Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

Inside the office.

Herroyen gently placed the male master in the office chair, then half-squatted down and picked up the male master's injured hand to examine it repeatedly, as if trying to find some hidden danger in that almost invisible scratch.

Manjushri was examined by him several times, and after a few minutes, he finally couldn't help but forcibly pull his hand back, put it behind his back, and said, "Okay, I'm really fine."

Herroyen's hand hung in mid-air, his gaze still anxiously following the hidden hand.

Actually, he wanted to tell the male ruler, "You don't know how potent that poison is. If you did, you wouldn't think this way." But the words stuck in his throat, and he swallowed them back.

He couldn't tell, because he was afraid that the powerful ruler would dislike him if he found out.

Even though the situation was far from serious enough to warrant cutting off his wings, he did not want the lord to develop a fear of him because of it.

"Hmm," he suppressed his inner worry and changed the subject, "would you like to see my wings now?"

Manjushri paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Herroyen immediately stood up straight, deftly unbuttoned his clothes, and cleanly took off the uniform jacket;

Then, the inner fabric clung to his muscular shoulders and back, and as he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, the muscle lines below his shoulder blades became clearly visible...

"You, you, you, you..." Manjushri's eyes widened suddenly, and his voice stammered, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"

"I want to show you the complete wings."

Heroion just unbuttoned the last button and took the lining off his shoulders and set it aside.

"Oh... um..." Manjushri's gaze suddenly didn't know where to go, it wandered around several times, but finally it unconsciously fell back on that well-defined body.

He suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Then what were your clothes like when you spread your wings just now...?"

Heroion understood what the lord wanted to ask.

He turned the coat he had just taken off upside down to show him, pointing with his fingertip to the opening at the base of the wings: "There are expansion joints on it."

Manjushri took it and looked at it, only to find that the expansion joint at the wing root opening was made extremely delicately, with the edges sewn with a very elastic material. If you didn't look closely, you could hardly see any gaps at all.

He said "Oh," and then asked, "So if I don't wear these specially made clothes, will it... explode?"

Herroyne was silent for a moment.

He thought that if the male's eyes weren't filled with pure curiosity, he would probably reasonably suspect that the male wanted the female to spread her wings and tear her clothes so that he could have a good look at her.

As he unbuttoned the last button of his undershirt, he replied, "Yes, but this isn't a specially made garment; almost all female insect-themed garments have this design."

"Oh..." Manjushri responded, but his eyes had already changed.

Because Herroyne had already taken off his last shirt!

Cool-toned lights shone down from above, falling on his well-defined shoulders and back.

Heroion wasn't in a hurry to spread his wings. He slowly and carefully folded his shirt, smoothing out every crease, because he wanted to use this action to display his strengths without reservation—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the slightly bulging muscle lines on both sides of his back...

In reality, he was more like silently announcing: "Male, your female figure is actually not bad at all!"

Unfortunately, during the last period of mental energy turmoil, the male master was too easily embarrassed, so they could only keep the lights off each time.

He could see the ruler clearly with his night vision, but the ruler couldn't see him.

At this moment, Holoyen was thoroughly enjoying the lord's greedy gaze upon him, which felt like a bowl of nourishing soup that warmed him from head to toe.

A few seconds later, he grasped the king's hands and then slowly unfurled the wings on his back.

The pair of jet-black wings slowly unfurled behind him, the wing membranes gleaming coldly under the light, each wing rib clearly defined, making a soft, resonant sound as they stretched in the quiet room...

Manjushri was once again awestruck by the enormous creature before him.

He tilted his head back, his gaze sliding from the wingtip to the wing root, his breathing becoming lighter as he asked, "Can I touch it now?"

“Of course,” Herroyen said, gently placing his hand on the inside of the wing. “You’ll be fine as long as you don’t touch the outer layer. The inner layer is non-toxic and not sharp, so it won’t scratch you.”

Manjushri placed almost his entire palm on it, his fingertips slowly moving along the inside of the wing membrane.

The texture was completely different from the outer layer; that side was hard and sharp, while the inside was elastic. He touched it slowly, as if measuring every inch of its structure, or perhaps simply indulging in this wonderful feel.

As he touched it, Manjushri suddenly asked, "May I see your back?"

He was genuinely curious about where the base of the wings connected to the back.

For the first time, Holoyen was stunned by the words of the powerful lord.

From the moment the female is born, almost every female that survives will be warned by her father: never expose your back when spreading your wings, otherwise there is a high probability that your wings will be cut off.

That was an instinctive vigilance etched into the very bones of every female insect, almost a conditioned reflex.

Holoyen stood rooted to the spot, remaining silent for several seconds in his outstretched wing position, until the lord's voice rang out again, even more cautiously, "If it's inconvenient, then forget it..."

He then nodded almost imperceptibly.

Holoyen slowly turned his back to the lord, spreading his enormous wings wider to make it easier for the lord to see, completely exposing the part of his back that connects to the wing roots.

Below his shoulder blades, the soft tissue base of a pair of wings was clearly visible, supported by countless complex and tightly packed bones. Two hard wing bones extended from the base outwards, interwoven with fine muscle fibers and blood vessels, resembling an exquisitely crafted creation, complex and mysterious...

But after Heroion turned around, Manjushri's doubts had completely changed.

His gaze did not fall on the joints between the bones and the wing roots, but rather on the back covered with old scars.

From his shoulder blades to his waist, crisscrossing old wounds stretched out like streams, as if someone had repeatedly stabbed him on this part of his back, making him tremble with fear.

Even more deadly, these scars inevitably stirred up those perfectly sealed fragments of memory in his mind!

One of the fleeting images shows his body gripping a two-meter-long, thick whip and wielding it continuously;

Another is the image of him constantly cursing with all sorts of filthy and obscene language;

There are many, many, many more...

In those fragmented, flickering images in my mind, the victims were mostly Herroyen, and secondarily Herroy.

Manjushri closed his eyes in despair, but at that very moment, he seemed to see again the real scene of Holoyen kneeling before him, accompanied by the cries of his cubs echoing in his ears...

Herroyen waited for a while but received no response, which made him wary!

But gradually, he noticed that the male master's breathing was not right!

The male ruler's breathing was too light and too slow, as if he were not breathing at all.

The next second, Herroyen panicked. He immediately folded his wings, as if trying to hide those ugly things that shouldn't be exposed back into his body.

As expected, the male's curiosity about the wings was not great enough to accept the entire wing.

"My lord, I apologize."

Heroion turned around and quickly pulled the male master into his arms, holding him tightly as if to cover up the mistake he had just made.

But this is difficult, because he has already begun to feel constant self-blame and remorse...

Clearly, no male insect in the entire world would genuinely like any insect-like features on a female insect, so why did he just act like he was having a brainless fit, responding to whatever the male lord said?

Those wing roots, those bones, those deformed joints—to the male insect, they're no different from monsters!

Why was he so naive as to think that a powerful ruler would accept it?