SGT CH228

Chapter 228: Transmigrating Back to the Ancient Era When Female Zergs Were Still Called Soldier Bugs 2

X brought the male back to the cave he had excavated.

The male was curiously surveying his surroundings with unfamiliarity, showing genuine interest in everything.

The apprehension clutched tight in X’s chest eased slightly, yet he still felt it fell far short.

Such a cavern was far too cramped for an entire colony, yet excessively hollow and expansive for a single solitary bug living on his own.

Now, an additional male resided within.

A male had moved into his cave.

X couldn’t help feeling that this cavern had undergone a distinct change.

Perhaps, because of this male’s arrival, this cave could fleetingly be called… a nest.

Retrieving the hides he had cured and collected, he smoothed them flat across the dry earth, layering them several tiers thick, and even draped pelts over the adjacent rock faces, doing everything within his power to fashion a soft, cozy little sanctuary.

Such an experience was entirely novel to Mu Si.

His skin was delicate, his hair exquisite, accustomed to a life of refined indulgence and pampering.

Yet strangely, his acceptance of living in such a pitch-black, primitive den was exceptionally high.

Such an environment even imparted an odd sense of security.

Perhaps simply because X was beside him.

As long as he saw X, he had nothing left to fear.

As long as he was together with him, any kind of life was manageable.

Even dwelling in a mountain cave, living like wild beasts.

Mu Si lay upon the thick, supple bed of pelts, draped beneath a comfortable hide blanket.

The blanket carried X’s scent, soothing and wonderfully comforting to inhale.

Mu Si buried half his face into the fur, quietly batting his eyes in the gloom.

A male’s nocturnal vision was ordinary, lacking the female’s physiological capacity to see in the dark; in this pitch-black nest, he couldn’t see a thing.

Yet he possessed mental power.

For a high-ranking male, psychic perception was infinitely more reliable than biological eyes.

Under psychic scanning, Mu Si “saw” X sitting against the cave wall on the opposite side of the cavern, keeping a vast distance from him.

Mu Si felt somewhat unhappy.

Especially upon noticing that X had given him every single pelt, cushioning him with multiple layers, while X had nothing beneath his frame, sitting directly upon the bare, frozen stone.

He wanted X to sleep beside him.

Yet he did not know how to broach the topic.

X had rejected him multiple times already.

He seemed to dislike physical contact; whenever he drew near, the other would instantly freeze as rigid as stone.

Pouting, Mu Si felt a trace of grievance welling in his chest.

The darkness of their surroundings and the female’s distance amplified this sour melancholy.

Tossing restlessly in the dark, Mu Si kicked the blanket by his feet in frustration.

In the shadows, X’s firefly-like eyes watched him quietly, tinged with a touch of helpless distress.

A soldier bug’s peerless night vision and dynamic motion tracking allowed him to perceive every twitch of the male, even every subtle knit of his delicate brows.

It also made him sit on pins and needles.

He knew he hadn’t done enough.

First, these hide pelts had been cured by his own hands—some had even been used by him—and there hadn’t been time to wash and purge them of scent.

The scent of a strange soldier bug would make a male feel threatened, rendering sleep impossible.

Only an Insect Queen’s pheromones could soothe a male.

Second, his cave was far too dark and dreary, lacking the fluorite crystals that males favored for decoration.

And of course, most critically… there was no Insect Queen, and no Queen’s pheromones.

A male belonged under the protection of a colony, nestled within the warm embrace of an Insect Queen.

Not facing a cold, sterile soldier bug in a hollow, barren cavern.

X stood up abruptly, striding toward the exit.

Mu Si sat up immediately: “Where are you going?”

“…I am going to forage for wild fruit, and collect some fluorite.”

Sweet nourishment and a luminous environment might lift the male’s mood.

Yet X knew that the only truly effective measure was returning the male to the safety of a colony and the shelter of an Insect Queen.

“Leave that for tomorrow!” It was already dark outside.

“Sleep with me!”

Mu Si flipped open the pelt coverlet, demanding plainly.

X’s footsteps turned leaden and stiff, yet under the male’s stubborn, unblinking gaze, he walked over after all.

Soldier bugs held no qualification to mate with males.

Yet inside this nest, there were only the two of them; neither had a colony, and no bug existed to police such transgressions.

There would be no interference, and no trial.

The darkness concealed all sins.

X did not know how he ended up lying down, his frame as rigid as a boulder.

When the male gathered him into an embrace, his very soul nearly shuddered.

Drifting along with that soft, warm body was the sweet aroma of fresh blossoms and wood fruit.

From their very first encounter, X had thought this male smelled intoxicatingly sweet, assuming that all males were such fragrant, delicate creatures.

Only at this moment did understanding belatedly crash over him: that intoxicating fragrance was this male’s pheromones.

X felt a panic unlike anything he had ever known.

Naturally, he had pheromones as well, but a soldier bug’s pheromones could not respond to a male, nor could they attract a male; they served merely for basic information signaling or intimidating adversaries.

The male would not remain interested in him.

Very soon, he would realize that X was as cold and unyielding as a piece of stone, like a sterile weapon, completely devoid of pleasure.

“X…”

Mu Si buried his face into X’s neck, breathing in his scent.

He felt that his pheromones were even chillier than those buried in his deep memories.

Like a blade forged in ice water within the absolute arctic, cold, razor-sharp, and fiercely aggressive, sending a bracing thrill down his spine that made every pore across his skin unfurl in delight.

