Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Yale initially thought he would feel awkward.

After all, they had both startled each other during the confession and even lost control, crying profusely… Although the outcome was rather positive.

In any case, after regaining his composure, his face burned with embarrassment. It took him a whole day to mentally prepare himself before he finally opened the door to leave his room.

Familiar sounds came from the kitchen. Yale poked his head out and, as expected, saw the busy figure of the female insectoid, with 015 assisting nearby.

He sat down at the dining table without a word.

Xi Ze served breakfast onto a plate, hesitated for a moment, then didn't pass it to 015. Instead, he untied the knot at the back of his apron and carried the plate out himself.

"Ah? Um, thank you."

Yale accepted the plate from the female insectoid with slightly restrained hands, stammering slightly.

"There's no need to thank me, Lord Male."

Xi Ze spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the quivering eyelashes of the male. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Hmm... Indeed, it was awkward.

They avoided eye contact throughout. Yale noticed that the male paused briefly beside him before resuming his way to the kitchen, while he struggled to contain the pounding heart that seemed ready to leap out of his throat.

But somehow, this sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant, like a rich soup simmering gently on low heat, bubbling softly.

A peculiar mix of anxiety and reassurance quietly permeated the air, filling every hurried breath they took.

Unable to resist, Yale glanced up at the male, only to see that in the kitchen, the male had reached for a jar of white sugar, hesitated for a moment, then put it back, instead opting for the salt shaker.

Whether it was due to the military male's strict demeanor or his inherent meticulousness, Xi Ze never mixed up his seasonings, as they were always placed in their designated spots.

Despite the slight disarray, Yale strangely sensed a hint of agitation and unease beneath it all.

It was as if, faced with something unfamiliar, the male was attempting to maintain composure through experience, but still couldn't entirely hide a touch of his inexperienced side.

So this is how it feels, he thought.

Unable to look directly yet yearning to, he was full of nervous tics that were endearingly awkward, even more so than before they had officially become partners.

The atmosphere was entirely different now, a change that could be sensed without any words being spoken.

Yale pressed his lips together, unable to resist stealing another glance at the busy figure of the male insect wearing the apron.

Hmm... That apron does seem a bit too tight. Maybe we should go buy a new one together sometime.

I wonder if that department store we visited last time has been repaired. They had quite an extensive selection there.

"Isn't he eating?"

Xi Ze brought out his own plate, only to find Yale sitting upright in his seat, lost in thought as he stared at the food on his plate. It wasn't until Xi Ze sat down that Yale picked up his utensils.

"I was waiting for you."

Xi Ze was slightly taken aback, a tender poke seemingly melting the tip of his heart. The corners of his lips curved involuntarily.

It was the first time he had heard those words, and given that their relationship wasn't widely accepted by society, it was... rather too obedient.

Regardless of whether they were slaves or servants, no females were allowed to dine with their males. Typically, they would stand by after preparing the meal, ready to attend to their male's needs at any moment.

Only a female ruler could share a meal with her male counterpart, but it was still not customary for the male to wait specifically for her.

There were numerous strict rules outlined in the handbook distributed upon the establishment of their bond.

Yet, Yale never adhered to these conventions. He did as he pleased and allowed his female complete freedom.

They ate and rose together, engaging in equal conversations as if they were intimate and trustworthy friends or companions, with no need for unnecessary courtesies or requests.

Being around Yale was genuinely comforting, though he seemed oblivious to this fact.

Was he perhaps too fortunate?

Xi Ze couldn't help but ponder.

To have stumbled upon this unique ray of gentle and sincere moonlight amidst countless males, all with distinct yet similar personalities, and amidst the hypocritical or arrogant offerings and humiliations.

Perhaps he had been lost in thought for too long, for Yale gave him a curious glance. "Why aren't you eating?"

Xi Ze cleared his throat softly and picked up his utensils as instructed, "I'll eat now."

The meal was eaten in silence, save for the gentle sounds of chewing, brief requests, and expressions of gratitude.

015 felt somewhat uncomfortable, frequently glancing at the two insects with an odd atmosphere between them.

"Are you having a disagreement?"

Unable to handle overly complex emotions, given Yale's absence for several days and his current reluctance to speak more than necessary with the male insect, 015 could only come to this conclusion.

