Chapter 1 Arranged Marriage

Chapter 1: Arranged Marriage

When Xierlan transmigrated to the Zerg world, he was just an ordinary high school student, fresh off receiving his university acceptance letter.

He pondered what cosmic injustice he had committed to be whisked away to the Zerg realm the very moment he tore open his Qinghua University admission notice.

And to make matters worse, he was to marry a non-human, villainous female Zerg.

Xierlan sighed.

He was from Earth, and he was gay. Xierlan wasn't particular about looks; his future partner's appearance didn't matter to him. He had no specific personality requirements either—as long as they loved each other, that was enough.

Xierlan had never really imagined what his partner would be like. Now, well, he was going to marry an insect.

Standing before him was his male father, Beilin, radiating an imposing aura and clearly exasperated. "You will agree to this marriage, whether you like it or not! Don't forget your family name, understand? As long as you're obedient, as an A-grade male Zerg, you can still take many female concubines! You can have as many female slaves as you wish—even play with them until they die!"

Xierlan yawned, utterly bored, not even bothering to feign disgust. He mumbled a perfunctory, "Uh-huh, got it."

Beilin's expression softened, and he didn't scold further. "Prepare yourself. The wedding is tomorrow—the sooner, the better. Just get married, and I'll grant you anything you desire."

With that, the door slammed shut as Beilin exited. The previously hidden System 99 slowly emerged, shyly greeting Xierlan first.

"Hello, Host. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am System 99, the Pure Love, Mutual Devotion, No-Angst Sweet Romance System. My motto is: Defend pure love couples, and vow to protect beautiful 1v1 love unto death. You can simply call me CPJ, or even 'Couple 99'."

Xierlan sighed, collapsing onto the bed and letting out a long breath. "99, I can't do this."

The system shook him desperately, tears welling up. "Don't say you can't! You can, Host! You are a pure love enthusiast, a steadfast believer in pure love, with a good personality and excellent grades! Most importantly, your tolerance and adaptability are exceptional! Even if the villain doesn't form a strong connection with you, he won't fare too badly by your side! It will be great!"

99 frantically listed Xierlan's virtues, then added somewhat shyly, "The truth is, there are too few normal males these days. We had no choice but to target a recently graduated high school boy. Don't worry, time in your world is paused. Once you complete the mission, we'll send you back to your studies. The mission isn't difficult, and there are no penalties, but I still hope you'll take it seriously… Just make the villain feel happy. Our main couple needs to stay together too. If no one provides warmth to the villain, I'd have no choice but to bring you here. If you refuse, I'll just… die right before your eyes."

Xierlan wasn't particularly enthusiastic about being dragged into providing warmth to the villain, so he wasn't inclined to cooperate.

However, since CPJ's ideals aligned with his, Xierlan decided not to be too dismissive. He asked seriously, "Hasn't the villain already achieved the highest rank of general? He's incredibly wealthy, an S-grade female Zerg, with supreme noble status. Why does he still need warmth? I'd think all that would be enough to fulfill anyone's happiness."

Though kind-hearted, he wouldn't sacrifice his own marriage for a mission that had nothing to do with him—to warm an insect, no less.

In Xierlan's eyes, his first marriage should definitely be with someone he loved. Even in a virtual world, his emotions were real, and he would eventually return to his homeland. It wouldn't be good to leave emotional ties here.

Wait, was this the reason he was bound to the system?

The Pure Love Warrior Xierlan felt his vision go dark and collapsed in despair.

99 began wringing its hands. "Of course, the villain is jealous that the main character receives equal love. This Zerg world's worldview is twisted: few male Zergs, many female Zergs. Even an F-grade male Zerg is pampered and well-provided for, while female Zergs are truly pitiful. If the villain doesn't marry you, he'll be forced to marry a disgusting native male Zerg, be tortured into madness, and then destroy the main couple! Host, this world needs a protagonist to change it!!!"

Such was the Zerg world's reality. Xierlan rubbed his temples and finally relented. He blinked and smiled. "Alright, for the sake of others, I'll see if I can bring some warmth to the villain. But I'm serious—I won't casually give away my emotions."

Xierlan grinned, his eyes curving into smiles. "I'll just be brothers with the villain."

99 certainly had no objections. Pure love should be defended with pure love! Brotherhood could also bring happiness!

