After My Ex's Crematorium

In the star calendar year 4348, an explosive announcement brought the entire Star Net to a standstill: Sezi, the Zerg's first male, was dead. There were no remains; his body had been blasted to ashes.

And as his only widow: Tolan.

At the First Male's funeral, Tolan did not shed a single tear, not even a crocodile's, before taking the enormous inheritance left by the male Zerg and going off to live it up.

Rumors flew everywhere as Tolan moved on to a second, third, and fourth romance...

"A 24-karat pure scumbag bug! Shameless! You've dragged Sezi's name through the mud." The surfing champion, Little Prince Osa, gritted his teeth.

Yet another piece of trash from a dead ex-husband's past.

"Thanks for the compliment, little boy!" Tolan laughed like a little demon at the spiteful comment that had been bumped to the top, then left a voice message in reply.

"A little puppy like you, jumping around and making a fuss, isn't Sezi's type. Want me to wear Sezi's pheromone ring and give you a good..."

Tolan leaned close to his brain terminal, his teasing voice a little hook. "Hmm?" He left plenty to the imagination.

Damn! He's already been marked by a male master, and he still can't behave? After a moment of silence, the comments piled up like crazy.

"Baby! I'm game! Pick me!" Countless female Zerg rushed to reply. "I'm handsome! Young and skilled! Look at me, hubby!"

See? That's just Zerg nature, Tolan sneered.

Even with Sezi gone, countless female Zerg would still go wild for his pheromones, entranced and throwing themselves at him one after another.

A delicate, beautiful, devoted widower top x a pack of possessive, unhinged bottoms fighting over him

Content warnings:

The top is a male Zerg, but was raised as a female Zerg. His former husband was a monster and did many coercive things to make him bend. The top experiences some physical abuse and has psychological issues.

Updates when inspiration strikes; a bit melodramatic.

This is a fictional setting with no relation to reality. Please do not draw parallels to real life.

Theme: A forcibly picked melon isn't sweet