Chapter 7: 7

Chapter 7

Pretend Shemale

Translated by boilpoil
Edited by boilpoil

 

Cheng Zhaoci was recaptured without further incident. He couldn’t win in a fight or even run faster than his assailant anyway.

Fortunately, despite disgusting the shemale with golden hair to no end, he didn’t kill him either – not for some silliness like ‘compassion,’ but noting the comparatively well-dressed status of Cheng Zhaoci, and his appalling physical abilities that must imply he is being cared for by other shemales, with financial leeway considering the clothes.

The financial leeway must have come from hard manual labour as well, considering the job market of a landfill planet not needing any brain over brawn. So that shemale must be quite fit. He must also value this distinctly ugly thing named ‘Cheng Zhaoci,’ too.

Not that the shemale assailant fears that shemale behind Cheng Zhaoci, but because he is on the run from the military, it is best not to solicit too large a response.

He can’t really help but be surprised at how many odd things happen when you go far enough out. If he met a shemale like this little ugly thing, the very first thought would be to stick a bullet through his face – which might actually prove to improve his looks à la cosmetic surgery. There is no way he would take care of one, not even if he was his own son.

He thinks while taking the holodeck off Cheng Zhaoci’s arm. He chuckles while asking, “so how old are you now, little thing?” The tone is cordial, enough to convince someone he might be a gentlemanly shemale if discounting the person he is asking, Cheng Zhaoci, currently being tied up into what resembles a squirming worm.

Cheng Zhaoci watches the shemale take some odd device out of his pocket, resembling a ring, puts it on his right index finger and push it on his holodeck, which then turns on and unlocks, somehow.

A technically savvy kidnapper, too. Cheng Zhaoci gulps, and answers, “and what, you’d let me go if I were a minor?”

“Of course not,” the shemale answers as he flips through the holodeck to check if it is bugged for tracking, “protecting minors is the duty of law-abiding citizens. Do I look like a law-abiding citizen to you after tying you up?”

“Then is there even a point in me telling you my age, anyway?” Cheng Zhaoci squirms himself up and leans back on the dirty wall. He glances over at the comically dressed young shemale nearby, and sighs.

He’s shaking from fear. Well, Cheng Zhaoci is scared equally. He’s just an artist, and obviously he’s never been through something like this. Well, given he’s had two lives so far with a combined age over forty, he knows not to show his fear in front of children.

He tries quietly whispering to calm him down, “it’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

The shemale with golden hair has absurdly sharp ears, apparently, and amused, taunts him, “well, well, trying to play camaraderie with him? Hm? Oh, what’s this?”

He clicks into Cheng Zhaoci’s alt ID, finding the name BombInMyPants rather amusing, while casting a rather mocking gaze over at Cheng Zhaoci’s lower half.

Cheng Zhaoci shrinks a little, embarrassed. He first came up with the ID during his chuuni stage his past life, and never changed it for convenience. He didn’t think too much about registering it here in this other world. Being bad at names, he can’t be blamed for wanting to stick to what he knows, right? And who could have guessed his holodeck would be browsed like that?

Although it is, and he is embarrassed, the way an author might be if someone was reading their R18+ novel right in front of them out loud. He’d rather bury his head in a hole.

He’s also pissed at the mocking, derisive smile. What? What?! He’s got a weak body, sure, but as a male, he is exceptionally well-endowed! Even more so than his past life!

Not that he can say that out loud. All he can do is retort in his mind.

The shemale has clicked into the comic now. He seems surprised as he browses from page to page. Cheng Zhaoci clearly sees him spooked, almost shuddering reflexively at the last page.

A while later, he shuts down the holodeck and throws it aside, “ha, you’re good at drawing, I’ll give you that, but that male you drew? Who told you they’re like that? You’ve probably never seen one on a landfill planet, have you?”

The shemale doesn’t appear none too pleased. Who knows what he’s reminiscing about.

Welp, he probably won’t believe him, but a male on a landfill planet is right in front of you, Cheng Zhaoci says, in his mind.

“I’ll tell you what they are. A little weakling like you, if you end up with a male…” The shemale walks over, pats Cheng Zhaoci on the face, and continues, “you won’t make it past a single day, do you get it?”

“They’re scum, protected by law, and by shemales. They’re even more disgusting than I am, but the biggest difference between me and them, is that they’re ‘rare,’ but I can be found anywhere. They’re given prerogatives, and I have not,” his syllables are growing more distinct by the word, “they can kill whoever they want, but a shemale that wounds them by accident would be chased, prosecuted, and lose their lives.”

