BOSS Transmigrates as a Little Cutie

Soundproof walls weren’t supposed to let sound through, but Chris’s hearing was too good, and Jorah’s voice had a naturally otherworldly penetrating quality to it.

That’s why the soft humming was clear in Chris’ ears.

Although the young man’s voice was not steady due to pain, it still reminded Chris of his childhood. The golden wheat waves of the manor, the clear blue sky, and the crisp chirping of the birds in the morning.

He couldn’t help but stop and lean in for a better listen.

Apollon had planted a monitor on Chris, but Chris had been prepared for it. He carried a machine that could block the monitor, but there was a limit to the number of times he could use it.

He never thought he’d use his precious blocking time in a situation like this.

Chris leaned against the wall and listened quietly, his nerves slowly relaxing.

Ever since the Federation issued the order to pretend to be the enemy, Chris has not hesitated to follow the military orders step by step. Even when stepping over the corpses of his comrades and even when facing the loathing and hatred of the people who once supported him.

He walked alone in the dark, aiming to bring light to others.

Chris thought he would never get tired.

But now he knows that he was completely wrong.

Under the ethereal sound of the song, Chris actually took a nap for a few minutes, resting peacefully and relaxed.

Suddenly, the singing stopped.

Chris immediately woke up. There was a trace of confusion in his silver eyes. The light that flashed through them was like an incredibly sharp saber(sword).

He listened for a moment, and all he could hear was the sound of shallow breathing.

Did he fall asleep?

Chris hesitated for a moment and opened the door to the interrogation room.

In the darkness, the teenager hanging from the gallows was sleeping soundly.

Chris subconsciously slowed down his pace. With such an injury, any second of sleep was precious to the teenager, and he didn’t want to disturb it at all.

Qing Yun didn’t expect Chris to come in. He had proven during the day that he could keep going. Did this cold guy want to finish him off?

Quietly raising his guard, Qing Yun paid close attention to Chris’s movements.

After standing in front of Qing Yun for a while, unexpectedly, Chris reached out and put him down.

Chris undid the restraints on the young man and held him in his arms. Maybe it was because he was too tired during the day that even with this action, the teenager was not awakened.

Sitting down slowly against the wall with the youth in his arms like this, Chris looked at the bruise marks on Jorah’s hand and pursed his lips.

Worse wounds than this had spread all over the boy’s body.

Chris took out the healing device he had with him and placed it on a few of the larger injuries on the boy’s body. Luckily, the healing device worked from the inside out. Otherwise, he really wouldn’t have been able to help the youth.

Qing Yun was shocked. What was this man doing?

Helping him? Hehe, this healing device is not as useful as extracting his own soul energy, okay?

Qing Yun secretly hoped that the man would leave so that he could strengthen his body correctly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to do anything at all with this man holding the healing device the whole time.

Completely unaware of the thoughts of the boy in his arms, Chris carefully avoided the transmission cable attached behind Qing Yun’s head and stroked the black hair on his forehead.

When the youth was awake, his eyes were always burning fiercely, and it was breathtaking. But because of his body’s feeble condition, it always made people worry that the flame was like a gorgeous firework, and it would be gone in a flash.

Now that he’s asleep, he’s incredibly well-behaved, and his face was full of innocence.

His fingers trailed down Qing Yun’s face to his neck. Chris reached out to the back of the boy’s neck and lightly caressed the youth’s glands twice.

A strange feeling like an electric current instantly flowed through Qing Yun’s body.

Qing Yun endured it, refraining from throwing this man out. This body was too strange to have such a sensitive spot!

Chris, however, had no frivolous thoughts as he took the healing device and carefully coated the back of the teenager’s neck with a protective layer.

Currently, no one but him had realized that Jorah was an omega. Chris hoped that no one in this place would ever know the secret. After all, an omega could suffer much more than a beta.

Just thinking of some of the misfortunes the teenager might suffer, Chris couldn’t help but frown.

Such a strong, gorgeous, and faithful Jorah should not have been subjected to such cruel bullying.

The man’s fingers finally left the small patch of skin on the back of his neck, and Qing Yun breathed a sigh of relief, but someone’s image flashed through his mind.

Would he follow him in this world? And if he’s already here with us, who could he be?

Thinking so, Qing Yun carefully felt Chris’s scent.

It was impossible to talk about familiarity. Qing Yun didn’t even feel a trace of breath. He just remembered that Chris seemed to be wrapped in a protective suit all over his body. The collar was all the way up to his chin, and even the glands at the back of his neck were wrapped tightly, so how could he feel Chris’s scent?

Qing Yun hoped he wasn’t anyone in the interrogation room in this life, or else… hmmm.

Chris noticed that the young man in his arms seemed to be caught up in a beautiful dream. His lips curved playfully and adorably, carrying a hint of happiness.

Who did he dream about?

Chris became curious out of nowhere, and all sorts of information about Jorah flashed through his mind.

Jorah was engaged to Lucas of the Second Legion?

Chris’s hand paused, and what could be called “displeasure” rose up in him. Lucas had broken his vow to Jorah to be with Corsi, a piece of information Chris had known for some time.

But he had never felt anything about such news. Who Lucas is with was his own choice, and that doesn’t stir up the slightest bit of emotion in Chris.

But now, Chris suddenly cared. Why did Lucas hurt Jorah? If you can’t keep it, why did you make the promise in the first place?