It was X.

Hold him… hold him close…

His hands traced along the soldier bug’s waist.

He hadn’t initially intended to do this.

Yet it was X.

So handsome, with a physique so exceptional, that simply holding him made wanton, erotic thoughts surface unbidden.

This dark, secluded enclosure was simply far too perfect for doing something intimate.

The soldier bug’s body remained stiff, the flesh along his flanks shivering faintly, yet he voiced no rejection.

Mu Si knew intimately that X’s lack of refusal was implicit consent, so he pressed forward with cheerful abandon.

When his hand brushed against the soldier bug’s weapon, however, he caught something amiss.

The soldier bug was hardened all over, save for a single place that was soft.

Underneath was utterly parched and dry as well.

Quite unlike his memories.

Even without recalling specific details, Mu Si felt it should have been overflowing with moisture.

Mu Si looked up at X with a touch of uncertainty.

Suspecting he had made a mistake.

After all, having lost his memories, he might have skipped a critical step.

X clenched his teeth tight, his face draining of color.

He had been exposed.

The male realized he was useless.

He could not respond to the male’s pheromones.

The male’s pheromones smelled so intoxicating that his soul felt ready to drift into the ether, his chest burning with restless heat, yet his physical vessel remained completely unresponsive.

Before meeting this male, he had never felt a soldier bug’s physiology lacked anything.

Mighty and robust, high offensive and defensive attributes, blazing speed, explosive burst power—the pinnacle of combat engineering.

Now, however, he loathed the numbness of this body, incapable of offering the male the reaction he sought.

The male would surely find him boring.

That was how it was meant to be.

Within the Zerg race, incidents occasionally occurred where worker bugs or soldier bugs coerced males by force.

Yet once a male endured it, he would never voluntarily mate with them again.

It was far too tedious, devoid of all pleasure, nothing short of torture and sheer torment.

There wouldn’t even be an egg to show for it.

Wasting effort without gaining anything in return.

Only an inexperienced, young male like the one before him would ever attempt to approach a soldier bug.

X moved to gather his garments, intending to get up and flee this place.

Yet he was caught by the male.

In an instant, his strength deserted him, collapsing back down.

His weapon had fallen straight into the male’s grasp.

An appendage that was originally inconsequential, or rather completely useless.

A soldier bug who could survive even the loss of his heart felt as though his fatal pressure point had been seized. He instantly lost all strength, incapable of doing a single thing.

“It seems you have a bit of pheromone desensitization,”

Holding him, Mu Si stroked up and down while tilting his head to inspect his face, remarking:

“It doesn’t matter, though. I’ll make you feel wonderful.”

Under normal circumstances, the moment X came into contact with his pheromones, he should have long flooded like an open sluice.

This current situation was truly rare.

Yet all the more challenging.

An overflowing, soaked X was delicious.

A dry, desensitized X held a unique charm all its own.

From the moment the male seized him, X lost all capacity to react; when he realized he was pressing directly against the male’s palm, his mind nearly blew apart.

He heard the male’s soft, playful chuckle.

“Doesn’t seem that difficult after all.”

Leaning down, Mu Si planted a kiss upon X’s bitten, bruised lips, happily wrapping himself around him to devour him whole.

At the very beginning, it was indeed parched and tight, making one’s scalp tingle with resistance.

Mu Si felt fortunate to be an S-grade male; had his rank been any lower, he might not have breached the barrier at all, or risked being snapped clean in two.

Later, however, it grew steadily smoother; though exceptionally snug, the sensation was sublime, their frames gradually synchronizing. Mu Si no longer needed to make deliberate efforts, simply following bodily instincts, bringing intense pleasure to them both.

Sleeping with a soldier bug was physically demanding, akin to undergoing a high-intensity duel.

A soldier bug’s physical numbness also meant his stamina was prolonged, requiring vastly greater exertion to bring him to climax.

After several rounds of such high-intensity indulgence, Mu Si drifted off into deep slumber.

The first to wake was X.

His body felt light, invigorated, thoroughly sated and comfortable; his condition had never been this magnificent.

He finally understood why, despite a soldier bug’s body being so desensitized with virtually zero sexual drive, certain soldier bugs still risked exile from the colony or outright execution just to draw near a male and possess him.

So bedding a male was such a magnificent, soul-melting affair.

Beside him lay the sleeping male, eyes gently closed, silky pale hair tumbling across his chest. His sleeping visage was quiet and sweet, like an obedient, harmless cub, bearing not the slightest resemblance to the domineering, all-conquering conqueror of the night before.

X gazed at him, his hand settling upon his own abdomen, which radiated lingering warmth.

How desperately he wished to bear insect eggs with him—to lay clutch after clutch of eggs.

Yet he could not do so; he lacked the biological capacity to reproduce.

Supposedly, winged Zerg varieties possessed methods to cultivate young grubs into Insect Queens.

Yet an adult soldier bug like himself had long missed any window for metamorphosis.

He could do nothing.

When the day arrived that the male grew weary of his sterile dullness, he would personally escort him to a new colony, placing him by an Insect Queen’s side.

X turned his face away.

He was not a sentimental bug.

To a soldier bug, emotion was a redundant and useless encumbrance.

Yet at the thought of that foreordained ending, his heart twisted as if pierced by blades.

How he yearned to keep him.

Yet he knew full well he could not keep him.

He did not even possess the qualification to ask him to stay.