, and sighing as he guided Sirius back to that previous promise. “Do you want to possess me forever?”

But this time, Sirius did not answer. His gaze darkened as he gripped Julian’s waist, lowering his head to sniff the delicate skin of his neck and shoulder. Answering a question with a question, he sighed, “Who could be better than Julian?”

This was a virtual space, yet the sensations were truly transmitted: the warmth of breath and the smoothness of touch. Sirius called his name with deep affection. “Julian.”

Sirius fiddled with the chain on Julian’s shoulder. This outfit was very familiar; it differed from the fleet commander’s uniform by only a single color.

“You look good in this. Let me look at you a little longer.”

Julian submissively lay back, crushing a patch of flowers, though his eyes remained lingering and affectionate on Sirius’s face. The male stood over him, looking down. After Julian unbuttoned the uniform, he seemed shy under Sirius’s gaze. He turned his head away and tugged at the male’s hand.

Sirius followed his lead and fell into the flowers with him.

“Julian, is there any insect who makes me feel more relaxed than you?”

The male’s clothes remained neat, though slightly wrinkled. He sighed appreciatively as he picked up the two flowers, meticulously using his tail hook to smooth the sharp edges of the stems. “Wait for my return, Julian. Do not be too impatient. For now, we should not let your kindness go to waste.”

Julian trembled slightly and tried to avoid him, but Sirius barked a sharp command. “Do not move.”

Sirius leaned forward, passing behind Julian and resting his head on Julian’s shoulder. “I am arranging flowers. Did you not want me to relax? I am very relaxed now. Flower arrangement is truly an elegant art. I am very satisfied. What do you think?”

“Julian,” his voice trembled, “Julian is also very satisfied.”

“Heh,” Sirius chuckled softly. “That is good then.”

He picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and shook them lightly to brush off the dust. This was merely a stylistic imitation. Compared to a Captain’s uniform, it looked more like a First Officer’s because it was missing one chain and had an extra button.

This was rare. In films and literature, people usually imitated either standard uniforms or the Captain’s directly. Thus, this was not one of Julian’s acting costumes.

Julian had commissioned this himself. The craftsmanship was excellent and high quality; effort had been poured into every stitch. With the aid of Zerg technology, it likely took exactly three days to prepare.

“Julian, you know I like your clever side. Between you and Lex, who do you think I would choose?”

He asked sincerely, appearing genuinely conflicted. He aimlessly plucked a nearby flower, tore off the petals, and hand-fed them to Julian.

Julian froze in place.

He could not answer either. No S-rank male would choose an A-rank female to be his Female Monarch. He had only suggested it tentatively at first, originally intending to be a Female Attendant.

Sirius had rejected one request. If Julian acted spoiled a bit more, Sirius surely would not be stingy with an Attendant position. He could have asked this gentle male for even more.

But Sirius had promised more, and Julian’s desires grew accordingly.

Exiting the virtual space, Sirius closed his eyes. He gave his body a cursory wipe, changed into a bathrobe, and walked to the balcony to look out at the vast scenery below.

He lived high enough that the entirety of the planet was visible.

Dirt, sand, and stone created a dull and tedious view Sirius had looked at for several days. The once peaceful scenery now felt a bit more desolate.

There was no life left here. After the mining was finished, it had been abandoned in loneliness. Even though Zerg technology could easily restore it, no insect ever did.

Because there was no point, no value, and nothing to care.

Just like him. What was the point of his persistence? Who would care if an insect used to be human? Who would care what he was struggling for?

No one knew he was here, and no insect would understand him; they would only think he was strange.

So be it. He could not go back anyway. So be it. Had he not made up his mind when he promised Julian?

Forget the past. Pretend to be a real insect. He had done well before, and it would only get better.

He understood the Zerg very well now, did he not?

The room seemed to have grown cold.

Sirius lowered his head and walked to the bedside, grabbing a corner of the quilt and crawling in. He curled up, reaching out to pull the covers over his head.

But for some reason, the quilt moved on its own, shifting to the other side. Sirius grabbed the quilt and pulled harder toward himself. As he flipped the cover, he turned quickly to see a black, slender tail hook suspended in the air.

“Cyril!”

Sirius glared at the insect who had appeared out of nowhere, wearing a bathrobe and lying in his bed.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I just finished washing up in the guest room,” Cyril said.

Cyril kicked his legs nonchalantly, his toes pointing toward Sirius as they swung back and forth. His tail hook spun in circles in the air as he spoke with righteous confidence. “Honestly, it is a good thing I went to the guest room to wash; that is why I could come out so early. I did not expect you to be so slow. Who knows what you were doing in there.”