Chris’s brow slowly furrowed, but the fingers that caressed the teenager’s face were careful not to exert a single ounce of force. He took Qing Yun’s hand and squeezed the teenager’s round, lovely fingertips.

Why do you still dream of him and smile so happily when he betrayed you?

Another strange emotion grew in Chris’s heart, growing as wild as a weed and instantly taking over Chris’s mind.

Perplexed, Chris pondered for a moment, defining it as anger at Lucas’ treachery.

With a silent sigh, the variety of emotions flooding Chris’s heart these days was simply more than the sum of all the feelings in his past life. Was it because he happened to meet Qing Yun?

The strength and beauty shown by the youth were indeed like a cool spring of water flowing through Chris’s tormented heart these days.

But the pain that Chris inflicted on him made the torment in his heart even more intense.

His fingertips touched the teen’s slightly furrowed brow. Chris discarded other thoughts and used his mental energy to build up a protective shield strong enough to cover the teen, blocking the mental deterrent from working.

The transmission wires couldn’t be pulled off, or Jorah would have to suffer another pain when it was put on again, and the deterrent couldn’t be turned off, or it would leave traces. Chris could only use this method to create a better sleeping environment for the boy.

But Qing Yun was full of confusion. What does this mean? Is this man not going to leave? How was he going to repair his body when he was covered by such powerful mental energy?

Naturally, Chris couldn’t spend all his time on Qing Yun, and he stayed for two hours before restoring the interrogation room to its original state and leaving.

As soon as he left the interrogation room, the soft scent of Chris’s body instantly dissipated like an illusion.

He quietly flickered into a corner. During these days of investigation, he had finally grasped the location of the stored gene chip.

He had to finish the job quickly.

Once again, the Federation had failed.

The second failure made Lucas extremely irritable. He hated it and said to Corsi, “There’s definitely something wrong with Chris! He’s like crazy today. He’s chasing me in his mecha himself!”

“If he was an emotionless robot before, today he’s the always-raging lion! We need to get the Third Legion to reinforce us.”

Corsi did not know whether to laugh or cry as he processed the message from the front lines. He said, “Lucas, you need to calm down. Chris is not outraged. You’re the one who overthinks.”

After saying that, he dropped his eyes to hide the thought in his eyes. Chris was indeed a bit out of sorts today, making him, who had suspected that Chris was faking his defection to the enemy, a bit confused. Did Chris really have a deep and incomprehensible hatred for the Federation?

A sudden message interrupted Corsi’s thoughts, “There’s a message from Dr. Ramiel!”

“What? Where is he? Has he returned to the Federation?” Lucas surrounded him with surprise.

The loss of the genetic chip and the threat of the Flamingo genetic weapon were like large clouds hanging over the Federation. The Federation’s top brass did everything they could to keep the news down, and a silent panic spread throughout the Federation.

The news of Dr. Ramiel’s starship being held hostage was like a thunderbolt, making the storm even more terrifying.

Getting the news from Dr. Ramiel now was undoubtedly the greatest piece of good news.

“The Doctor said…” reading Dr. Ramiel’s message, Corsi’s face darkened, “He said he’s safe now, but he’s not going back to the Federation for a while.”

“Because he’s going to rescue someone!”

Chris didn’t know that Dr. Ramiel was on a death-defying journey again, or rather, his mind was now blank as it was the only way to ensure that he acted sensibly.

Because the teenager’s torture was about to begin again.

These days, the star pirates have changed their methods of torturing Jorah, as if watching the teenager suffer was their greatest post-war pleasure.

And for Chris, who was the executioner and the one who personally inflicted the pain on Jorah, this was the time he wanted to escape the most. He even wanted to switch roles with the youth so he wouldn’t have to suffer the inner torment.

Fortunately, the quiet time with the teen gave Chris comfort. Otherwise, he didn’t know if he could have held it together.

If there’s one, there’s two. Ever since the first time he heard the boy’s beautiful voice, Chris couldn’t control his steps and always walked to the interrogation room door without a second thought.

How much he wanted to escape during the daily torture execution was how much he wanted to see the teenager in private.

Was he okay today? Can he hold on?

Did he get more annoyed with me?

During these days, Chris had learned many of the teen’s little habits.

Jorah would hum softly when he was in pain, yet no matter how much pain he was in, the song was pure with no hint of hatred.

Jorah loved to be clean and what bothered him more than the pain was the fact that he hadn’t bathed for three or four days.

Jorah would wrinkle his nose and mutter abuse at him, but couldn’t say anything cruel, often just the words “traitor” and “wretched man”.

Jorah would secretly miss someone. The thought of that person would bring a lovely smile to his lips. This made Chris feel irritated for some reason.

Jorah would also admire his powerful body, whispering his desire to one day have such an SSS-grade build. Still, Chris wanted nothing more than to tell him that he was strong enough…

Jorah…

In just a few days, Jorah’s image in Chris’s heart had completely flipped. Initially, he had mistaken him as an omega who was so weak that he could only hide behind people, but now, Chris had to admit with admiration that even though the teenager’s body was incredibly weak, he was still a strong man.

Admiration, heartache, all sorts of complicated emotions tangled in Chris’s heart. Now, he even had to use self-hypnosis to ensure his calmness in case Apollon could see traces of it.

After a couple of wins in a row, a pleased Apollon sat in a chair beside him and tossed Chris two tubes of reagents, “Here, I brought some goodies. These are perfect for this whip.”

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