How to Possess a Female Zerg Lord

Wei Jing had transmigrated to the continent of Tokalan ten years ago. He was infamous, with everyone baying for his blood.

He desperately needed somewhere to stay, and just then, the Lord of Aradir posted an advertisement seeking a great mage skilled at drawing magic arrays. An ice mage was preferred. Pay negotiable, far above the going rate.

Perfect. This is the one.

Disguised, he rushed to Aradir, only to find the steward scolding the clerk:

“That advertisement is an insult to mages! Even the most third-rate mage wouldn’t come running after seeing that thing. That spot was supposed to be for hiring a cleaner!”

Third-rate mage Wei Jing stopped dead. After agonizing over it, he decided that cleaning would do, too!

He revealed himself, his robes flowing elegantly as he stepped forward with graceful poise.

“I’m here to apply for the cleaning job.”

The steward stared in shock. “The castle doesn’t need a cleaner right now.”

Wei Jing put on an earnest expression. “...I can do anything.”

Two years ago, the Lord of Aradir had fought ten thousand enemies single-handedly and been gravely wounded in a battle to defend his territory. The territory’s magic arrays were damaged, and their protective power had been weakening ever since. The lord withdrew further and further from the world, and the continent of Tokalan stopped singing his praises.

Wei Jing moved into Aradir Castle. He wiped the windows in the morning and mopped the floors at night, making the castle sparkle. Thanks to his diligent work ethic and warm, easygoing manner, he earned everyone’s approval.

At last, on a dark and windy night, while the great mage Wei Jing was mopping the floor, a low voice sounded behind him, edged with a suppressed pant:

“So you’re the little fellow who said he’d do anything...?”

Wei Jing immediately turned and bowed deeply. “Yes, my lord.”

“You have nowhere else to go. Aradir is the only place that can take you in.”

Wei Jing nodded vigorously. “Yes, my lord!”

“So you know how to keep your mouth shut. You won’t reveal any secrets.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Come here. I need you to help me with something.”

A tall figure emerged from the darkness and led Wei Jing to his lavish bedroom, then to his spacious bed. His husky voice was charged with an unusual heat.

“Have you ever heard of egg-laying season?”

Wei Jing: ...????

After securing the position of Aradir’s chief mage, Wei Jing connected with his old home on Earth, asking for money, supplies, and people. He took up farming, built roads and cities, opened trade routes...

With one hand, he built up the territory; with the other, he looked after the lord’s health. Fueled by faith, one day he would make the gods pay.

Territory-building in the early part, romance later on.

Gentle, scheming “mage” seme VS devoted, domineering female-insect lord uke.

That’s right, my insects lay unfertilized eggs. That’s the kind of play this is.

Content warnings:

1. The seme absolutely dotes on the uke, and the uke dotes on the seme, too. This is a damn pure-love couple story. If you come here yapping about the seme doting on the uke, or complaining that the couple’s love is messed up, please roll on out of here. I’ll delete your comments, seriously.

2. The seme’s perspective is just the story’s point of entry. It doesn’t mean there won’t be any uke perspective. That may change as the plot develops, though I don’t yet know how much.

3. Extreme fans of either role should stay away.

4. There’s an insectoid-race setting, but it’s a real hodgepodge. The main setting is this magical continent. There’s lots of territory-building early on and lots of romance later.

5. This isn’t a typical Western fantasy novel.

6. I haven’t planned any sexual behavior before the leads meet. If you’re wondering whether they’re pure, my protagonists are spotless and chaste. Thank you.

7. I’ll say more if I think of anything. Also, the protagonists aren’t perfect. If you dislike their behavior or character, you can simply leave. I sincerely hope you find a novel you love online.

8. Lastly, don’t insult people. Thanks.

Theme: On barren land, even ordinary people can defy fate