Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Lu Feng paused, looking at the Empress who was staring intently at him. Her glasses were clear and bright, revealing no deception whatsoever.

He remained expressionless, but slowly moved his face behind the paper and circled the word "never".

Second question: How frequently have you engaged in sexual activity (including intercourse and masturbation) in the past four weeks?

Lu Feng could barely hold his pen, and he circled around the word "occasionally".

The third question: How confident have you been in your sexual performance over the past four weeks?

Lu Feng's pen first stopped at "relatively confident", but then, remembering that the Queen would see this questionnaire, he blankly circled "very confident".

Fourth question: How high was your sex drive in the past four weeks?

Lu Feng recalled a night when he circled around "Very High".

Fifth question: In the past four weeks, have you been sexually addicted to or overly dependent on your partner?

Are sex addiction and over-dependence linked?

Lu Feng stared blankly at the word "partner".

He held the pen, his heart heavy with anxiety.

He was indeed very dependent on the Empress, but it wasn't out of any filthy intentions. Now that I think about it, what made him addicted was probably the Empress's natural spiritual guidance effect.

But he didn't want to hit "frequently," because the Zerg gained the favor of females through combat strength and physique, and he didn't want her to think he was just after pleasure.

Lu Feng spent half an hour trying to complete one side of a small questionnaire.

Finally, like a primary school student handing in homework late, he put the questionnaire back: "Dr. Xia, this doesn't seem to be a form for assessing sleep quality. Did you bring the wrong one?"

"Boss, if you don't trust someone, don't use them; if you do use someone, don't doubt them. Please don't question my professionalism."

Xia Yangyang pushed up one side of her glasses, took the questionnaire, and explained, "I have seen many patients whose excessive repression of their sexual desires turned into severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. The self-correction of obsessive-compulsive disorder caused them inner torment and sleep disorders. This cycle reinforced itself and eventually became more and more severe."

"..."

"What appears to be a sleep disorder is actually an unmet sexual need."

"..."

"Treatment that only targets sleep disorders often—hiss—"

She glanced at the scores of several important topics, gasped, and instantly realized the problem.

Xia Yangyang didn't even need to calculate all the scores; Lu Feng had already surpassed the passing grade after just the first ten questions.

"Yes, your situation is very similar to what I just described."

She turned the paper over again and saw that it was blank, thinking about his unusually ambiguous attitude towards her just now.

After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "When you experience sexual desire, is it because you're mentally exhausted and your mind is blank, or is there a specific person in mind?"

"There is a specific object."

Have you ever been in a romantic relationship in the human world?

"no."

"And in your race?"

"No, not at all."

"Well then, one last question." Xia Yangyang propped herself up on the table with both hands and stood up from her chair.

She stared intently at him, like a dewdrop at dawn, bright enough to see through every minute detail.

"Is it me who arouses your sexual desire?"

Under such scrutiny, truth and vulnerability are laid bare.

Lu Feng's heart pounded violently against his chest, each thud clearly audible even through his skin.

His body was tense, his thin lips, pale from being pressed together, barely parted—

"Snap—!"

The door was opened from the outside without warning.

The doctor in the white coat stood at the door, one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes gleaming with an air of lawlessness.

"Mr. Lu, does Ms. Xia still need a medical check-up?"

His casual remark was like a sharp knife, severing the fragile bond between them completely.

Xia Yangyang's expression changed, and she looked at Lu Feng: "What kind of physical examination?"

She could understand sealing off the windows and doors, since outsiders had indeed broken in last night.

But what does it mean to have a physical examination?

Has his desire for control reached this level? Will it escalate to mind control next? Will everything she eats and drinks have to go through his hands? Will she have to change what she reads and says according to his demands?

Lu Feng blocked the figure in the white coat, softening his voice as much as possible:

"Please don't be angry. It's just a small check-up to confirm your health status. We won't draw blood or take X-rays. I just want to make sure you're healthy."

The Queen has completely lost her memories of the Zerg.

He couldn't hear the Zerg's call, and apart from mental energy, there were no signs of Zerg development, which made him very worried.

Xia Yangyang took a deep breath: "Thank you, Mr. Lu. I go to the hospital for regular check-ups every year. The report came out two months ago and told me that I am in very good health."

"..."

"On the contrary, I think you need this kind of medical check-up more than I do!"

She stopped calling him "boss" altogether; she was genuinely angry.

Lu Feng desperately wanted to tell her directly that her true identity was the empress they were searching for.

However, his consistently rational and holistic personality also made him worry about what to do if she didn't believe him at all and instead resisted him and the facts.

She possesses excessive mental strength but doesn't know how to use it. If she develops extreme resistance, this mental strength could very well harm both of them.

He wasn't afraid of getting hurt himself; what he feared was that a mental injury would prevent him from communicating with the Zerg spaceships, at which point the enemy would seize the opportunity to cause irreparable damage.

