A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

The communicator beeped with a rapid notification sound.

Chris saw the name flashing on the screen and confirmed that it was a video call from Uncle Baru before pressing the answer button.

The voice coming from the other end of the communicator was exceptionally clear, as if his uncle were standing right in front of him.

"Chris".

The uncle's voice carried a hint of concern.

"Your female father is very worried about you. He knows you are going to a desolate planet for terraforming and he can't put his mind at ease."

Therefore, he specially arranged for a senior nutritionist to accompany you.

Chris sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Uncle, I'm going to the desolate planet to undergo transformation, not to enjoy a life of luxury."

Balu didn't think anything was wrong.

He continued, "Your father-in-law is currently traveling in space. He is not in good health and cannot be stimulated in any way."

That's settled then. The nutritionist will be there in ten minutes.

Before Chris could refuse, a busy tone came from the other end of the communicator, and the video call had ended.

"Chris, let's have a serious talk."

Herman's face was grim.

They grabbed his wrist and forcibly dragged him onto the aircraft.

"I have nothing to talk to you about, let go!"

Chris frowned, glaring angrily at the other person.

His words revealed undisguised anger and determination.

He tried to shake off the large, iron-like hand, but the other party was clearly stronger than him, and his struggle was in vain.

"What exactly do you want? Is there any point in this persistent pestering?"

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Chris used all his strength to break free and shoved him away.

His body trembled slightly with anger as he walked straight toward the warship, his steps firm and resolute.

"Halt! You're no longer a general, how dare you speak to me like that?"

Hermann's roar came from behind, filled with obvious anger and threat.

But Chris seemed not to hear the roar.

Without pausing for a moment, he continued walking resolutely toward the warship.

Seeing this, Herman's anger burned even more fiercely.

He rushed forward and grabbed Chris's hair.

With a forceful pull, she forced him to raise his head and meet her gaze.

"I command you to forget the past, and we'll start over. I'm sincere towards you, and you must believe me."

His face showed a hint of sincerity, but it was mostly overshadowed by anger.

Chris stared directly at Herman, his eyes as cold as ice.

She said coldly, "I could never love you. I want no one but you, my lord."

These words were undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for Hermann.

His face instantly turned extremely ugly, and he completely lost control of his emotions.

Unable to suppress his jealousy any longer, his hands, like the claws of a demon, gripped Chris's throat.

It was as if they were trying to force his life out of his body.

"Since you like low-level male insects so much, then of course I will satisfy you."

Chris felt suffocated and struggled desperately, his sharp fingernails leaving cuts on his hands.

Gradually, he realized something was wrong.

"What...what did you do to me? Why do I feel so weak and powerless?"

Hermann seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to apply pressure to his hands.

He gave a cruel smile.

"Haha...it's just some specially made sleeping pills."

Chris couldn't concentrate, his eyes gradually filled with despair, thinking he was about to be strangled to death.

Suddenly, the other person released their grip and threw him to the ground like a rag doll.

Air rushed into his nostrils, and he bent over and coughed.

Herman coldly stared at the female insect lying on the ground, his words indifferent and ruthless.

"I'd really like to know, once you've lost your innocence, will your good master still want you?"