Chapter 62.3
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“Xi–xiao-Ci?” Wei Zhuo has noticed the strange fixation Cheng Zhaoci’s eyes have on him; he looks like he is trying to tear a chunk of flesh right out of him.
“What was I to do?” Asks the crying Cheng Zhaoci, who immediately leans down to plant a fierce kiss on Wei Zhuo. He’s snapped. Generally, males in the heat of Awakening don’t have much rationale remaining. He’s at his limits already.
All the unnecessary baggage concealing the goods have been peeled away. Shemales have physique that are perfectly sculpted like statues, and holding immense power. The strength that lives up to the name ‘war machine’ is there.
Though right now, the war machine is pushed dead on the ground, not daring to resist; trembling.
[Please refrain from violence!] The damned AI is here to ruin the day.
Cheng Zhaoci has veins bulging on his forehead. He lets go of Wei Zhuo a little, to loudly lambaste the artificial stupidity, “no way you have no idea what we’re actually doing right now!”
The AI goes quiet for a few seconds, before dimming the lights to a deep crimson. The atmosphere turns erotic.
His libido in full swing, Cheng Zhaoci’s male pheromones are blasting out all over the place; Cheng Zhaoci thinks it’s probably the case that only shemales and demis can sense them, because Cheng Zhaoci can’t smell it at all. Meanwhile, Wei Zhuo, who is finally sitting up straight, has rather glassy eyes.
Though he still has his wits with him, “xiao-Ci, it’s cold here. Let’s go to the room.”
Cheng Zhaoci doesn’t answer. Wei Zhuo tries getting up and hustling Cheng Zhaoci along to the room. Cheng Zhaoci doesn’t struggle, but the moment they’re in the room, he pushes Wei Zhuo onto the water bed. Wei Zhuo’s strength is sapped, it appears.
Then Cheng Zhaoci lifts Wei Zhuo’s head up by the jaw, forcing him to look up, and kisses him.
The bed shakes and buckles, creating strange shadows in the alluring colours.
There is a moment, when Wei Zhuo’s eyes glaze over the lights of the room, and looks down onto the visual disaster area that is the bright pink bed, while Cheng Zhaoci has his hands running about Wei Zhuo’s firm back msucles.
Still clearly distraught that he angered Cheng Zhaoci to the point of tears, he goes, “I’m sor-ugh! Sorry, I…” which is interrupted once more by rather forceful action on Cheng Zhaoci’s part, stopping his words entirely.
Males are definitely worthless in a fight, but in some other kind of fight, they’ve got a real natural talent. Especially if their aptitude is grade S.
There is another moment, when Wei Zhuo’s upper body is squeezed to the wall, while Cheng Zhaoci is hugging him from behind.
Wei Zhuo knows his mind is muddled. Wave after wave of heat is rolling him over. He has never been at the mercy of another like this, entirely without any more self-control. Bad enough that he is blabbering, “xiongzhu! Please! I can’t! Argh! W-wait!”
Unfortunately for him, the current Cheng Zhaoci is the crazed Cheng Zhaoci. His generally mature and considerate nature has vanished off somewhere; Wei Zhuo’s predicament only seems to excite him even further.
He wants to be more forceful, act more severely towards him.
During their cooperative movements, Cheng Zhaoci can feel the pain in his head alleviating, gradually replaced by that final feeling of release and euphoria at the final moments of the aptitude test on his birthday.
In the end, all the stuff Bai Jun diligently prepared saw no action. His own body was all that Cheng Zhaoci needed.
Males awaken for about three days in general, during which sustenance is still required, but the special circumstances mean they usually make do with specialised nutrient pastes.
After the third day, Cheng Zhaoci wakes up energised and relieved. The big mess they made about the room has already been cleaned up by the robots. Then Cheng Zhaoci’s mind starts recalling the recent events, and his face turns beet red. Kuhum, he sure was being rather barbaric.
Then he realises Wei Zhuo isn’t here.
“Where’s Wei-ge?” He asks, hoping the artificial stupidity wouldn’t be too stupid and fail to answer.
[Group Captain Wei departed this morning. For defying standing orders and sortieing without permission, he has been suspended indefinitely pending investigation. Currently, he is in solitary confinement] The AI explains, and also adds in the end, [Don’t worry. You won’t be placed in solitary confinement]
“Suspension pending investigation?”
[Yes. His actions had widespread impact and consequences. There wasn’t material loss, but it was clear there was a dereliction of duty. This is what Grand Marshal Lu Yao said]
Cheng Zhaoci furrows his brows, “but Wei-ge, he just went through, kuhum, that. Is he going to be alright?”
[Please do not underestimate the physical capabilities of a grade S shemale. He may be affected when pheromones were in play, but the actual deed itself gives him about as much exhaustion as he has when he finishes a training session]
Which means, Cheng Zhaoci’s imagination of him being too tired to even get off bed or sit down stays a fantasy. Honestly, he’s a little bit sad.
That said, “can I go see Wei-ge?”
