Chapter 42 Play

Chapter 42 Play

Sexia’s hand, resting on the human’s head, gently stroked his dry, warm hair. Xierlan, a true romantic, occasionally exuded an allure that was hard for any insect to resist.

This blend of maturity and childishness in Xierlan deeply captivated him.

With a soft smile, Sexia raised a hand to pinch Xierlan’s soft cheek. "You can hold me for as long as you wish, my Primary Male."

Xierlan wrapped his arms around Sexia’s waist, feeling the warm, almost scorching heat beneath his palm. In the end, he simply nestled closer, silent.

Sexia held him quietly. Nestled in his embrace, Xierlan suddenly felt very sleepy. His hand, resting on Sexia’s waist, slowly moved up to his back, faintly tracing the skin where his wing sacs lay.

Sexia found it hard to resist but simply closed his eyes, lifted his chin slightly, and gently rested it on Xierlan’s shoulder, as they snuggled together.

Xierlan held him like this for a long time before nuzzling affectionately against Sexia. Fortunately, the sofa was spacious. Xierlan kissed the tip of Sexia’s ear and whispered, "Let’s just sleep here on the sofa."

The sofa was big enough for both of them.

Back in middle and high school, Xierlan had consciously pondered what kind of romantic atmosphere he preferred. He often saw couples at school playing around—some were deeply in love, while others were extremely casual. Some stayed together from middle school through high school without breaking up, while others were caught by school authorities shortly after getting together.

One person dated a junior for two years, yet both were too shy to even hold hands. Another seemed intent on dating every girl in his grade.

Xierlan didn’t pay much attention to these things, but he was curious about why these people got together. At such a young age, did they even understand love? Did they know what forever meant?

Xierlan didn’t understand and couldn’t figure it out, but he was certain he preferred a pure, gentle kind of love. He loved curling up on the sofa with someone he loved to watch movies or sleep. When the weather turned cold, a thin blanket was all they needed, and the warmth from their embrace would be enough to keep them cozy.

He looked forward to such moments.

Hearing this, Sexia agreed softly. He reached for a thin blanket nearby. On the main planet, the climate was consistently mild—no distinct winter or summer, just comfortable temperatures, with only a slight chill during rain.

They held each other intimately, their hair almost tangling together, and slept embraced until the next morning.

Sexia woke up early. Xierlan hadn’t let go of him yet—perhaps too accustomed to each other’s warmth and presence, they felt no discomfort even after hours of cuddling.

Sexia’s heart softened. He gently sat up, moved the arm around his waist aside, and got up to make breakfast.

Xierlan remained in his sleeping posture, looking very peaceful, his black hair tousled into a messy bundle.

Sexia was meticulous in cooking. Unlike Xierlan, he wouldn't wear an apron; he’d simply take out the ingredients and begin washing them.

Still in bed, Xierlan, not feeling the familiar warmth, drowsily got up and habitually went to wash up first.

When he came out to look for Sexia, the latter was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Still in his pajamas with slightly messy hair, Xierlan approached Sexia. Seeing his tall, graceful silhouette, Xierlan picked up a clean apron and hugged Sexia from behind.

Sexia hadn’t cooked in over a week. Resting his chin on Sexia’s shoulder, Xierlan gently tied the apron strings for him.

Sexia knew it was him and wasn’t startled. He continued handling the food calmly, letting Xierlan put the apron on him.

Xierlan spoke softly,

"In my family, it’s usually my dad who cooks. My mom is often busy outside, but occasionally she cooks at home too. She doesn’t like wearing aprons because she cooks quickly, but sometimes she still ends up with grease stains on her clothes."

After tying a bow, Xierlan hugged him, his voice light with amusement. "My dad always says he’s not good for much, letting his wife work tirelessly outside while he stays home, taking care of the kids, playing games, and making a modest income. He says if anyone took the spatula from him, he’d never forgive himself."

"But my mom insists on making fried rice for us. She never remembers to wear an apron. He’s afraid she might get splashed by oil, so every time she grabs the spatula, he persistently helps her put on the apron and sleeves to prevent burns or her clothes smelling like grease or smoke."

After saying all this, Xierlan shyly added, "Now I have a wife too, and I can tie an apron for her. But it’s better if I cook, because you get exhausted from your duties."

Sexia couldn’t help but smile.

"Your parents are very affectionate."

Xierlan raised an eyebrow, loosened the ties at his back, patted Sexia’s waist, and said happily, "So are we! Let me take over—give me the apron."

His dad once said that the best way to love someone is to naturally do things for them. If you have to hesitate or deliberate, either don’t do it or don’t be together.

Xierlan hadn’t agreed before, but now he thought it was right.

After all, if something requires deliberation, it means it’s either difficult or not worth it. Plus, having to consider whether it should be done or not—if it’s that draining, it’s better to focus that energy on loving yourself.

