Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Elaine rubbed his temples, pacing the corridor not far from the lounge, overwhelmed by a sense of unfamiliar bewilderment.

The news of the 5,000 milliliters of pheromones had not only shaken the entire hospital but also reached his sire, who worked at the main planet's medical facility.

His sire immediately ordered him to win over the male drone, preferably binding him tightly. The hospital's mortality rate might even improve as a result.

But how could such a task be simple? Male drones were generally impulsive and unpredictable.

Even though Sir Yale was different from the others and seemed less arrogant, his willingness to donate might have been a momentary act of compassion. Establishing a long-term and stable relationship would be challenging.

Purchasing pheromones from the male drone at a high price?

It was an option, but the hospital was perpetually short on funds. They might not be able to afford what the male drone would demand.

However, in an emergency, a high price could be justified.

Compared to other greed-driven, demanding male drones, Sir Yale seemed the most trustworthy... Elaine mused silently.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The wristcom on his arm buzzed, and upon checking it, he noticed a distinctive icon. Immediately, he realized that the male insectoid had activated the call for service button.

He dashed to the door of the lounge but came to an abrupt halt just before pushing it open. Swiftly tidying up his hair and clothes, he gently rapped his knuckles against the door.

"Might I enter, sir?"

"Enter."

The temperature inside the room was significantly higher than outside, akin to a cozy greenhouse. The male insectoid wasn't seated calmly on the sofa but stood by the window, seemingly engrossed in something.

"How are you feeling now?" Elaine asked with concern, casting a glance at the steaming tea and desserts on the coffee table. Noticing no signs of them being touched, he grew slightly worried. "Are you still experiencing dizziness?"

Yale turned his head to look at him. "I'm fine. What's the situation over there now?"

"Alvin's condition has improved greatly. Once the surgery is done, he should be out of danger. Your donation of five thousand milliliters of pheromones can save over a thousand severely injured military females. We're incredibly grateful to you!"

Elaine began by expressing concern for his health and then moved on to praise his "great contributions," all delivered in a hushed yet fervent tone.

"..."

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by the accolades, Yale covered his mouth with a cough, his gaze wandering slightly. "Actually, I called you here to discuss something."

Instantly silencing himself, Elaine signaled his readiness to listen. "Please go on."

"I believe we could establish a long-term trading relationship."

Without waiting for the startled drone to respond, Yale directly shared his idea.

"Normally, once a month at eight hundred milliliters. During times of intense warfare, we could do it every two weeks, with flexibility for adjustments."

Scent pheromones were not as vital to males as something like blood.

Though production might be limited, they could regenerate continuously, and moderate extraction wouldn't cause any adverse effects.

However, due to most males' inexplicable pride and self-pity, they either refused to donate or only gave a tiny amount, turning their pheromones into an elusive luxury.

"This is the best I can offer."

Yale glanced at Elaine's expression, a mix of surprise and anticipation, and subtly averted his gaze, hiding the contemplation in his eyes.

Even if he was willing to donate generously, it was best not to give without conditions. Such an act could easily breed insatiable greed and be exploited by those with ulterior motives.

"Well then, what kind of conditions would you like... from the hospital?"

Elaine's voice was strained as they managed to suppress their excitement and asked.

The male insect's offer was too generous. If the transaction succeeded, the hospital's mortality rate would decrease by at least ten percentage points!

"During the transaction period, all medical expenses for my omega should be waived, and the best medications should be used, if possible."

Elaine nodded eagerly. "That's definitely not a problem! Even if you didn't mention it, we would have waived the fees as a token of gratitude for your donation!"

"If there's anything that requires assistance, I hope to utilize the hospital's network and connections within the insect community."

This condition was somewhat vague, but upon further consideration, it wasn't overly demanding. It offered considerable flexibility, and Elaine, after a moment's thought, agreed with a nod.

But the condition he was most eager to confirm wasn't this one.

Elaine chose his words carefully. "I'd like to ask about the pheromones you offered..."

"The price of the pheromones should follow the pricing set by the National Pharmaceutical Supervision Bureau. The premiums on the market are too high and unreasonable," Yale said calmly, glancing out the window and furrowing his brow involuntarily.

The window overlooked the hospital's cafeteria, where countless military omegas were queued up, waiting for their meals. The food didn't seem abundant, barely enough to satisfy their hunger.

This hospital must be really poor. Should I offer them an eight percent discount?

A mix of disbelief, astonishment, and ecstatic joy contorted Elaine's face as he stammered in confirmation.

