Translator: dapotaturs
Release Date: 12/14/2024
Edited Date: 06/21/2025
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Although Chu Ci had been with the Zerg race for many years, perhaps because he had always had things go smoothly, he remained in a state of ‘brain fog’, dazed and confused, seeing everything as if through a mist, unable to see clearly. The twenty years as zerg felt more like a movie to him, whereas his human life from the twenty-first century felt more vivid.
For people from the 21st century, the only place where one might see someone kneeling could be in movies, where eunuchs kneel before the emperor.
Although he knew kneeling was a tradition among female zerg, Chu Ci was still taken aback.
He hesitated, saying, “You should get up.”
The medical staff raised Chu Ci’s wheelchair, allowing him to sit back on the bed and patted the edge, saying, “Sit here.”
Nuo Wei didn’t move. He held the small box in his hands, saying flatly, “The sitting posture is not convenient for punishment. Please allow me to kneel here.”
The punishment box was not light, and he was already weak from exhaustion. Just holding it for a moment caused his arm to start trembling.
Nuo Wei bit his tongue, fearing that if he couldn’t even hold the whip steadily on the first day, this rare moment of respite would be denied to him.
Chu Ci didn’t say anything. He saw the trembling hand of the female zerg and quietly took the box from him, placing it on the bed. During this, he inadvertently glanced down, catching a glimpse of the instructions printed on the box.
This small item contained everything necessary: whips, chains, spiked devices—enough to make one shudder. Before he awakened his abilities, Chu Ci’s temperament was quite mild compared to some of the harsher methods the male zerg used. He had never used these items on Nuo Wei before. This was the first time he had seen these items in two lifetimes.
…Good God, what a sick piece of equipment.
Chu Ci silently moved the box a little further away.
Seeing Chu Ci take the box, Nuo Wei sighed in relief.
He obediently turned around, exposing his back to the male zerg’s reach: “Please punish me.”
Chu Ci had intended to make him stand, but the female monarch wouldn’t comply. The male zerg pressed his forehead, trying to think of a way to make Nuo Wei stand up without offending his sensibilities. Before he could figure it out, he caught a faint whiff of blood.
Though the male zerg had injured his head, the wound had already scabbed over and been wrapped tightly with gauze. The blood smell was clearly from Nuo Wei.
Chu Ci looked at Nuo Wei’s back. Although the female monarch had tried to handle the situation quickly, the shirt was still stained with scattered spots of red.
“Nuo Wei,” Chu Ci took a deep breath, “take off your shirt.”
The usually compliant female monarch stiffened noticeably. Nuo Wei’s fingers clenched the edge of the shirt so tightly his knuckles turned white. He stood motionless, silently resisting.
Nuo Wei still remembered what the medical staff had said—that the male zerg had vomited.
The wound hadn’t been treated, and Nuo Wei still wore the suppression ring. Now his back looked just as unsightly as in the photograph. If it scared the male zerg again, he dreaded to think of the consequences.
In the Zerg society, even if the command was given by the male zerg to expose wounds, once the male zerg got frightened, it became the female monarch’s fault.
“Nuo Wei,” Chu Ci spoke softly, repeating, “Take off your shirt.”
This fabric wasn’t made to not stick to wounds. If it wasn’t removed now, when the blood drying out formed scabs, removing the shirt later would be inevitably painful.
“…Please don’t,” Nuo Wei hesitated, perhaps emboldened by Chu Ci’s gentle tone. Nuo Wei’s head was bowed low, fingers trembling. “The fabric is very thin. It won’t affect my ability to feel pain. Please let me wear it.”
Chu Ci was a bit puzzled. Nuo Wei’s grip on the shirt was almost as if he was a maiden guarding her modesty. But they were already married, and Nuo Wei was his female monarch. The female monarch shouldn’t act shy before the male zerg.
If it were something else, Chu Ci might have just let it go. But the wound being stuck to the fabric not only affected healing but would also be very painful when removed.
After thinking it over, Chu Ci decided to plead one more time.
He tried to keep his tone gentle, making his words sound less like an imposition: “Just take it off.”
Three times is a charm.
The male zerg’s words were like an imperial decree. Nuo Wei remained silent for a moment, lowering his gaze and taking off the protective shirt.
The gruesome wound was now exposed to the male zerg’s gaze. Nuo Wei seemed almost scorched by it; his wound was burning hot, while the rest of his body felt icy cold, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
Chu Ci sucked in a sharp breath.
Seeing the images on the display was one thing, but seeing the wound up close was entirely different. The display screen was separated by glass, whereas now the wound was mere inches away, and he could even smell the faint, metallic tang of blood in the air. Chu Ci, just recovered from illness, felt a bit nauseous.
He reached out, lightly tracing Nuo Wei’s back from a distance, his voice heavy with sorrow: “Why is it still like this?”
The healing ability of the female zerg was unmatched across the universe. Even the most severe wounds would quickly heal when placed on a warrior female. Yet, after so long since Chu Ci opened the image, these wounds remained as serious as ever.
Nuo Wei bared his back, kneeling in place, silent.
He numbly thought: Still like what? Still so ugly, still so gruesome, still so revolting to look at?
At this thought, he even felt a twinge of satisfaction—seeing such a hideous wound made the male zerg nauseous again, didn’t it?
Chu Ci did feel nauseous, a wave of acid rising in his stomach, but he forced it down, searching through the hazy fog in his mind until he found the keyword: suppression ring.
