After Rebirth, the Male Zerg Escaped the Marriage Chapter 35

Although hundreds of years of reform have led to a relatively equal status between female and male insects, this does not include female slaves. If female nobles and female attendants can still go out to work after marriage, retaining the most basic freedoms and rights of a higher life, then female slaves are merely the private property of their male masters. Without the male master's permission, female slaves cannot work outside, nor can they even walk upright; they are no different from mere objects.

If they happen to encounter a particularly perverted male insect, it’s not uncommon for them to be played to death or left severely injured. After all, female slaves are the property of their male masters, who bear no legal responsibility for such outcomes.

Although the marriage law still retains the system of female slaves, as time goes on, fewer and fewer female insects are willing to become female slaves. Unless they are truly impoverished to the point of desperation or have committed a serious crime and are punished by being enslaved, the vast majority of female insects would rather remain single than become female slaves.

It’s worth mentioning that when Kàngnà saved Jiālèrt, the female insect had actively offered to become his female slave, but he had firmly refused.

Now that he thinks about it, he can only sum it up in two words: regret!

Kàngnà half-squatted down, extending his slender fingers to gently lift Jiālèrt's chin: “When I saved you before, didn’t you say you were willing to be my female slave? Have you forgotten?”

The male insect didn’t exert much force; with just a slight movement, he could have freed himself, but Jiālèrt didn’t dare to move at all. He could only stiffen his neck and push his chin toward Kàngnà’s hand.

“No, Jiālèrt remembers.”

The female insect’s throat tightened, and two streams of clear tears flowed down from his swollen, bloodshot eyes. He would never forget that day.

He was born in a slum, and his female father passed away when he was just a teenager. Fortunately, his rank was relatively high, and through hard work and a bit of luck, he managed to get into the military department and graduated early to become a second lieutenant, finally escaping the disease, violence, and death that filled the slums.

He originally thought that his future would be smooth sailing, but unexpectedly, less than a month after joining the military, he encountered a few drunken male insects on his way home from work, one of whom was a noble-born male insect of high status.

The noble male insect took a liking to him and insisted on taking him home to be a female slave. Of course, he was unwilling, and they ended up pulling and tugging in the street, which attracted the attention of the Male Protection Association.

Just as the Male Protection Association’s workers were about to force him to sign the female slave agreement, a handsome male insect in a white suit suddenly walked over and said to the Male Protection Association, “This is my fiancé. If you don’t leave, I’ll file a complaint.”

The noble male insect was an S-rank male insect, while the noble-born male insect was only a B-rank, so he didn’t dare to confront him directly and could only leave in frustration.

He watched as the young male insect walked step by step toward him, extending his palm with a gentle voice and a smile in his eyes: “Are you okay? Let me help you up?”

The soft starlight illuminated the young male insect’s delicate and fair face, making his exquisite features seem to shimmer with a golden edge.

He couldn’t help but be mesmerized, and after a long while, he turned his head back, getting up from the ground and kneeling on one knee to solemnly thank the male insect for saving his life.

One must repay kindness, a principle even the insects from the slums understand, but he couldn’t think of how to repay the male insect’s great kindness, except with his own body, which was still barely usable.

So he told the young male insect that he was willing to be his female slave.

However, the young male insect gently but firmly refused him and took him home, preparing a lavish dinner for him. Later, they fell in love and got married, and he silently promised to protect the male insect for a lifetime.

But now, his male master didn’t want him anymore; he had lost his male master.

Jiālèrt looked up, staring blankly at the cold-faced male insect, the words Kàngnà had said about him becoming a female slave echoing in his ears.

If it were any other male insect asking him to be a female slave, he would definitely rather die than agree. But if it was his male master…

Jiālèrt slowly closed his eyes, two drops of tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes as he bowed down and knocked his head on the ground: “Jiālèrt… is willing.”

Hearing the female insect’s painful and hoarse voice, Kàngnà inexplicably felt a surge of twisted anger.

Clearly, it was Jiālèrt who was clinging to him and playing the martyr, putting on such a wronged act for whom? As if he were a heartless tyrant forcing the innocent into prostitution.

