“What is this?”
Tracy stared intently at Adonis’s face, which was flushed with heat.
He sat on the bed looking serious, upright, and meticulous. Yet, the red rope Tracy held in his hand told him the other was not as cold and unapproachable as he appeared.
Beneath that stern, grim expression hid a mental sea as turbulent as molten lava and a heart that was impossibly soft.
The Zerg parted his lips, wanting to answer the question, but he simply could not bring himself to say it.
Could he really tell his Lord that beneath his impeccably dressed exterior, he was hiding a cute, fluffy rabbit tail?
Adonis shifted his body, tucking the rabbit tail away more tightly to make himself look more composed and natural.
But deep down, he wanted to curse the Zerg who came up with this terrible idea ten thousand times over.
He had said his Lord would surely like it.
But he had not mentioned how much courage and drive it would take to reveal this in front of his Lord.
It was harder than killing ten thousand alien beasts.
Adonis closed his eyes, not daring to face it all. The Lord’s scent drew closer and closer. He could feel the knots leaving his body, yet he did not feel any more relieved.
The Lord’s hand gradually approached, then pressed against his skin.
He felt like a piece of cast iron, a patch of lava, a volcanic rock; he was scalding hot. As soon as the Lord’s cool fingertips touched him, countless plumes of steam seemed to rise.
He felt as though he had been steamed in a sauna, beginning to dehydrate and beginning to sweat.
His heart was beating violently, and because of his nervousness, he could only hear the Lord’s gradually deepening breathing.
The fingers moved lower, sinking into the soft sheets, and pressed against the inside of his thigh.
Adonis opened his dazed eyes in alarm. Like a reflex, he gripped the Lord’s mischievous hand.
The Lord stopped, waiting for his next move.
“Am I not allowed to look?” Tracy’s eyes held pure confusion.
Adonis shook his head. His fingers trembled slightly as he guided the Lord’s hand away and pressed it firmly against his own chest.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
The overloaded heartbeat made everything clear to Tracy. He lowered his eyes; the Zerg’s gaze held a trace of embarrassment and pleading.
His ears were a blood-dyed red, as fragrant and vibrant as the heart of an Ecuadorian red rose.
Tracy exhaled softly, carrying the sweltering heat of summer. It seemed like it was going to rain, a fierce thunderstorm. Both inside and outside, the air was heavy and suffocating.
He wanted to taste something fresh.
He wanted something to soothe the dull heaviness piled up in his chest.
He gazed at the delicious Major, wondering where to start his tasting.
His hesitation made Adonis restless and impatient.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, signaling his urge.
“Kiss me?” Adonis said, his voice raspy, ordering instinctively.
He was accustomed to giving orders; his subordinates never disobeyed him.
But remembering that Tracy was his Lord, he stopped himself in annoyance, leaving only the end of his tone slightly lifted.
“As you wish, my Major.”
Tracy smiled.
He no longer hesitated; he stood up, leaned down, and kissed those pale lips.
The lips were very soft.
This was not their first time kissing.
Compared to his initial shock and numbness, this time, Adonis learned quickly.
He responded, nibbling at his lips little by little. Like small beasts, the two tested and licked each other.
Perhaps because he had just rinsed his mouth, his lips were cool, with a hint of mint.
Tracy tightened the red rope in his hand and pulled upward. The Zerg let out a muffled groan and leaned closer to him.
Leaning on his elbows on the mattress, the Zerg found it hard to steady himself, causing him to sink deeper into the bed.
Tracy pushed forward, his knees parting the Zerg’s legs. One hand held the Zerg’s shoulder, while the other stroked his chest.
His body was as cool as jade.
It was like stroking a fine piece of Hetian jade. What was astonishing was that this warm, moist jade would rise and fall with his proximity and departure, emitting sweet, melodious moans.
Tracy gripped the knot in his hand, gazing into his eyes.
Adonis’s narrow eyes were half-closed, filled with a slight, unfocused mist. Whenever Tracy paused, those eyes would slowly focus, looking at him with a hint of confusion and agitation.
“My Lord,” Adonis called out, seemingly urging him on.
Tracy stepped back slightly and rubbed against Adonis’s Adam’s apple, but his fingertips were blocked by the mental suppression collar.
In the silence and darkness, the mental suppression collar began to flash with blue light, a precursor to mental instability.
The Zerg was too excited.
He could not even control his overflowing mental power. Those threads were clawing and scratching, wanting to escape.
Like pheromones, they wanted to cling to the Lord in front of him.