Yale choked unexpectedly, his face inexplicably heating up again. He whispered, "...No, don't guess like that."

"Oh," 015 nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

As if a barrier had been broken, the slow-moving air between them began to flow again.

After silently finishing breakfast and having his plate taken away, Yale suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of the male insect's clothing.

Xi Ze turned to look at him, his reaction akin to a snow leopard having its most sensitive tail tugged. He immediately stood still obediently, "What is it?"

Yale's heartbeat skipped a beat, pounding fiercely against his chest, resonating with a muffled thud deep in his ear canals.

He almost feared that the sound would be heard by the male insectoid.

But 015's large eyes were fixed intently on him. Yale licked his lips and, after a moment's hesitation, released his grip. He whispered, "It's okay, you go ahead."

The male insectoid seemed to sense something and let out a slight, nervous cough. Nevertheless, he entered the kitchen first upon hearing Yale's words.

Normally, Yale would return to his room after breakfast to sort through documents or attend to other matters. Today, however, he remained seated at the dining table for an unusually long time.

Only when 015 had left for another part of the residence did Yale silently rise from his seat and approach Xize, who was cleaning up the aftermath.

The automatic dishwasher hummed diligently, generating white suds that were swiftly carried away by the flowing water. The steady, subtle noise blended into the tranquility of the early morning.

Xize was preparing the ingredients for their afternoon meal. This particular type of star beast had unique meat that required three to four hours of marinating to develop its flavor.

Yale couldn't quite recall the other details the salesperson had rattled off; it had been a barrage of information that was too complicated for someone like him, a kitchen novice.

"Crunch, crunch…"

Tender fingers deftly kneaded the raw meat, evenly coating it with spices, releasing a vibrant, succulent aroma even before cooking began.

"Um, how do we proceed with this?"

Yale's Adam's apple bobbed as he pondered for a long while on how to initiate a conversation, eventually deciding on straightforward honesty.

"Soak it first in the marinade. I recall we have some wine at home..."

The deep, steady voice of the male insect whispered beside his ear, warm breath tickling the tip of Yale's earlobe, causing a gentle, prickling sensation.

Fixing his gaze attentively for a moment, Yale's eyes inadvertently drifted to Xi Ze's profile, only to meet a pair of soft golden irises.

The dazzling golden eyes reflected the morning glow, as if they had merged with the bright daylight. Right at the center, a tiny figure was mirrored, enshrined in the sunlight within those eyes, like a silent and devout pilgrimage.

A thunderous boom echoed in Yale's heart, erasing his slightly unsettled thoughts. All that remained were their distinct breaths audible to one another.

He couldn't tell if he leaned in first, or if the male insect had closed his eyes and lowered his head, or if they both silently consented at a shared moment—

Intertwining hot breaths mingled gently at first, but upon contact, they clung to each other inseparably, as if they were destined to be one.

The caramel sweetness alleviated the faint bitterness, making the male insect more palatable.

It was like a hard candy filled with flowing maple syrup, swirling around in the mouth, reluctant to be swallowed in one bite.

Yale had never understood the allure of kissing before, what made those drama protagonists kiss again and again, even spinning in circles just to force a kiss, then afterward, wearing an expression of endless satisfaction...

So other people's saliva was that sweet, huh?

But now - Yale shamelessly admitted to himself: Yes, it was indeed sweet.

"Remember to breathe through your nose."

Their tightly pressed lips parted slightly, only to press back together quickly. Xi Ze lowered his gaze, gently nibbling and rubbing against those delicate lips, his voice rough yet low.

There were military training exercises on lung capacity and holding one's breath underwater; in this aspect, the male insect would definitely not match him. If he didn't learn to breathe through his nose soon, they'd have to pause for a break after a short while.

Yale's breaths were hot and hurried, and the tears that welled up from the suffocation dampened his eyelashes, making it seem as though he had been kissed to tears. "Mmm."

Xi Ze lowered his head, tracing the gentle contours of the male insect's face with his lips, eventually pausing over those beautiful eyes to kiss away every salty, moist droplet.

This kind of affection, devoid of any other connotations, was more to Yale's liking than an intimate exchange of lips and tongues.

Like a nurturing, maternal warmth, it softly places a goodnight kiss upon the forehead to soothe away all anxieties and fears.

