Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Emperor Star Broadcasting Station.

This was the most authoritative broadcasting center across the entire Emperor Star, responsible for reporting interstellar news.

Lu Wei was used to calling it a television station, even though they no longer used such outdated technology here.

In comparison to Earth, this place would be equivalent to a noble among media institutions, so prestigious that it could be glorified and celebrated with banners upon returning home.

On the first floor, there was an impressive identity verification system.

Lu Wei deliberately displayed his staff ID as he entered, and the system displayed: "Lu Wei, verification successful."

With a thrilled heart and trembling hands!

A wish unfulfilled on Earth had finally come true! He'd done it on another planet!

Finally, something good had happened!

Not two steps in, a neatly dressed gentleman, who appeared to hold a high-ranking position, approached them.

He bowed slightly and extended his hand. "Hello, hello. I'm the head of the department here."

Lu Wei hesitantly shook his hand. "I'm Lu Wei."

"I know! You can just call me Markov!"

As a leader, Markov was greeted by people along their way.

Eventually, they arrived at an office.

With a ingratiating smile on his face, Markov said, "Little Lu, you'll be staying right here."

Lu Wei glanced at the spot. It was situated at the very back of the office, a perfect location that wouldn't be noticed even if superiors were making rounds.

A paradise for slacking off!

Flipping his ID card over, Lu Wei asked, "What about my regular tasks?"

Markov wiped his brow. "Well, that's up to you."

This was one of His Majesty's people, and the Emperor had even taken the time to smooth things over today. Whoever made him do actual work would have to be out of their mind.

Lu Wei was sincerely grateful to the world.

This was his reward for never carelessly mixing bulk rice with other bulk beans in the supermarket for over two decades!

Amen.

Sitting down at his workstation, Lu Wei asked, "So, what should I do today?"

Markov smiled politely. "You could knit a sweater for His Majesty, make a unity knot, or even folded paper hearts."

Lu Wei: ...It wasn't completely unrelated to work, but it was certainly not what he was expecting.

Who on earth would want to make such nauseating things for that dog of an Emperor?

But he had already represented the TV station's stance – they were all about letting Lu Wei do whatever he wanted.

In that case, he couldn't be blamed for being impolite.

Lu Wei launched the virtual reality game.

Interstellar Warship, engage!

Markov observed the young man discreetly from the side.

He was the first associated donor since His Majesty ascended to the throne, and Markov had heard plenty of gossip, knowing that the other party was a commoner. Now, he found the young man rather handsome and cheerful, but didn't detect anything extraordinary.

Markov rubbed his hands together. "Mr. Lu, take your time getting used to things here. Call me anytime if you need anything, alright?"

Taking advantage of a lull in the game, Lu Wei gave him an 'OK' gesture.

Not understanding the gesture, Markov left with a heart full of questions.

Still concerned, Markov added, "If you can't find me, feel free to ask any of the staff here."

"Stop fussing, relax," Lu Wei waved dismissively.

In his heart, Markov thought, it wasn't about whether you're causing trouble or not; this is someone the Emperor personally mentioned, practically equivalent to a golden Buddha.

But thinking that he had subtly hinted to others that Lu Wei had connections, Markov felt much more at ease.

Markov had only informed the other personnel that Lu Wei had some background, but he didn't mention that it was with the Supreme Ruler. Thus, Lu Wei had a very leisurely morning.

Those who held such positions were perceptive individuals; no one would willingly court displeasure.

And so, they arrived smoothly at lunchtime.

In the canteen.

Lu Wei was dumbfounded. "Damn..."

Before him were rows upon rows of nutrient solutions.

The so-called canteen was merely a collection of vending machines offering various flavors of nutrient solutions.

He had forgotten to bring his own food – damn it.

Lu Wei could only grit his teeth and reluctantly choose the highest-rated Grapefruit flavor.

He had tasted this flavor before; although it was unpalatable, it was still the best among the worst options.

