Chapter 32

Chapter 32

"Did he agree? Did he agree? ... What did the email say?"

Several professors from the academies eagerly watched the dean's holographic computer screen, only to see the dean's expression gradually harden, ending with a helpless sigh. "He declined."

"It can't be! Absolutely not! Was the email you sent insincere, Dean Norman, or did you forget to attach our school's admissions brochure?"

"Maybe someone leaked the information, and the Imperial Star Military University got to him first? He's clearly a gifted researcher; he should have come here!"

"Enough noise."

Norman adjusted his monocle and spoke softly, "The child mentioned in the email that he has social anxiety and has already resolved his financial crisis. Therefore, he's decided not to come."

The conference room fell silent for a moment. Then, a trembling old professor suggested, "What if we don't insist on an offline exchange, and just keep it online? Could that work?"

"We can't rush this matter!"

Norman found the situation both amusing and frustrating. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the meeting, "I'll try to contact him again later."

The brief meeting adjourned swiftly, leaving only an esteemed professor seated, who, noticing Norman's grave expression, offered him a few comforting words.

Norman set aside the documents in his hand and sighed at the elderly professor, "I'm afraid it's not going to be easy."

"Why do you say that? Is there another reason involved?"

Norman brought up a different matter, his voice tinged with nostalgia, "Do you still remember a male drone named Yale who appeared before?"

"The one who was found on the battlefield, clueless about our species, unable to communicate, yet managed to complete higher education within two years?"

The professor recalled the incident, which had sparked considerable attention back then. Many young nobles had entertained the idea of recruiting him into their ranks.

But a D-class male drone... His status was what it was, and there wasn't much room for advancement. Thus, he hadn't been taken too seriously by most.

Surprisingly, the male drone declined all invitations and eventually dropped out of school. After leaving the main planet, he vanished completely from public view.

"His abilities and talents were exceptional, and his character was commendable as well."

Recalling the examination videos he had seen, the professor made a judgment. Seeing the complexity in Norman's expression, he suddenly gasped, "You mean...?"

"Indeed, it's him."

The professor sighed. "That does make things difficult. I remember that due to that incident, he was placed on the Red Alert Protection List. Alarms would go off wherever he went, which must have been very troublesome. That's probably why he chose to leave the main star system."

Norman rubbed his temples wearily. "I'll think about it. Adelaide is stubborn… Both of them are a worry!"

*

"Ikson Academy is a renowned research institution, the heart that pumps fresh, high-quality talent into the academic world. Its prestige and status almost rival that of the Imperial Military University… Would you like to reconsider?"

Xi Ze glanced at the familiar emblem before looking up at the troubled male insectoid in front of him. After some thought, he still softly advised.

After all, it was a pity to give up an opportunity to improve oneself. The resources available in the main star system were worlds apart from those in outlying planets like Ether.

Yale hesitated for a moment. When he received the transfer, he had already checked the academy's information. It was indeed an impressive school, but...

"Never mind."

He confirmed that the email had been sent and tossed his optical computer aside, feeling somewhat despairing as if he were a problem teenager who disliked studying.

"I don't want to go where there are many insects or deal with various insectoids. It would be too tiring. I'd rather study at home by myself."

Catching a hint of annoyance and fear in the male's gaze, Xi Ze's expression froze slightly. He unintentionally softened his tone. "It's alright, you don't have to go if you don't want to."

Yale let out a muffled hum through his nose. His body slowly slid down, expertly finding a comfortable position on the sofa and staying still.

"I stayed up late again last night. I'll take a quick nap first. You can find something to do by yourself..."

Xi Ze picked up the fallen light computer. In his peripheral vision, he saw the male's tired sleeping face and subconsciously stroked its smooth surface.

But after a moment of hesitation, he placed the light computer on the coffee table and reached out to tuck the blanket around Yale, saying, "Alright, rest first."

When Yale woke up from his nap, the sun outside was shining brightly. The female was leaning against the adjacent sofa with his arms crossed, seemingly meditating with his eyes closed.

Even in rest, Xi Ze maintained tense shoulders, giving no impression of weakness. His slightly furrowed brows conveyed seriousness and an unapproachable demeanor, as if he was in discomfort.