Whoever invented this perverse thing didn’t know what they were doing—it was meant to delay the healing of female zerg wounds, preventing the male’s ‘reward’ from disappearing by the next day, thereby causing the male to feel embarrassed.
…Damn, was there something worse than domestic abuse that could make one feel ashamed?
Chu Ci sat up straight: “Nuo Wei, lift your shoulder.”
His female monarch was hunched too low, making it impossible for Chu Ci to reach his neck.
By kneeling up straight, the wound would be closer to the male, and Nuo Wei wasn’t sure of the male’s intent, but that didn’t stop him from immediately following the command: “…Yes.”
Nuo Wei moved his neck into the correct position, and the cold fingers of the male zerg moved beside him, feeling for the suppression ring.
The suppression ring had multiple functions—the second and third were for tightening, while the first was for release.
The female zerg naturally assumed he was going to press the second or third buttons.
But the male’s fingers bypassed the second and third, instead pressing the first button accurately.
A cold mechanical voice echoed from the suppression ring: “Would you like to release the restraint?”
Nuo Wei sighed softly: “Male Master, that button is to remove the suppression ring…”
Before he could finish, the cold, certain voice of the male echoed back: “Yes.”
The suppression ring fell away with a click.
The area where the neck was bound left a faint red mark, which Chu Ci touched with his fingers. In just a few seconds, the red mark disappeared under his gaze.
The terrifying healing ability of the female zerg.
Cold fingers gently stroked the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise on Nuo Wei’s body. The female monarch looked up, bewildered and at a loss: “Male master?”
Why release the suppression ring?
The expression on the female’s face was too telling; Nuo Wei’s reputation in the military was renowned for its cold detachment. Even the cruelest of punishments—removing his wings—rarely swayed his expression, but now he looked up at the male with puzzled, uncertain eyes, bearing no resemblance to his usual aloof demeanor.
Chu Ci couldn’t help but smile, but he quickly stifled it. It was cruel to smile at a wounded individual, especially one who had been hurt due to his command. He cleared his throat, finding an excuse: “I hate the smell of blood on you.”
The excuse was at least plausible; after all, the male had vomited at the sight of the wound, clearly not fond of blood. Nuo Wei lowered his eyes: “Yes.”
After a moment, he added, “…It will heal in two days, and there won’t be any more smell of blood.”
Chu Ci pushed on Nuo Wei’s shoulder, feigning distaste: “I don’t want to smell that for a day, go find the medical staff and get some medication.”
Nuo Wei’s bizarre self-healing ability usually didn’t require medication for minor injuries, but sometimes, to seize battlefield opportunities, he would use drugs to speed up recovery.
It was clear this wasn’t a critical battlefield moment now, and Nuo Wei pressed his lips together, unsure how to ask the medical staff.
Meanwhile, the male zerg had already rung the bell next to his bed.
The doctor, responsible for him, tightened his grip on the little cart.
Ordinarily, there was nothing wrong with the male zerg’s health; ringing the bell suggested there must have been an accident involving Nuo Wei, prompting immediate medical attention.
The thought quickly dissipated; the male zerg’s frail physique, along with only basic tools, made it impossible for him to injure the strong military female. The doctor’s mind then drifted to a more disturbing conclusion…
Oh god, what if Nuo Wei injured the male zerg and can’t bear it, leading to a severe punishment?
That wasn’t something that could be resolved with confinement or exile to a desolate planet—the fate awaiting the female would be a terrifying and impossible choice between life and death.
He grabbed the small cart and rushed, barging into the male zerg’s room.
To his surprise, there was no bloodied military female or a struggling male zerg. Nuo Wei was quietly kneeling on the floor, looking up at his male zerg, while the male zerg lazily leaned back on the bed, his blanket pulled up to his knees. When the doctor entered, the male zerg was stifling a long yawn.
Everything seemed perfectly normal, even a bit cozy.
The doctor’s hand slightly trembled. For this strange male zerg, normality was the greatest abnormality. For example, his incredibly normal brain examination report had been circulated by dozens of neurologists, yet no one could figure out why the male zerg would say thank you three times in a row.
He forced a smile. “Is something bothering you, sir?”
Chu Ci shook his head. “I don’t have anything bothering me.” He pointed to Nuo Wei beside him. “I hate the smell of blood on him.”
The doctor’s heart tightened.
He could already guess what the female zerg’s next words would be: ‘The pardon order is null and void. Take him back to the correctional facility.’
The doctor looked at General Nuo Wei. The silver-haired female zerg had a handsome and attractive appearance, with his brows lowered, making it difficult to see his expression.
The doctor couldn’t help but plead for Nuo Wei. “Sir, he’s already realized his mistake. Please give the general another chance…”
The male zerg looked up at him, his narrow eyes filled with confusion. “What?”
“I told you to give Nuo Wei a medical examination, give him medicine to treat his wounds,” Chu Ci frowned, mimicking the local male zerg’s way of speaking. “This damned smell of blood, I can’t stand it for another moment. Go deal with it now.”
The doctor stood frozen in place.
No one had told Chu Ci that he didn’t fit in at all. Male Zergs wouldn’t have a female zerg treat their wounds just because they couldn’t stand the smell of blood; they would just give them a disgusted look and tell them to get out of their sight.
“Yes…” The doctor opened the door. “General Nuo Wei, please come with me.”
