Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 8 You have to return the commander's coat
For some reason, she quickly recognized that he was the human commander who got off the fighter plane, and his voice was exactly the same as the tone that came out of the spaceship radio at that time.

Mrs. Rowling asked for a clean human being, and it turned out to be given to him.

The traitor of the human race, the hero of the orc race.

She moved her lips and said dryly, "I am a gift."

The man's muscular body stood upright, and the warm light cast a honey-colored shadow on his pale skin. He stared at her for a while without any emotion in his eyes, and turned to leave indifferently.

He is not happy with her.

Claire panicked, her hand grabbed the unwrinkled military uniform corner faster than her brain moved, the sudden movement caused the needle on her arm to be pulled out, and the gauze-wrapped palm grabbed the corner of the dress trembling slightly.

Regardless of the pain, she looked up at him and begged, "Help me."

Claire is very aware of the fact that she has offended Ms. Eva because she failed to escape. If the human commander does not want her, she will most likely face inhuman punishment. This is clear when she sees those obedient females , as a human being, the end will only be worse.

She had to find an umbrella for herself, and humans in orc territory were the only ones she could accept.

The man stopped in his tracks, turned his face halfway, and said in a calm voice, "Let go."

Claire's grip tightened, and she let the wound tear to bleed again, and with her other intact hand, she lifted the quilt and climbed off the bed.

There was a piercing pain when the soles of her feet touched the cold ground, she grunted and slowly moved to him.

When Claire, who was as tall as Cassius's shoulder, faced him, she faced absolute pressure from the opponent's temperament.

It was the special aura left over from the long-term expedition battlefield, and the sense of panic reached its peak at this moment.

Claire let go of the hem of his shirt, and tremblingly went to undo the striped buttons on her hospital gown, "I managed to survive a stupid M5 leukemia, and I still want to live, so I I beg you, Commander Cassius, don't send me to the Human Reformation Center, let me stay by your side and do whatever I want."

The injured finger trembled even more, and every time one was removed, blood flowed from the palm, dripped down the wrist, and fell to the ground, blooming bloody flowers.

Cassius watched her undo it expressionlessly, until this extremely poorly nourished body was completely exposed in front of his eyes.

The exposed body was only skin and bones, and the skin was dark, which was very ugly.

There was finally a change in his eyes, the closer to the center of the pupil, the dark irises were smudged into a very light brown, the frightening sense of oppression was slightly reduced, and there was no desire at all.

"What's your name?" He asked indifferently.

"Claire." Claire replied with lowered eyes, the clothes fell at her feet, and the central air conditioner at the top blew cold wind, and she began to tremble uncontrollably with her arms folded around her chest.

The man in front of him began to unbutton his military uniform after a brief silence. His fingers were beautiful, with slender knuckles, fair skin, and bulging veins on the back of his hands.

To put it bluntly, this commander is perfect, whether it's his face or any part of his body, Claire can't find any faults.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes silently, as if she had slept with a duck, there was nothing to be afraid of.

And it wasn't until the cold military jacket covered her face, the wide robe wrapped her body, and the fresh, orange-like fragrance rushed into her nose, that Claire's cranky thoughts and mental construction came to an abrupt end.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and through the gap in her clothes, she saw only a pair of shiny black leather shoes passing by.

What's the meaning.
Hearing the sound of leather shoes going away, she immediately tore off the suit on her head and put it on her shoulders, and turned to look for someone.

The brightness of the originally warm-toned room suddenly increased.

On a huge milky white glass window next to her hospital bed, the fog cleared and the window became transparent and clear, revealing the middle-aged woman and Ms. Eva in an elegant dress behind.

Her every move just now was under the surveillance of others.

Claire dropped her hands, her face full of bewilderment.

"That's her?"

A gentle and pleasant female voice came from outside the door.

"En." The man squeezed out a word from his throat in a low and indifferent manner, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Ms. Eva came in wearing a white cloak, her previous angry attitude was swept away, only kindness remained, "You have to return the commander's coat."

Giving clothes represents consent.

Claire figured it out, and she was safe for the time being.

"Since you don't have any experience in childbirth, you must attend the reformatory courses on time." Ms. Eva said with a smile.

As soon as she heard about the correctional facility, Claire raised her eyelids and looked at her vigilantly, "The human correctional facility?"

"Of course you enjoy the same treatment as females, my dear." Eva stepped forward to touch her face lovingly, "It is your responsibility to give birth to the blood of Commander Cassius, don't let me and Luo Mrs. Lynn is disappointed."

"Understood." Claire lowered her eyelids, trying her best to behave submissively.

The ward became quiet again, and a female doctor came in to re-bandage Claire's wound.

"You need to come here regularly for nutritional injections, because your current body is not suitable for pregnancy."

The doctor's words made Claire breathe a sigh of relief again, "Okay."

For the next three days, no one came to trouble her again. She was only quietly imprisoned in the ward. After the special medicine made the wound no longer affect her actions, she was allowed to change into a white dress and sit on the command post of Cassius. The official residence car.

She also held a black book in her hand, and Ms. Eva warned her that she must learn the contents by heart.

There are various treaties that restrict females, such as not being able to wear clothes other than the prescribed skirts, not traveling alone without a bodyguard, not having any movements or eye contact with strange male orcs, not having any social activities, and regular hospital checkups for pregnancy situation etc.
All kinds of things that restrict the freedom of life are almost all listed in the so-called female protection treaty, and there are also various punishments.

In the face of treaty punishments violated by disobedient females, most of them follow the human race's whipping, torture, and tooth extraction. These painful punishments do not affect fertility and recover quickly.

Claire finally understood why Judith called this treaty bullshit. Who could bear the humiliation of trampling a female into the mud without any human rights?
It sounds good to say that they are the most noble females, but in fact they are the least dignified goods.

Females are not only reproductive machines, bed partners, but also pets that will be pulled out for exhibition in front of orc officers at any time.

In just three days, she had read all the contents of the treaty, and once again sympathized with those female orcs who could conceive and herself.

(End of this chapter)