"Standard pricing?! Are you serious? I didn't mishear you, did I? It's really standard pricing...!"

Yale turned his head and nodded in response to Elaine's hopeful gaze. "Yes, it is."

"Your hospital can't afford much, can it?"

Yale spoke understandingly, "You can pay me back later, it's no issue for me."

Though it was true that they were in a tight spot, these words still pricked at his heart.

Elaine tried to salvage the hospital's reputation, "We're not that poor, really..."

"However,"

Yale interrupted, his expression turning slightly indifferent.

"You could've just had an honest conversation with me and negotiated the deal, but instead, you chose to put me on the spot. That was somewhat offensive."

His tone was calm, showing no sign of anger, yet it made Elaine break out in a cold sweat instantly.

"I sincerely apologize, sir. The situation was urgent back then..."

"If those military alphas had turned hostile, you wouldn't have been able to handle them alone, would you?"

It was a pointed question, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

Elaine's expression turned grave, a tinge of regret and fear reflecting in his eyes.

"I must admit, I was remiss in my considerations. Rest assured, compensation will be given to your satisfaction after the fact. If you have any further requests, please feel free to voice them; the hospital will do its utmost to accommodate you."

Yale didn't comment, merely observing the male insectoid in silence.

It wasn't until Elaine began to anxiously wonder if the male had been toying with him that Yale's furrowed brow relaxed.

"There won't be a next time."

He smiled faintly, turning his gaze to the window. His tone was so calm that it seemed as if nothing had transpired just moments ago.

"Relax, the deal still stands. I was simply giving you a word of caution."

A sweet reward, followed by a harsh slap, and then another sweet reward.

This manipulative tactic was executed with such finesse that, despite the male's amiable demeanor, Elaine realized he was no pushover.

Feeling a cold sweat drench his back, Elaine's fleeting hope of exploiting this male insectoid vanished.

It is through clear boundaries and utmost sincerity that long-term business relationships can be successfully sustained.

"Oh, right."

The male insectoid seemed to recall something, and his brow furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of distress. "I have a favor to ask right now."

"I'm searching for something."

*

Xie Zhao opened the door to find a male insect sitting on a chair by the entrance. Before he could greet the guest, he was gently but firmly bumped into by Xi Ze, who had emerged from behind. The unexpected encounter left Xie Zhao momentarily speechless, forgetting what he originally intended to say.

"Ruler."

He watched as the stern and indifferent military male before him called out softly, a subtle touch of warmth tugging at the corners of his lips.

Yale rose to his feet and looked down at the expression on the male insect's face. Hmm, very calm, revealing nothing.

"How is the situation?"

The male insect's eyes held a gleam of anticipation that made his heart melt. Xie Zhao opened his mouth but found it genuinely embarrassing to admit that there had been zero progress so far.

"Ahh... well, you see... his current situation is..."

"The treatment seems to be going well. I feel much better."

A cool and resolute voice interrupted his stammering. Xi Ze lifted his gaze and casually swept a glance toward Xie Zhao's position. "Isn't that right, Doctor Xie?"

Feeling a chill from that look, Xie Zhao immediately fell silent, instinctively straightening his back. "Yes, exactly so."

Then, Xi Ze turned to the male insect in front of him, his tone unconsciously softening. "...Let's go home."

Hiss--

Taking advantage of the fact that the military male couldn't see, Xie Zhao exaggeratedly gritted his teeth.

When the male insect looked at him in confusion, he hurriedly composed himself, repeatedly saying, "It's nothing, just a sudden toothache... a toothache..."

"Alright, let's go back."

Yale casually ruffled the soft hair of the female insect. Some strands stood on end from the touch, which, combined with the female's pursed lips and tense expression, made for an unexpectedly adorable sight.

Indeed, too much had transpired today, leaving one feeling rather drained.

Yale took a deep breath, mustering his energy to bid Xie Zhao farewell. "We'll be on our way then, and come back next week."

...

The operation finally concluded. After checking on Alvin's condition, the military female hurried to the VIP lounge.

Just as she had composed herself, cleared her throat, and prepared to express her heartfelt gratitude to the male, Elaine emerged from within, her face still flushed with joy.

"…Why is it you? What about Lord Male insect?"

"Oh, he went to pick up his mate Xie Zhao. You should head over there and have a look."

Yet, just as he arrived at the psychology clinic, he spotted Xie Zhao muttering to himself in a corner, his expression shifting continually. A military female caught hold of him, "Where is that esteemed male insectoid?"