With their cooperation mode happily decided, Xierlan began actively researching the villain's background.

Sexia, a noble military female Zerg, came from a prominent family, wielded immense power, and possessed wealth rivaling nations. He completed all elementary to university courses by age 15, began researching mechas, graduated from the top military academy at 18, joined the First Army, and saw his rank skyrocket over six years. While still young, he had achieved every accolade military females dreamed of.

The dense data was overwhelming, making it impossible to fully capture the astounding life story of this genius.

However, since he was a noble military female, there were no photos of him on the Starnet—only a blurry image of his back. It showed him wearing a black military uniform, with snow-white hair trailing down to his waist, tied loosely with a band, exuding a cold demeanor.

Xierlan propped his chin on his hand, feeling somewhat disconnected about getting married the next day.

But could a wedding be prepared on such short notice?

Why the rush? It wasn't like he was being reborn. A wedding should be properly organized, right? Otherwise, what kind of ceremony would it be? Moreover, this world's values were too disgusting. Xierlan felt that since he was getting married, he should take it seriously. Besides, female Zergs treated well by male Zergs had it easier.

No, this setting was just too gross!

Xierlan took a deep breath, closed the browsing page, and continued studying the Zerg world's cultural materials. To integrate into this world, he needed to understand its culture. So, Xierlan spent the day quietly in his bedroom.

The next day, he went about his routine but found it strange that no preparations were underway at home. Out of respect, he politely called his nominal father and asked, "Has the wedding not been prepared yet?"

Beilin sounded pleasantly surprised on the other end. "Before, you were crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide to avoid marriage. Now you're asking about it? Preparations have already begun. You'll see by 3 p.m."

3 p.m.? Were they starting the preparations at 3 p.m.?

Xierlan was stunned. "You're this efficient?"

Beilin started rambling about unrelated things again. Xierlan couldn't be bothered to listen and hung up after dismissively acknowledging. Since the preparation time was confirmed, Xierlan arranged his schedule accordingly. At 3 p.m., he left his bedroom to help with the preparations.

He started waiting at 2:50 p.m., but by 4 p.m., no one had arrived.

Xierlan was puzzled. Checking his light-brain, he saw no missed calls. Just as he was about to make a call, the doorbell rang.

Xierlan was confused. "Who are you…?"

The leader was a middle-aged military female Zerg. Upon seeing Xierlan’s face, he visibly froze, then bowed apologetically. “My sincerest apologies, Sir. We apologize for the delay. There was an unexpected incident, but it has been resolved. We wish you a smooth contract signing.”

Xierlan keenly caught the term “contract signing” and frowned slightly. Before he could ask anything, the military Zergs swarmed in, carrying a large iron box and a smaller one.

“You can use fingerprint recognition to open it later. We must take our leave now. Rest assured, the crisis has been resolved. Please do not open the inhibitor.”

With that, they left. Xierlan frowned and walked toward the iron box.

This was too strange.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a wedding? Why were they delivering an iron box? Where was the person? How could he get married if the person wasn’t here?

Xierlan muttered to himself as he pressed his fingerprint against the lock. The heavy door slowly opened, revealing what was inside.

The sight made Xierlan’s eyes widen in shock, his handsome face filled with disbelief.

Inside was a disheveled female Zerg with snow-white hair. Tall and slender, his long hair seemed to have lost its luster, covering his face as he huddled in pain. Around his neck was an inhibitor, and he was gasping in pain.

Based on Xierlan’s understanding of this world, he immediately realized what was happening.

A mental breakdown.

Moreover, he might not be marrying a primary consort but a concubine. After all, how could a primary consort be treated like this?

The more Xierlan thought about it, the more horrified he became.

Was this world insane? A general was being given to him as a concubine?!?

Xierlan, a pure Earth human with his original body, was unable to emit pheromones. Panicking, he struggled to lift the military female Zerg onto the bed, brought over a glass of warm water, and frantically called out to the system in his mind.

“What do I do now?! You didn’t upload the world details to me!!!”

99 was equally frantic, screaming, “I’m sorry, Host! I didn’t realize the upload failed! I’m sending it again now!”

99 screamed upon seeing the villain's state, "Feed him your pheromones, Host! Calm him down first, then perform mental soothing!"

Xierlan, "……"

I can't handle this.

