Chapter 321: Can I Get Pregnant This Time?: "Male Lord, do you think I can get pregnant this time?"

The livestream had been a great success.

An Ruo had originally intended to talk about the game for a while and then end the stream, but the viewers were far too enthusiastic and couldn't bear to see him leave. Every time he hinted that he was about to end the livestream, the bullet comments flooded the screen with pleas for him to stay.

An Ruo couldn't bear to disappoint them. He said goodbye four or five times, yet still ended up sitting in front of the livestream screen until evening. What was originally supposed to be a half-star-hour to one-star-hour livestream had been stretched into an entire afternoon.

When he finally hardened his heart and ended the livestream, urging everyone to go eat, there was a knock at the door from Ulysses. At the same time, a request popped up on his terminal.

An Ruo turned off the camera and ended the livestream first. Without having time to check the message on his terminal, he turned around and said, "I'm done. You can open the door."

This room was actually his little "black room" for writing. Although it wasn't dark at all and was, in fact, quite bright, the door was locked. In theory, it could only be opened by Ulysses from the outside or would unlock automatically once the time An Ruo had set was reached.

An Ruo had already grown accustomed to waiting for Ulysses to come and release him.

Ulysses also seemed to regard this as an important duty. Unless he had an engagement that took him away from Capital Star, he would always come to do it personally. Even if he had to temporarily return through a spatial passage, he would make sure to see An Ruo.

The moment An Ruo finished speaking, the door opened.

His vision blurred, and Ulysses was already standing in front of him.

Ulysses had approached so suddenly that An Ruo, who had been about to stand up, found himself blocked by him and sat back down.

Ulysses perched on the desk in front of him. Something seemed a little off about his expression, his breathing was somewhat more rapid than usual, and his clothes appeared slightly disheveled.

There was a dark glimmer in his eyes as he looked at An Ruo, and he impatiently reached for his hand.

An Ruo was just beginning to feel puzzled when he caught the cool, mysterious fragrance lingering in the air.

It was richer and sweeter than usual, like flowers blooming in the night, filling the entire room.

He froze, momentarily stunned.

He knew this scent.

It was Ulysses' pheromones.

His Female Lord had suddenly come looking for him, covered in pheromones, as though he had been holding himself back for a very long time.

"Wh-what? How did this happen? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Although An Ruo was completely bewildered, the familiarity and sense of responsibility that came with being husbands still prompted him to act. He knew he needed to do something.

Following the pull on his hand, he reached around Ulysses' back.

He suspected that Ulysses had entered his heat.

Although he had never personally witnessed a heat before, this was, after all, the Zerg world he had created and knew so well. An Ruo knew that Female Zergs sometimes experienced such surges of pheromones.

The Zerg race's heat cycles had no fixed schedule or duration. Some Female Zergs who were indifferent to sexual matters could go hundreds of years without experiencing such a loss of control, while others experienced it relatively frequently.

Generally speaking, the onset of heat required some kind of trigger.

It might be that the body had matured sufficiently and begun sending out signals that it wanted to conceive offspring.

Or perhaps a Female Zerg had fallen in love with a particular Male Zerg and caught a whiff of his delightful pheromones, leaving him yearning day and night, unable to stop thinking about him, yet never quite achieving complete satisfaction.

An Ruo was actually rather puzzled himself.

He satisfied Ulysses every day, and they even did it frequently. Logically speaking, that shouldn't have triggered a heat.

But with Ulysses' pheromones so completely out of control, An Ruo couldn't think of any other explanation.

For now, he could only treat it as a heat and take care of Ulysses with the utmost seriousness.

Ulysses sat on the desk facing him.

The moment he felt satisfaction, he almost let out a sigh of pleasure.

An's fingertips alone were enough to satisfy him.

Ulysses raised his eyes slightly, his gaze shimmering as he looked at An.

An's fingertips had already touched him many times earlier, but always through the plushie, and sometimes even through the plushie's clothes.

Although their senses were connected, the touches hadn't actually landed on his own body. There was always a layer of separation in how he experienced them, making him crave genuine physical contact even more.

He had spent the entire afternoon alone, waiting amid surging waves of pheromones.

He knew An was livestreaming and that it would be inconvenient to disturb him. He also understood that this was a test An had set for him, so he had silently endured it on his own.

Only when An's livestream finally ended did he find his opportunity.

