Administrator Marshall sat in his room, peculiarly content and calmly. It was odd for him to stay sitting in one place. Administrator Marshall had a habit of walking around the base and checking out the conditions and inspecting the discipline. He especially favored the females. Well, if not for the rules and surveillance and the ladies avoiding him like a plague, it would have been a ball for him.
The reason behind his uncontrollable lust and urges to copulate was his genetic disorder. One time, after the twenty-eight-year-old, twenty-two then. The officer decided to use a genetic serum to boost his prowess. The genetic serum did boost him but it also caused a disorder in his gene chain. His libido was improved, that was what he thought at the start. He was having bliss, like a horse in a mating farm.
By the time he discovered himself to be a walking hard-on, the damage was permanent. That was it, he would have to take medicine to suppress the condition. However, when he took charge of this position, he was stacked with work, the handover, and he skipped his dosage, and then he met Xenon, who was dressed to impress. (Do not take it wrong, everyone wants to look good. She had no other motives.)
Marshall unleashed himself on her, damaging both the people, later he was suspended, but then he started a racket of officers like him who liked to have fun from time to time, they would pick up cat-women and enjoy themselves. As long as, the out-of-line deputies gave him new ladies, he would close one eye and open the other.
The situation escalated to the point that when the natives objected to their exploitation the blood was spilled and led to Administrator Marshal’s homecoming. However, the godsend opportunity was dropped in his lap just the two days before he would leave. So, he controlled himself as much as he could and sat down in his spot to meditate.
He did not respond to anyone’s approach. He was waiting for the time to arrive, planning the excuses in his mind.
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Shi Lang stood amidst a lush forest. This place was on the outskirts of the capital. The movement was scarce, and beside him stood Samara, the guard beside Xenon. The lady had a feel of heroism about herself, and she was glaring at Shi Lang with stone-cold eyes. Her intimidation did not bear fruit though.
Shi Lang was gazing around silently as well. Samara asked, “What are we doing here?”
“The herbs that, Her Majesty mentioned, shall be found here, right?” asked the boy.
Samara asked, “Whisper Daisy?”
Shi Lang nodded, and the lady pointed at white patches scattered all over the ground, adding color to the green scenery. She asked, “What do you need them for?”
The boy said, “I need you to help me collect as much as possible without disturbing the scene too much. They are the medicine we need to cure people thoroughly.”
Samara could deduce the plan of action vaguely but she was not very sure. Shi Lang jumped from the tree and began to collect the whisper daisies. He did not collect the entire patches but made sure to only collect a small amount of them. After ten minutes, he regrouped with Samara, and they had gathered a small pile of the herbs.
Then Shi Lang said, “Now we wait for the guy.”
Samara nodded in silence.
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The administrator walked out of his room and made his way to the entrance of the base camp. The man did not take any vehicle or any escort with him. His face was calm, and upon being asked by the people inside the base camp, he said, “It is my last night here, I would like to explore the place for one last time on my own.”
The people nodded and let him go. They had no particular affection for him, so, they were not worried about it. He walked through the streets. He moved through the market and purchased a simple black cloak to cover himself up. His white uniform was standing out in the crowd. With his head bowed, he mixed up with the crowd and moved through.
It took him three hours to get to the location of decided upon. The woods and the darkness did not affect him much, the man was a seven-star Terran. Yes, defected but strong. He walked through the forest and came to the clearing. What met his eyes was a bonfire and a feminine figure sitting near it.
The weather on this planet was colder at night. He walked over with excitement. His control was fading slowly. He almost could not stop himself from jumping over at the lady in front of him. As he walked closer he found the lady to be dressed in a white hood and covering her face.
He wanted to speak when the lady said, “Come, sit near me, Administrator Marshall, let us enjoy the subtle silence before our sounds drown the scenery.”
The soft voice lingered with a seductive tone, made him shiver uncontrollably and the man arrived next to the lady in a blink. He sat down beside her with much difficulty, he took a heavy sniff of the scent given off by the lady. The spear in his pants softened a lot, and the man mumbled, “Your scent seems to ease my pains.”
The lady chuckled slightly and did not say much. Marshall also sat down in his place, gazing at the dancing flames in front of him. As time passed he became more aloof, and the sharpness in his eyes dimmed. The lady beside him adjusted the logs in the bonfire to keep the flames burning intensely.
After half an hour, Marshall was high on whisper daisy fumes that he had been inhaling for so long. The lady sitting beside him said, “Marshall, my darling, I have heard that your people cannot cultivate by reverse circulating your blood?”
Marshall nodded in a daze. The lady continued, “Then I have a challenge for you, if you can be the first man to cultivate in reverse, I will let you be the first man to do me in the rear hole.”
The voice had a hint of shyness, bubble, and seduction. Marshall gulped and said, “I shall do it, it is no big deal.”
As soon as his words dropped he began to control his blood flow and made it go reverse. The reason reverse cultivation was not allowed until it was a life or death situation, was that it gave you a super boost but it shortened one’s life one year every minute.
Marshall forgot all about it and circulated his blood in reverse, as he proceeded his body began to heat, it was as if he was set on fire. However, he did not utter a single sound, the lady beside him kept cheering him with moans and dirty talks, flaring his imagination and greed to trigger him.
The reverse circulation was to burn away all the traces of whispering Daisy inside his body and wake him up. However, the quantity of the drug inside him was enough to last for two hours. Even a seven-star Terran did not have that long of a lifetime. After ten minutes of reverse flow, the changes were obvious.
Marshall had lost a quarter of his muscle mass, his eyes were sunk to the bottom and his face was dry. Samara, who stood far in a distance, was shocked and asked, “Was this your plan?”
Shi Lang asked, “Do you think it is very simple to get this done?”
Samara subconsciously nodded and the boy shook his head, “Thank the genetic defect in his body that let us exploit the loophole. The real plan will begin after the rest of his partners are dealt with.”
Samara said, “You plan to kill them all?”
Shi Lang replied, “The dignity of the uniform must not be stained. They committed crimes toward you and sin towards us, they must pay. My orders were to clean them all, and that is what I will do.”
Samara gulped and said, “Cruel to your own people. How can you do this?”
Shi Lang turned his face to gaze at her and while looking dead in her eyes, he said, “Those who do not respect the colors on their bodies, they do not deserve to be my people. It is simple as that.”
One hour had passed and instead of a bulky Terran, just a breathing skeleton was sitting in Marshall’s place. Shi Lang walked out of the shadows and the lady beside the administrator said, “Darling, you can stop now.”
Marshall stopped as if he was being controlled by remote control. The man had regained some of his senses and asked with much difficulty, “Why?”
Shi Lang walked over and crouched in front of him, “For the sins, you committed towards the civilization and the colors on your body, you are sentenced to death. May you be a better soldier in the army of the dead.”
This was a common greeting used by the secret division people to send off their targets. As soon as, Shi Lang’s words dropped, the man sensed a prick on his chest, and then his eyes gradually lost clarity. Shi Lang ended his life with a needle to the heart.