[I’m afraid no. Visits are banned during his confinement. The Grand Marshal said this as well]
“Grand Marshal Lu is here?”
[He is]
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“Xi–xiao-Ci?” Wei Zhuo has noticed the strange fixation Cheng Zhaoci’s eyes have on him; he looks like he is trying to tear a chunk of flesh right out of him.
“What was I to do?” Asks the crying Cheng Zhaoci, who immediately leans down to plant a fierce kiss on Wei Zhuo. He’s snapped. Generally, males in the heat of Awakening don’t have much rationale remaining. He’s at his limits already.
All the unnecessary baggage concealing the goods have been peeled away. Shemales have physique that are perfectly sculpted like statues, and holding immense power. The strength that lives up to the name ‘war machine’ is there.
Though right now, the war machine is pushed dead on the ground, not daring to resist; trembling.
[Please refrain from violence!] The damned AI is here to ruin the day.
Cheng Zhaoci has veins bulging on his forehead. He lets go of Wei Zhuo a little, to loudly lambaste the artificial stupidity, “no way you have no idea what we’re actually doing right now!”
The AI goes quiet for a few seconds, before dimming the lights to a deep crimson. The atmosphere turns erotic.
His libido in full swing, Cheng Zhaoci’s male pheromones are blasting out all over the place; Cheng Zhaoci thinks it’s probably the case that only shemales and demis can sense them, because Cheng Zhaoci can’t smell it at all. Meanwhile, Wei Zhuo, who is finally sitting up straight, has rather glassy eyes.
Though he still has his wits with him, “xiao-Ci, it’s cold here. Let’s go to the room.”
Cheng Zhaoci doesn’t answer. Wei Zhuo tries getting up and hustling Cheng Zhaoci along to the room. Cheng Zhaoci doesn’t struggle, but the moment they’re in the room, he pushes Wei Zhuo onto the water bed. Wei Zhuo’s strength is sapped, it appears.
Then Cheng Zhaoci lifts Wei Zhuo’s head up by the jaw, forcing him to look up, and kisses him.
The bed shakes and buckles, creating strange shadows in the alluring colours.
There is a moment, when Wei Zhuo’s eyes glaze over the lights of the room, and looks down onto the visual disaster area that is the bright pink bed, while Cheng Zhaoci has his hands running about Wei Zhuo’s firm back msucles.
Still clearly distraught that he angered Cheng Zhaoci to the point of tears, he goes, “I’m sor-ugh! Sorry, I…” which is interrupted once more by rather forceful action on Cheng Zhaoci’s part, stopping his words entirely.
Males are definitely worthless in a fight, but in some other kind of fight, they’ve got a real natural talent. Especially if their aptitude is grade S.
There is another moment, when Wei Zhuo’s upper body is squeezed to the wall, while Cheng Zhaoci is hugging him from behind.
Wei Zhuo knows his mind is muddled. Wave after wave of heat is rolling him over. He has never been at the mercy of another like this, entirely without any more self-control. Bad enough that he is blabbering, “xiongzhu! Please! I can’t! Argh! W-wait!”
Unfortunately for him, the current Cheng Zhaoci is the crazed Cheng Zhaoci. His generally mature and considerate nature has vanished off somewhere; Wei Zhuo’s predicament only seems to excite him even further.
He wants to be more forceful, act more severely towards him.
During their cooperative movements, Cheng Zhaoci can feel the pain in his head alleviating, gradually replaced by that final feeling of release and euphoria at the final moments of the aptitude test on his birthday.
In the end, all the stuff Bai Jun diligently prepared saw no action. His own body was all that Cheng Zhaoci needed.
Males awaken for about three days in general, during which sustenance is still required, but the special circumstances mean they usually make do with specialised nutrient pastes.
After the third day, Cheng Zhaoci wakes up energised and relieved. The big mess they made about the room has already been cleaned up by the robots. Then Cheng Zhaoci’s mind starts recalling the recent events, and his face turns beet red. Kuhum, he sure was being rather barbaric.
Then he realises Wei Zhuo isn’t here.
“Where’s Wei-ge?” He asks, hoping the artificial stupidity wouldn’t be too stupid and fail to answer.
[Group Captain Wei departed this morning. For defying standing orders and sortieing without permission, he has been suspended indefinitely pending investigation. Currently, he is in solitary confinement] The AI explains, and also adds in the end, [Don’t worry. You won’t be placed in solitary confinement]
“Suspension pending investigation?”
[Yes. His actions had widespread impact and consequences. There wasn’t material loss, but it was clear there was a dereliction of duty. This is what Grand Marshal Lu Yao said]
Cheng Zhaoci furrows his brows, “but Wei-ge, he just went through, kuhum, that. Is he going to be alright?”
[Please do not underestimate the physical capabilities of a grade S shemale. He may be affected when pheromones were in play, but the actual deed itself gives him about as much exhaustion as he has when he finishes a training session]
Which means, Cheng Zhaoci’s imagination of him being too tired to even get off bed or sit down stays a fantasy. Honestly, he’s a little bit sad.
