A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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At that time, the insect king was just a descendant of an ancient but declining family. Because he was good-looking and a high-ranking male insect, he was pampered by society, but he was gloomy.

The female insects, on the contrary, fawned over him even more, saying he was like a white rose—beautiful, fragile, pure, and easily broken.

Male insects are such weak creatures.

Atticus, on the other hand, is the moon in the sky, high above, radiant with light. He is the eldest prince, loved and respected by all the insects in the empire.

Atticus standing downstairs waiting for him.

The Insect King appeared on the third-floor terrace, lazily looking down.

In the darkness, Atticus looked up and saw the Insect King on the terrace.

He stood there, noble and dignified, upright and without a trace of gloom, his presence shining directly into the insect king's perpetually gloomy heart.

The Insect King gripped the cold metal railing, his fingertips turning white from the force.

He hated the unbearable light, yet he couldn't look away.

Atticus is the guardian deity in the hearts of the people.

During a public tour, a parade of floats, Atticus stood on a float, gleaming in the starlight.

The streets were packed with cheering crowds.

They raised their hands in high spirits and cheered, praising all the virtues of the world, such as kindness and gentleness, and extolling the greatness of the eldest prince.

No one could take their eyes off him.

He's so good, all the insects in the empire love him.

A young insect was pushed to the front, fell onto the hard metal pavement, and cried loudly.

Before the guards could react, Atticus had already flown down.

He bent down, reached out his hands, and carefully picked up the crying baby, shaking him gently in his arms.

Gently patting the dust off the little one, she took out a small piece of candy wrapped in colorful crystal candy paper from her uniform pocket and placed it in the little one's tiny hand.

Thanks to his difficult younger brother, he was good at coaxing children and also knew how to keep candy in his pocket.

He whispered something, and the little bug's tear-streaked face immediately broke into a smile, turning tears into laughter.

The surrounding crowd erupted in even louder cheers, and then Atticus stepped into the crowd and returned the cub to his anxious mother.

He had no guards, but no one tried to attack him or disrespectfully pulled him.

All the insects bowed and knelt in devout worship, kissing the ground and the hem of his clothes as he walked.

Atticus nodded to the people around him, his face showing a gentle and tolerant expression.

He was the father of the empire, and wherever his gaze swept, there were his people.

The Insect King watched all this from the shadows of a distant high platform.

He was already married to Atticus at the time, dressed in the most magnificent imperial robes, and holding a scepter symbolizing supreme power.

But he felt like an outsider, like a clown hiding behind a curtain.

The people's attention, cheers, and adoration were all directed at Atticus; not a single thing belonged to him.

When the Queen of Insects is mentioned, everyone excitedly exclaims, "Great Queen Atticus!"

But when the Insect King is mentioned, everyone says, "Ah, His Majesty Atticus's companion, His Majesty the Insect King..."

What is his name? Nobody cares, nobody knows.

Atticus is such a good man, how could any insect not be tempted?

But it was also him.

Atticus is so good, how could any insect not be jealous?

Atticus's light was so bright that it made him, the insect king sitting at the highest position, so dim, so... superfluous, so dispensable.

So he deliberately sought out many female slaves and female servants.

Actually, none of them are as good-looking as Atticus.

But listening to their flattery, their slander of Atticus, their vying for his favor, seeing Atticus's distress, and seeing Atticus's resistance to sleeping with them gave him immense psychological satisfaction.

Then they could take the opportunity to punish Atticus.

Even though Atticus is the Queen of Insects, he is still his lord.

The male master can have many female servants and slaves, which is permitted by law. So why can the queen of the insect defy the law?

Jealousy deserves a beating.

When the Zerg society was obsessed with protecting male Zerglings, the Male Protection Law and the Male Privilege Law were the highest laws of the Empire, and even the Queen could not overthrow them.

Punishment is also an option.

In the palace, when no one was around.

Atticus knelt on the cold, smooth obsidian floor, his head bowed, his silver hair falling down and obscuring his expression.

His shoulders and back remained straight, like an unbreakable sword.

The Insect King stood before him, holding a specially made punitive whip in his hand.

The female insect has thick skin and flesh, and it is impossible to damage it without specially made torture instruments.

This disciplinary whip is covered with high-powered energy barbs; one lash and even a female insect would be torn apart.

The Insect King stared at Atticus with a sinister look in his eyes.

Do you know where you went wrong?

Atticus remained silent.

"Speak!" The Insect King lashed out with his whip.

The whip tip tore through the air and lashed Atticus’s shoulders and back.

The fabric ripped, revealing glaring bloodstains.

Atticus's body shuddered violently, he groaned, and clenched his fists.

His shoulders and back were stiff, and blood was flowing down his back.

But he still didn't look up or say anything.

The Insect King's chest heaved.

Atticus's silence was the greatest provocation to him. Atticus was now unwilling to even speak to him, which hurt his fragile self-esteem more than any words could be uttered.

He wanted to see submission, to see suffering, to see the radiant queen of insects bow down at his feet.

Why can't Atticus flatter him, worship him, and treat him as his master like the other females?

The whip fell again.

One moment. Then another.

Whip at the same spot.

A strong stench of blood filled the air.

Atticus's body trembled slightly.

Cold sweat soaked his temples, trickled down his pale cheeks, and dripped onto the cold ground.

He gritted his teeth and endured the whipping, never begging for mercy.

The Insect King, panting, watched as his queenly robes, a symbol of supreme glory, were shattered, and as the shoulders and back of the woman who had once brought peace of mind to the masses were now covered with the hideous wounds inflicted by his own hand.

A twisted sense of pleasure surged up, briefly overwhelming the jealousy.

He felt satisfied and dropped the whip.

"Get out. I need to rest with my female servant; don't get in my way."

Atticus struggled to his feet.

He didn't even glance at the Insect King, straightened his back, and dragged his heavy body out of the palace step by step.

The bloodstains on the ground formed a broken line, and the palace servants hurriedly stepped forward to wipe them away, their hearts pounding with fear.

As the Insect King watched his disappearing figure, his pleasure quickly dissipated, leaving only a deeper sense of restlessness and emptiness.

Atticus's back remained straight, as if still mocking his incompetence.

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Atticus is pregnant.

He was very happy when he first heard the news, and he didn't even hit her during her pregnancy.

He so wished that he would lay a male egg.

He desperately wanted to see a young male insect legitimately succeed to the throne and become the de facto ruler of the empire.

However, Atticus laid a female egg.

The egg has fluorescent blue patterns, which means that the little female insect will most likely grow into a fluorescent blue butterfly.

A female insect, and another female insect.

He could not be the actual ruler of the empire, and even his descendants were female insects like Atticus.

He suddenly felt a strong aversion to the newly hatched egg.

The male father was to name the baby insect. He looked at the egg and deliberately said that since it was blue, it should be called Blue.

Then let Atticus take the egg and get out of there, away from him, so he never sees it again.

A prince of a nation would certainly be ridiculed for having such a perfunctory single-character name, but who cares? What he wants is for this little female insect to be ridiculed and looked down upon.