But on the other hand, Jiālèrt actually agreeing to be his female slave was indeed unexpected. After all, female slaves have no basic rights, and even female insects from common families disdain becoming female slaves, let alone Jiālèrt, a military marshal.

This female insect was actually willing to sacrifice so much just to bring him back? This was not in line with his refined self-interest.

Kàngnà’s gaze circled around Jiālèrt’s back but found no flaws.

He gritted his teeth in frustration.

Keep pretending, he wanted to see just how far this female insect could go with the act.

Kàngnà opened his smart brain, pulled up the marriage system, and presented it to Jiālèrt: “Then you can sign this.”

Jiālèrt opened his eyes, slowly raised his head, and looked at the female slave agreement on the smart brain screen, cautiously asking, “If I sign this, will you let me in?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Jiālèrt forced a bitter smile and reached out, trembling as he wrote his name on the screen.

With a ding, the certification was approved, and Jiālèrt officially transformed from a female noble into a female slave.

“Male master.”

Jiālèrt looked at Kàngnà with anticipation, trying to gain some comfort from the male insect, but Kàngnà had already stepped past him and entered the house first.

“Go wash up in the bathroom and change your clothes; you smell terrible.”

Jiālèrt’s expression darkened, and he softly responded, kneeling and crawling toward the bathroom.

Without the male master’s command, a female slave cannot stand up.

Kàngnà looked down at Jiālèrt crawling into the bathroom before returning to the living room to sit down.

“Wait, you just let him in like that?” After holding it in for a long time, Laura finally couldn’t help but whisper, “What are you thinking?”

Kàngnà glanced at the bathroom where the sound of running water was coming from, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: “Jiālèrt is not an ordinary female insect; he is a marshal of the insect race. With his status and temperament, how long do you think he can endure the life of a female slave?”

Laura suddenly understood: “Oh, so when he can’t endure it anymore, you can take the opportunity to send him back to the insect planet. But what if he can endure it?”

“Then I can just take my revenge.” Kàngnà lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa. “By the way, I want to discuss something with you. I plan to move out to avoid being too bloody and scaring you.”

Laura’s brow twitched, looking at Kàngnà in disbelief: “Bloody? That’s progress, Kàngnà. Since this place has already been exposed, it’s better for me to take Xiaoxue and the others and move out. If you can’t handle it, come find me.”

“Alright, I’ll pay for the rent.”

“Just waiting for you to say that!” Laura dashed upstairs, and in less than five minutes, she came down with three cat carriers. “Oh, by the way, we can’t rush the rental. I saw a five-star hotel across from the skyscraper that’s pet-friendly. I’ll take Xiaoxue and the others to stay there, and remember to reimburse the room fee.”

*

Just as Laura left, Jiālèrt walked out of the bathroom.

After washing up, the female insect’s complexion had improved slightly, but he still looked extremely haggard. Wrapped in a bath towel, he knelt on the ground, crawling step by step to Kàngnà: “Male master, I…”

Kàngnà’s expression changed, and he raised his hand to slap Jiālèrt across the face, instantly leaving a bright red handprint on the female insect’s face.

Jiālèrt bit his lip and bowed down: “The slave knows wrong.”

Kàngnà unceremoniously placed his foot on Jiālèrt’s strong back: “Since you’ve become a female slave, act like one. Throw away all that useless sense of shame. If there’s a next time, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Jiālèrt lowered his gaze, exhaling softly, feeling a burning pain in his insides.

“I understand. Thank you for your teachings, male master.”

Before Jiālèrt’s words could finish, there was a knock at the door. Kàngnà kicked Jiālèrt’s ankle, and Jiālèrt crawled over to open the door.

Standing outside was a worker from the Male Protection Association, dressed in their uniform.

“Good day, sir. We noticed you signed online…”

Before the worker could finish, he froze, staring blankly at Kàngnà and then at the kneeling female insect: “M-Marshall Jiālèrt, Sir Kàngnà.”

As a female insect who often surfed the internet, he had seen the posts Kàngnà had made before, but before he could fully digest the information, the post had been forcibly hidden. He thought this matter would have no further developments, but unexpectedly, today at work, he stumbled upon such a shocking follow-up.