Only then did Yale feel a bit embarrassed for occupying another insect's bed. His ears turned subtly warm, yet he felt inexplicably reassured and relaxed.

"Male Lord?"

Xi Ze sensed the movement and opened his eyes, pinching the space between his brows to clear his mind. His stern expression melted away quietly. "Awake? Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately, what time is it now..." Yale threw back the covers and got out of bed, suddenly remembering his plans for the day. "I need to head out for a bit."

Xi Ze hesitated for a moment. "Where to?"

"The battlefield hospital. It's time for the agreed-upon pheromone exchange, and I'll pick up your examination report while I'm there."

Yale grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the sofa and put it on. "Tell 015 not to prepare my lunch."

"Alright, be careful on your way."

Yale turned to look at him. The female insect on the couch was intently watching him, making him feel a momentary daze.

It seemed that every time he left, Tangyuan would already be waiting by the door, her dark eyes moist, emitting a soft whine from her nose as her fluffy tail affectionately brushed against his calves.

"I'll be back early," he said instinctively, then, regaining his composure, he curved his lips. "...See you later."

With that, the room fell silent again.

The balcony curtains trembled and slipped from their hooks, casting a soft shadow across the living room.

*

Yale tugged down the hood of his coat, the fluffy lining, mask, and scarf cocooning him in airtight warmth.

Soon, a silver hovercar descended from mid-air.

A male insectoid leaped out of the driver's seat and eagerly opened the car door for him, "Please, sir. I am the driver assigned to pick you up."

Yale expressed his gratitude and, after bending to enter, the door was gently closed behind him.

The hovercar's ride was incredibly smooth, and the heating was so high that Yale felt slightly overheated - a temperature conducive to drowsiness.

However, as he glanced up inadvertently, he caught a pair of hurriedly averted eyes in the rearview mirror. An obscure shadow seemed to flicker beneath them, lending the insectoid's expression a somewhat menacing quality.

"What were you looking at?"

"Nothing much, just making sure your seatbelt is fastened. You have excellent safety awareness, sir."

It should have been a fleeting moment, but the subtle, ambiguous gaze lingered like sticky residue, causing Yale an unsettling sensation.

With his finger poised on the emergency alert button of the optical computer, Yale lifted his gaze once more into the rearview mirror. This time, he met a pair of dark, piercing eyes head-on.

He didn't avert his eyes but spoke slowly, "What are you looking at this time?"

The driver's expression turned flustered and apologetic, quickly shifting his gaze away.

"It's just that... Your Excellency is so striking that I couldn't help but glance... I'm truly sorry, Your Excellency... If it bothers you, I won't look anymore..."

True to his word, for the remainder of the journey, the lingering gaze vanished entirely. Yale kept his hand on the alarm button until the hovercar smoothly pulled up at the hospital entrance.

The male insectoid alighted first, then opened one side of the door for him, respectfully saying, "We've arrived, Your Excellency."

Yale remained silent, unbuckling his seatbelt before stepping out of the car and heading straight for the hospital.

"I'm truly sorry, Your Excellency," the voice echoed from behind him, laced with an inexplicable hint of a grim chuckle. "But next time, I'll be the one picking you up."

Yale said nothing, instead making his way to Elaine, who was waiting for him at the hospital entrance. Before the male insectoid could even crack a smile, Yale sternly stated, "Replace this driver immediately."

He didn't even avoid the driver who was still present, his softly lowered voice cold and sharp.

Elaine was momentarily stunned, instinctively about to ask why.

But in that instant, his eyes met with the male's, and he realized that Yale wasn't seeking his consent, but simply informing him of an inevitable outcome.

With a respectful expression, he said solemnly, "Of course, if it's your request."

...

Considering the incident that had displeased the male earlier, Elaine was extremely cautious throughout the journey.

He feared that the male might lose interest in the transaction if he became unhappy, leaving Elaine with nothing but regret.

However, this did not affect Yale's efficiency. Within ten minutes, the extraction was complete, and he was ushered into a VIP lounge after leaving the collection room.

