Mei Fannao, a nobody in the entertainment industry, starts every morning by performing a ritual and praying to every god out there to let him transmigrate into the insect race.
As everyone knows, becoming a male insect is like a poor nobody getting rich overnight. In no time at all, you get to live like an emperor: eat your fill, drink your fill, and never lift a finger, while a huge salary gets deposited into your account automatically on schedule. The government takes care of your lifelong commitment, with all kinds of handsome men lining up at your door, waiting for you to choose one. You don't even have to work hard. Just be a little different, and countless people will go crazy for you... Damn, just imagining that life makes me not want to strive for anything anymore. QAQ
Reality, however, is never as rosy as the ideal. The moment Mei Fannao transmigrated, he was dumbfounded. No special treatment as a male insect adored by all, no Male Insect Protection Act, no government-assigned wife. The era of easy benefits had long since passed!
And that's not even the worst of it. After a New Culture Movement, female insects experienced a great awakening. The old order of male superiority and female subordination had all but collapsed. The survival of the species was barely being maintained through gene cloning. Female insects would rather suffer through their heat cycles until they died than bow to male insects, and relations between the sexes had hit rock bottom.
The males and females had established separate republics, and relations between the sexes were strictly controlled. Young male and female insects gazed at each other from afar, across the boundless starry sea.
Put simply, every male insect in the entire insect race was single.
Mei Fannao: "...I was even prepared to be a stud, and you're telling me my wife has vanished into thin air?"
And that's not all. As an undocumented male insect who was arrested the moment he arrived, and the only one ever arrested by the Female Insect Republic, Mei Fannao was given two options by the provisional government:
1. Be executed by firing squad as a public example.
2. Join the restricted-film industry and "bring warmth" to the female warriors who had suffered for far too long. (Note: The films must ease the suffering of female insects during their heat cycles without any physical contact. Ideally, they should restore the physical condition of the female soldiers to their peak. Naturally, the ultimate goal is to find a way to produce healthy, strong offspring without pain... 100,000 words omitted.)
Mei Fannao, former low-ranking nobody, was numb. Are you messing with me? I thought every male insect was a treasure of the empire.
Never mind whether making films does anything for your physical and mental health. Have you ever heard of anyone getting pregnant from watching a movie?
[Content Warnings]
1. The films are romance movies and melodramatic soap operas. The top is a genuine loser: decent, but without a bottom line, an ordinary working-class person trying to get by.
2. Most young male insects in this setting still have a conscience. Male and female insects become hopeless romantics from watching dramas, then sneak across the border to date. Their numbers grow so large that they drive a change in the law. Things will work out happily in the end.
3. This blurb was written on September 25, 2025. It may be revised, but the core premise will remain.
Theme: Bravely dedicating yourself to the performing arts you love