Marshall Jiālèrt had become Sir Kàngnà’s female slave—what a sensational secret of the wealthy!

The worker was both excited and nervous, his brain malfunctioning as he stood there with his mouth agape.

Kàngnà smiled gently: “Yes, is there any paperwork you need me to assist you with?”

“Ah, right.” The worker finally regained his composure, remembering he still had work to do. He quickly took out a large toolbox from his storage capsule, about half the height of an insect. “This is the female slave toolkit provided by our association; you can take a look.”

As the worker spoke, he opened the box. Inside the black leather case were various tools, from whips to paddles, and all sorts of toys.

“Let me introduce you. The left half contains tools for punishment, which will cause the female insect considerable pain. The right side has lighter tools that can be used for daily entertainment and release.”

As the worker spoke, he took out a black collar: “Sir, this is a special electric collar for female slaves, designed to prevent them from unintentionally harming their male masters. This collar is custom-made by the Male Protection Association; unless you unlock it with mental power, it cannot be destroyed by force.”

To curb the phenomenon of selling female insects, the effective time of the female slave agreement does not start at the moment of signing but rather when the collar is worn. Therefore, wearing the collar also signifies that a female insect has officially lost all insect rights and has become the private property of a male insect.

According to the normal procedure, after confirming that both parties voluntarily signed the female slave agreement, the worker should have put the collar on the female slave. However, seeing the silent and bowed Marshall Jiālèrt, the worker cautiously asked one last time: “If both of you have no objections, I will put the collar on the marshal?”

Jiālèrt raised his head, his golden eyes looking hesitantly at Kàngnà, who was sitting on the sofa. But Kàngnà only lowered his head, fiddling with the mug on the coffee table.

For a moment, the living room fell into an eerie silence.

The worker felt a chill run down his spine, and after waiting for a long time, he tentatively spoke: “Sir Kàngnà?”

Kàngnà looked up: “Don’t ask me; ask Jiālèrt. If he wants to wear it, then let him. If not, then forget it.”

What does it mean to wear it if he wants to, and forget it if he doesn’t?

Is it trendy for the wealthy to cosplay as female slaves now?

The worker was baffled and could only awkwardly turn his stiff neck to look at Jiālèrt: “Marshal?”

Jiālèrt forced a bitter smile, lowering his once proud head: “I will wear it.”

“Alright.” The worker quickly took the collar, walked to Jiālèrt’s side, unwrapped it, and loosely placed it around the female insect’s neck.

“Sir, please inject a bit of mental power into the sensing button; just a little is enough.”

Kàngnà nodded, walked over to the worker, and gently touched the nail-sized round sensing button. The moment he released his mental power, the collar flashed with a golden light, automatically tightening and closing, perfectly fitting around the female insect’s neck with a pressure that was oppressive but not suffocating.

“The female slave agreement is now officially in effect. Uh, I wish you both a pleasant life.” After the worker finished speaking, he immediately dashed out the door, fleeing.

*

After Kàngnà sent the worker away, he closed the door and scrutinized Jiālèrt, who was still kneeling in place.

The female insect had his head slightly bowed, his bare honey-colored body wrapped only in a bath towel. His upper body still bore the remnants of the red marks from earlier, likely from being whipped by Laura with a mop handle that morning. Coupled with the conspicuous black leather collar around his neck and the red handprint on his cheek, he looked both lewd and pitiful.

Jiālèrt glanced at him, opened the newly installed app for controlling the female slave collar on his smart brain, and was surprised to find it had quite a few functions.

In addition to various levels of electric shocks, it could also adjust the tightness of the collar, catering to certain male insects’ preferences for choking play.

Kàngnà casually selected a medium-strength electric shock, and Jiālèrt felt a sharp sting on his neck, followed by a surge of voltage coursing through his body, making him feel as if he were being torn apart by the current. His muscles began to spasm uncontrollably.

The female insect trembled, letting out a muffled groan of extreme pain, and then collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

Sitting on the sofa, Kàngnà furrowed his brow in confusion.

Did he pass out? Is this thing really that powerful?

He couldn’t help but wonder if Jiālèrt was just pretending.

He stood up, took a sheepskin whip from the box, and walked over to Jiālèrt, striking his back with moderate force a few times.

