Chapter 18

Only now did he vaguely feel that he had actually picked up a cute female insect and brought it home to coddle, and he had not brought home a pandora's box of regrets home instead.

　　For the first time, this isolated little house heard the sounds of an intelligent creature other than 015, breathing and warming up, filling up the the house with life.

　　...It feels warm.

　　Yael's eyes curved, and the corners of his lips slightly raised and revealed a hint of joy.

　　…

　　Caesar couldn't sleep on the sofa, so he had to sleep on the floor. Fortunately, the central air-conditioning system was supplying heat all the time, so he shouldn't catch a cold.

　　Yael put a double dose of sleeping pills into the small pot of boiling milk. The pills melted along with the gurgling milk foam. He thought for a moment and added a spoonful of sugar.

　　There was only a dim light on in the living room. Caesar had been stuffed into a cozy quilt, but he was not asleep yet. He opened his eyes when Yael approached.

　　The glass was gently put down on the coffee table, and the sweet aroma of milk wafted out with the hot steam. The penetrating coldness seemed to be dispelled and melted into the thick and dense milk foam.

　　Yael patted the female insect across the quilt.

　　"The collapse of the spiritual sea will cause severe headaches. I will give you another mental power guidance before going to bed..."

　　Before he finished speaking, the body under his palm suddenly stiffened, and Caesar suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Yael——

　　"Mental guidance...male insect...?"

　　He murmured, repeating in disbelief, "You are... a male insect??"

　　"Yeah, you..." didn't know?

　　Yael was a little confused, and then he realized that he had never stated his gender, but why should it be emphasized anyways?

　　But when he looked back at the female insect, he realized that this was not something that could be ignored.

　　The suppressed and deeply hidden anger and fear flowed out from under the indifferent mask of the female insect, and seeped into the light golden eyeballs in a flash.

　　He looked as if he had been stabbed again, and all the color drained from his face.

　　Yael recognized that look and expression, which had appeared in the advertisements and been written on his face during the live broadcast.

　　That was the look one gives to an abuser.

　　He felt a sudden tingling pain and suddenly remembered that the female slave's collar's function "to bind it to the male insect, and to serve him for the rest of its life."

　　Yael thought of Caesar who was marked as property by him when he was unconscious and lost his freedom from then on.

　　He thought of Hughes' contemptuous smile at the beginning. The superficial apology was directed at him, while the sarcasm and indifference were directed at the seriously injured female insect on the hospital bed.

　　Sure enough, Caesar's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he reached out to touch the black ring around his neck.

　　He quickly found his answer. His jaw tightened and he clenched his teeth as if he could no longer endure the humiliation. "…I have become your female slave."

　　"I'm sorry, it was an accident." Yael whispered, "I...I..."

　　He looked almost at a loss, and he had a feeling that the situation was about to get out of hand.

　　It was as if there was a volcano in front of him that was about to erupt, and he was not sure if he could withstand the rushing hot magma.

　　"An accident?"

　　Caesar laughed sarcastically, his expression was stern, like a strict officer treating a recruit who had made a big mistake, almost ablaze with anger, "Do you understand..."

　　He swallowed the second half of his sentence.

　　After a long silence and some heavy breathing, Caesar retracted all the exposed emotions from his face, as if the fury was burning him from the inside out and he was silently turning into ashes.

　　He had thought he was broken and had become worthless.

　　But the fact is, he may still have a little value left, and that should be why the male insect picked him up.

　　It felt like there was a lump in his throat, making the invisible restraints on him tighten to an unbearable level, and Caesar felt the sting of suffocation.

　　The bowl of sweet rice turned into poison, churning in his tightening stomach, and he almost felt like he was about to vomit.

　　But he is still alive, and...he still wants to continue living.

　　He suddenly laughed, but instead, it sounded like he was crying.

　　"Sir, do you want to fuck me?"

　　A hopeful dream for a peaceful night was popped like a soapy bubble immediately.

　　His voice overlapped with Hughes's.

　　It sounded like the matter was nothing out of the ordinary, like the issue was an irrefutable fact, as if his wants were important and more urgent than anything else.

　　Yael's eyes fixed on the female insect in front of him.

　　The wandering "human" thoughts finally understood and resonated with the behaviors of the Zerg society and solved the problems that he had avoided intentionally or unintentionally.

　　A dying wild animal will have an unprecedented desire to survive, especially if it was rescued in time and has had a glimmer of hope of survival.

　　Some are resolute and willing to risk their lives, while some will bend their spine and grit their teeth to endure terrible pain in order to survive.

　　People who consider themselves noble hate this change. Most people ​​can understand the reasoning, but have a subtle contempt for it. However, those self-righteous, contemptuous people are all miles and miles away at the least and cannot reach this little house.

　　The Zergs think that it is normal for males to fuck their female slaves. The female slaves may be in pain, but no Zerg cares, so they are worse off than in the "human world" -

　　This is a place where the care for females is completely reliant on the male insects' kindness.

　　He can do whatever he wants to the female insect, and it will be completely reasonable, legal, normal and correct.

　　"I know you like my body, why not just do it directly."

　　The hot breath made the fabric moist, like fine needles, awakening Yael from the dark fantasy he was in like a cold shower.

　　Caesar had already crawled out from under the quilt and was kneeling beside him, knocking his knees on the cold ground without displaying any pain.

　　Yael remembered that there was a gaping hole there that made it impossible for him to stand up with a tremor in his heart.