"Master..."

Yale's eyes were half-lidded, emitting a sticky nasal sound as he was kissed, resembling a cat that had its fur stroked, baring its belly under the skilled fingers, his tail swaying leisurely to and fro.

His waist was pressed against the hard countertop, the cold sensation piercing through his clothing and contrasting sharply with his increasingly warm skin.

Soon, the tremors were soothed by a pair of freshly washed hands that encircled him, shielding him from the uncomfortable chill.

"Shall I clean the master bedroom today?" 015's voice suddenly echoed from the living room, accompanied by the familiar sound of wheels rolling.

The previously insignificant voice now seemed to boom right into Yale's ear, catching him off guard and making him jump. His eyes widened slightly as he instinctively created some distance from the male insect.

Quickly realizing his disheveled state, he hastily straightened his clothes.

"Sorry to bother you."

Seeing 015 about to enter the aftermath, Yale hurriedly cleared his throat and called out from inside.

Xi Ze was more composed. After smoothing out his crumpled apron and washing his hands again, he carefully tidied the unruly strands of hair on the male insect's forehead.

"Alright," came the response.

The sound of wheels turning reversed, heading towards the master bedroom instead.

Yale exhaled in relief but found himself feeling even more strangely exhilarated.

Why did he have an inexplicable... sense of secretly indulging in an affair with a child at home?

With this thought surfacing, the heat that had just faded from his ears returned, now redder and hotter than before, as if he had been completely flushed through.

"It's alright," Xi Ze nuzzled against him, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke in a soothing tone, as if comforting a youngling.

"Master, why don't you watch some TV first? I'll be done soon."

"Alright."

Yale instinctively licked his lips and moved away from the male, unaware that his expression betrayed a hint of reluctance. His drooping eyelids were tinged with red, glistening with moisture.

It was as if he were a cat that had obediently walked away but still lingered with its fluffy tail entwined around the caretaker's calf, testing one's willpower and patience to the limit.

Xi Ze's fingers twitched, then he restrained himself, tightening his grip to hide the emerging desires in his eyes.

*

Yale had granted Xi Ze access to the bedroom, including the use of the bed.

Although it felt somewhat unfamiliar, he believed that if they were going to try, they should do it properly. Any psychological barriers could be overcome with effort. That was his mindset.

However, when it came to pretending to sleep to deceive the one sharing the pillow, Yale was far from being as skilled as a military male. As a result, he was caught red-handed during his first attempt at feigning slumber.

After that incident, Xi Ze refused to sleep in the same bed with him.

"I'm just a little uncomfortable, but it'll get better after we sleep together for a few more nights."

Yale insisted, striving to appear sincere, but was still met with the female worm's relentless refusal.

"I saw you taking sleeping pills. If you have sleep disorders, you can't disrupt your routine casually. The male ruler's sleep quality is highly unstable, and it can't worsen because of me."

It was the first time Yale had encountered such unwavering rejection from Xi Ze. Squinting his eyes, he unleashed an array of tactics, including persistent pleading, refusing to leave the sofa, and even attempting to kiss the female worm whenever he got the chance.

The female worm had never been able to resist him. Under this relentless barrage, she held out for only an hour before reluctantly softening her tone.

"I can take a nap with the male ruler, but not at night."

Naps usually lasted one to one and a half hours, during which the curtains in the room would be drawn, blocking out all sunlight, creating an ambiance akin to evening.

Yale wasn't accustomed to having another person's breath nearby while he slept.

However, perhaps due to their previous intertwining of pheromones, the discomfort of his personal space being invaded dissipated significantly when enveloped by the familiar, faint bitter scent.

"Still can't fall asleep?"

Rustling sounds came from behind him, followed by a hot breath across his neck. The female worm's slightly hoarse voice echoed.

"No," Yale fibbed. "I'll be asleep within five minutes."

He heard the gentle laughter of the male insect.

Then, a hand reached out from beside him, tucking his blankets in first, before covering his chest through the blankets and patting him rhythmically, just like how one would soothe a youngling to sleep.

The distinctive bitter scent of the male insect grew stronger, permeating the pillow and blankets, warming them with a comforting embrace, like building a warm and secure fortress.

Yale's artificially prolonged breaths gradually turned genuine, leading him into a deep, dream-filled slumber.

