Chapter 13

Chapter 13

This was the first time Yale had allowed a male omega into his room.

Xi Ze was dressed in loose pajamas, sitting cautiously on the small sofa by the bed. His posture was slightly awkward but still proper, even a bit tense.

He maintained the composure of a military omega, not touching anything or displaying any excessive curiosity.

He was like a little puppy that had been taken home for the first time, cowering in the corner of a dilapidated box, all four paws tucked cautiously under its body. If one were to touch it, its fur would likely bristle with alarm.

So...adorable.

Yale glanced over, feeling a slight itch between the fingers of his right hand. He barely managed to resist the urge to rub against it.

He walked past the small sofa, sitting on the edge of the bed. Gazing at the omega's restrained expression, he smiled. "Nervous?"

"No," Xi Ze replied softly, pressing his lips together.

"What are you afraid of? I heard it won't hurt," Yale recalled the contents of the thesis and the guidance manual's instructions.

...It's still too abstract; one can only understand by experiencing it firsthand.

Lost in thought about the process, he casually said, "It'll start soon. Prepare yourself."

However, the next second—

"No need to take off your pants!"

The male insect looked at him in confusion, his shirt still on, but his loose pajama pants had been pulled down, loosely hanging around his ankles.

And he wasn't wearing anything underneath; everything was on full display.

Yale's face remained composed, though his mind had momentarily gone blank. His peripheral vision couldn't help but glance over, "Ahem."

"I'm sorry, I thought it was..."

Xi Ze hastily bent down to pull up his pants, but in his haste, he stumbled, struggling several times before managing to put them back on.

His tail, jolted by the rough handling, swayed unsteadily. Yale could almost feel the pain and reached out to gently press on the male's shoulder, "Be gentle. What's the rush?"

"..."

Feeling the tension in the muscles beneath his touch, Yale looked up to see the male's ears and neck flushed a deep red, with the blush spreading downward.

Xi Ze silently adjusted his clothing, turning sideways as if to conceal his embarrassment and confusion from the dominant male.

It was rather remarkable. When trying to seduce Yale with his body or fulfilling his supposed duties as a submissive mate, he remained composed, accepting his fate without resistance.

Yet, every time Yale playfully massaged him or teasingly spoke, that cold and guarded facade would crack, revealing a hint of youthful vulnerability.

Like honey concealed within a hard shell, requiring a single, fleeting taste, then constant effort to pry and tap it out, so it may drip into one's palm, a rich, velvety substance open to playful manipulation.

"How adorable." Yale smiled.

...So embarrassing. Xi Ze pursed his lips.

With mutual understanding, they gently brushed past this little episode.

"Relax, today we'll try a light mental guidance session."

Psychic energy connected to all five senses, like a disembodied avatar or soul floating freely beyond the constraints of space and time, moving about with effortless ease.

It was also incredibly delicate, amplifying sensory perception several times over, projecting captured sensations and emotions vividly onto the cerebral cortex.

Yale's eyes were barely open, his invisible psychic threads coiling around his fingertips, dancing in mid-air like ethereal fish, delicately probing the outside world.

Simultaneously, he keenly sensed ripples subtly spreading through the air not far away, cautiously making their way towards him.

"…!"

At the instant their mental energies intersected, Yale couldn't help but utter a muffled groan.

His own mental energy was soft and gentle, akin to the murmuring spring water, with immense inclusiveness and permeability.

In contrast, the female insect's mental power was like an icy gale from the harshest polar regions, sharp and piercing like a bone-scraping steel blade.

It felt as if he had collided with an impenetrable barrier, and a powerful repulsion surged from within, violently stabbing at the tip of his mental energy.

Simultaneously, Yale witnessed Xi Ze's body stiffen abruptly. The hand gripping the edge of the sofa turned vein-throbbing with exertion, while his unfocused pupils constricted in tension, though he remained silent.

"Relax, breathe deeply, don't be nervous..."

He instinctively softened his tone, as if soothing a cub awakened from a nightmare.

"You're safe now, don't be afraid..."

The agile and supple mental energy tendrils swayed left and right, still unable to find a gap to penetrate. They tapped here and there, attempting to carve out an entrance.

Whether it was due to Yale's words or the perception that the mental energy posed no threat, the female insect eventually let down its guard slightly.

How sharp was that mental energy's tip! It swiftly detected the slightest fissure and slipped in, diving deep into the vulnerable core of the howling wind—

"Ahh! No..."

Xi Ze trembled, letting out a hurried, low cry.

The sensation of flesh merging was too intense, overwhelming all his senses with another force of mental energy.

It was as if his mouth and nose were submerged in warm spring water, with a suffocating yet exhilarating rush gripping his throat.

"Relax, Xi Ze."

Having taken the first challenging step, there was no justification to give up. Yale recited the instructions in his mind, gradually delving deeper into the process.

A potent suction sensation originated from the extremity of my mental prowess, indicating the process of channeling and purification in progress.

Yet, soon, the mental energy belonging to the Omega retreated. If not for being hooked in time, it would have swiftly withdrawn back into the scene.

"Endure it, don't retreat."

Yale furrowed his brows, involuntarily leaning forward as he placed a hand on Xi Ze's shoulder to prevent him from retreating.

Absorbed in memorizing the procedures for reassurance and the anticipated responses at each stage, he didn't realize how close he had moved, almost pressing the male insect into the back of the sofa.

"Ah..."

It wasn't until the cleansing was nearing its end that Yale finally eased his tense demeanor, relinquishing the relentless, almost stern, manner in which he scoured for those remnants of psychic sludge.

