[Huh? Sleeping naked? Male Lord, you're rewarding him again! (crying)]
The moment they saw the words “sleeping naked,” tears flowed from both the corners of the Female Zergs' eyes and mouths.
[I thought they'd start slowly with holding hands. Lord Xi'an went straight for the main course. Truly worthy of a Super A-Class Male Zerg. (slurp) (drool)]
[Watch your words. StarNet is very strict about discussions involving Lord Xi'an these days. Reckless comments will earn you a nice silence package.]
[Claire's book spirit is still working its magic!]
Other readers became more interested in “pheromone addiction.”
[Does that really exist? How much exposure would it take?]
[Pheromone addiction requires extremely high compatibility and being completely soaked in a Male Zerg's pheromones within a short period. The requirements are too harsh. Most Zergs could never achieve that.]
[So basically, before they were even married, Lord Xi'an's pheromones already caught and ripened Claire.]
[Damn! I'm even more jealous now!]
[That guy acts frigid on the outside, but inside he's already fully ripe!]
[What kind of blessed fate is that? (jealousy twists a Zerg's face)]
[Forget it. Ordinary Zergs couldn't do what Claire did. If it were any of us, we'd have lost all reason when Lord Xi'an advanced and released his pheromones... then we'd have been blown into ashes by a Tianga cannon and dragged Lord Xi'an down with us.]
[...Yeah, no one can compare to Claire's godlike self-control. He's so ruthless toward himself it's like he cut off all emotions and desires.]
#Claire Castrated#
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After finishing the chapter, An Ruo habitually scrolled through the comments and casually hit the like button.
Only after seeing what he'd liked did he hurriedly cancel it.
The thoughts inside these Female Zergs' heads were truly bizarre.
Jealousy really did twist Zergs.
Closing the screen, An Ruo leaned back in his chair and stretched lazily.
He'd been updating too frequently lately.
Time to take a day off.
Glancing at his completely empty draft folder, he felt guilty for one second before deciding to do something else.
It wasn't that he didn't want to stockpile chapters.
Inspiration just couldn't be forced.
Sometimes he reached a certain point and got stuck no matter how hard he thought.
He could force himself to write, but it never felt right.
Anyway, the prison provided food and lodging, and there was no pressure to update.
An Ruo decided to clear his mind.
Previously, Uriel had brought over all the gifts sent by the military Female Zergs.
There were so many that his cell couldn't fit them all, forcing Uriel to give him an extra spatial button to store them.
The tiny device could be worn like a button or brooch.
But its internal space was enormous.
Large enough to hold a mech.
These days, An Ruo had been busy writing and performing psychic soothing.
He hadn't had time to open the gifts.
Today was perfect.
First—
Flowers.
A lot of flowers.
An Ruo suspected Uriel had told them he liked flowers, causing all the military Female Zergs to rush out and buy them.
Otherwise, why would there be so many?
Fortunately, the spatial button preserved their freshness.
He found a vase and arranged one bouquet.
Pink and red flowers brightened the entire cell.
An Ruo was very satisfied.
He decided to replace them daily.
Even so, it would take a long time to use up all those flowers.
Next came clothes.
These Female Zergs apparently loved gifting beautiful clothing and jewelry to Male Zergs.
The button contained luxurious formalwear and gemstone accessories.
Beautiful, certainly.
But what opportunity would a prisoner have to wear them?
An Ruo picked out several high-quality, comfortable sets of pajamas.
Those were practical.
Uriel had said prison uniforms were only necessary when leaving the cell.
Inside, he could wear anything.
When he first entered prison, the machine guards had confiscated his clothes merely to check for contraband.
An Ruo continued taking things out.
Then came various snacks, fruits, beverages...
And supplements.
Looking at the gift boxes, practically labeled “For Strengthening Male Zerg Vitality,” An Ruo's expression became indescribable.
He understood.
The Female Zergs of the military district all liked nourishing Male Zergs.
For them, it was probably the same as applying lubricant and maintenance to machinery.
Silently, An Ruo stuffed them back into the spatial button and buried them at the bottom.
Then there were...
Letters?
Pulling out a stack of envelopes, An Ruo blinked in surprise.
Paper correspondence was almost extinct in the interstellar age.
It had become more of a collector's item.
The military Female Zergs didn't have his terminal number.
Unable to contact him digitally, they'd resorted to such an old-fashioned method.
After transmigrating into the Zerg world, the first letters he received weren't from readers.
They were thank-you letters from military Female Zergs.
The feeling was strangely complicated.
But also wonderful.
Sitting at his desk, An Ruo opened one.
Most resembled greeting cards or postcards, decorated beautifully.
Seeing petals and floral designs and smelling the perfume sprayed on the pages, he didn't think much of it.
Receiving his first gratitude letter as a doctor, he sat up straight with a touch of excitement and began reading.
"To Lord Annor,
My name is Warren. I once served in the Ninth Legion's Star Scorpion Unit, rank Major. Attached is a list of my personal assets, should you be willing to spare it a glance...
I participated in last year's expedition.
Expeditions are the pride of military Female Zergs.
And their graves.
I was both fortunate and unfortunate.
I survived.