Adonis knew his own danger. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his gaze regaining clarity.
“Please punish me first,” he said in a hoarse voice.
He pushed Tracy away, took half a step back, and knelt at the bedside.
The previous kiss had been long and lingering, as if they had kissed from the dawn of the world to the end of time.
When receiving the kiss, he could not control his desire to respond.
Aggression, possession, marking, and control; he even wanted to dismantle and devour the Lord before him.
It was merely an expanding desire.
He trembled as he enjoyed it, afraid of losing control, wanting to flip over and suppress him, lick him, and kiss him.
That would be too offensive.
These were things a Lord should do to a Zerg, yet he wanted to reverse the roles.
He trembled, clenching his fists, and took deep breaths to restrain his greedy thoughts.
It must be another bout of mental mania.
Or perhaps his estrus cycle had not passed yet.
He was truly terrible; therefore, he should be punished.
When blood and pain arrived together, perhaps these despicable thoughts would be suppressed.
He looked around and his eyes landed on the black box.
Now, he was certain that it was a gift.
Adonis arranged things methodically: “You can put a gag on me and tie my hands. The rope can be tied to the headboard; the legs of this bed are made of black iron and are hard to move. Even in my Zerg-transformation form, it would be difficult to break free.”
He looked hesitatingly at the whip. The black lacquered leather surface looked like a long snake, making his whole body feel cold.
He wanted to say that the Lord could whip him, and it would not matter how hard.
Zergs usually considered the injuries they sustained as trophies to show off, so he naturally had to follow the trend.
But his antennae twitched in resistance, rocking up and down before curling up.
He cleared his throat, but the words he decided to say were, “You can use the whip.”
Adonis added softly, “Just do not be too heavy.”
“Is that so?” Tracy raised an eyebrow.
He remembered that the Zerg before him was very afraid of pain.
He had barely touched his wounds before, and the Zerg had trembled with fear, yet now he was actively inviting him.
But the Zerg had already knelt down voluntarily.
He lowered his head, exposing his fair neck, which was locked by the mental suppression collar.
To refuse directly would be too insensitive.
Tracy stood up and walked to the black box.
He lingered for a long time before finally picking out a slender, short whip with velvet.
Adonis could not help but sneak a look at him.
The other was very serious.
He was choosing.
What would it be?
Would it be a long thorn whip with barbs?
Or a special steel whip wrapped in alien beast armor?
If he were as gentle and considerate as he appeared, perhaps it would be a soft whip.
The Lord turned around.
As he walked toward the Zerg, he clearly saw his kneeling posture become more upright, but his rosy neck had lost its flush, replaced by a dazzling milky white.
He truly possessed a body that could be called top-tier.
Tracy picked up the whip. The soft velvet brushed across his superior brow bone, his high nose bridge, his fleshy thin lips, and then slid down his Adam’s apple little by little, stopping at his chest.
The Zerg swallowed. He closed his eyes, waiting for the coming pain.
He had done well today.
He had endured the shame, maturely revealed his desires, and invited his Lord.
He closed his eyes, and Tracy’s flawless face appeared in his mind.
His thoughts returned to that small tavern, the afternoon they first met.
The moment he turned around, Adonis remembered, his footsteps had stopped involuntarily.
Too beautiful.
Everyone in the tavern was secretly watching him.
But he did not care at all, as if he were out of place in this world, carrying an indescribable sense of detachment.
When he smiled and confirmed his identity, he had even wanted to shrink back, starting to dislike the scent on his own body, wanting to tuck his tail and run away if he had a tail.
He heard his heart beating rapidly; something was spiraling out of control.
Just like three days ago, he would never have imagined that as a proud SSS-level powerhouse and a high-ranking Major, he would be kneeling at the feet of this Lord, letting him administer punishment.
He was like a stranded traveler, convinced he would be different, yet he had tripped and slipped into a cage woven with tenderness and love.
He did not know if this was real or fake, but he was deeply immersed in it.
This was not fair; he might give everything and end up with nothing, but he was willing to pay for this moment of joy.
Adonis closed his eyes, waiting silently for the pain, but to his surprise, after three beeps, his throat felt loose.
The silver steel restraint ring was hooked away by fingertips and thrown onto the floor like trash, making a crisp clattering sound.
The Lord held the long black whip, lifted his chin, and chuckled, “It does not match your overall color today.”
It looked like an eyesore and blocked the Zerg-Lord’s beautiful Adam’s apple.
He lowered his eyes, meeting Adonis’s stunned face.
Yes, this was the expression he loved to see the most.
