Z:IGSG -- Chapter 3

 Chapter 3 - Appease

A male zerg?

Grant's eyes, red from a psychic storm, swept over the zerg's flawlessly handsome, sharply defined features, then over his simple, plain clothing.

On the home planet, he was a highly sought-after noble military female, with unlimited potential for the future. Having fought across the stars for years, he had encountered countless male zergs, yet never one like this before him.

He bore none of the arrogance males typically directed at females, nor the timid restraint lower-class zergs showed nobility. Not a trace of the pampered delicacy or primness of those who had been raised in luxury.

Unlike the smile on his face, those jet-black eyes were cold and detached, radiating a contradictory allure that momentarily held Grant's gaze captive.

Back on the home planet, this male zerg's looks alone would likely have earned him the attraction of countless female zergs.

Grant sneered coldly, "Bao, your 'kindness' is truly endless. Let me guess, if this one doesn't work out, will be another male zerg waiting for me?"

The collapsed Governor Bao, sprawled on the ground, had no idea who this suddenly appeared male zerg was. However, he knew if he wanted to survive, he had to cling desperately to this lifeline. "General, there was a mistake just now! I would never dare to deceive you!"

He Lin took another step forward, ignoring the gun barrel aimed at him. 

"Halt!" Grant warned in a hoarse voice.

"General Grant, the priority now isn't assigning blame, but resolving your situation," He Lin murmured. "Give me a chance to placate you."

Grant snorted, a trace of scorn flickering across his face. "You? Don't you know how many male zergs have been crushed into useless husks due to my psychic powers? Do you really think that just because you have a pretty face and can say a few nice words, everything will be fine?"

He Lin's eyebrows twitched slightly. It seemed his looks were having some effect on Grant after all. "General, I am well aware of how powerful your psychic abilities. Your distrust is entirely justified. However..."

He glanced at the unconscious zergs surrounding them. "Things couldn't possibly get worse now. Let me try. If I fail, you can do whatever you want with me, how about that?" 

After saying this, he stood silently in place, waiting for the military female to make a decision.

 The corridor was plunged into a deathly silence, only Grant's heavy, pain-filled breaths echoing through the air.

After a moment, his gun-wielding hand slowly dropped.

No matter how much he tried to be strong, he was still a female zerg at heart, his genes etched with an unyielding desire for the male. The agony of his mental turmoil had tormented him for far too long. Countless male zergs had tried to soothe him, yet their efforts proved less effective than the cheapest suppressants in the hospital.

Grant had even wondered if his fate was predestined to lead him toward a distorted and a broken end.

But now, a male zerg, unaware of the dangers, had appeared saying he wanted to soothe him.

A few seconds of silence stretched into what felt like an eternity. Finally, Grant's Adams apple bobbed, "...Come here."

--

He Lin followed Grant into the lounge.

The lounge was spacious, yet surprisingly simply furnished, a stark contrast to the opulence outside. It seemed the style had been changed to suit the general's preferences.

Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the jagged metal structures of Blackstone Starport's central district were visible, along with the ceaseless flickering of navigation lights in the docking bay.

Grant stopped before the lounge sofa, his back to He Lin. One hand braces against the sofa's backrest, his knuckles white from the pressure. Beneath his deep blue uniform, his muscles strained violently beneath the suppressed agony.

"Close the door," he commanded.

He Lin, following instructions, presses the switch beside the door, and the heavy alloy door silently closed. 

Then, he steps forward, his footsteps making almost no sound on the soft carpet.

As the distance closed, the oppressive force emanating from the S-class female zerg's chaotic psychic energy grew more palpable and terrifying.

Just as Grant excepts He Lin to release psychic energy to begin soothing him, the male zerg murmurs softly behind him, "Please turn around General Grant."

Grant snaps impatiently, "Can't you just get on with it?"

"Please face me directly," He Lin insisted.

Grant tsk's, but finally turning around as instructed.

His crimson iris's were as hot as molten lava, his face was pale, and the veins on his bulging on his forehead-- clearly he was at the end of his rope.

But the impossibly handsome male zerg in front of him simply smiled at his disheveled appearance.

The next moment, Grant's waist was seized, and soft lips pressed against his.

His pupils contracted sharply. His arms shot up, clamping around He Lin's throat. "What are you doing?!" he angrily says.

He Lin, despite being choked, is showing no panic on his face. He forces out a few words with difficulty, "General, there's no need to panic..."

"Damn it! Is this your idea of comfort?!" Grant's face alternated between pale and crimson, though it did show more color than the deathly pallor of moments before.

As a noble female zerg, bound by countless rules, he naturally couldn't be overly intimate with unfamiliar male zergs. Theoretically, even mental comforting shouldn't occur. Grant's situation was special; most male zergs couldn't even get close to him, which is why an exception was made to select several male zergs to attempt at providing him mental comfort.

Those incompetent failures, however, couldn't even get close enough to kiss him. Merely releasing their mental power and then fainted and collapsed.

Yet now, this lower- class male zerg had embraced him and kissed his lips. "Get out!" Grant felt that He Lin was treating him like some promiscuous female zerg who'd spread his legs for anyone. In truth, his mental power issues had indeed led to such misunderstandings over the year. Rage made his entire body tremble. "Get out!"

He Lin seized Grant's wrist and only when Grant's grip loosened slightly did he continue speaking, "Trust me, General, only this way can you relax and receive my comfort in the best state."

He pauses before adding, "You've been far too tense during previous soothing sessions. Your mental sea mistook the incoming psychic energy as hostile, leading to mutual destruction. My kiss is merely to ease your tension..." 

