In the Zerg Race, Didn’t We Agree to Break the Engagement? Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Dear Fiancé

“I should please you first.”

Regarding his fiancé, Sirius believed he still had some understanding of him.

If Julian was a lively and passionate Cichong, then in contrast, Lex, as a typical Junci, had reticence as his most prominent character trait.

In fact, logically speaking, Xiongchong should be more accustomed to Cichong like Julian. However, unexpectedly, among high-level Xiongchong, marrying a Junci as a Cijun was a widespread phenomenon.

As for the reason, perhaps it was because Xiongchong still retained the most primitive and base predatory desires for conquest and control, constantly urging them to approach powerful Cichong.

And the military is likely the place with the most powerful Cichong.

With a silent sigh, Sirius turned off the autopilot, retracted his wandering thoughts, and looked down at the massive military base. After passing through multiple checkpoints, the hovercraft finally landed.

He didn’t actually arrive that late. After his intimacy with Julian, it was now only 7:00 PM.

Although they used a 24-hour system like humans, the Zerg sky darkened very slowly. Seven o’clock was only when the light began to fade.

Sirius stepped out of the hovercraft. Lex, who had received the message, was already waiting outside the base. Besides him, there were many other Cichong waiting to watch the fun.

“Oh— Lord Xiongzhun of Captain Lex is here~”

These were ordinary Junci. They seemed to very much welcome Sirius, behaving with unusual excitement and even making friendly teases at the two of them.

Sirius felt they might naively believe that he and Lex shared some legendary love, given his willingness to undergo an engagement ritual with him.

—In Zerg legends, after an engagement is set, the Xiongchong and Cichong will encounter more hardships during the marriage process. However, young couples who overcome these many difficulties and love each other will receive the blessing of the Zerg Mother and give birth to more Xiongzi.

Reproduction and plunder—these things carved into Zerg genes were always viewed as sacred.

“Good evening, Excellence. Have you eaten? Would you like to go to the canteen?”

Another Cichong pushed him aside. “Excellence, would you like a tour of our warship? It’s leaving tomorrow. Today is the last chance for a tour!”

Looking at the incredibly enthusiastic Cichong who were constantly using various methods to tempt him, Sirius overturned his previous thought.

Rather than blessing others, perhaps they were more interested in leaving a deep impression on him so they could become his Cishi in the future?

This wasn’t Sirius being narcissistic; it was simply how things always were in Zerg society.

The higher the rank of a Xiongchong, the higher the probability of high-rank hatchlings and the higher the probability of producing a Xiongchong. It wasn’t surprising that they wanted to keep the “fertile water” within their own circles.

Sirius made no judgment on any of this, but the waiting Lex’s face darkened instantly.

His mouth spoke of their flippant attitude and how it was a great sign of disrespect to Sirius, sternly scolding them and urging them to leave. But as for what he was actually thinking, only he himself knew.

“Lex.” Sirius called out to the strict Cichong, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. “I don’t feel offended. Don’t be too harsh.”

This was true. Compared to the various probes from that fleet captain before his arrival, these small schemes seemed particularly adorable.

That’s right—the Zerg high-ranking officers didn’t actually welcome Sirius that much. The captain had communicated with him repeatedly, constantly testing whether he had any intention of entering the military.

And this was even with Sirius researching geology and paleontology, not engaging in politics, and having no prior record of interfering with the military.

Simply because he was a high-rank Xiongchong.

The Zerg race is truly fractured. They are so united against outsiders, with both Cichong and Xiongchong willing to sacrifice themselves for the prosperity of the collective. Yet, in reality, they are so wary; one can see their suspicion toward Cichong even at high-level Xiongchong gatherings.

Before the group was sent away for punishment, Sirius grabbed the Cichong’s wrist. “Alright, I have something to discuss with you. Let’s talk privately.”

Almost the moment the Xiongchong spoke, Lex adjusted his expression. After Sirius took his hand, the Cichong’s eyes lit up completely. He avoided Sirius’s gaze, but the Xiongchong clearly felt his hand being actively held in return.

A “closet romantic”—it fit the stereotype.

The Junci, who always had excellent eyesight, gossiped amongst themselves, looking with disdain at their beloved Vice-Captain. Lex’s expression turned fierce again instantly. “Lord Sirius is kind-hearted and specifically pleaded for you. It seems you don’t need it after all. Then go to the training room…”

“No, no, no, we need it. We really need it.”

The Cichong reacted instantly, interrupting Lex. “Thank you, Lord Sirius! We wish Excellence and Captain Lex a happy marriage and an early birth of a noble hatchling—”

Unfortunately, the pointedly flattering Lex didn’t seem much happier. Instead, he appeared even more angry, making a gesture as if to kick them from a distance. The other Junci scattered and fled, muttering that Lex didn’t know how to take a compliment; even if they were loyal and didn’t compete with Lex, other bugs would come to snatch Sirius away.

Hearing this mutter, Sirius rarely looked sideways, lightly raising an eyebrow.

He was actually right.

The other Cichong left in a chaotic mess, leaving Lex standing obediently by Sirius’s side. Sirius could feel the hand he was holding felt almost weightless; he didn’t know if Lex was letting go because he was afraid Sirius would notice what he was doing, or if he was afraid Sirius would find him heavy.