That said, “can I go see Wei-ge?”
[I’m afraid no. Visits are banned during his confinement. The Grand Marshal said this as well]
“Grand Marshal Lu is here?”
[He is]
Xixiao-Ci? Wei Zhuo has noticed the strange fixation Cheng Zhaoci's eyes have on him; he looks like he is trying to tear a chunk of flesh right out of him.What was I to do? Asks the crying Cheng Zhaoci, who immediately leans down to plant a fierce kiss on Wei Zhuo. He's snapped. Generally, males in the heat of Awakening don't have much rationale remaining. He's at his limits already.All the unnecessary baggage concealing the goods have been peeled away. Shemales have physique that are perfectly sculpted like statues, and holding immense power. The strength that lives up to the name war machine' is there.Though right now, the war machine is pushed dead on the ground, not daring to resist; trembling.Please refrain from violence! The damned AI is here to ruin the day.Cheng Zhaoci has veins bulging on his forehead. He lets go of Wei Zhuo a little, to loudly lambaste the artificial stupidity, no way you have no idea what we're actually doing right now!The AI goes quiet for a few seconds, before dimming the lights to a deep crimson. The atmosphere turns erotic.His libido in full swing, Cheng Zhaoci's male pheromones are blasting out all over the place; Cheng Zhaoci thinks it's probably the case that only shemales and demis can sense them, because Cheng Zhaoci can't smell it at all. Meanwhile, Wei Zhuo, who is finally sitting up straight, has rather glassy eyes.Though he still has his wits with him, xiao-Ci, it's cold here. Let's go to the room.Cheng Zhaoci doesn't answer. Wei Zhuo tries getting up and hustling Cheng Zhaoci along to the room. Cheng Zhaoci doesn't struggle, but the moment they're in the room, he pushes Wei Zhuo onto the water bed. Wei Zhuo's strength is sapped, it appears.Then Cheng Zhaoci lifts Wei Zhuo's head up by the jaw, forcing him to look up, and kisses him.The bed shakes and buckles, creating strange shadows in the alluring colours.There is a moment, when Wei Zhuo's eyes glaze over the lights of the room, and looks down onto the visual disaster area that is the bright pink bed, while Cheng Zhaoci has his hands running about Wei Zhuo's firm back msucles.Still clearly distraught that he angered Cheng Zhaoci to the point of tears, he goes, I'm sor-ugh! Sorry, I which is interrupted once more by rather forceful action on Cheng Zhaoci's part, stopping his words entirely.Males are definitely worthless in a fight, but in some other kind offight, they've got a real natural talent. Especially if their aptitude is grade S.There is another moment, when Wei Zhuo's upper body is squeezed to the wall, while Cheng Zhaoci is hugging him from behind.Wei Zhuo knows his mind is muddled. Wave after wave of heat is rolling him over. He has never been at the mercy of another like this, entirely without any more self-control. Bad enough that he is blabbering, xiongzhu! Please! I can't! Argh! W-wait!Unfortunately for him, the current Cheng Zhaoci is the crazed Cheng Zhaoci. His generally mature and considerate nature has vanished off somewhere; Wei Zhuo's predicament only seems to excite him even further.He wants to be more forceful, act more severely towards him.During their cooperative movements, Cheng Zhaoci can feel the pain in his head alleviating, gradually replaced by that final feeling of release and euphoria at the final moments of the aptitude test on his birthday.In the end, all the stuff Bai Jun diligently prepared saw no action. His own body was all that Cheng Zhaoci needed.Males awaken for about three days in general, during which sustenance is still required, but the special circumstances mean they usually make do with specialised nutrient pastes.After the third day, Cheng Zhaoci wakes up energised and relieved. The big mess they made about the room has already been cleaned up by the robots. Then Cheng Zhaoci's mind starts recalling the recent events, and his face turns beet red. Kuhum, he sure was being rather barbaric.Then he realises Wei Zhuo isn't here.Where's Wei-ge? He asks, hoping the artificial stupidity wouldn't be too stupid and fail to answer.Group Captain Wei departed this morning. For defying standing orders and sortieing without permission, he has been suspended indefinitely pending investigation. Currently, he is in solitary confinement The AI explains, and also adds in the end, Don't worry. You won't be placed in solitary confinementSuspension pending investigation?Yes. His actions had widespread impact and consequences. There wasn't material loss, but it was clear there was a dereliction of duty. This is what Grand Marshal Lu Yao saidCheng Zhaoci furrows his brows, but Wei-ge, he just went through, kuhum,that. Is he going to be alright?Please do not underestimate the physical capabilities of a grade S shemale. He may be affected when pheromones were in play, but the actual deed itself gives him about as much exhaustion as he has when he finishes a training sessionWhich means, Cheng Zhaoci's imagination of him being too tired to even get off bed or sit down stays a fantasy. Honestly, he's a little bit sad.That said, can I go see Wei-ge?I'm afraid no. Visits are banned during his confinement. The Grand Marshal said this as wellGrand Marshal Lu is here?He is