Xie Zhao instinctively modulated his voice into an androgynous, teasing tone. "How would I know? Probably went ~back~ home~?"

The military alpha was speechless. "…Do you have some kind of problem? If you're sick, hurry and get treated. Don't delay it."

*

By the time he returned home, it was already dusk.

The storm from last night had slightly subsided, and faint hues of twilight pierced through the gloomy clouds, casting a dusky glow on the small balcony.

Yale swiftly pulled open the curtains, allowing the twilight to spill into the living room, adding a sense of warmth and weariness.

"I'd almost forgotten about wheelchairs."

He turned around with a soft chuckle. "Sorry for making you be carried around by 015 all the time. It must be quite inconvenient, right?"

"There's no need to apologize."

Xi Ze spoke in a low voice. "His Majesty has done more than enough… I should recover soon, so His Majesty doesn't have to worry too much."

In reality, the situation wasn't optimistic, but Yale didn't comment.

It was good that the male insect thought positively, at least he wasn't trapped in despair and pessimism.

"I'm so exhausted today…"

He muttered to himself, throwing himself onto the couch and burying his face in the soft cushion, inhaling deeply.

Xi Ze wheeled his chair to the edge of the sofa and, with remarkable agility, propped himself up to sit beside Yale.

"Excessive pheromone release can be exhausting. It's not dinner time yet, so you could take a nap to regain your energy."

Yale had already wrapped himself in a tangled blanket, barely able to keep his eyes open, but he stubbornly mumbled.

"No way, if I sleep now, I won't be able to sleep at night. My schedule will be messed up..."

Hugging his knees, he swayed back and forth, trying to dispel the unwanted drowsiness, occasionally emitting indistinct snuffles.

But a hand reached around from behind his ear, covering his eyes gently yet firmly, guiding him backward into a warm and soft embrace.

"Hmm?"

Yale murmured in confusion. Feeling the hand on his eyes release its hold, it then began massaging his temples in circular motions, with professional technique and just the right amount of pressure.

Instantly, he felt like a cat being scratched under the chin, his entire body melting into blissful relaxation.

Every exhausted nerve surrendered, reveling completely in the touch of those large hands, unwilling to awaken from this bliss.

"Dinner... call me..."

He mustered one last feeble protest.

Feeling the rhythmic breaths in his embrace grow deeper, Xi Ze paused his actions and, with a hint of awkwardness, began to comb through Yale's hair, tucking away the stray strands behind his ears.

The touch against his chest was light and soft, so he tried his best to relax his muscles, wanting to make the male more comfortable.

Yet, before he could even curve his lips, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind—

"Don't flatter yourself, you're no different from that military female."

Xi Ze had always known he was a textbook military female.

Tall, strong, dull, terrifyingly ruthless on the battlefield, and stiff in bed, never winning the affection of male partners.

In the past, he had scoffed at the idea of pleasing males, but it wasn't until meeting Yale that he belatedly tasted a hint of helplessness and powerlessness.

If he still held the rank of Admiral, with immense power and wealth at his disposal, perhaps he could have entertained the fantasy of tying this formidable male insect to his side, keeping him within his grasp.

But in his current state of ruin and despair, how could he possibly be worthy of such an exquisite little male insect?

Xi Ze's eyelashes quivered, and the hand resting on Yale's shoulder spasmed slightly. Eventually, he restrained himself, gently pulling it away to rest on the nearby sofa, never again touching the creature in his embrace.

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It felt like an exceedingly long slumber.

When Yale woke up, he was utterly disoriented. It took him a while to sit up and gradually regain clarity as his scattered vision began to focus.

"What time is it?"

He glanced around and realized he was resting on the pillow of the male insectoid, covered by their blanket, with his hair and thin shirt in a mess from sleep.

His body felt somewhat weak but unusually relaxed and content; he couldn't remember the last time he had slept so soundly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the sky beyond the balcony. The last traces of dawn had faded, replaced by stars adorning the night sky. The colorful neon lights along the streets and the glow from rooms gradually illuminated the surroundings.

The vast and bustling night was only just beginning.

In the kitchen, 015 was cooking, the clinking of dishes, the swishing of water, and the chopping of vegetables harmoniously blending into a bright and warm symphony.

"..."

He gazed outside in a daze for a moment, then belatedly realizing that the heat on his forehead felt abnormal. He reached out to touch it, suspecting he might have a slight fever.

No wonder his body felt so lethargic; he had no desire to get out of bed.

"Beep beep!"

