Yael looked up at him in shock, wondering how that word could even apply to the female insect covered in blood and wounds.
Anger arose from the bottom of his heart, and he said coldly, "He is not a tool I picked up and brought home to vent my lust on!"
"He's already heavily injured enough as it is...!"
The handsome male insect on the screen had a look of disbelief on his face, and fresh anger danced in his dark eyes. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not a beast!"
"Don't be angry, sir."
Hughes' tone softened. "I'm sorry, it's just a routine reminder. The female insect's injury will take about a year or so to heal. Please be more accommodating towards his needs. Call me anytime if you need something."
With a click, the communication ended.
Yael felt a headache when he saw the mess on the floor, but the most urgent thing was to settle the female insect first, "015, help me move him to the bathroom."
He was answered by a flurry of crackling sounds. Looking back, Yael saw that the screen of the shabby little robot housekeeper was dim, displaying the words "Only 1% battery left, about to shut down automatically."
"… Let me help you charge first."
Yael suppressed a sigh, pushed 015 to the corner of the living room and plugged it in.
He gathered up all the medicine bottles that had rolled on the ground and stuffed them into the medicine box. He hastily cleared a path for walking, and then looked at the female insect on the ground.
"Damn it, I can't carry you by myself."
Yael murmured, thought for a moment, and walked to the female insect's head. He put one hand under his neck, put the other hand around his shoulders, lifted him up and held him in his arms.
The female insect's body is broad and strong, but unfortunately his beauty is riddled with numerous scars. Large areas of his beautiful back muscles are almost rotting, and when you touch it, you can feel wetness, which is multiple layers of cold sweat, blood and tissue fluid.
The overly hot temperature burned through the palms of his hands and all the way to the tip of his heart, bringing a strange numbing feeling. Yael's heart pounded and he forced himself to divert his attention.
He put his hands under the female insect's armpits and dragged him into the bathroom with great effort.
"…"
There was no bathtub or blanket in the bathroom, so the female insect had to lie on the cold tiles temporarily. It must have been very uncomfortable to be both cold and hot. The female insect twitched unconsciously and curled up slightly.
Aside from the experience of seeing the oversized female insect sleeping on a comparatively tiny sofa, Yael felt the smallness of his home for the second time.
The female insect on the ground was tall and strong, with long limbs. He was estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall. Even in a curled-up position, he occupied most of the space in this small bathroom , Yael felt like he had captured and brought home a strong stag instead of a female insect.
Yael took the shower head in his hand and turned on the hot water.
The old water heater made a rumbling sound. While waiting for the water to heat up, 015 barely charged itself to 10% before running over to carefully pry open the door frame.
"Do you need any help?"
The young man had a slender figure, and he looked out of place standing in the small and shabby bathroom.
Things happened so hurriedly that he had not yet taken off his black coat to keep out the snow. He just rolled up his sleeves to his elbows for convenience. The blue veins on the back of his pale hand were faintly visible as he tested the water temperature, making him look capable and neat.
"Go back and charge. You can't help me here." Yael said without turning his head. "After charging, please clean up the living room."
015 responded obediently. The last thing he saw before closing the door was Yael holding a shower head and soaking the female insect on the ground from head to toe.
"Wow——"
Mist rose along with the flowing water, and the layers of solidified blood were washed away, melting in the hot water and flowing into the sewer.
The female insect was becoming clean at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a marble statue being dusted off.
The water level of the shower was adjusted to a very low level, but it was still too irritating for the wounds. Yael did not dare to let the back of the female insect, which was most seriously injured, touch the water directly, so he had to keep washing her limbs, waist and abdomen.
The warm water slowly softened the honey-colored skin, and the extremely tense muscles gradually became soft.
The female insect's strong thighs were no longer curled up to protect his waist and abdomen, and he lay on the floor like a beautiful merman asleep on the coast.
Yael turned off the shower, took off his coat and hung it on a clothe hook, rolled up his trouser legs, half squatted down, and poured some sterilizing agent into his hands.
The slightly cool liquid flowed through the palms and fingers, dripping onto the female insect's skin, causing a patch of goosebumps to appear.
He stroked the female insect's body quickly and lightly, removing the blood clots that could not be washed away from the wound and rubbing off the remaining stains on the skin.
Bathing the female insect was similar to holding down a puppy to give him a bath. Although it was equally tricky, at least the female insect would not struggle hard or shake his fur and get water all over him.
The fingers moved down along the tight and neat lines, and the base of the thumb just caught the nipple, and then went further down... it was covered in the shadow, completely defenseless.
Yael paused for a moment, not sure whether it would be better for him to emotionlessly clean that place or to avoid suspicion and just rinse it casually.
"Ugh..."
He paused too long, and the temperature of the last round of hot water had cooled. The female insect under his hand shuddered, and a vague moan escaped from his lips, and his tightly closed eyelids trembled uneasily.
Yael quickly took the shower head and wet the female insect again.
"Ahem…don't…"
A hoarse and cracked whisper suddenly sounded. The female insect had woken up and slowly raised one arm to block the water flow, his movements somewhat panicky.
"Are you awake?"
Yael moved the shower head away and observed him cautiously, with one hand already on the door handle, ready to flee at any time, "Are you sane now?"
The female insect did not move or speak anymore. His wet white hair covered her face. He pressed her lowered forehead against the bathroom floor as he gasped. His strong, bulging back muscles rose and fell like a silent, breathing mountain.
…This is not right.
Everything is wrong.
Caesar breathed heavily and used all his strength to control the trembling of his body.
He had woken up and realized that he was lying on the floor, his body pressed against the hard, slippery tiles, but he didn't feel cold.
When he first woke up, he thought that another bucket of icy water would be soon poured over him, but before his body could tense up, it was soaked in warm water to make him feel comfortable and relaxed.