What he brought to the other was always surprise and disbelief.
Tracy tilted his head slightly, struggling to inhale a breath of the heavy, oppressive air.
After abruptly removing it, there was a lively mental power jumping like a surging wave. They pressed down, overwhelming everything, as if they all wanted to pounce, kiss him, and pin him down.
But for just a fleeting second, these clawing little guys were tucked away well, and the pressure receded like a tide.
The black-haired Zerg before him was freed from all restraints. His two antennae stood straight up, as if sensing and sniffing something.
He was free, but he could not find a reason to celebrate and could not find an object to bite.
He was like a fierce beast released from a cage, yet he remained dazed in place, even forgetting to run.
“Why did you unlock the restraint for me?” He tilted his head, looking at Tracy opposite him.
He was as sweet as a strawberry cake, soft and fluffy, making one want to take a big bite.
Sweet pheromones poured out, spilling onto his face without any defense.
He closed his eyes and opened them again. Without the obstruction, his senses were amplified hundreds of times, and his pupils instantly constricted into vertical slits.
He stood in place, body trembling, trying his best to refrain from pouncing on Tracy. It was like a beast trying to restrain its fangs, not pouncing to lick and kiss him, wanting to hold him like a piece of delicious meat and hide it in its teeth.
He restrained his hunter’s instincts, forcefully disguising himself as a pitiful prey.
“I unlocked it because I wanted to.” Tracy tapped his face with the little leather whip.
“Aren’t you afraid?” He licked his lips. Although he was still kneeling, he was clearly much more composed than before.
“Why be afraid?” Tracy leaned in, his pink eyes like rippling seas.
“Do not forget, you were the one who invited me first.”
Tracy emphasized, “Every single time.”
Tracy’s smile was faint.
He had thought about letting him go; although Adonis was very much to his taste, he was not indispensable.
But he was sensible, seducing him even while pushing him away.
A little Zerg naturally worthy of being loved.
His eyes crinkled with a smile, and he used the tip of the whip to gently trace his lower abdomen. It was called punishment, but it was more like ambiguous flirting.
Tracy’s pupils were clear, and there was a strange magnetic pull when he looked at someone.
Adonis could see his own reflection in them.
No collar, no suppression ring, no gag, no external restrictions whatsoever.
He trusted him so much that he would not hurt him.
Then he had to live up to it.
“Then please begin.”
Adonis closed his eyes, kneeling even more rigidly.
He was ready to endure the pain.
He would restrain himself; no matter what the other did, he would not fight back.
Adonis gritted his teeth and lowered his head.
His back was broad. Tracy looked down and could even see the last circle of red rope beneath his thin white shirt.
The rope hung down like a Zerg’s tail.
“No rush.”
Tracy slowly slid the tip of the whip downward, “I have not unwrapped my gift yet, to see what good things you have prepared.”
Clothing fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
“Oh, so it is this.”
Tracy’s heart did indeed skip a beat.
He took a deep breath and opened his mouth in surprise.
At the moment he saw the gift, Tracy was slightly stunned.
He could not believe that the Zerg, who seemed cold, self-contained, and arrogant, would actually be this cute.
His heart beat faster, and the atmosphere in the room became even more stifling.
He could hear his own breathing and the thumping of his heart.
A blue vein appeared on Adonis’s temple, and his neck turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His back was taut. Perhaps out of shame, his mental power was running wild around the room.
The collar, originally used to suppress mental power, gave a buzzing warning sound. However, now that it had left the Zerg’s neck, everything was in vain.
It could not warn the Zerg not to overexcite or act impulsively through electric shocks; it could only flash blue sparks, igniting faint light in the dark night.
The beast revealed its fangs.
He wanted to charge out of the cage and collide wantonly, but reason held these crazy thoughts in check.
Mental waves spread out, wave after wave, and then disappeared into nothingness.
Tracy also felt the mental suppression gradually diffusing through the room. His breathing became heavier, yet he was also more excited.
A very thrilling sensation.
It was like opening one’s arms on the edge of a cliff, embraced by the gale, dancing.
But he was safe throughout. He saw the dense layer of sweat on the Zerg’s temple, yet he still knelt straight, motionless.
He had done it.
Under extreme emotion, he had restrained his behavior.
Adonis was trustworthy today.
Tracy quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had researched most of the information regarding mental mania today.
The data showed that mental mania was a special disorder primarily caused by the congestion of the mental sea when it was not soothed in time.