But if hiding it makes her more resistant—

A complex emotion flashed in Lu Feng's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination: "I'm sorry, there's something I haven't told you yet."

"What?"

"In fact, you are the queen that my clan has been searching for."

"..."

"I'm late, I'm sorry you suffered outside."

Lu Feng's eyes were filled with sincerity, as if he were pouring all his trust and affection into this moment.

An invisible pressure permeated the air, and every word carried a heavy weight.

Xia Yangyang stared at him, and as their gaze lingered longer, her expression grew increasingly strange: "You'd actually say something like that just to get me a medical exam?"

The atmosphere was like a taut balloon suddenly having a hole cut in it.

Lu Feng paused for a moment: "I swear by the souls of all the deceased queens of the Zerg, there is not a single falsehood in my words."

"..."

"You have opened the compass, and only the Queen can open the compass."

Xia Yangyang craned her neck, pressing her face even closer to his with anger: "I have a complete memory from childhood to adulthood, I have ultrasound photos of my parents, uncles, and aunts, they all objectively exist, and you're just relying on a broken compass?"

"It's not broken, it's just—"

"Okay, putting all that aside, if I really am the empress you're talking about, then where is my insect abdomen? Where are my insect legs? Why don't I have spots or glow? How do you insects talk? Say something, I can't hear a word you say!"

Don't tell me that you turned this villa into an iron cage because of such blind speculation. Don't tell me that all your almost illegal actions were to protect me.

"..."

One bold attempt led to Lu Feng's lifelong unwavering introversion.

*

This is the only strategy Xia Yangyang can choose, the only mission target with a low level of S, and the only father who doesn't require her to bear any emotional consequences and leaves behind a large sum of child support fees before automatically leaving the scene.

How is this any different from a pie falling from the sky?

But then suddenly God said, "Oh, sorry, I threw the wrong one. This is yours." Then, the pie was taken back, and a stone came crashing down on it.

The key point is that they genuinely believe that bringing her back to the Zerg, breeding Zerglings together, and enjoying the protection of the Zerg is for her own good.

Xia Yangyang subconsciously resisted and did not approve.

Rescuing someone from the abyss and taking them to a place of light and support is called protection and kindness. But taking someone from their birthplace to a completely unfamiliar place to have children and reproduce is called human trafficking.

She didn't understand the Zerg, nor did she know about their predicament.

All she knew was that she had come here with a mission, and that she finally had enough power in this world to give her child a wonderful and peaceful childhood.

If she could make a wish, she would never wish to become the queen revered by all insects; she would only pray that the mission would be easier.

She doesn't need them to rescue her. She just wants to stay on Earth peacefully, on vacation, and raise her baby. Don't say she "suffered." Compared to the previous three, she didn't suffer at all! Really, not at all!

*

The two started arguing, and Shiro crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

He didn't care about any outside opinions; his eyes were only on the girl opposite him, observing her every movement and expression.

The girl was still angry, her eyes were sharp, and her voice was firm and powerful, carrying an uncompromising aura.

The flames emanating from the argument were incredibly captivating and mesmerizing to him.

A slight smile curved his lips, and his gaze grew even more profound.

Is this the Empress? The perfect Empress...?

*

As a yakuza boss who has been living overseas for many years, Bai Ye is extremely intelligent and has no bottom line when it comes to doing things.

To paraphrase Lu Feng from a long, long time ago, he's a mad dog from Zaun.

When the three of them broke up and decided to go it alone, he planted spies among the other two. While searching for them himself, he did his best to spy on the other two, and whoever found them first, he would take the first share.

When he heard that the Empress had lost her memory and thought he was human, and that Lu Feng had placed her under house arrest to protect her safety, which angered her, he was overjoyed.

Even the auspicious smoke rising from the ancestral graves could be extinguished by that boring and rigid guy.

He wasn't worried at all that the Empress would grant Lu Feng the first mating right, since the highest quality wood was used for making furniture, not for procreation.

But when he stood outside the door and heard the Empress herself utter a series of ambiguous terms like "sleeping in each other's arms" and "sexual urges," and call Lu Feng "boss" repeatedly, he was deeply moved.

He couldn't sit still any longer. What had this unscrupulous merchant used to deceive the Queen?!

Bai Ye recalled the brief moment just now when his gaze inadvertently met the Empress's.

A cold and indifferent gaze.

Calm and profound.

Although her bare shoulders were partially exposed, she exuded a sense of aloofness that seemed untouchable.

That one glance stirred up a tidal wave in his heart, awakening a ferocious competitive desire deep within him, a desire that came from his very genes.

Her coldness and aloofness did not deter him; instead, they made him even more infatuated.

How could Lu Feng possibly take good care of the Empress?

Only by following him could the Empress do whatever she wanted without restraint and vent all the suffering she had endured over the years.