As the system's voice faded, the person on the bed curled up in unbearable agony. Xierlan, a pure-hearted high school boy whose biggest crisis used to be not coming in first on an exam, now had a new top entry on his list of panics.

His ears flushed red, Xierlan didn't dare look at the military Zerg on the bed. The other was only wearing a simple sleeping robe, as if to make things easier for him, and his figure was clearly visible through the fabric.

He turned his head away, reaching out tentatively, like a kitten, to touch Sexia. The other was in too much pain, and Xierlan seemed to catch a faint scent of something fragrant. Amid the torment and suffering, Sexia slowly cracked open his eyes.

Before him was a tall male Zerg whose face was unclear, extending a slender, pale fingertip and placing it into Sexia's lips.

Sexia tasted the distinct pheromones and began trembling all over, like someone starved crazy, frantically licking and sucking Xierlan's fingertip. Even though he had lost his rationality, he forced himself to crawl toward Xierlan on his knees, pushing the unprepared Xierlan down onto the bed.

Instantly, the gentle fragrance of gardenia orchid flooded Sexia's senses.

Xierlan's face burned crimson. The Zerg on the bed was too exposed—the sleeping robe had slipped aside, revealing long, powerful thighs. They were beautiful, but also enough to make a high school boy blush intensely. He panted, restless, as if in heat, his exposed skin glowing with an indescribable, fevered beauty.

Xierlan closed his eyes, shamefully pushing the Zerg off him. His licked hand was left with multiple red rings, even bite marks, looking somewhat frightening.

Seeing the female Zerg stirred into a heat cycle, Xierlan thought it was because the mental turmoil hadn't subsided. "Why isn't it working? Maybe I should feed you some blood."

He fetched a clean small knife and had just made a tiny cut when the rich scent of gardenia orchid spread. The system screamed, "Ahhhhhhhh! Host, your blood purity is too high! The scent will trigger the heat cycles of nearby female Zergs! Didn't I tell you to calm him first before the mental soothing? Hurry, feed it to the villain!!! I'll turn on the air purifier!!!"

Xierlan felt like the sky was falling. In his panic, he shoved his bleeding finger into the female Zerg's mouth. Instantly, the female Zerg, who had been in agony, was filled with the male's pheromones. The dull pain and devastation in his psychic realm seemed to mend in an instant, and Sexia finally regained some clarity, clearly facing the situation.

Today was the day he was to become the concubine of the notorious, vile male Zerg. Originally scheduled to be delivered to the male's home at two o'clock, Sexia had unexpectedly suffered a psychic disturbance. After being forcibly subdued with electric shocks, he was delivered to the male's home.

Would a male Zerg be this kind? Even willing to give him so many pheromones?

Sexia slowly shifted his gaze, catching sight of the male Zerg's appearance. For a moment, Sexia widened his eyes in disbelief.

Xierlan only showed a side profile—rare black hair and black eyes among Zergs, with a gentle, quiet handsomeness and exquisite, perfect contours. He resembled a smooth, pristine piece of porcelain, with an indescribably beautiful and serene aura, seeming vastly different from his reputation.

And apparently aware of his own disheveled state, with large areas of skin exposed, he kept blushing and avoiding eye contact, his hands behaving very properly.

Originally, Sexia loathed male Zergs, despised the physiological reactions triggered by pheromones, and even hated this twisted, ugly world. But the moment he saw Xierlan, he instinctively spoke, betraying his past convictions, hoarsely uttering that nauseating address.

"My Lord..."

Xierlan felt his scalp go numb. He instinctively looked down at the female Zerg in his arms, and upon clearly seeing the other's appearance, he froze in place.

Honestly, he had strong objections about being dragged here to comfort the villain and even getting married—it felt like an arranged marriage, a control and shackle on personal will. It wasn't the feudal era, yet this superficial change felt just as stifling.

But now—

Xierlan properly and decorously supported Sexia, clumsily uttering an "Mhm," facing him as he slowly lowered his head, too nervous to meet his eyes, ears reddening. He cleared his throat softly.

"Mhm, I'm here."

Author's Note:

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Made some edits.

This is a super incredible bedtime fairy tale romance. The dominant partner is a very good old-school type who thinks the villain is amazing.

Because work is busy, updates will be 2-5 times a week. I won't abandon the story, it will be completed. If you like it, darlings, feel free to comment and bookmark. Seeing them might encourage me to update daily (twiddles fingers).