Only then did he realize that the body beneath his palm was trembling slightly, like a warm, fluffy cake expanding in an oven, exuding gentle heat.

The omega was tightly shut-eyed, his expression stoic with endurance. He curled up timidly between his folded arms and the sofa backrest, his tense body periodically convulsing and trembling with sweat drenching his skin.

"Is it... painful?"

Yale asked, somewhat frustrated, as the tutorial had promised comfort. "I didn't notice earlier, did I hurt you?"

He hastily withdrew his mental energy. The two intertwined mental forces were abruptly separated, causing an even more intense stimulation than before.

"....Mm... Ah!"

Xi Ze stretched out his forearm to cover his eyes, desperately suppressing the sounds rising from his throat. His lower lip bore deep teeth marks, and the tips of his ears blushed crimson.

It seemed... not exactly unpleasant.

"Are you alright?"

Yale reached out to pull him, but this time, the omega didn't rise with his assistance as he had before; instead, he drew himself in even closer.

"...Don't touch me."

A near-hoarse whisper reached his ears, causing Yale's actions to freeze.

For a moment, he was at a loss, but the corner of his eye caught the female insect bending its knee, as if concealing something.

"?!?!"

It finally dawned on him just how devastating mental manipulation could be to a female insectoid.

This was akin to brazenly caressing the most sensitive spots, wickedly rubbing and scratching.

For a typically restrained and resilient military omega, this kind of soul-deep connection was an even more intimate and shameful act than baring one's body.

Yale awkwardly rolled off the alpha, bending down to retrieve his fallen optical brain. As he accidentally swiped upward with his fingers, he realized that the tutorial post was not yet over.

After scrolling through a blank space, there was a final line at the bottom: "Alright, now it's time for a wonderful nightlife (laughs)."

Yale: "..."

He coughed softly, pulling the thin blanket nearby to cover the lower half of the omega's body.

"I'll take a shower. You... take care of yourself for a moment, okay?"

The female insect, nestled on the small sofa, remained silent. Just as Yale was about to leave, assuming he wouldn't receive an answer, a low "mm" echoed.

Xi Ze lowered his hand that had been covering his face, revealing damp, slightly flushed corners of his eyes.

That flush spread from his cheeks down to the nape of his neck. He tried to maintain a stoic expression, but it was a futile attempt.

"..."

The overwhelming unfamiliar sensation made Xi Ze's entire body heat up. He shed his usual aloof and stern demeanor, adopting an indescribable gentleness.

Yale almost dared not meet his gaze, coughing softly before hastily making his way to the bathroom.

...

Soon, the sound of running water filled the bathroom.

Xi Ze's tense body gradually relaxed. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the sofa, his heavy breaths carrying a mix of exhaustion and contentment.

A lingering warmth and slight sourness remained within his body, like an ocean that had yet to fully recede, its gentle waves softly lapping and cleansing his soul.

The barren wilderness had been quenched by a rain, greedily and insatiably absorbing it.

The relief brought by genuine emotional release far surpassed any substitute.

That was why ill-tempered male insects were consistently fervently pursued.

But the "side effects" were equally evident.

"..."

Xi Ze clutched the blanket covering his thighs, veins protruding from the back of his hand as he prepared to simply ignore the inconvenient occurrence.

He silently counted some dull data, but the heat did not subside, causing him to frown.

Previously, when there had been a reaction, it would quickly fade away if ignored.

"015, I forgot to grab my clothes. Could you help me get a pajama set from the closet?"

Within the misty, frosted glass, a vague silhouette swayed gently.

The masculine insectoid's soft and hoarse voice sounded troubled as it intermittently described the style of the clothing.

His body grew even warmer.

Xi Ze's eyes fluttered slightly, sweeping his damp hair from his forehead before leaning back with a slight sense of exhaustion.

In an unnoticed corner.

The once ravaged and crumbling mental landscape, after assimilating the male drone's mental energy, began its silent self-repair, quietly fostering a grand and magnificent rebirth, akin to a vibrant spring.

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It wasn't until he finished his shower that Xi Ze remembered the final step in emotional drainage was to reciprocate to the male insect. He should be offering himself willingly, not turning the other away.

A previous rejection doesn't necessarily mean a subsequent one won't be accepted. Different male insects have their own unique habits; could it be that they've become overly indulged by their consorts, thus losing all sense of propriety?

"Sorry, I... just momentarily forgot."

Xi Ze's expression subtly shifted, and he slowed down his hand movements to dry his hair. He cautiously lifted his gaze to look at Yale.

"Would you like to go through it again? I can provide you with direct feedback without the need for mental guidance."

His expression was somewhat uneasy, as if he was regretting his subconscious resistance just now, uncertain whether the male insect would be displeased by it.

"No need, let's wait until next time."

The male drone's voice remained gentle and steady. Xi Ze initially thought he would have to wait for the next mental guidance session, but he froze when the unfinished latter half of the sentence continued.

"Wait until you genuinely enjoy it and feel like doing it for yourself."

Yale picked up the towel that had fallen to the floor and casually draped it over a nearby rack. Noticing the drone seemed to be in a daze, he offered a comforting word on the side.

"I'm not in any hurry anyway, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"…Alright."

Xi Ze's blinking rate became unnaturally rapid. He continued to rub his hair half-mechanically, but in reality, he had lost track of what he was doing.

Yet, my heart throbbed violently, pounding against my chest in a suffocating ache.