Afflicted Zergs would experience intermittent loss of consciousness, blurred memory, and other situations. If they were not fully released and subjected to deep soothing, but instead relied on external force to forcibly interrupt the operation of mental power, the situation would only become more and more serious.
Adonis’s mental mania had reached the late stage. He had checked Adonis’s combat data.
Every video was filled with many Zerg fans fanatically licking the screen, praising the Zerg for his clean and efficient technique. But in every successive video, one could see that Adonis’s mental power release was becoming increasingly simple and brutal.
Large-scale group attacks.
After releasing his ultimate moves that caused the winds and clouds to change, the time he stayed in place grew longer and longer.
His eyes were full of confusion. Although the pose at the end of the video was cool and the signal cut off quickly, the frequency of his swaying body became higher. In the last video, there was even a situation where he passed out directly.
After this video, the official website’s combat videos were never updated again.
So, every Zerg could see that he had a problem.
He could not fully control the delicate release of his mental power anymore, often overdrawing himself.
Although actual combat was one method of soothing, it addressed the symptoms, not the root cause. Ultimately, he still needed a Lord to help comb it out.
And there were two schools of thought on the Lord’s treatment methods.
One was the simple and brutal school: anyway, the Zerg’s body recovery ability is very strong, so they would not die. First, imprison these Zergs who are prone to mental confusion to calm them down, then beat them until they are half-dead, making them completely lose the ability to resist. This way, whether the Zerg is willing to let the Lord enter the mental sea or not, they can quickly and easily break through the door and proceed directly to combing.
The other school was the moderate school, generally applicable to Zergs in stable marital relationships: under long-term contact, the Zerg has built sufficient trust in the Lord. First, let the Zerg fight fully in the training room until their mental power is at a critical period of rebuilding and recovery. At this time, combing the mental sea in a conscious state can achieve maximum cleaning, and swallowing the guiding Zerg to relax and restrain themselves as much as possible, while in a conscious state, performs the combing and fusion of the mental sea.
But the data mentioned that the second method had huge dangers, and the Zerg’s willpower played a crucial role.
If used improperly, the physically fragile Lord could easily become a victim in the torrent of mental power.
But today, Tracy wanted to try the second method.
It was because Adonis’s state yesterday made his heart ache too much; he vowed he did not want him to be hurt a second time. Secondly, he had been running and fighting outside all day today, and his mental power was almost exhausted.
Seeing his soft, obedient appearance, Tracy felt a soft spot in his heart touched when he kissed him.
He suddenly wanted to give it a try.
The facts proved that he had bet correctly.
Adonis restrained himself very well.
After unlocking the restraints, there was no abnormality, so Tracy believed that in every step that followed, he would do very well.
He leaned down and kissed Adonis’s forehead, praising, “Good puppy.”
Beautiful to the point of disbelief, obedient to the point of surprise, a good baby.
The Major, who was majestic outside, was now submissive at his feet.
Just like a piece of unpolished jade, in his hands, it was already blooming with its own dazzling luster little by little.
This beautiful scene could only be appreciated by him, and all its infinite splendor was possessed by him.
He could not help but want to kiss and stroke him.
Naturally, he did exactly that.
The beautiful muscles tightened little by little, carrying a hint of dampness and moisture. The Zerg raised his head slightly, the lines of his collarbone becoming clearer.
Amidst the scorching gasps and uncontrollable tremors, the Zerg embraced his back, and they rolled onto the carpet together, their figures gradually overlapping.
The whip was thrown aside, then kicked far under the bed, occupying the dust lonely, failing to play any role at all.
Tracy leaned down, followed his Adam’s apple upward, lifted his chin, and kissed his pale lips until they were dyed the color of rose petals.
Within the Zerg’s surging mental power, a thread of light with a pink glow melted into it.
Like a silkworm spitting silk, it wrapped him in a cocoon bit by bit.
“Are you really not going to impose any restrictions?”
The Zerg’s voice trembled, “I might not be able to control the overflow of mental power…”
For the first time, Adonis lacked confidence in his control over his mental sea.
The Lord was too small and weak.
But that thread of mental power was so tough and strong.
“Adonis, you only need to remember one thing: if you do not hurt me, I will never hurt you.”
Tracy brushed away a drop of sweat from Adonis’s temple. He lowered his eyes and saw the blue veins bulging slightly on the side of Adonis’s neck.
He stared at that fluffy, white little ball and laughed softly.
“But the gift you prepared today… I really like it.”
Tracy was a liar.
The fluffy rabbit tail he said he liked, that cute little ball, was only played with and kneaded in his palm for a moment before being tossed aside to accompany the whip.
