Chapter 28: Male Zerg Recruit × Former Instructor (21): Reading Novels with Claire While Making Eggs

#Make Hate#

#Claire Gives Birth to Little Strawberries#

#How Love Should Be Made#

After finishing the latest update, readers were eager to discuss it. Several related topics shot straight onto StarNet's trending list.

Some clueless passersby clicked in as well. The first thing they paid attention to was what “make hate” meant. After reading explanations from knowledgeable bugs, they immediately understood.

“So that's what my Male Lord and I have been doing all this time—making hate.”

Due to the Zerg race's circumstances, the term “make hate” had an enormous market and was widely accepted by the public.

《Sharing My Experiences Making Hate with My Male Lord Over the Years》

《What Does It Feel Like to Make Hate Until You Die of Pleasure》

《Lord Xi'an and Claire's Record of Making Hate》

《How to Seduce Your Male Lord into Making Hate with You》

One popular thread after another appeared, pushing the discussion to an entirely new level.

[As everyone knows, making hate is the happiest thing between females and males.]

An Ruo, browsing StarNet: ?

[A Male Zerg's pheromones are released during making hate. Of course, some Lords are extremely stingy and often won't release them until they've tormented their female almost to the point of collapse.

This is a test for Female Zergs.

Female Zergs must endure the difficult beginning and do everything possible to please the Male Zerg, making him release his pheromones.

Highly skilled Female Zergs can usually make a Male Zerg release his pheromones quickly, but too quickly isn't good either...]

[A Male Zerg's time required to release pheromone fluid is directly proportional to his own capabilities. The higher the rank, the longer it takes and the more pleasure it brings to Female Zergs.

So don't get smug just because you've found a Male Zerg who gives you pheromones quickly. It probably means you've chosen a Male Zerg who's... not that capable (trying to put it politely).]

An Ruo: ??

Wait.

Why was this serious-looking educational content?

And the unmarried Female Zergs below all looked like they had learned something profound, begging the experts to teach more.

[Big shot, big shot, the Male Zerg I'm interested in is a C-rank Male Zerg. Is his making hate ability strong? By the way, I'm B-rank myself and graduated from military academy.]

[That depends on how many Female Lords and Female Attendants he has.

C-rank is considered middle-tier. Sleeping with four or five Female Zergs a day isn't a problem, but the females occupying a Male Zerg never want to let go, so realistically the number drops to two.

If he has fewer than ten Female Attendants and doesn't plan on continuing recruitment, then he's worth considering. Your ranks match well, and the chance of having hatchlings is high.

But if he already has over ten Female Attendants, run immediately. How could a C-rank Male Zerg possibly handle that? They'll be fighting over sleeping schedules. Taking more Female Attendants at that point is basically just recruiting free labor.]

The Female Zerg who had asked calculated the number of attendants and realized he had no chance.

Which wasn't surprising.

In Zerg society, finding a suitable Male Zerg was incredibly difficult.

Even Male Zergs one rank lower than themselves offered very few choices.

Dropping standards by two ranks gave more options, and they could even securely become a Female Lord.

The problem was that their making hate ability wasn't very strong, and even psychic soothing would be pushed to the limit.

If the Male Zerg only had a few females, things were manageable.

But once the number increased, he simply couldn't keep up.

High-ranking Male Zergs had stronger making hate abilities.

But their competition was even more intense. Countless rivals would fight over a single spot.

[As expected, making hate with a Male Zerg isn't easy either.]

The Female Zergs lamented.

Then they began discussing techniques.

Even if they couldn't use them right now, who knew when they might come in handy?

Seeing the vocabulary on the screen once again heading in an unspeakable direction, An Ruo hurriedly exited and checked other topics.

The atmosphere under #Claire Gives Birth to Little Strawberries# was completely different.

It was full of blessings like “Have eggs early” and “Have lots of eggs.”

It looked like an entire army of people urging childbirth.

Something that might be disliked in other races was the most sincere blessing here.

Given the realities of Zerg society, it was understandable.

An Ruo couldn't help wondering whether writing a story about 108 babies in one pregnancy would have an enormous market among the Zergs.

It felt perfectly suited to these Female Zergs who were obsessed with laying eggs.

But the moment he thought about transmigrating into novels, he immediately stopped his dangerous thoughts.

Whether he became one of the 108 babies, a Female Zerg laying eggs, or a Male Zerg with over a hundred hatchlings, all of them sounded equally despair-inducing.

He had already turned over a new leaf and become a new person (bug).

He absolutely wouldn't write nonsense anymore.

Leaving the childbirth enthusiasts behind, he entered the #How Love Should Be Made# topic.

There, the atmosphere was entirely academic.

Some bugs believed that love was doing it without harmful tools or methods.

Others thought love should be gentle and tender, every touch solemn and careful.

Some believed love was like Claire's behavior. Even in the face of rich high-level Male Zerg pheromones, he restrained himself, so love should simply mean chatting under the covers.

It was like a group of completely blind patients who had never seen colors, trying to imagine what colors looked like.

Their understanding of “love” was full of longing and doubt, tinged with cautious uncertainty.

An Ruo thought maybe he should write a sweeter extra chapter.

The kind sweet enough to exceed all limits.

€€€

The Male Zerg was in a very good mood today.

Even Uriel noticed.

“Did something good happen today?”

After the last military female receiving psychic soothing left, Uriel asked.

An Ruo froze. He hadn't expected the other party to ask something like that.

Uriel knew he was writing books, and perhaps even reviewed his manuscripts. It was a little embarrassing, but there was no need to hide it from him.

A little shy, yet unable to conceal his excitement, An Ruo said,

“My book is about to finish!”

For an author, the happiest moment was when a book reached its ending.

His whole body felt relaxed.

