AB Chapter 28, Part 2
When the doctor strongly suggested that if they didn’t believe him, they could install surveillance cameras at home to observe just how a male bee behaved without the company of a plant-type partner, Michel twitched at the corners of his mouth and waved his hand in refusal. At that moment, Simon finally regained his rationality (more or less).
Without a word, he scooped Michel up like a child—one arm around his back, the other supporting his butt—and stood up, startling Michel.
“Simon?”
“Mm.”
With his antennae stiffened and not even the slightest twitch, the giant hornet turned back and gave the doctor a cold stare.
Michel thought he was about to start a fight and, panicking, quickly grabbed onto Simon’s antennae with both hands.
But the doctor didn’t mind. He sat on his desk, calmly sipping tea from his thermos. Seeing this scene, he put down his cup and mouthed to Michel:
“It’s fine—when a plant-type’s flower gets exposed, they always sulk a bit. He’ll be better tomorrow.”
“…………”
Michel looked speechlessly at Simon, thinking: What the hell, are you some freshly vaccinated Shiba Inu? You even hold grudges against the vet now?
Besides, I was the one here for a checkup. I’m the patient!
After glaring daggers at the doctor, Simon kept his face cold and aloof, maintaining his bristling—no, now armored—insect form, and stormed out of the hospital with his precious little flower in his arms.
Michel, being carried like that by another male and utterly losing his masculine dignity, thought: …F**k!
Simon tossed Michel onto the hotel bed, and his whole body bounced slightly on the soft mattress.
Then, in an icy voice, Simon called the hotel front desk to have food sent up, before sitting on the bed, completely silent and unmoving—like a boxer fresh off the ring, still stuck in his intense mental state, staring blankly at some point in the room.
It was a scary sight. Even more so for Michel, who was usually pampered by Simon.
He was angry.
He was suppressing it, trying to stay in control.
But was it necessary?
It was just a medical exam. Sure, the flower on his head was indeed a private part for plant-types… Michel glanced at the still-armored man and vaguely understood what the doctor meant by “possessive.”
This level of possessiveness was practically one of the seven deadly sins.
Michel thought about it, then shut his mouth as well, moving a little further away on the bed and keeping quiet, scrolling through his phone and chatting with Benny and Ceci.
Regarding the whole reproduction issue—he needed to think carefully about how to bring it up with Simon.
Time passed quietly. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.
It was probably the food delivery from the front desk. Michel was about to get up when Simon stood, creating a small rush of air, and walked to the door to open it.
Michel had to lie back down.
The delivery person was another alien species. She had two snail-like antennae and jelly-like skin that shimmered in the light, with not a single strand of hair on her body.
When the door opened, she politely smiled and looked up:
“Hello sir, here’s your—AHHHHHHHHH!”
Halfway through her sentence, she saw the male hornet in front of her and let out a high-pitched scream, immediately abandoning the food cart and running for her life.
She shouted, “It’s a Peipeijia star male bee! It’s a Peipeijia hornet!!”
Damn front desk! They didn’t tell her the guest was a terrifying male hornet from Planet Peipeijia!
The scream echoed through the entire hallway. In a flash, the Saxesy (Sak-Sesy) alien had disappeared down the emergency stairwell.
Some other guests, alarmed by the scream, peeked out to see what happened, but finding nothing, they just returned to their rooms.
Michel, who had been casually on his phone, was so startled he nearly jumped up. Just as he was recovering, he saw Simon push the food cart inside, place it before him, and then go back into “shutdown mode.”
Michel poked Simon’s stiff back, laughing: “What just happened?”
At first, Simon didn’t respond. Michel poked a little more before Simon finally answered,
“She was a Saxesy.”
“The screaming delivery lady?”
“Mm. They used to be one of our common prey. Young bees love eating them.”
“Uh…”
“Later, they declared their independence as a nation. Under interstellar law, we’re not allowed to eat them anymore.”
“……”
Seeing a natural predator at the door… no wonder she screamed like that.
So, male bees really do have a terrible reputation across the stars, huh… Michel glanced at Simon’s handsome profile and picked up a bowl of fruit salad from the cart. He forked two pieces into his mouth, then speared a halved cherry tomato and carried the salad bowl over to sit next to Simon, lifting the fork to his mouth.
Amber-brown eyes looked down at him.
“Here, eat something.” Michel nudged the tomato at his lips. “Don’t be mad.”
The hornet man stayed quiet for a moment, then opened his mouth and ate the tomato.
Michel smiled, continued munching on some apple slices, then offered him a strawberry.
One bite for you, one bite for me…
After finishing the fruit salad together, Simon’s little antennae finally began swaying gently, signaling that his mood had gone from stormy to clear.
Michel smiled, eyes curving, thinking: Haha, his reasons for getting mad are weird, but he’s easy to cheer up.
Seeing Simon in a better mood, Michel hesitated, then said,
“Simon, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”
Simon didn’t say anything, just nodded.
Michel said, “It’s like this—I don’t want to have kids so soon.”
Simon’s slightly swaying antennae stopped abruptly.
Michel saw it and softened his tone, explaining,
“I didn’t grow up on Peipeijia. I lived on Earth and always thought of myself as a normal human. There are still things I need to adapt to and accept. At least when it comes to pregnancy… that’s just too big a challenge for me.”
Simon chewed and swallowed what was in his mouth, then gave a quiet “mm,” not explicitly agreeing or disagreeing.
Michel added,
“Legally, we’re partners. Emotionally… we do like each other. We can do all the things couples do—kissing, living together, having sex… but when it comes to that, I need more time.”
He looked at Simon.
Simon looked back.
Alien eyes. Unfamiliar emotions. And in their gazes, a shared understanding and tenderness—intimate and accepting.
Michel gently placed his hand on Simon’s leg and swallowed hard.
“We can do some… intimate things. But you have to promise me one thing—”
“Con-doms.”
His voice was dry, his eyes fixed on Simon as he said firmly:
“You have to wear one! Promise me!”
Simon looked surprised, a trace of reluctance in his eyes—but it quickly faded.
“…Okay.”
Faced with his beloved plant-type partner, a male bee simply couldn’t say no. Though not thrilled, he nodded.
“Thank you for considering me, Simon.”
Michel finally smiled in relief.
Sex, after all, can mean a lot—or cause a lot of issues—in a relationship.
He didn’t want problems to arise between him and Simon.
After all, they’d just entered the “in love” stage.
As for babies—he’d delay that as long as he could.
“Since you’ve agreed, then…”
Michel set down the salad bowl, stepped barefoot onto the rug at the edge of the bed, walked to the nightstand, squatted down, and tried to open the drawer to see if this hotel—like most—kept those kinds of things inside.
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