He had already torn open his troublesome belt himself.

He was in An's study, right in front of the desk, but he had no intention of wasting time going somewhere else.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He hooked his legs around An and leaned back slightly, using his extraordinary core strength to recline halfway onto the desk. Adjusting his position, he invited An to take him right there.

An Ruo's hands were covered in pheromones. His mind was now completely occupied by Ulysses' pheromones and body, leaving him no time to think about anything else.

With Ulysses hooking his legs around him and making his desires clear, An Ruo gave him what he wanted right there.

The livestream's electronic camera, which had already been switched off, floated nearby. An Ruo swept the scattered manuscript pages and books on the desk aside.

When Ulysses lay back on the desktop, he saw the photographs and posters of the protagonists pasted on the wall behind the desk.

His body stiffened for an instant, and he tightened around An Ruo, making him hiss softly.

But Ulysses quickly relaxed on his own. He even took the initiative to raise his arms and wrap them around An Ruo's neck as he leaned down, kissing him and openly accepting his Male Lord beneath the gazes of those images.

The Male Lord who belonged to him alone.

An Ruo soon discovered that Ulysses was especially passionate and proactive today.

It wasn't that Ulysses hadn't been passionate or proactive before. It was just that he seemed more uninhibited today.

There was something almost enticing about his eyes, drawing An Ruo in and urging him on, as though it wouldn't matter even if An Ruo went a little further.

Afterward, An Ruo silently wiped away the pheromones that had gotten onto Ulysses' abdominal muscles, feeling rather guilty.

Ulysses didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

His gestational sac was already overflowing. A little more or less made no difference.

Wasting a little on his body or chest didn't matter, either.

Only when An Ruo withdrew his hand did Ulysses catch his wrist, lean forward, and take his fingertips into his mouth, gently sucking on them.

An Ruo's face instantly turned bright red.

He told himself that this was simply because Female Zergs liked Male Zerg pheromones, and this particular substance contained the highest concentration of them.

But once Ulysses released his fingers, An Ruo still hurriedly pulled his hand away and hid it behind his back, blushing too hard to look at him.

He hadn't been this shy even when they were actually being intimate.

Ulysses glanced at him in surprise.

In any case, as far as he was concerned, anything An did was fine.

Then he smiled and asked An a question, hoping to hear something auspicious.

"Male Lord, do you think I can get pregnant this time?"

Who would say something discouraging at a moment like this?

An Ruo knew Ulysses wanted a hatchling. He also missed the hatchling from that dream world and was filled with anticipation.

Their child, his and Ulysses'—he would love it no matter what.

So An Ruo nodded seriously and said, "I'm sure you can."

That was exactly what Ulysses wanted to hear.

With a god's approval, he believed anything was possible.

Even something as difficult as pregnancy for an SSS-rank Female Zerg like himself would no longer be a problem.

Ulysses embraced An Ruo tightly, savoring the satisfaction of having his male in his arms.

When you fell in love with someone, it was only natural to want to lay eggs with them.

He wanted to have hatchlings with the one he loved. He also wanted to establish more bonds with An, tying him to this world and giving him more reasons to stay here for a long time, by his side.

He believed in An's love for him. He believed An wouldn't suddenly leave him.

But sometimes, having one or several additional safeguards was a good thing, too.

...

It was already late at night on Capital Star, but hardly any Zergs were asleep.

An-shen's livestream had only just ended, and everyone was still caught up in the excitement of having seen him stream.

Many clips from the livestream had also been edited, given various titles, and uploaded to StarNet, setting off another wave of celebrations as fellow fans gathered together.

The Zerg race strictly regulated malicious editing and falsely synthesized videos, but clips taken from livestreams like these were entirely permitted. As long as a Male Zerg had checked the relevant box allowing his livestream to be reposted, there were no restrictions.

The Female Zergs practically licked the screen as they gazed at the male's hands on camera. Listening to An-shen's pleasant voice, they were so blissfully happy that they nearly fainted.

Although An-shen hadn't shown his face from beginning to end, his beautiful fingers and the voice that made their ears burn were more than enough to send their imaginations running wild.

Not to mention that An-shen had chatted with them for so long and revealed so much information.

But what drew even more attention than the information An-shen had shared was how wonderful his temperament was.

He spoke so gently, remained emotionally stable throughout, and never got angry with them.