The shemale with golden hair has such a wretched expression that Cheng Zhaoci shrinks again. Great, he’s male-phobic… Looks like his final trump card——To save his own life by revealing his male status, might just land him in hell even faster.

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He is lamenting inside. The chances that this day is his last seem pretty high at this point.

Watching Cheng Zhaoci go from shock to ‘revelation,’ like he’s accepted his coming death, has amused the shemale once more. He would praise the wealth of facial expressions on display, with the distinctly ugly style of the insectoid markings twisting and turning almost like some second-rate art piece, if he was in more comfortable circumstances. The little ugly thing must have been scarred by the males he just described.

So the shemale takes the holodeck he just threw away and puts it back on Cheng Zhaoci’s wrist, “say, you’re pretty interesting, aren’t you? I don’t kill interesting insectoids. If you manage to survive the military’s firepower, you’re free to go. Well, just don’t try to run away before that…”

Then he widens his eyes for a moment. He looks up and down Cheng Zhaoci’s weak, thin frame once more, and realises, from the topic they were just discussing…

Oh goodie! He’s thin enough, that if he removes the eyesore that is his insectoid markings, it’s possible for him to pass as a male! He’s definitely a minor, too, so no one will be the wiser as he hasn’t pheromones yet. The ugly thing could perfectly play off being a male!

A male hostage? Far more valuable than shemales. No military guys would risk their head attempting anything.

Finding his plan absolutely workable, he pats Cheng Zhaoci on the shoulder, and tells him with this sinister tone, “remember, you are now a male I’ve captured.”

Cheng Zhaoci widens his eyes, wondering first, shit, has he been busted? But then, seeing a syringe the shemale produced from god-knows-where, he realises, he misunderstood.

“Don’t worry, this thing will just remove the insectoid markings from your face temporarily.”

He actually kept these for himself, because shemales had unique patterns of markings that could be identified by machines if they’re exposed, which means they can also be exploited to confuse matters.

“No! You can’t!” The little shaky shemale insectoid nearby suddenly says, but then shrinks his neck back down after the shemale kidnapper glares at him. The little shemale knows Cheng Zhaoci is a male, and probably made those marks on his face by some means. Whatever is in the syringe can conceal insectoid markings, but Cheng Zhaoci’s markings aren’t natural, either!

Not that the kidnapper cares. He grabs Cheng Zhaoci’s wrist, and injects him.

Cheng Zhaoci is also worried, but then he realises he doesn’t feel anything different where he has markings. The toxins for faking insectoid markings hurt a little on his face after injection every day, so he can’t even know if the shemale’s injection worked.

Though seeing the little shemale nearby widen his eyes and blushing, he understands it worked perfectly.

Maybe what the kidnapper used is high quality?

Never mind the little shemale brat, but even all the other shemale are looking at Cheng Zhaoci now.

Cheng Zhaoci did look handsome, you see, especially when contrasted with the mess of markings he had on his face earlier.

“Was your skin always this white?” After coming back to his senses from the slightly gloomy and handsome face, the kidnapper asks. He only saw the face for its markings before.

He’s still staring at Cheng Zhaoci, with his expression going more and more serious, “seriously, don’t you look a bit too much like a male?”

“Really? How do I actually look?” At immense stress past a certain point, Cheng Zhaoci would enter an oddly rational state with his brain churning way quicker than usual. He looks confused, just as everyone else is.

Seeing that he doesn’t seem to know how he looks right now, the kidnapper’s suspicions seem to have faded.

It’s already exceedingly unlikely to get onto a random landfill planet and then land a male that has pretended to be a shemale. He can’t imagine males would pretend to be a shemale just to live on a landfill planet either. No way.

The males, the highfalutin, pretentious males will also never come up with a user ID as vulgar as ‘BombInMyPants.’

The personality doesn’t match, either. The little ugly thing is an interesting insectoid, and draws interesting comics. Shame that he seems to grossly misunderstand males.

After analysing everything he’s seen, he’s certain the ugly thing is a shemale. If he really was a male, he’d be at a loss for what to do, too. So he pats Cheng Zhaoci on the shoulder, relieved, “don’t be. You’re still really ugly, maybe the runt of the litter among males, I’d say.”

Then he adds credibility by pointing to the rows of tied up shemales, “you see? They’re all shocked by how you look. They’ve probably never seen anything as ugly in their lives.”

If he hasn’t seen his own appearance, the manner this blond guy is putting it could seriously convince Cheng Zhaoci with how confident he is.

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