“Lex, you guys are leaving tomorrow, right? If you have time now, can we talk privately?”

An engagement is a state where the compatibility period cannot be completed, and only a marriage application has been filed with the Mainframe. Sirius had to break the engagement with Lex first before he could re-apply for marriage.

The marriage application is obviously submitted by the Xiongchong, but the cancel button can only be clicked by the Cichong. Perhaps it’s because the Central Mainframe fears that Xiongchong will change their minds at will, leading to a decrease in the Zerg population?

Who knows.

It’s so desperate for the Zerg to reproduce; one would think the race was on the verge of extinction if they didn’t know the Zerg were a massive race dominating several star systems.

“Of course. Excellence, please follow me.”

His voice trembled slightly. Sirius glanced at him, only to see Lex’s earlobes were slightly red. He didn’t know what Lex was thinking, but the other didn’t dare look at him while speaking.

Very strange.

Sirius only looked at him for two more seconds before his unreleased hand was gripped back. That hand wasn’t exactly behaving itself, swaying back and forth as they walked, as if its owner was very joyful.

Ultimately, he didn’t have the heart to stop it. The Xiongchong allowed him to lead him by the hand, taking in the nearby warships.

They weren’t very special, just ordinary warships. Since they weren’t launching until tomorrow, they were still grounded and didn’t show their true size. Sirius gave them a casual glance before looking toward where they were going.

“Where are we going? Your office or your apartment?”

“Apartment!” Lex’s head lowered a bit more as he added, “If you want to be in the office, that’s fine too, but it might not be very comfortable there.”

“It’s fine. As long as there are no other bugs, anywhere is okay.”

It was just breaking an engagement; anywhere would do.

Finding a place without other bugs was also out of consideration for the Cichong’s dignity. Saying it directly in front of his subordinates didn’t seem very polite. Sirius’s peripheral vision swept over some “little bugs” who were peeking. When their eyes met, the atmosphere changed.

Some bugs hid, while others smiled at him. Sirius pretended not to see any of it. However, Lex appropriately quickened his pace, and they soon arrived at the Cichong’s room.

This was a bachelor apartment in the military base, no different from an ordinary apartment. Sirius looked around; a Junci’s life was clearly very boring. Even his living quarters looked like a model home—sky-blue walls, a pale green sofa.

Zerg architecture everywhere used these colors; they were the colors closest to nature.

Sirius sat on the sofa, leaning back slightly. Lex stood opposite him, head lowered, silent. Looking up from below, the Junci’s eyes were already closed, his eyelids trembling incessantly. Looking closely, his entire body seemed to be shaking.

“Don’t be nervous,” Sirius consoled in a low voice. “No matter what, no matter what you choose, I will respect you.”

He felt that this Cichong had already sensed his intention. Perhaps it was difficult to accept for a moment, but he should be able to accept it soon.

After all, a Cijun is a completely different existence; they have a large portion of protection. Furthermore, a high-level Cichong like Lex was also proud; it was unlikely he would choose to wrong himself for Sirius’s sake.

With his status and rank, he could easily be the Cijun of another Xiongchong. Therefore, Lex would likely choose to separate from him.

This was normal. They met in the matching room in the first place; they were just matched by the Central Mainframe’s gene matching, with no real emotional connection.

Lex froze for a moment. His tense body suddenly relaxed, and he seemed to smile as he spoke softly, “Excellence, may I draw the curtains?”

“As you wish.” Since it’s your own room.

Sirius didn’t say the latter part. Zerg Cichong are like that—they want to maintain a good image in front of Xiongchong, so they behave with extreme respect.

As Sirius’s words fell, the sensor system automatically closed the curtains. The lights turned on, and the warm yellow tone of the light made the atmosphere seem somewhat ambiguous.

The Xiongchong instinctively felt something was wrong. “Do you know what I’m going to do…”

…?

Just as he looked up, before Sirius could finish his sentence, the Cichong who had been holding it in for a long time made his move. That neatly fitted training uniform was carelessly thrown onto the floor.

The well-built muscles in the chest area made the clothes look like a tight-fitting suit. The white shirt was tucked into his trousers, and the rolled-up sleeves completely exposed the powerful forearm muscles. For so many years, the bugs around him had the appearance of human males. No matter what his sexual orientation was before, he should only have this one orientation now.

Moreover, the malevolent genes of a bug always exist. Sirius’s gaze unavoidably fell on the protruding veins of his forearm, following his hand to the buttons on his chest, then to his trousers…

As the belt was unbuckled, Sirius stood up abruptly. The Cichong’s shirt and trousers fell to the floor, and a bronze-colored body came fully into view.

“What are you doing?” The Xiongchong’s throat was a bit dry. He was supposed to be questioning him, but for some reason, even he couldn’t hear a hint of refusal in his voice. His gaze was also completely glued to the other’s body.

The Cichong pressed his legs together awkwardly, walked forward, and half-knelt. Their positions were reversed. Lex looked up, his hand grabbing Sirius’s sweatpants.

“I should please you first.”

He said, “I took an elective course on Xiong-Ci interaction, and my grades were pretty good. Do you want to try?”