Though he was reluctant to part with it, everything had to end eventually.

He had already done everything he could.

Xi'an and Claire's story would continue in their own world.

And he could finally—

Write sweet extras!

Uriel saw that even the Male Zerg's hair seemed to be swaying with joy.

It was obvious how happy he was.

Affected by the Male Zerg's mood, he smiled as well.

“Congratulations.”

“Mhm.”

An Ruo answered.

Thanks to Uriel's earlier reminders, he no longer said “thank you” every other sentence.

At first it had been difficult. He had to consciously hold himself back.

But gradually, he seemed to have grown accustomed to it.

Or perhaps, become familiar with him.

Uriel felt the change especially clearly.

The Male Zerg had discarded that overly polite distance.

Instead, he had become...

Unbearably adorable.

This wasn't what Uriel had expected.

And he had no idea what to do.

This Male Zerg was too dangerous.

Uriel sighed inwardly, steadied his emotions, and asked as if nothing had happened,

“Then what do you plan to do next?”

“Hmm...” An Ruo thought for a moment. “I still have to finish the book first. Then I'll do another rank evaluation.”

At that, he glanced up at Uriel.

Uriel had said that he needed to maintain a good mental condition before receiving psychic soothing again.

That would be this weekend.

“Of course. I will arrange your rank evaluation, and the results will be reported to the Marshal.”

Uriel looked at him.

“Huh?”

It had to be reported to the highest military commander?

Wasn't that too exaggerated?

An Ruo had no idea how to face Ulysses.

His current identity was too awkward.

If he appeared before that tragic former villain in his identity as the author...

Wouldn't he just be strangled to death?

More likely, he'd first be captured and squeezed dry before being strangled.

He was already in prison.

He couldn't possibly be easier to catch.

An Ruo shivered.

No matter which identity he used, he didn't want to face Ulysses.

Looking on the bright side, the Marshal handled countless affairs every day.

Why would he pay attention to such a tiny report?

Even if he noticed it, at most he'd assign him more military females to exploit him.

It wasn't as though he'd personally visit the prison.

An Ruo comforted himself, but his worries remained.

“Then let's follow regulations.”

He spoke softly and pulled his clothes closer around himself, feeling somewhat cold.

“I'll escort you back to your room.”

Uriel picked up the military coat hanging on the back of the chair, intending to drape it over the Male Zerg.

An Ruo jumped in fright and took a step back, staring at Uriel with wide eyes.

It felt too strange.

“I'm not cold. It's not that serious... thank you for your kindness.”

The “thank you” he had worked so hard to quit slipped out again.

“Alright...”

Uriel withdrew the coat, maintained his distance, and followed behind An Ruo as he escorted him back to his room.

In the empty corridor, Uriel stood alone for a long time before finally turning away.

This was a Male Zerg who disliked physical contact.

He kept a distance from everyone.

Even psychic soothing only took place inside the treatment room.

He had drawn a line between himself and the rest of the world.

Outside that line, he could get along with anyone.

But once someone crossed it, they would frighten him and trigger his wariness.

Compared to other military females, the line An Ruo had drawn around him was somewhat closer.

That represented a certain amount of trust and intimacy.

But that line had not reached the point where physical contact was acceptable.

Not even contact through clothing.

Then...

What about the Marshal?

Uriel couldn't help wondering.

Where was the Marshal—the one who had personally suffered torture from the Male Zerg—positioned among those lines?

€€€

Inside the prison cell.

An Ruo sat by the table and ate a red fruit to calm his nerves.

The concern of prison administrators felt like concern from a supervising teacher.

Just imagine.

You had just finished presenting in front of your teacher, and then the teacher kindly put a coat around your shoulders.

Your entire body would practically sprout needles from discomfort.

Though Uriel was his protagonist's superior, and also the adjutant of the great villain Ulysses back when he had still been a colonel, playing a major role in the novel—

They weren't familiar!

Authors were only close to their protagonists.

Especially with a book that had been written years ago, with much of its contents already forgotten.

An Ruo didn't think much about it.

After calming his startled little heart, he tossed the matter aside and opened his terminal to write.

He wanted sweetness.

Sweetness!

His inspiration and motivation drove him onward.

...

【Xi'an had gone to the military headquarters on business. When he returned, he saw Claire cooking in the kitchen.

“...”

His stomach started hurting.

Ever since his casual remark of “Let's have an egg,” Claire had begun seriously preparing for pregnancy.

Not only was he following a pregnancy-friendly schedule every day, he even insisted on personally making nutritional meals.

Xi'an had to eat them too.

Preparing for pregnancy was never the responsibility of only one bug.

It wasn't meal time yet.

Claire was probably practicing his cooking.

Xi'an desperately wanted to persuade him to give up.

He truly had no talent for this.

Leaving the kitchen to the intelligent housekeeper was perfectly fine.

But saying it outright might hurt the Female Zerg.

At the same time, Xi'an didn't want to keep suffering stomachaches.

So he could only come up with various excuses to drag Claire out of the kitchen.

“Claire, a novel's become very popular lately. All the military females at headquarters are reading it. I memorized the link. Let's read it together.”

With a Male Zerg's exceptional memory, a single glance at the light screen had been enough for Xi'an to memorize the link.

Even though the military female had hurriedly switched pages and stared at him in panic after being caught slacking, Xi'an had already remembered it.

He didn't understand why the other bug had been so frightened.

He was just taking a break. It wasn't as though Xi'an would report him to disciplinary inspectors.

Xi'an took Claire's hand, dragged him out of the kitchen, and pulled him upstairs.

Turning around, he blinked and smiled.

“Let's read it on the bed.”

What kind of novels would Female Zergs like?

Of course, the sort full of yellow content and violence.

Reading smut with Claire while making eggs with Claire.

...】