"The examination report for the female is ready. I'll call a doctor to explain it to you in detail."

Elaine, elated at having successfully obtained the pheromones, activated his optical computer and summoned the waiting insect outside.

"Judging from the current state of your omega, the situation isn't particularly optimistic," the chief physician handed Yale the examination report.

"You mentioned that his eyes have initially recovered, correct? This is happening much faster than we anticipated, indicating that his damaged self-healing ability is gradually restoring. That's definitely good news for further treatments."

"However, there are issues with both of the omega's leg bones; one knee is pierced through. Surgery might be necessary, but before that, we need to further assess the condition of his legs and ensure they're fit for the operation."

The doctor observed Yale's reaction, noticing no signs of distress, and continued, "As for the bone wings on his back... there's honestly little we can do. While there are cases of bone wing regeneration, those typically involve minor damage or fractures, not complete uprooting."

Yale studied the several reports before him, his brow faintly furrowing with concern.

Elaine sighed softly, "If only we had a med bay, those things heal wounds incredibly fast and without any side effects."

"However, a medical pod is so expensive that it could buy all ten of our hospitals, and there's no feasible way to acquire one... We'll just have to proceed with gradual treatment."

Yale lowered his eyes thoughtfully, humming in response, "Proceed."

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Half an hour later.

The doctors who had entered in succession emerged and returned to their respective duties.

"Would you like to stay for lunch, sir? If not, I can drive you back home..."

In contrast to the grand and imposing entourage that accompanied the male insects whenever they appeared on the main planet, the current straightforward yet spartan manner made Elaine feel a strange sense of guilt and unease.

He tried to make amends in any way he could. "Or perhaps I can just see you to the entrance?"

Yale lowered his gaze, putting on his mask as he casually waved his hand, stopping Elaine from following him.

Instead of leaving the hospital, he strolled slowly down the corridor.

It had been a few days since his last visit. Most of the military females had been properly settled, no longer crowding the corridors with bloodied bodies as before.

He passed by the ward he had visited previously. Glancing through the narrow glass window in the door, he noticed that there were no military females inside. Perhaps they had all gone for lunch.

Just as Yale was about to avert his gaze, a faint noise of collision came from within. He instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.

Yet, his gaze happened to meet a pair of sea-blue eyes.

On the innermost bed lay a military omega, with most of his body concealed behind a hanging curtain. He wore a breathing mask, obscuring the contours of his face.

If he recalled correctly, this omega's name was Alvin.

He seemed to have improved significantly.

Despite still being wrapped in bandages and restricted in movement, a noticeable vitality was visibly returning to his body, akin to green moss creeping back onto rough rocks after the thawing of snow.

Yale held the gaze for a moment.

After a while, he lowered his eyes, pulled up his mask, and left the doorway of the patient's room.

Just as he was about to reach the hospital entrance, an astonished voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Yale? What a coincidence, you're here today too."

It was actually Huais.

Huais walked over to the nurse, gave some instructions, and then pulled Yale into an empty patient room nearby.

"I've heard about that incident too. It was quite surprising."

Huais's eyes were filled with genuine amazement, a stark contrast to his previous polite but distant demeanor, now imbued with a warmth and intimacy that suggested true approval.

"Are you here today for the pheromone exchange?"

As Yale spoke, he removed his mask, his eyes curving into a smile.

"Yes, and to discuss Xi Ze's treatment plan with them."

"Hmm…."

At the mention of this, Huais's expression shifted. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to reveal the truth to the male omega before him.

"I have something honest to tell you."

His expression was extremely solemn, causing Yale to pause, "What is it?"

"You probably don't know this, but your status as a Omega is unexpectedly high, possibly even at the S-Class or above."

"S-Class and Double-S Class Omegas are incredibly rare even within the Empire. Their backgrounds are never simple. You..."

He stumbled over his words, suddenly unsure of what to say or why he had impulsively blurted it out.

But seeing how Yale was so deeply concerned about this Omega, he worried that the Alpha might be deceived, working tirelessly only to end up with something less than what he truly desired.

Yale's pupils constricted.