The toy he liked more was clearly the Zerg himself.
The Lord had many questions he wanted to ask.
“Adonis, why do your antennae have to curl up?”
His voice carried a crisp, youthful energy, full of confusion, “Are you too nervous?”
“Adonis, what is this scent?”
He wiggled his nose, leaning in front of the Zerg to observe the drop of sweat flowing down his white face, and then licked it away with the tip of his tongue.
“Sweet,” he said.
The Lord had many ways to tease him.
Adonis did not know why so many pleasant questions drifted past his ears, yet he could not give a single answer.
He became fragile and easily wanted to cry out.
George Avenue was still lit at night, and in one of the cubicles, hidden by curtains, a black figure flickered.
The night was silent, but even the best soundproof glass was hard to completely block all the sound.
Especially if the sound was a bit loud.
“Adonis, here.” The Lord handed him a pillow.
Made of soft rubber, Adonis gripped both sides, feeling somewhat dazed.
“Be quieter,” Tracy whispered in the Zerg’s ear.
“Otherwise, the neighbors will complain.”
Tracy was a novice.
He was human first, then a Lord.
Mental power combing was also something he was doing for the first time.
But this seemed to be his talent; he pushed the door open, as if entering a home he had been away from for a long time.
The Lord’s hand leaned comfortingly on his shoulder.
The sweet pheromones soothed his anxious mood bit by bit, carrying a strange tranquility.
The first mental power combing ended, and the pillowcase was soaked through.
There were even tooth marks on it.
“Good baby,” the Lord sighed.
He touched the Zerg’s sweat-dampened hair, accurately finding the soft antennae.
This was a rare tranquility.
The scent of pheromones in the air was so thick it was suffocating. Tracy narrowed his eyes.
He looked out the window.
A sudden rain had fallen.
Raindrops hit the fallen leaves, sliding down the veins, returning to the earth.
“Need to air it out…” Tracy said.
The bed sheet behind him was already wrinkled.
The Zerg’s palms were wet, gripping the bed sheet and soaking through patches of water stains.
Following the Lord’s gaze, he saw the tightly closed windows.
He had repeatedly felt fortunate that when he was renovating, he had bought the best materials.
His head was still spinning, but his instinct had already allowed his lips to make a judgment and a resolution first.
“No, do not…”
The tone was still a bit vague.
He could not help but remember that just a few minutes ago, this place had held the Lord’s long fingers.
He bit his lip, struggling to crawl up, stepped barefoot on the carpet, stood up, and went to reach for the remote control on the island counter.
He did not want any Zerg to smell the Lord’s pheromones.
That was the only thing he could think of.
His tail hook hung down powerlessly, making contact with the cold air.
In the light filtering through the curtains, the tip of the tail hook dropped a crystal-clear thread, which vanished the moment it touched the soft sheet.
With a beep, the ventilation system began to buzz, working diligently.
“Baby, it seems you still have plenty of energy.” The Lord leaned against the headboard and chuckled.
In the darkness, the Lord’s tail hook swayed impatiently.
He had just been sipping wantonly at the Zerg’s invitation, but the “straw” had been pulled out without permission, and the feeling of leaving things half-finished was terrible.
The Zerg tasted great, a rare clarity, like the taste of coconut water, with some light, sweet fragrance.
The lingering note carried the richness of milk, as well as the cloying sweetness of pomelo blossoms.
Adonis’s eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes.
The black and white eyes reflected his god.
His wings hummed and vibrated, only to be forcibly restrained and lowered.
It was his Lord.
It was his Zerg.
The moonlight hit his back, his expression half-lit and half-shadowed. Being suddenly interrupted made him look very displeased.
And his Zerg-Lord stood in the darkness, tall, long-limbed, beautiful, and robust.
His snow-white chest was covered with fine, mottled scratches, adding a touch of broken beauty.
At this moment, the Lord looked exceptionally dangerous.
What would he face?
His eyes flashed with anxiety, but there was even more anticipation.
The beast had retracted its fangs, willing to turn into a soft little lamb.
He was waiting for judgment.
And Tracy, of course, would not disappoint him.
He had sipped the Lord’s essence, which contained mental power and energy, and his mental sea and physical strength were filled to excess.
He beckoned, pulling his beloved Major onto the soft black velvet bed sheets.
He still looked a bit dazed, regretting his own recklessness and willfulness once again.
The ultimate contrast between black and white struck his eyes; the Zerg curled his antennae and closed his dazed eyes.
The night was still long.