They maintained a certain distance initially to help Yale get accustomed, but once they fell asleep and woke up again, they'd find themselves entangled without realizing it.

The first time, Yale blushed fiercely.

He had never thought his sleeping posture was terrible. After all, he always followed the doctor's instructions, lying on his back to induce sleep, then waking up after a few hours of light dozing.

But sleeping with Xi Ze made him realize that he actually kicked the blankets off or stole most of them from the male insect's side, curling up into a ball before rolling into the male's embrace.

Though falling asleep became more challenging, once he was truly asleep, he could even perform a full set of radio exercises without stirring, completely shattering Yale's previous self-image.

"It's truly adorable."

Back then, Xi Ze held back his smile, patted the spring roll on Yale's body, and coughed softly.

"I didn't expect the Ruler to be so... lively when sleeping."

Feeling his face heat up, Yale buried himself under the covers to calm down. Then, he got out of bed, stepped on the floor barefoot, and pulled open the curtains with a swoosh.

The brilliant glow that had been blocked outside flooded in, casting a warm and soothing light on the bed, creating an atmosphere as if the world had ended while they slept.

...

However, it was undeniable that Yale had significant sleep issues.

Sometimes, when his condition wasn't good, he needed sleeping pills to fall asleep. The insectoids' basic medical development was excellent, and these medications had little addictive properties or severe side effects.

Many times, Yale would resist and skip taking them, tossing and turning in bed for hours before getting up the next day as if nothing had happened.

But once Xi Ze found out about this pill-taking habit, it became a daily task just like how Yale used to make the male insect drink milk every night.

However, Yale usually managed to wriggle his way out of it. The omega was powerless against his coquettish and shameless antics, often wavering in his resolve.

"What's this?"

Lazily lounging on the sofa, Yale idly twirled a long, dog-shaped pillow between his fingers. Upon seeing the omega approach with a small tray, he lifted his gaze with curiosity.

"Midnight snack."

Xi Ze spoke softly, using chopsticks to lift a petite dessert and press it against Yale's lower lip. "Just one bite, then it's time for bed."

Eating sweets before sleep wasn't great for the teeth. Yale hesitated briefly but soon succumbed to the alluring aroma, devouring it in one go.

It's fine, brushing properly will take care of it.

Zerg toothpaste was incredibly magical. Sometimes, Yale wondered if its formulation was designed to accommodate an omega's transformation, allowing them to brush their skull-piercing steel fangs directly.

As usual, a goodnight kiss was exchanged, tender and warm on the cheek.

Yale floated away on cloud nine as he went to wash up. Brushing his teeth in a daze, he vaguely sensed that he had forgotten something important.

...What had he forgotten?

Not until he was in bed, blankets pulled up, did he suddenly realize that he might have skipped his medication. Yet, waves of drowsiness washed over him, an effect of the medicine after ingestion.

He licked his lips, still able to savor the lingering sweetness on them.

It was incredibly sweet, almost to the point of causing toothache.

Not that he was referring to the pastry.

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Occasionally, those in error would transform into female insects.

Yale had initially thought that his nightmares were gone for good, considering the numerous mental guidance sessions he'd undergone and the robust nurturing of his reconstructed mental landscape, which was currently in an excellent state.

Yet, memories and emotions were not equivalent to mental strength, something that could be externally repaired or intervened in. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so difficult to deal with post-traumatic stress disorder in military omegas. It was something Yale came to realize belatedly.

It was originally just an ordinary afternoon.

There were no unusual occurrences in the morning, and there were no other plans for the afternoon. Everything was proceeding as usual, with even the sunlight outside the window being gentle and soothing, exuding an atmosphere of safety and tranquility.

However, without any prior warning, Xi Ze's breathing became rapid. At its climax, he experienced a sudden spasm, causing the bed to shake violently.

"Cough... Hah... Agh!"

It seemed that he was trapped in a nightmare, his forehead covered in cold sweat. His eyes, hidden beneath his eyelids, trembled restlessly. A trail of blood trickled from the corner of his tightly pursed lips, startling Yale who had just been roused.

"Xi Ze?!"

At this moment, it was difficult to awaken an omega in such a state. They might be immersed in a specific scenario, their mental landscape fortified with an impenetrable barrier. No force could break through it.