The light computer on the coffee table sounded twice. Yale stretched out his hand to grab it, reclining back into the soft blankets as he checked the messages.

"Elaine: Sir, good evening [Heart]!"

"Elaine: The remaining test results are in. I'll arrange for a staff member to deliver them to you later, or if you wish to consult with a particular doctor, just let me know anytime, and I'll make sure it's taken care of! [Rose x3]"

"Elaine: By the way, I've already put your request into action. If everything goes smoothly, we should hear back soon. Please bear with us a little longer."

A series of three messages flashed, mostly conveying good news. Yale was too lazy to engage in polite conversation and simply sent an emoji across.

"WWN: Nodding Cat.jpg."

"Beep beep."

A new message popped up, its tone cold yet fervent – "Are you free to communicate tonight?"

Yale let out a long hum, pondered for a few seconds, and decided to give himself a break tonight; he was just too exhausted.

"WWN: Can't tonight, I have a fever."

"WWN: Crying While Sneaking a Peek at Mom.jpg."

Just as he was about to put down his optical computer and check on Elaine and 015 in the kitchen, two consecutive beeps sounded. He casually glanced over to see:

"You have received a transfer of 880,000 starcoins from user 'Elaine'..."

"You have received a transfer of 150,000 starcoins from user 'Adelaide'..."

Two messages sat side by side on the homepage, creating an especially pleasing sight.

Yale's eyebrows lifted slightly, and he chuckled happily, sending back two emoji expressing gratitude. Then, with a refreshed spirit, he threw back the covers and got out of bed.

015 emerged from the kitchen carrying a pot of soup, its big-eyed expression blinking, "You're awake? Dinner will be ready soon."

The aroma of food, trapped behind the kitchen door, now wafted out, and the little robot butler lifted the lid off the soup pot.

Milky steam, infused with a rich, savory scent, danced elegantly in the bright light, instantly stirring Yale's dormant appetite.

"…You didn't burn the bottom of the pot this time?"

Yale pulled out a chair and sat down, somewhat surprised.

Although it smelled delicious, he remained cautious, "You didn't pour half a can of salt into it like last time, did you?"

015's screen displayed a standard smile, "Why not try a sip?"

"I'm just joking…"

Yale chuckled softly, taking the bowl and spoon offered to him, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Thank you for your hard work."

015 suddenly remembered something and rushed back into the kitchen, "It's burning! ... Phew, it's okay, it's not burnt yet..."

The kitchen door swung open once more.

Yale, who had been propping his cheek up with one hand while stirring the boiling soup with the spoon, turned his head at the sound. Indeed, he saw Xi Ze emerging from the kitchen, his sweater dotted with water droplets and a hint of smoke.

"Heavens, did you guide 015 in cooking dinner?" he asked with a smile.

015 couldn't possibly have such culinary skills; his dishes always tasted the same. The only explanation was that Xi Ze had taken over the guidance.

Given that he previously claimed to be a good cook, it seemed he wasn't exaggerating.

"Amazing – I'm not much of a cook myself. Just managing not to starve is an accomplishment."

His voice still held a hint of rasp due to his illness, sounding rather lethargic and drawn out.

"What happened to your voice?"

Xi Ze sensed something amiss and turned his head, asking, "Your voice seems hoarse. Are you catching a cold?"

"Maybe I have a slight fever… It's nothing serious. A nap after taking some medicine will do the trick."

As 015 served the cooked dishes one by one, Yale put down his soup spoon and tasted a mouthful. His words were slightly muffled.

"This is delicious. It would be perfect if it were a bit spicier…"

Lost in his enjoyment, he didn't notice Xi Ze maneuvering his wheelchair away.

Suddenly, warmth spread across his back as a coat was draped over his shoulders.

Yale froze, instinctively reaching out to touch the fuzzy edge of a hat.

"Put on more clothes. Don't catch a cold."

The female insect's voice came from beside him. The hand that had supported the garment on his back withdrew and then grabbed a soft pillow, stuffing it behind his waist.

Feeling the warmth enveloping him, Yale blinked slowly, still in a daze. Before he could react, his forehead fringe was swept aside, and his temperature was checked.

That hand was warmer than his forehead, steady and strong, with a hint of restraint in its movements.

After a brief check, Xi Ze's expression relaxed slightly, and he whispered an instruction.

"It's probably just exhaustion... Take some medicine after dinner, and rest early today."

The hand on his forehead didn't withdraw. Yale, acting on instinct, lowered his head and rubbed against it, arching into the palm a few times.