His voice is deep, as if carrying some kind of enchantment. This lake in his eyes seem to ripple slightly, and the faint smile and his handsome face so close to him made Grant's heart pound for some reason.

He slowly loosens his grip on He Lin's throat, a sudden fear welling up that made him avoid eye contact. He turned his face away, but his chin was grasped and turned back.

The male zerg's kiss, carrying a clean and cool scent, covered him again. Grant felt absurdity surge through him. He didn't believe a word of He Lin's earlier explanation, yet under the other's guidance his lips parted slowly. 

He should be wary, should resist, should reject this sudden intimacy from this strange male zerg. 

Reason told him what he should do, but Grant's body, long yearning for comfort, had already opened itself to the male zerg.

Their breathing grew heavy and hot, the arms around his waist tightening slowly.

Before he knew it, they had fallen together onto the soft sofa, locked in a passionate kiss.

Muffled moans escaped Grant intermittently as he gazed through narrowed eyes at the dark-haired youth atop him. At last, he understood why they said handsome male zergs were always trouble.

Just like now, reason was telling Grant he should push away this bold, brazen male who spoke nothing but nonsense, punish his insolence with the harshest means. To make this male zerg understand why Grant was an Imperial Admiral, the head of the Grant family-- not some toy for males to pick and choose at will.

But the arm around his waist seemed imbued with some sorcery, pinning him firmly between the male's embrace and the soft sofa. Grant's body grew hotter by the second. The pain from his psychic storm was still present, but now it seemed insignificant. 

"General."

After the kiss, He Lin's fingers gently traced Grant's slightly swollen lips, a faint smile touching his face. "Are you feeling better?"

Grant glared at him, his chest heaving.

His pride prevented him from admitting it, but the truth was, this male zerg had actually managed to alleviate most of his pain without releasing any mental energy. Grant says coldly, "This effect is only temporary."

"Indeed." He Lin doesn't deny Grant's words.

He lowers his head and kisses Grant's neck.

Grant's body tenses abruptly. He clearly felt the male zerg's warm breath on on his neck, sending a subtle shiver through him.

The next second, he felt a mental force approaching his raging mental sea.

That psychic force was gentle and soothing, like a mountain spring, silently nourishing his parched, aching nerves. It split into countless fine threads, descending like a dense spring rain within his boiling, magma-like mental sea.

Grant felt an unprecedented wave of comfort spreading from the core of his mental sea, swiftly engulfing his entire being. The tormenting agony that had plagued him for thousands of days and nights gradually receded under the ceaseless nourishment of this force.

"Mmm..."

A low moan escapes his throat, no longer one of agony but a sigh of long-awaited fulfillment. A long-forgotten laziness envelopes him, tempting him to drift into a deep slumber within this warm, nurturing sea of energy.

He Lin senses Grant's change in behavior. Turning his head, he places a kiss upon the golden-haired military female's ear, as if treating a cherished lover.

He Lin, in his original B-rank form, was incapable of soothing such profound anguish. But He Lin, as a high-ranking official of the Time-Space Administration, possessed immense psychic power and energy—enough to successfully erase the pain from this female zerg.

As for the kiss and the relaxation? Naturally, those were all excuses he’d made up on the spot.

He Lin had instantly understood this mission target's stubborn nature all too well. He knew Grant craved a male zerg yet resisted it, yearned to be comforted and satisfied yet refused to abandon his pride and kneel at a male zerg's feet.

That was why He Lin held Grant close, entwining their tongues in a kiss, then soothed him with psychic energy. This allowed the military female to develop an initial dependence on him, both physically and emotionally.

Sometimes, when dealing with such a formidable opponent, one must be even tougher than he is to achieve the best results.

The formidable body in his arms no longer held its initial stiffness and tension. Instead, it nestled slightly closer, carrying a hint of longing.

Within the restroom, the violent, chaotic mental pressure had vanished entirely, replaced by a comfortable tranquility.

Moments later, He Lin murmured, “General, do you want more?”

Grant, nestled against the male zerg's chest, lazily narrowed his eyes, about to speak, when a thunderous crash erupted unexpectedly from outside the door.

“BANG!!!”

The heavy alloy door was violently kicked open. Several fully armed, uniformed military females stormed in—none other than Grant's personal guards. Their faces bore urgency and vigilance, followed by a sub-female in a white lab coat.

The leading military female exclaimed anxiously, "General! Are you all right?! We received word that your psychic energy has surged again..."

His voice abruptly halted upon seeing the scene inside the lounge.

There, their mighty and cold-hearted general, who seemed like a god of war, was pinned down on the wide sofa in an extremely intimate and protective pose by a handsome, unfamiliar male zerg wearing a white shirt.

The general's deep blue military coat lay disheveled, golden strands of hair scattered across his forehead. His towering frame was nearly submerged within the male zerg's embrace. The male's arms clasped tightly around the general's waist, while the general's own hands rested on the side of the male's neck. His lips were still swollen and red. Any zerg with eyes could tell what had just transpired in this lounge.

The bodyguards were utterly dumbfounded.

The legendary General Grant—said to be too formidable for any male zerg to comfort—now lay so submissively in the embrace of a male zerg!

Grant, who had intended to continue his intimacy with He Lin, was abruptly interrupted. Rage mingled with the shame of having his privacy exposed by subordinates erupted: "Who let you in! Get out now!"

The guards snapped back to their senses, shoving each other as they scrambled to leave.

He Lin smiled at the scene and gently released his embrace around Grant.

“General,” he said, “may I ask if I have now proven my worth?”