Several times, he had said "goodbye" and intended to end the livestream, yet he had been willing to stay because they couldn't bear to see him go.

The Female Zergs were moved to tears.

From that moment on, the perfect Male Zerg in their minds finally had a concrete image.

They had never envied the Marshal more.

No wonder An-shen could write a Male Zerg like Lord Hill.

It turned out he was just as wonderful himself.

They had originally believed that Male Zergs like "Hill" existed only in fictional works. Even if they had real-life inspirations, they must have undergone artistic embellishment.

But their interaction with An-shen had shown them that Male Zergs like that really did exist in the world.

Every one of An-shen's protagonists was exceptionally wonderful and outstanding.

Even "Carl," who had a few little quirks and a bit of a temper, possessed his own unique virtues. Of course, even those little quirks were incredibly adorable in the eyes of the Zerg race.

And after chatting with An-shen during the livestream, they discovered that he possessed qualities that were different from, yet similar to, those of his protagonists.

Those qualities were irresistibly attractive to them.

The Female Zergs watched the livestream recording over and over, feeling that the hand holding the plushie looked beautiful no matter how they examined it.

Even his fingertips were smooth and lovely, utterly perfect.

For a moment, some of them even found themselves envying the Marshal plushie held in An-shen's hand.

[When An-shen gets nervous, his fingertips unconsciously rub against the plushie. So cute.]

Someone had noticed this.

After all, there was only so much footage to examine. Under their almost magnifying-glass-level scrutiny, not a single detail could escape their notice.

[An-shen likes touching the plushie when he's relaxed, too. He strokes the "Marshal's" hair with the pads of his fingers. They're so loving.]

[Right! When he gets really nervous, he unconsciously grips the plushie tighter and gently presses it with his fingers. Sometimes his fingertips even curl a little, like he's bending the plushie's little feet. So cute.]

[I never thought I'd live to see the day when I envied a plushie. My feelings are complicated.]

[Is this plushie available anywhere? I'd buy a ridiculous number of them!]

[Don't even think about it. It's obviously custom-made in the Marshal's likeness. (Never in my life did I imagine the Marshal could look this cute.) The Marshal probably had it specially made for An-shen, right? They're so loving. I'm so jealous.]

[Actually, I'd rather have an An-shen plushie, but you can't use a Male Zerg's likeness without his authorization. I wonder if An-shen might ever authorize one or collaborate with a plushie manufacturer.]

[Don't get your hopes up. Male Zerg lords generally don't do that. An-shen's identity is special, and as the Marshal's Male Lord, he has political significance. He'll be even more cautious about things like this.]

[Waaah. All I know is that Male Zerg celebrities usually have merchandise licensing, like Lord Shamir. I bought an official Shamir plushie before. It was a beautiful little mint-colored plushie, small enough to hang from a chest pocket or a belt.]

[Whoa! You're a big, tough Female Zerg, and you actually wear something like that?! Where's your dignity? Where's your image? And more importantly, where's the link?!]

[It's not available anymore. It was a limited-time release, and the collaboration has already ended. I remember Lord Shamir personally approached the plushie manufacturer back then. He even bought an entire production line just to make sure the plushies were as perfect and exquisite as possible. Every plushie delivered to his fans was exceptionally well-made and beautiful.]

The tough Female Zergs who learned that they had no chance of getting the same plushie burst into tears.

Meanwhile, a trend of Female Zergs giving plushies to Male Zergs swept across the Zerg Federation.

The main participants were married Female Zergs.

They hoped that when they weren't home, their Male Lords would look at the plushies and think of them.

As a result, the Male Zergs' rooms in large households suddenly gained an entire bed's worth of plushies.

A small number of Female Zergs who were in relationships, as well as some Male Zergs, also began exchanging plushies to express their affection.

The seemingly cold and unapproachable military Female Zergs were particularly quick to follow the trend this time.

When asked about it, the military Female Zergs declared:

Even their Marshal had given his Male Lord a plushie. They were merely following the example set by their superior.

Following the Marshal's footsteps without wavering was a core tenet of the military Female Zergs.

Amid the plushie craze sparked by this livestream, netizens received news that Shamir had gone live.

He, too, was promoting the game Virtual Zerg Romance. The contract had been signed several months earlier.

This might also be Shamir's final public appearance of the month.

At the same time, An-shen posted an update.