The hand froze for a moment, then hesitantly and gently stroked his head a few times, as if petting a cat from front to back.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Male insects rarely exhibited such coquettish behavior, and Yale had been silent since earlier. Xi Ze couldn't help but worry.

"There's no need to worry... I'm fine."

Finally coming to his senses and realizing what he had just done, Yale's cheeks flushed slightly. He quickly bowed his head to drink soup. "Hurry up and eat, it'll get cold soon."

He recalled how he had fallen asleep in the male insect's embrace earlier, soothed by the same gentle touch from Xi Ze.

The sensation was delicate, leaving him with the uncanny feeling of being tenderly cared for and groomed by a powerful, yet damaged Snow Lion as if he were its cub.

He couldn't dwell on it any longer. Time to focus on eating!

Yale took a large gulp of soup, trying to suppress the pounding heart that threatened to leap from his throat.

...

Fortunately, after a night's rest, his low fever had mostly subsided.

This allowed Yale to avoid taking leave on the last day before his annual vacation, thereby preserving his fragile perfect attendance record.

It was another routine, hectic day.

"Sir, do you have any plans for tonight?"

As they approached the end of their workday, a subordinate colleague, an androgynous individual, suddenly turned around and warmly invited Yale to join them for dinner, "There's nothing much to do when we go back home, right?"

Yale switched off his light computer screen and, as usual, politely declined, "I'm sorry, but I..."

He was originally going to decline with the excuse that dinner at home was already prepared, but the image of the quiet, waiting female insect on the sofa popped into his mind, causing him to say impulsively, "I have plans tonight."

The sub-female didn't hold much hope in the first place. Caught off guard by this revelation, her eyes widened in surprise, "You actually have a date?!"

This was even more explosive than if Altar had been bombarded by space pirates!

"Ah," Yale blinked, "I'm just going home. 015 has already prepared dinner."

The disappointed female insect let out an "ah" as she lamented in frustration, "How can having dinner made by a robotic butler be considered a date? It's a complete waste of such a beautiful night!"

"Has something pleasant happened recently? Sir, you've been in such a good mood these days."

A female colleague, carrying her coffee, passed by his workstation with a smile.

"Really?" Yale blinked in surprise. "I hadn't noticed."

"It's true. Lately, we've seen you smiling at your personal computer, looking quite content."

Personal computer... He was mostly reviewing 015's reports on the female insects' activities. Could it be that he was actually laughing while reading them?

Realizing this, Yale suppressed his smile with a light cough, deflecting the question. "Of course I'm happy that the annual vacation is starting tomorrow. There's nothing special about it."

Seeing that he didn't want to elaborate, the other insect let out a long chirp and continued discussing the topic of the holiday.

The annual break here usually lasted for a month, similar to the shorter winter breaks during their student days. Many insects would take this opportunity to travel to nearby star systems and get some well-deserved rest.

"I've heard there'll be plenty of events on the streets then. Would you like to come along? Speaking of which, I've arranged to meet York at the Flamingo Park those few days..."

At this time of day, not many insects came in to read or buy books. The librarian allowed his staff to relax a bit, and though Yale was occasionally interrupted, he enjoyed this atmosphere.

Indeed, no matter where they were, working drones had the toughest lives.

Few creatures could resist the joy of a vacation, and discussing holiday plans with colleagues or friends before its commencement was a universal tradition transcending dimensions and species.

"Alright," Yale checked the time and gathered his belongings. "Time to clock out."

Amidst the same enthusiastic farewells each day, he opened his black umbrella and stepped back into the snow.

However, halfway through his journey, he suddenly recalled the conversation from earlier. Yale lowered his gaze, burying his face in his scarf.

Home... He hadn't had one for a long time.

Not since ten years ago, and then three years later, he lost even the land of his birth.

But as he suddenly lifted his gaze, he saw thousands of households with their lights glowing like a cloud, interweaving star trails spiraling above towering skyscrapers, and an endless expanse of starry sky. This scene, at some point, had softened the alienation that once frightened him.

With the advent of a new year, the misfortune and dirt of the past were swept away, leaving behind a fresh start.

Yale gradually came to a halt, lost in thought.

Only now did he realize, belatedly, that he had died, arrived here, and survived.

His solitary soul had traversed the vast and eternal galaxy, severing all ties to his homeland, embarking on an entirely new journey of life.

Fortunately, he was no longer alone.

His wrist-computer beeped, signaling 015's message that dinner was ready. He redirected his gaze and hurried into the building before him.

"I'm back."