The mere scent of it made Lu Wei feel nauseous for some reason.

But he was confident in himself. After all, he hadn't vomited when he drank this flavor previously. "Ugh—"

Lu Wei: "…."

His royal highness the dog had indeed been spoiled by his own cooking, and his delicate stomach was no exaggeration.

Lu Wei's legs felt weak as he squatted beside the table. The man next to him quickly came to his aid. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Lu Wei stood up.

The man continued, "Is it your health? You don't look too well. It's a demanding season at work; why don't you just take a day off and go home?"

Lu Wei didn't have the nerve to admit that he was slacking off, so he dismissed it as unrelated to work intensity. "I'm not that melodramatic."

The man nodded. "Then you should eat more so you don't collapse in the afternoon."

Lu Wei gazed at the fragrant orange-flavored nutrient solution, unusually silent.

"..."

Not even siblings could withstand such an odd taste.

Seeing his expression, the man understood that Lu Wei was picky. "They sell other flavors over there. You can take a look."

Lu Wei scratched his head and glanced at the ID badge hanging in front of the man. "Don't worry about it, this... uh, Herman, classmate."

Herman.

He felt like he had seen this name somewhere before.

With his words, Herman had no choice but to leave.

Lu Wei picked up the nutrient solution he had sipped and sniffed it.

The scent was identical to before, yet for some inexplicable reason, it made him feel nauseous.

Seems like he'd have to fast today.

Everyone else functioned like machines, hastily finishing their lunch before resuming their post-production tasks. Only Lu Wei was left idle.

If you asked if he felt guilty or ashamed?

Not in the slightest.

Only a fool would rush to work voluntarily.

Their post-production office had been bustling with people in the morning, but by afternoon, only a handful remained.

Unable to resist, Lu Wei approached the supervisor and asked, "Are they all going to work at once?"

"Yes, there's a celebrity visiting this afternoon."

Markov revealed his most amiable smile. "Indeed, but you don't have to go. I've got some yarn on my desk; you can knit a sweater with it."

Lu Wei: "..."

Did you just weave me into this?

What exactly is your planet's definition of a male?

Markov pulled out a round trinket from his pocket, resembling a succulent. He placed it on Lu Wei's desk.

Lu Wei leaned forward. "What's this?"

Amused by Lu Wei's lack of knowledge, Markov maintained his smile. "It's an odor-suppressing plant, specifically developed for donors."

His Majesty had particularly reminded him to bring one.

Seeing that Lu Wei still looked confused, Markov explained, "This device helps to suppress the scent emitted by a donor. Placing it on your desk also serves as an indicator of your status, so people will tend to be more considerate towards you. After all, Emperor Star citizens are educated from a young age to care for donors, right?"

Lu Wei clicked his tongue. "Alright, then."

Considering the interests of other donors, Markov smiled. "I have star-shaped origami in my office, in various sizes. If you'd like, I can get them for you."

Lu Wei held back his rebuke: "Scram..."

Lu Wei was idling away in his office, booting up a virtual starship simulation when an uninvited brother-in-sunglasses abruptly barged in.

Following closely behind was the flustered Markov.

The man was dressed in a flashy white suit, speaking loudly like a megaphone, "Minister, our Little Xi suddenly entered his rut today. I just came to see what has you so worked up?"

Markov interjected, "Hold on, let's change locations—"

"Ah, this will do," the man glanced around the office and sauntered over to Lu Wei, picking up his succulent plant. "We need this for Little Xi, if you don't mind."

Lu Wei shrugged, "Be my guest."

Markov breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, His Majesty's companion was not one to nitpick.

The man studied Lu Wei closely and then said, "I'm Nancy's talent agent."

Lu Wei blinked.

Damn, was he already so handsome that his agent was seeking him out for a debut?

"My little brother is also an Omega," the elder brother said. "Then I'll trouble you to interview Little Xi today. He's suddenly gone into heat, and it's not appropriate for other staff members to approach him. You're just the right person for the job."

