Colonial Suit

At the same time, in another void within the Sasha Domain.

Inside a solitary bio-planet.

“Lord Saros!”

“Lord Saros, please wait for me…”

“Ah, Lord Saros, please allow me to follow you, even if it means I die the next moment.”

“Heavens… Lord Saros is looking at me.”

“No, he’s looking at me! Get out of the way, you vulgar woman.”

“You’re the vulgar one. I am Lord Saros’s handmaiden, I belong to Lord Saros. Tonight, he will have me attend to him in his bed.”

“No, he’ll have me!”

“He’ll have me!”

Along the sides of a long corridor, a group of scantily clad, beautiful, and lively girls argued with each other, with occasional minor conflicts. All because of the man who had just walked past them, the one who embodied all the genius of the Sasha race, perfect, elegant, and full of masculine charm, the strong individual bestowed with the title ‘Saros’.

The girls were excited and happy because they had been specifically informed that, from today onward, they would belong to Lord Saros as his personal favorites. This was an extremely high honor. Among the billions of ‘similar beings’ on this planet, they were the lucky ones among the lucky ones.

As specially cultivated ‘handmaidens,’ the girls had been receiving ‘professional’ education since birth. They knew better than anyone how to serve the opposite sex, how to please, and how to care for them. Periodically, they would be injected with the Sasha race’s unique ‘Maser Bio-Modulation Fluid,’ which would cultivate beneficial bacteria in their bodies for the opposite sex, thereby reducing their fatigue and replenishing their energy. It could be said that they were a group of living ‘nutrient solutions,’ and the highest quality ones at that, with no side effects.

Well, it just takes a little time for ‘usage’. You understand…

What they didn't know was that, in reality, they had been abandoned from the moment of conception. Fate had played a malicious joke on them.

They weren't as important as their education had told them. No matter how hard they tried or fought for it, they were just luxury goods in the hands of the strong… not necessities.

“Hmph, a bunch of worthless carbohydrates.”

In the corridor, a man walked forward indifferently, as if he couldn't hear the calls and disputes behind him. In his eyes, these girls were just clusters of flesh. They were just covered with a seemingly delicate layer of skin. He had seen too many similar objects in his life, including himself, who had once passed through that flesh assembly line.

The lights in the corridor were not bright, but rather a glow emitted by luminous bacteria similar to fireflies. This glow could well protect the modulation bodies and reduce their energy consumption.

For the Sasha race, which was famous for its biotechnology, this was very important.

If each modulation body saved a little resource, the entire race would save countless resources in a day. These resources could even meet the daily consumption of hundreds or thousands of star systems below the third world.

Under the light, the man had a head of black-purple long hair, smooth and silky, like the color of night. His skin was very white, as delicate as a baby's, and the faint blue blood vessels could be seen underneath. The man wore a gorgeous black robe, with wide circular shoulder guards on top. The cloak extended from behind the shoulder guards, dragging long on the floor.

The floor was very clean…

The man walked slowly along the corridor, his shadow stretching out little by little. Suddenly, his gaze fell on a figure in the corner of the wall.

It was a woman kneeling on one knee. From the man's angle, he could clearly see the woman's hip line, perfect, curved, and full of temptation.

But if anyone could see the woman's face, all desire would instantly disappear.

A scar slanted down from the woman's face, as if dividing her in half. As ugly as it could be, as terrible as it could be.

The woman lowered her head, seemingly unwilling to let people see her face, or perhaps it was just a matter of politeness.

Saros stopped, right in front of the woman.

“I can feel the accelerated secretion of hormones in your body. Are you trying to seduce me?”

The woman did not answer, but silently lowered her head. Saros finally became a little impatient and said with a frown, “On this planet, all members of the opposite sex belong to me. I can get them as long as I want. I think you were told that before you were modulated. So don't waste my time, my patience is not for you carbohydrates to waste.”

Saros's voice was not loud, but it had a faint majesty, like a king, like a god. In fact, from the moment he accepted the last modulation, this majesty had accompanied him, and even the 'king' of the Sasha race could not suppress it.

Unfortunately, his majesty did not have any effect today. The woman still lowered her head, as if she hadn't heard his words, but after a while, she took out something from her arms and placed it at Saros's feet.

Saros's gaze fell on the object, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he saw a star swirl.

A swirl of light.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ is ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

“Holy Light Spiral? You're a human, oh no, a space pirate?”

The woman nodded and silently stood up. If she had a trace of disguised humility before, then at this moment, she was like a spear, with all her sharpness exposed. Her hot body no longer aroused desire, only deep coldness. Because the woman's exposed skin was covered with scars.

“My name is Yasu,” the woman said, her voice as cold as ice. “I'm sorry, I'm not your property. But if you want to use me to vent your desires, I don't mind, as long as you can afford the price.”

“…………” Saros was silent, his eyes swept over the woman. Then, with a flick of his finger, the Holy Light Spiral on the ground flew into his hand.

The perfect star swirl rotated in his palm, like the mystery of the universe.

Saros stared at it for a while. Suddenly, he smiled slightly. “I'm not perverted enough to be interested in a corpse. Especially a corpse filled with medicine.” He didn't look at Yasu, but seemed to be able to see every detail of Yasu's body. “You seem to be ready to die at any time? In your body, there are hundreds of…”

“My body knows itself, it doesn't need you to explain,” Yasu interrupted Saros. She turned around and was about to walk to the corner of the wall. “The goods have been delivered, and the part of the agreement concerning us has been completed. So what about yours?”

“You will get it,” Saros said calmly, his black hair fluttering slowly in the dim light. “No matter where you got this thing, you did a good job. It's worth me paying that price.”

“You're really a cold-blooded guy,” Yasu said without looking back. “You even betray your own race.”

She didn't continue, because her body had disappeared into the wall…

And in the same place, Saros was playing with the spiral in his hand with great interest, his eyes flashing with strange light.

“No, I will never betray my own race.”

“Because…”

“I don't have a race at all.”(To be continued…)