But my mental score dropped to twenty-five and entered an extremely dangerous state.
For a military Female Zerg without a Male Lord, that was practically a death sentence.
Yes, the military district has psychic soothing specialists.
But ordinary military Female Zergs usually wait three to fifty years.
Even priority cases require years.
Enough time for madness or death.
There is little difference between the two.
Back then, I had already begun writing my will.
I had no Male Lord and no offspring.
There wasn't much to write.
Just donating my assets to charity after death.
Then I received notice that a new B-Class psychic soothing specialist had joined the military district.
My case officer suggested transferring my application to your list, warning me that your methods might be... violent.
Please allow me to apologize on his behalf. He meant no offense.
Your divorce case with Marshal Ulysses is widely known.
Most Female Zergs applying to you had some concerns because of it.
At the time, I had no choice.
The military wouldn't let me die in a Male Zerg's bed, but without psychic soothing I would certainly die anyway.
Now, I think fate favored me.
It was the best decision.
My queue number was surprisingly early.
To make it in time, I boarded a starship overnight and underwent several space jumps, arriving at the First Military District on Capital Star the next morning.
I looked exhausted.
My companions told me I should tidy myself up first.
Otherwise Male Zergs would lose interest and the soothing effect would suffer.
Time was too short.
I thought the worst outcome would be being treated more roughly.
Pain had never frightened me.
Now I regret it deeply.
I failed to show you my best side and left you with such a terrible first impression.
Soon, it was my turn.
Following the guide, I nervously expected to be brought to your room.
Instead, I entered the treatment room.
You sat there in white.
The room's lights were cold and pale.
But when you raised your eyes, they were gentle and compassionate, as though pulling me into sunlight.
I saw myself reflected in your clear green eyes and felt ashamed.
When your powerful psychic force flooded into my mind, my soul trembled.
I felt both anticipation and fear, as though I were about to be invaded by you.
You effortlessly broke through my barriers.
Everything inside me opened to you.
All my secrets lay bare.
You pieced my broken self back together.
Wherever your psychic power touched, chaos and madness became peace.
I had never felt so well.
You gave me perfect psychic soothing.
From extreme danger to perfection.
It's normal for Female Zergs to fall in love with the Male Zerg who soothes them.
Falling in love with you came just as naturally.
Perhaps your compassionate gaze captured me from the first moment.
Afterward, I frantically collected information about you.
I even watched the recordings of your divorce trial with Marshal Ulysses...
I know this isn't right.
Everyone knows your case.
No normal Female Zerg should sink this deeply.
But perhaps I'm not normal.
I've tried countless ways to calm myself.
Yet day and night, I think only of you.
You're divorced.
You have no Female Lord and no female attendants.
You're alone in the military district prison, without anyone to care for you.
I mean...
I long to become the Female Zerg who cares for you.
If you're willing to accept me.
I know your sentence is long and you'll never leave prison.
I'm willing to stay with you forever, visiting and caring for you as family.
I know your style is rather violent...
That's okay.
I'm healthy and durable.
Even if I don't survive, it doesn't matter.
You saved my life.
You may take it whenever you wish.
I would gladly die by your hand.
I'll sign a disclaimer beforehand so you won't get into trouble.
Awaiting your reply.
Forever yours,
Warren."
“......”
Huh?
HUH?!!
An Ruo's emotions went from anticipation...
To confusion...
To sheer terror.
Suddenly, he realized—
This wasn't a thank-you letter.
It was a love letter.
What?!
Terrified, An Ruo threw the letter away and leaned backward.
His confused and wary expression looked as though he'd encountered a timed bomb.
He couldn't understand why he'd received something like this.
Maybe, just as Warren wrote, Female Zergs easily became attached to the Male Zergs who performed psychic soothing on them.
But he was currently a military district psychic soothing specialist—a public Male Zerg.
And he carried the notorious reputation of an ultra-violent domestic abuser known throughout the Federation.
With those two powerful deterrents combined, there were still Female Zergs charging straight at him?
An Ruo trembled in fear.
If this happened in modern society, he'd definitely be punished for violating medical ethics.
Even if he was a fake doctor, this was too much stimulation.
Pulling out paper and pen, he thought about how to reply in a way that would completely destroy these Female Zergs' romantic delusions.
Then his eyes widened.
Wait.
Could the other letters be...
He hurriedly opened them all.
Only to discover that Major Warren's letter had been the most restrained and subtle one.
'I dream about you every night, and whenever I think of you, I ***.'
'I want you to ** me.'
'Could I have the honor of serving you? I don't need a title.'
'I offer all my assets in hopes that...'
'I want to ** and have children with you. I'll raise them alone.'
'Have you read Instructor? Just like Claire matched with Lord Xi'an, obtaining your psychic soothing was fate guiding me.'
'Male Lord, * me from the front!'
......
An Ruo froze.
The letters slipped from his fingers.
Too horrifying...
Were these thank-you letters or death warrants?
A random doctor had just been scared to death.
Some people looked alive on the outside.
But had already been gone for quite a while.
After a long while, An Ruo silently picked up his pen.
He was going to shatter their fantasies.
Coldly.
Cruelly.
And guide them back onto the right path.