His movements froze for a few seconds before he slowly lifted his head, still appearing in disbelief.

He opened his mouth, his voice barely audible, "What... did you say?"

In that instant, their eyes met. Though he didn't want to acknowledge it, Huais looked utterly sincere, clearly not joking around.

Xi Ze is... an S-Class Omega or even higher?

This thought circled through his blank mind but failed to evoke any significant emotional response.

Perhaps it was due to the overwhelming shock and disbelief that made it all feel surreal, causing him to instinctively resist delving deeper into the matter.

Yet, he had a sense of inevitability.

No wonder...

No wonder...

Although he had imagined that Xi Ze's identity might be extraordinary, he had never expected his rank to be so high.

What could be the concealed identity behind the one the female insect had been hiding?

Yale was so stunned that Hugh grew concerned and cautiously waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Sir? Yale Sir?"

"The news might be hard to accept for now, but regardless, he is now your male slave, and that fact won't change. So there's no need to worry too much..."

However, Yale barely registered the rest of Hugh's words.

He lowered his eyes in a fluster, only just managing to conceal his expression behind the mask. Eventually, he hastily bade Huiyes farewell and hurriedly left the hospital.

...

The remaining snow on the streets melted under the warm sunshine, slowly forming trickling streams that became muddy and filthy under the trampling of passing boots.

After leaving the hospital, Yale didn't hail a cab. It wasn't until he had briskly walked down several streets that he finally regained his composure, halting in his tracks.

Thankfully, with the mask on, none of the passing females recognized him, sparing him the trouble of dealing with their overly enthusiastic greetings.

Moreover, he was... entirely in no mood for anything else at the moment.

There was a park right next to the hospital.

On the white stone pavement, dozens of hardy birds perched, occasionally flapping their wings to fly a short distance before landing again. Their long, sharp beaks searched for small fruits buried beneath the snow.

Yale found a bench and sat down. The cold wind blew over him, finally rousing him fully from his daze.

The medical report had been scanned and sent to his optical brain. He reviewed it multiple times.

Moments later, he found himself instinctively tapping into the chat window with 015. The last message was still from noon.

Scrolling up revealed an endless stream of "Female Insect Observation Reports," meticulously detailing Xi Ze's whereabouts and condition, interspersed with 015's childish ramblings.

Each detail was vividly etched in his mind, as if he had witnessed it all firsthand.

It had, without him realizing, become a habit to occasionally check for new updates.

Due to 015's routine shutdown between twelve and two for immersive charging, these messages would pause their barrage for an hour.

Considering this, Yale activated the newly installed electronic camera in the living room. He had purchased it after the first incident of the female insect losing control, but this was the first time he was using it.

The camera quickly focused on the sofa, but the female insect was nowhere to be seen.

Yale paused, glancing toward the corner where the charging port was. Indeed, 015 was offline and charging, but where was the female insect?

He maneuvered the camera to look downward—

Finally, on the floor between the living room and dining area, he spotted the female insect lying on the ground.

The image sharpened, and Xi Ze's face appeared right in the center of the screen, with a wheelchair not far away. The floor was cold, and his wounds were still fresh – how dare he overexert himself like this? Couldn't he wait until 015 was activated to do whatever it is he's doing?

Yale's brows knitted together instantly. He recalled the last time the male insect had stubbornly reconstructed his mental landscape, nearly freezing to death in the process, and his mood soured.

Just as he was about to urgently awaken 015, he noticed something peculiar about Xi Ze's actions –

It seemed that the male insect was afraid of dirtying the floor, as he removed his shirt and placed it on the ground.

He then lay on top of it, performing leg lifts and stretches. After dozens of repetitions, he rolled onto his side and began another series of movements.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically, now glistening with beads of sweat. His forehead was also covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, trickling down his chiseled jawline.

These actions clearly imposed a significant burden on him, even causing near-tearing agony.

Yet, he remained calm and patient, executing each movement with a distinctive tempo, executing them flawlessly.

When he finished those exercises, Xi Ze placed his fingers on his thigh, measuring distances as he kneaded and rotated his joints rhythmically, seemingly massaging pressure points. He repeated this motion several times up and down his leg.