Yet, their pheromones held some influence. The caramel scent seemed capable of infiltrating Xi Ze's dreams, offering a slight sense of comfort.

In response to the scent, Xi Ze instinctively drew closer to Yale, gripping his hand as if it were a lifeline, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

"!!!"

Suddenly, he shot up, his eyes bloodshot, his expression dazed and exhausted.

Regaining consciousness, the first thing he did was tenderly kiss Yale's bruised wrist repeatedly. He didn't bother wiping away the cold sweat trickling into his eyes as he apologized in a low, hoarse voice.

"It's alright, it's all over now. Don't be afraid."

Yale soothed, pulling the blanket to cover the male partner.

The body in his arms was no longer its usual warm and supple self; it was on high alert, tense, and even slightly convulsing.

He didn't inquire about what had happened.

If the male hadn't voluntarily shared it with him, those were likely memories he preferred not to recall.

In any case, everything was in the past. It could be healed gradually, without the need to reopen wounds and expose them to the scorching scrutiny of sunlight and gazes.

Everything would pass, Yale whispered inwardly.

He released his pheromones, infusing them into the male's body, and lowered his head to place a reassuring kiss on his face.

*

Activities around the bed were not limited to sleep alone but also included sacral rejuvenation and mental energy guidance.

During the period when Yale was preoccupied with finding a way to retrieve the chip from the collar of the submissive male, he would leave early and return late, sometimes not coming home for two consecutive days. These soothing measures naturally fell by the wayside.

Male drones didn't initiate such needs, and Yale's knowledge on this subject was vague. It wasn't until Xi Ze's rut became irregular once again that Yale belatedly realized he had a specific responsibility as a male drone.

By the time he managed to soothe his surging desires, the female beneath him was already burning up. His beautiful body undulated with soft curves, exuding a vibrant and warm aura from his damp, honey-hued skin.

He was like a large piece of melting maple syrup, sweetened by Yale's scent that permeated from within to without.

Yale was embraced entirely, and at one point, he buried his face in, almost drowning in the overly soft pectoral muscles. It took great effort for him to break free.

Hugging Xi Ze back, he whispered a reminder, "Remember to tell me next time. I don't quite remember this… Setting an alarm might help too."

It sounded like the female let out a gentle sigh, a mix of contentment and relief. He reached out to caress the back of Yale's neck.

"If there's a next time, I will."

And so, this became their evening activity after seven or eight o'clock.

Essentially, it was just standard venting, or going a step further with mutual assistance, followed by a kiss, then each would clean up and go to sleep separately.

...

Another nocturnal activity came to an end.

Yale tugged at his sticky clothes, deciding to take a shower before the male partner.

After the sound of running water filled the bathroom, Xi Ze closed his eyes, feeling his depleted strength gradually recover. He got out of bed, draped in a robe.

He wandered around aimlessly.

The room's layout was simple, adorned with minimal decorations. There was only a bed, a desk, a chair, perhaps a small sofa, and some miscellaneous items.

It was even smaller than the storage room in the Admiral's residence, but it felt particularly charming, exuding a unique warmth and sense of security, like a cozy nest nestled in the corner of one's heart.

A draft from an inadequately closed window brought in a chill, accompanied by the sudden rustling of pages.

Xi Ze's gaze flickered, shifting towards the male's desk where a thick notebook lay open.

He hadn't seen it before, perhaps the male insectoid had forgotten to retrieve it.

After a moment of hesitation, he leaned in for a closer look.

In the next second, his pupils constricted slightly.

The page was filled with dense text, the handwriting strong and vigorous yet graceful and elegant. The arrangement of the words was pleasing to the eye, but... he couldn't understand a single word.

Diplomacy was an essential aspect of being a commander, and Xi Ze had dabbled in various common languages of the interstellar species. However, he was completely baffled by what the male insectoid had written.

It might be some rare form of language... Some insects would be interested in obscure languages, and might even specialize in learning and researching them.

The sound of running water in the bathroom showed no sign of abating. Xi Ze hesitated for a moment, then picked up the bedside light computer and scanned the text on the page.

"Warning! Unidentified! Unidentified!"

"Please scan the correct language—"

Author's Note:

It seems like something has been revealed (uncovered) (a stealthy glimpse taken).