Before Lu Wei could respond, Minister Markov interjected, "Little Lu isn't feeling well today. He won't be working."

Not just today, but never again would his services be required.

However, the decisive elder brother didn't wait for Markov to finish speaking before dragging him away.

What was supposed to be an after-show interview with the star Nancy was currently underway, but at that moment, Nancy sat with a flushed face, looking genuinely unwell.

The other staff members kept their distance, wary of eliciting any reactions.

The elder brother raised his chin. "Look, they don't know how to handle Little Xi in this state. Thankfully, we have Omega staff like you here."

As the elder brother continued speaking, Nancy over there let out a soft moan and teetered, on the verge of collapsing.

Lu Wei: "Damn it!"

Nancy appeared dazed, and since she was already sitting on the edge of the stage, she would have tumbled down if not for Lu Wei's quick reflexes in pulling her back.

The onlookers: ...Is this the receiver?

Lu Wei was certain that he had used a gentle grip, not enough to cause such injury.

Yet, Nancy's arm was now completely bruised, as if it had been deliberately abused.

Lu Wei: "I did this?"

Did I do this? Wasn't this already there on her?

Tears welled up in Nancy's eyes. "It hurts..."

Lu Wei was stunned.

Ah?

Ah??

The others heaved a sigh of relief.

Yes, this was how a textbook pure-bottom should look like!

Nancy panted with her eyes tightly shut, giving the impression that she was enduring one of the Ten Cruel Tortures.

In the end, that 'b' actually fainted from the pain.

Lu Wei: ???

Upon seeing his artiste pass out, the manager stood up in defense, "What are you doing? You scared our Little Xi! He still has a variety show to record tonight, what if he's unable to continue now? I never would have expected such a rude employee at Star Television, this is unheard of."

Lu Wei: Ah, buddy, me?

Lu Wei explained the situation, "Wasn't it me who saved him?"

Agent Big Brother: "Let's separate issues. The problem now is that your actions have caused visible bruises on our artist, making it impossible for him to appear on camera."

Lu Wei looked at the staff nearby, "You all saw it too, right? Could this be my fault?"

To his surprise, everyone else lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact.

Lu Wei: ? ? Huh?

Markov signaled to Lu Wei discreetly, implying it was better not to provoke a conflict in this situation!

If a conflict arose, His Majesty wouldn't just deal with that person; Markov himself would likely be implicated!

Markov whispered softly, "Perhaps we should wait for His Majesty... to arrive."

In their culture, Submissives were considered fragile and in need of their Partner's protection. Markov's suggestion stemmed from this reality.

People on this planet were taught from a young age that they were vulnerable and required extra care. In any situation, they were expected to inform their Partners first.

Lu Wei: "Huh?"

How could such a trivial matter require His Majesty the Dog to know about it?

The agent brother harrumphed. "Look, we're all reasonable people."

Lu Wei didn't indulge him at all. "I'll give you two options now. One, you can watch the surveillance footage and see when I used enough force to knock him out. Two, we can each grab his paw and conduct a comparative test to see if my strength is greater or if there's an issue with his constitution."

The others: ... With that sharp tongue, was this still the gentle and weak bottom they knew from textbooks?

Brother Agent: "You're showing disrespect to our Little Xi. Do you know that Nancy is a popular artist, and has backing from—"

Before the agent brother could finish his sentence, Lu Wei dragged him into the surveillance room.

Lu Wei kicked the door open to the monitoring room.

He pulled the man in front of the screens. "Watch."

Agent Brother: "Y-You can't just kick the door open like that!" Bottoms were supposed to be meek and easy-going, weren't they?

Lu Wei: ?

"What else could there be?"

The onlookers: "..."

Agent: "..."

The ever-prepared Markov, addressing the monarch: "..."

Older brother, you are impressive.

So it turns out that His Majesty enjoys the kind of intense pleasure akin to that of a chili pepper.