“Stop pretending to be dead; get up.”

Clear whip marks instantly appeared on Jiālèrt’s honey-colored back, but the female insect merely shuddered, showing no other reaction.

Is he really unconscious?

Kàngnà approached with skepticism, using the whip to nudge Jiālèrt’s shoulder to flip him over.

He saw Jiālèrt lying on the ground with a vacant expression, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and a large burn mark on his neck. His skin was bruised and dark red, with exposed flesh, and even the small area visible through the collar was enough to be shocking.

Jiālèrt hadn’t completely lost consciousness, but he was clearly incapacitated by the shock, his limbs twitching erratically, indicating that the current hadn’t fully dissipated.

In the next moment, Kàngnà suddenly caught a whiff of an unpleasant odor. Looking down, he realized that Jiālèrt’s bath towel had become wet at some point.

Kàngnà’s heart tightened, and he pulled out his smart brain, messaging the customer service of the Male Protection Association.

—The medium-level electric shock function of the female slave collar won’t be fatal, right?

The response came back immediately.

—Hello, sir. The female slave collars have all been quality tested by the relevant departments. Only repeated high-level shocks may pose a risk to life. Medium-level shocks will only cause fainting, burns, incontinence, and other symptoms. Please use it with confidence.

Kàngnà closed his smart brain, quietly watching the female insect still lying on the ground, unable to get up.

He had originally thought that after taking his revenge on Jiālèrt, he would feel a bit relieved, but now that he had hit him, shocked him, and humiliated him, he didn’t feel the satisfaction he had anticipated; instead, he felt even more stifled.

Looking at Jiālèrt’s glistening golden eyes, Kàngnà irritably scratched his hair.

Why hasn’t Jiālèrt turned against him yet? Does this female insect have no bottom line?

Just as he was about to order takeout, his smart brain chimed, and a video call from Laura popped up on the screen.

“Hey, Kàngnà, how’s it going over there? Is everything going smoothly?”

“Not bad.” Kàngnà avoided looking at Jiālèrt on the ground. “What’s up?”

“Oh, there’s a social dinner hosted by a noble female insect from the Ant Planet, specifically for the insect race living on Ant Planet to find boyfriends. I thought since your last blind date was interrupted by Jiālèrt, I’d video call you to see if you want to come and have some fun?”

“I…”

“Come on, come on! Male insects get in for free and there’s a buffet, plus the quality of the female insects here is super high!”

As Laura spoke, she swung the camera around, revealing a lavishly decorated banquet hall filled with well-dressed, handsome female insects.

“What do you say? Are you coming or not?”

Kàngnà pursed his lips.

Going out to have some fun is definitely better than staying home and torturing each other with Jiālèrt.

“Fine, I’ll come. Give me fifteen minutes.”

After hanging up the video call, Kàngnà changed into a light gray suit, his smooth black hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Just as he was about to leave, he felt something grab his ankle.

The female insect, still recovering from the electric shock, struggled to crawl to his side, mumbling incoherently about “no” and “can’t go.”

Kàngnà shot a cold glance at the female insect: “Let go.”

“No, male master, no…”

Jiālèrt shook his head in pain.

The male master cannot have other female insects; it’s not allowed.

“Even female nobles cannot interfere with a male master’s marriage. As a female slave, what right do you have to say no?”

Since Jiālèrt had just been shocked, Kàngnà easily shook off the female insect’s hand, walked to the door, and didn’t forget to remind him: “Once you can get up, clean the floor. There’s nutritional liquid in the fridge; don’t say I let you starve.”

Jiālèrt’s struggling movements suddenly intensified, but he could only watch helplessly as Kàngnà walked out step by step and locked the door behind him.

The female insect lay helplessly on the ground, having endured such painful electric shocks without crying, but now, tears began to well up in his golden eyes.

*

Kàngnà arrived at the banquet restaurant following the address Laura had sent. As soon as he entered the banquet hall, he instantly felt dozens of gazes fixated on him.

The chatting female insects fell silent, the ones getting food dropped their tongs, and even the bartender forgot he was working, spilling vodka over the rim of the glass before snapping back to reality.