Sirius rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I meant that there are other rooms here. This is my room; you should stay in another one.”

“No way!” Cyril leaped up to a sitting position. “What if I fall asleep and some insect discovers me and sneaks in to kidnap me? The soundproofing here is so good that you would not even hear me if I called out. That would be terrible! It is better if we sleep together!”

Sirius closed his eyes and opened them again, having regained his usual indifference. “As you wish.”

Cyril did not know Sirius’s mood, nor did he care what was wrong. Thinking that Sirius had finally seen the light, he moved his pillow, lay down, and rolled over next to Sirius. He chuckled, then turned over contentedly to face up, snatching the quilt back.

“Why are you so far away? Move closer. What is with that expression? Why so gloomy, like you are unhappy?” Cyril sat up. “How hateful! How can there be such a hateful insect? Others want to be with me and I refuse them, yet I come to find you proactively and you give me this face.”

Sirius was already lying in the corner. Ever since Cyril approached, he kept moving his head toward the edge of the bed, looking like he wanted to stay as far away from Cyril as possible. Anyone would think he was repulsed.

Sirius sighed.

In Cyril’s eyes, Sirius was a female, S-rank at most. The two of them were a perfect match. Even though Sirius had not shown much affection, Cyril, a male, was being exceptionally proactive.

Given his current posture, it was only natural for Cyril to fly into a huff of embarrassment.

Sirius already had enough troubles; he did not want to argue over this.

With that in mind, Sirius moved back, lying flat about half a body’s width away. Only then was Cyril satisfied. He lay down properly, struggling to reach Sirius’s shoulder, awkwardly pulling him into an embrace.

“Cyril, my patience has limits,” Sirius warned him quite seriously.

He was not a male in the traditional sense, which meant that in Sirius’s eyes, males and females were essentially the same.

When he accepted Cyril following him, was he truly without selfish motives? It was just that he had not made up his mind then, but now, he had decided.

The Zerg were the best at seeking immediate pleasure.

Sirius looked at Cyril and gave him sincere advice, but Cyril did not speak. Clearly, he did not take Sirius’s warning to heart, merely wrapping his tail hook around Sirius’s wrist.

“I have already allowed you to serve me, yet you still say such things. Are you really a blockhead?”

Sirius said nothing. Seeing this, Cyril moved even closer, bumping directly into his chest. Zerg insects always possessed an unspeakable bluntness.

In theory, advanced technology should lead to advanced civilization. Yet, even though Zerg technology was almost unrivaled, their civilization seemed as though it had never been developed, retaining traits of barbarism, cruelty, greed, shortsightedness, and lust.

It was not normal.

Sirius rolled over, pinning Cyril down. The young male was clearly surprised, but only for a moment before he narrowed his eyes and wrapped his tail hook around Sirius’s waist, attempting to continue.

Sirius grabbed him, pulling the tail hook and wrapping it around Cyril’s own wrist. He gripped his struggling hands and tail, easily pinning them above Cyril’s head.

The tail hook was black. This was the first time Sirius had closely examined another male’s tail hook. Though he was not used to it, he had to admit it was extremely convenient for certain things; thus, to Sirius, the tail hook was something very private.

But clearly, Cyril did not think so. He treated the tail hook as a means of showing himself off, much like in the animal kingdom where males must display themselves to females.

Even though in Zerg social concepts there were more females than males, biological nature remained hard to change.

This was also a basis for the Broodmother Creation Theory. If it were evolution, why would such unsuitable habits be retained?

If it was a Broodmother Creation, then it probably had nothing to do with humans at all.

Sirius sighed, one hand holding Cyril’s meddling tail and hands, the other stroking his face.

He had washed himself very clean.

“Why are you tying me up? Are you going to be the proactive one now?” After the initial struggle, Cyril reacted quickly. He showed no fear or worry; if anything, he seemed excited.

Of course, it would never occur to him that the Sirius in front of him was a male. Likely even if Sirius shoved a tail hook into his mouth, Cyril would just foolishly wonder why he did not feel anything, or think it was just Sirius’s special preference.

Sirius looked at him and slowly leaned in. Cyril’s eyelashes fluttered quickly; it seemed he was not the old hand Sirius had imagined.

Sirius stopped mid-air. The tail hook he had quietly revealed just now retracted once more.

“Cyril, I have changed my mind. We are leaving now.”

It was not that he felt pity; it was that he felt male-on-male romance should not exist among the Zerg. Since he was an insect, he should not be with a male, right?

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