A series of exercises finally came to an end, and the drone's expression showed signs of fatigue.

His well-stretched legs trembled slightly, but they were visibly more relaxed and agile.

The results were evident.

Elaine's unintentional remark resurfaced in Yale's mind:

"For military drones, they prefer special recovery exercises over passive rest to maximize their self-healing effects. Some can even achieve twice or even three times the efficiency... They're truly war machines by right."

Just as Yale thought it was over, Xi Ze propped himself up on his elbow, lifting half of his body. He then reached behind to grasp the armrest of the sofa, pulling himself into a seated position.

And then—

He stood up.

Although he was unsteady, he had somehow managed to stand up slowly, despite his twisted and dislocated leg bones, with one kneecap even shattered.

The female creature's arm supporting the sofa displayed well-defined and robust muscle contours, with veins snaking up his forearm like branches extending from a tree trunk, exuding immense and resilient strength.

It was evidently painful, but he had remarkable control, ensuring the wound didn't tear open. The subtle trembling in his limbs gradually subsided.

Xi Ze's expression was grave as he attempted to sit up straighter, gently moving his legs to perform simple exercises. Each movement was brief, punctuated by thoughtful glances and a shift in posture.

After about five minutes, he cautiously returned to his wheelchair, resuming the massage on his leg's acupoints and bones.

Previously overlooked details suddenly began to assert their presence —

Previously, 015 had been puzzled. Despite the sudden power outage, he woke up to find himself charging, with Xi Ze's injury on his leg reopening and bleeding again.

Despite conservative treatment and his self-healing ability being compromised, every time they went to the hospital for a checkup, the recovery of the male's legs was consistently improving.

Yale retrieved the surveillance footage from that period. As expected, whenever he took his afternoon nap in the library and 015 happened to be charging, the male was always engaged in this activity.

Whether it was Xi Ze's unwavering military routine and habits or the glimpses of his character revealed through their conversations—

it was evident that this male before him was not someone who was indolent or indifferent, allowing things to happen as they may.

On the contrary, he was like an injured beast lurking deep in the forest, biding his time and conserving his strength, awaiting the moment to launch a desperate counterattack.

There were signs all along, but he had never delved deeper, or perhaps, he simply refused to.

Yale stared absently at the scene on his optical computer, his lips pressing together subconsciously.

"Hughes assured me that there's no need to worry. That male insect doesn't seem the type to repay kindness with enmity. Whatever we've given him now should be repaid a hundred, a thousand times over."

Those were Hughes' comforting words, but Yale had never cared about compensation.

From the beginning, he hadn't planned on keeping the male insect. They shouldn't have had such a profound connection.

What followed was a series of unintended events. He had even told Xi Ze that once he recovered, he could decide for himself whether to stay or go.

Everything was unfolding as anticipated; he should have been delighted.

...Yet, he wasn't.

For if the disparity between them was truly so vast, once Xi Ze left, their fragile bond would be severed decisively, leaving them separated by insurmountable mountains and rivers, never to meet again.

Back then, there weren't so many incidents, nor the deepening emotions complicating matters. "Letting him go" could have been spoken without a second thought.

In the scene, Xi Ze restored everything to its original state, shifting back from the wheelchair to the sofa while gradually calming his breath.

Unconsciously, he glanced at the door several times, as if waiting for it to open, displaying a domesticated manner as if he were patiently awaiting the return of his owner, even though Yale knew that this was just a temporary guest, a wild snow leopard.

A cold gust of wind swept through, startling the birds on the floor into flapping their wings noisily.

After the wind subsided, some returned to the ground to rest while others soared into the gray sky, flying far away.

Several feathers drifted down and landed on the light computer, conveniently covering the female insect's neck.

The metal ring on it shimmered with an understated dark luster, resembling the chains that bound a wild beast, tying him firmly within that house.

Xi Ze still wore the collar that symbolized his exclusive ownership of a female slave.

This thought was utterly despicable, yet it offered a breath of oxygen amidst his suffocation.

Author's Note:

Yeye: Soft, white, and sticky like sesame filling, but reveals a dark core when cut open.