Kàngnà chuckled softly, tidying his hair by his ear, and nodded at the female insects looking at him before walking over to Laura’s table.

“Wow, let me see which handsome young male insect this is.”

On the sofa, Laura was flirting with a female insect.

Kàngnà’s eye twitched as he watched the female insect eagerly feeding Laura drinks, practically climbing onto her.

“Isn’t this a blind date?”

“Yeah, it is.” Laura took the drink from the female insect and kissed her on the cheek. “Isn’t it just a matter of dating first and then kissing?”

Kàngnà:…

Speechless, he stood up and wandered around the food area.

As expected of a five-star hotel banquet, the dishes ranged from lobster and lamb chops to hamburgers and beef ramen, truly a feast for the senses, and there was even a stall for spicy hot pot, with flavors and presentation that were five-star quality, incomparable to street vendors.

As Kàngnà walked and grabbed food, he felt even happier when he reached the fruit and dessert area.

There were mangoes at the banquet!

Not holding back, he took several pieces before returning to his seat.

However, just as he took a bite of mango, a tall, blonde female insect approached him with a bright smile, leaned down, and performed a customary greeting: “Good day, sir. I wonder if I could invite you for a cocktail?”

As the female insect bent down to hand him the drink, the sleeve of his suit slipped up, revealing a smooth and powerful honey-colored forearm.

Kàngnà smiled as he accepted the drink, took a sip, and looked up, only to see the female insect’s face adorned with a pair of golden eyes identical to Jiālèrt’s, bearing a striking resemblance to Jiālèrt from seven years ago.

Kàngnà couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart, raising his head to down the cocktail in one go: “Thank you, could you help me get another one?”

“Of course.”

The female insect was only twenty-three this year, just graduated from university, and it was her first time attending such a social banquet. Acting impulsively, she hadn’t expected to actually strike up a conversation with a male insect.

Watching the young female insect happily walk toward the bar, Kàngnà couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Hey, are you smitten?” Laura teased with a grin. “Do you want me to help you book a room upstairs?”

Kàngnà shook his head with a smile, but his dark eyes slowly filled with tears: “You know, Jiālèrt from seven years ago looks a bit like him.”

Laura: “…Wait, aren’t we supposed to avoid mentioning that female insect? Why are we back to this?”

Kàngnà shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks: “You know, I thought I would feel a bit better after taking revenge on Jiālèrt, but… but I don’t feel happy at all.”

When he left the insect planet, he thought he had moved on, but the moment he saw Jiālèrt again, he realized he hadn’t let go at all.

He still hated Jiālèrt, but revenge didn’t bring him any satisfaction.

It turned out that an eye for an eye didn’t apply to feelings; he didn’t know how to make Jiālèrt leave, nor did he know how to heal the wounds of the past seven years.

“Laura.” Kàngnà’s voice carried a rare hint of sobbing as he leaned on the table, his long black hair cascading messily over his shoulders, choking back tears, “I’m in pain. I hate him, but I can’t forget him.”

Laura looked at Kàngnà’s dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, speechless.

He’s already drunk after just one drink.

He watched as the young female insect returned, running and bouncing with a drink in hand: “Wait, what did you give him?”

“Fruit wine…” The female insect paused, suddenly slapping her forehead, “Oh no, the bartender must have made a mistake and poured a whole glass of vodka.”

Laura:…

Youth really is unreliable.

“I’m so sorry, I… I really am sorry.” The female insect apologized repeatedly, “How about I have the driver take this gentleman home?”

Laura’s eyes twinkled.

The best way to forget a past relationship is to start a new one.

He assessed the young female insect in front of him, then opened the guest list on his smart brain to check.

Línqí, S-rank female insect, a top student from a prestigious business school, comes from a family involved in import-export business, and most importantly, her looks and personality align well with Kàngnà’s preferences.

Though a bit clumsy, she was still a good match for Kàngnà.

“I have a bit of business to attend to. Could you please take Kàngnà home?” Laura told Línqí the door lock key, smiling ambiguously, “You know what to do afterward.”

Línqí’s eyes lit up with anticipation as she deeply bowed to Laura: “Don’t worry, I will take good care of Sir Kàngnà!”