Sexia didn’t expect the apron to be on him for only three seconds before Xierlan naturally took it and tied it on himself. When he leaned in for a kiss, there was a faint gardenia-orchid scent.

"Take a nap on the sofa, baby. I’ll make some noodles—it’ll take about twenty minutes. I’ll call you when it’s ready."

Just like that, Sexia was gently ushered out of the kitchen.

He thought he had already grown accustomed to Xierlan’s thoughtfulness and affection, but whenever he experienced it, his heart always felt full to bursting.

Speechless, Sexia murmured softly, as if helpless, "Really..."

Xierlan’s love was as delicate as a feather, yet it fell with a weight that lingered heavily.

Sexia didn’t fight him for the spatula. He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and rested.

After breakfast, Sexia still escorted Xierlan back to the classroom.

The fully liberated human radiated vitality. Getting off the hover car, he hugged Sexia and said, "See you tonight!"

Sexia hummed in agreement, smiling as he bid him goodbye.

Xierlan went to class. Since his schedule wasn’t as tight or demanding as before, he no longer wore glasses. His eyes sparkled brightly and beautifully as he waved goodbye.

After Xierlan left, Sexia took out his light brain to check the message that had just arrived.

There was progress regarding the previously arranged matters. The insect with crucial clues was last tracked to Pino Star. He still needed to make a few trips there first.

After replying to take a break, Sexia cleared the records, calmly changed direction, and prepared to gather capture weapons first.

Xierlan also arrived at the teaching room. Liposi had taken off today to go out and have fun with Sang Li.

Now, it was just time for practical training! Once that was fully completed, they’d wait for the procedures. After the procedures were done, it would mark the end of the reform through labor. Mhm, very reasonable arrangements! And he had plenty of time—enough to do everything he wanted.

The morning class was dry physiology. Xierlan had already mastered all there was to know from studying medical texts, so he continued molding the little figurines of himself and Sexia that he hadn’t finished during his free time.

The teaching instructor turned a blind eye to this obvious daydreaming in class. After all, having a male insect sitting obediently in the classroom was already something to be immensely grateful for.

Haibi was still bombarding him with messages. Miao Qie planned to buy some adult items to play with his primary consort.

Xierlan kept molding the clay figures.

It wasn’t easy to sculpt them to look exactly like them. After several attempts, Xierlan took a picture of the awkwardly shaped figures on the table and sent it to Sexia.

Xierlan: Look, look, it’s the two of us.

He knew Sexia might not return so quickly, so he continued shaping the clay. Halfway through, class ended, and Xierlan went to the cafeteria with Miao Qie and the others to eat.

Halfway through the meal, Miao Qie seemed completely unable to hold back. He leaned in conspiratorially, "Recently discovered a fascinating toy—a sensory restraint belt. When your body temperature rises, it gives this melting sensation, especially when tied around... that area."

Haibi’s eyes lit up as he listened. "Link! Send me the link! My primary consort would definitely blush. I want to see him blush—he’s never blushed before."

The perpetually reserved Xierlan could only think: enough is enough.

After saying this, Haibi started blushing himself, his tail hook so excited it practically itched to wag.

Miao Qie glanced at Xierlan, somewhat puzzled. "How come you and your primary consort don’t play with these things?"

Xierlan rarely played that way. The most he’d done was have Sexia wear cat ears and a tail during intimate moments.

Just thinking about certain things made Xierlan blush uncontrollably.

"My primary consort and I are quite gentle in that aspect. We don’t play like that."

Miao Qie’s eyes widened. He looked at Xierlan with an expression of frustration, as if Xierlan were missing out on something incredible.

"You really don’t get it at all. If you tie up your female insect and release a bit of pheromones, they won’t be able to resist begging you. My primary consort isn’t too fond of begging, so I release a little more, teasing him until he crawls begging to me."

Miao Qie’s tail hook tingled with excitement.

If only he’d known female insects could be this adorable—damn that Ximodo for hiding it so well!

Heaven knows how incredibly sexy it was when he tied Ximodo’s hands behind his back, tightened the restraint around that area, and watched him writhe closer because of the pheromones, even leaking a little.

Miao Qie was beyond pleased. "Too bad you guys don’t know how to have fun. My primary consort used to think my promise not to hit him was fake, always assuming I was angry with him. He’s so obedient—sometimes annoying, sometimes endearing, because Ximodo would actively beg me to punish him, hahahaha! That rascal deserves to be stuffed full as punishment!"

Xierlan’s face flushed bright red. He was speechless, unsure how to respond.

Haibi listened with eyes gleaming.

"My primary consort and I stick to very simple positions. Noted, totally taking notes."

Miao Qie smugly lifted his chin, utterly satisfied.

"Honestly, take notes, will you?"