697: Sexual Harassment!

Sexual Harassment!

Despite having no idea why His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly asked a question like this upon waking up, Dr. Feng still contemplated seriously. He thought that the description of the pills sounded a tad familiar. However, he was not proficient in the medical field and was unable to give a firm answer for fear that he would get it wrong. In the end, he summoned Dr. Xiao, the former royal doctor, into the medical room and asked for her opinion.1

Only then did Zeke receive an answer to his doubt.

Half of Dr. Xiao's face was covered in a surgical mask, yet the deep furrow in her brows was already enough to indicate how puzzled and troubled she was. "That medicine… I know a bit. It is a sleeping pill, but it can also be considered a knockout drug. The effect is quite strong and thus, only a few specialists are allowed to prescribe it. Generally, it is only used for people with severe insomnia. Even then because of the high dosage, it is not recommended to consume it in the long run because it will cause some unpleasant side effects. Why are you asking about this, Your Highness?"

Zeke was stunned. He recalled the large bottle that was half filled with pills and for some inexplicable reason, felt cold shivers running down his spine. "Then… what if someone takes five to six pills at once?"

Dr. Xiao was aghast. "Five or six pills at once?! Who is it?! Are they crazy?!"

Zeke took a deep breath. Alright, now he could basically confirm that what the stupid assassin did was tantamount to suicide. But he could not explain why he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, nor why his throat felt blocked as if he had choked on something. 

With Dr. Xiao's explanation, everything suddenly became crystal clear. The assassin's uncannily pale complexion, his withdrawn demeanor, his dull and hollow eyes… he must have suffered from severe insomnia for a prolonged period of time. Once again, Zeke recalled the way he wept silently on the cold ground as though he was bearing all the suffering in the world within those beautiful eyes of his. 

Exactly how deep of a damage his Imperial Father had done to this man? What kind of life had he been living up to now? He… how heavy was the burden he had been carrying on his shoulders?

Thanks to his illness, every emotion Zeke felt had been fleeting. He had been angry when the Crown Prince secretly sent an assassin to kill him – in fact, rather than hatred, he was more annoyed that his brother had repeatedly caused trouble for him. But once he retaliated, he was able to quickly put everything behind him and would not mind it anymore. Even when he found out that the massacre in the Imperial Palace had been reality instead of mere simulation, he could quickly recover from it after a little shock.

Just like a pool of serene and unperturbed lake, no matter how small or large the stones that were thrown inside, it would immediately return to its usual tranquility as if nothing had happened in the first place. 

Hatred, despair, rage, grudges, sorrow… all of them were very unfamiliar to him.

That's why he was shocked to discover that as soon as he started to wonder what kind of hardship the assassin had gone through, he had an urge to go back to the Imperial Palace, shake the King's corpse back to life and gave him a few good kicks for good measure. 

What was this? Had he felt distressed for the assassin?

But this had gone far, far beyond his usual capacity to feel…

"Your Highness?" Dr. Xiao was concerned when she saw that Zeke's complexion looked off. "Are you alright? Have you come across this medicine inside the simulator?"

Zeke gave a noncommittal hum. He glossed over what he had just gone through and asked to see the result of the simulation instead. 

As expected, it was not that easy to cure this illness of his. Zeke had thought that the assassin had managed to compel some unknown emotions within him, yet the data result by the system showed otherwise. He was still the old him – a cold, unfeeling and emotionless monster.

"How do you want to proceed?" Dr. Feng asked. "I recommend that you take one or two days off before trying again."

How the hell was he supposed to take days off, Zeke grumbled inwardly. Then wouldn't it mean that no one was there to watch over the stupid assassin in case he was up to no good again? As of now, he was not even certain if he could keep entering the little kitten's body every single time! Facing Dr. Feng, he plastered a business smile on his face and refused outright, "There's no need to rest. I want to directly enter another simulation."

Dr. Xiao worriedly tried to persuade him, but Zeke was very stubborn. Once he had made up his mind, nobody would be able to tell him otherwise. Inwardly, he was also feeling confused. Just why was he so fixated on the assassin? It's not like it would kill him not to see the man for one or two days. It was like he was obsessed or something…

Zeke was stunned when the word flashed through his mind. Obsessed. It was a word that contained such a strong emotion that was completely foreign to him. How could an unfeeling monster like him be obsessed with someone? Shaking his head, Zeke convinced himself that he was just feeling bad for the assassin and wanted to compensate him on behalf of the deceased King. It must be all there was to it.

After he adjusted his mentality, Zeke returned to the medical cabin.

He had expected to see the stupid assassin still in deep slumber after all the pills he had taken. As such, he was utterly caught off guard when he woke up only to find himself face-to-face with the man's silver eyes. Again. It was practically a déjà vu!

Just as he was opening his mouth to call him out, he suddenly discovered that… his position did not seem quite right.

Wait a minute… when he went to sleep earlier, hadn't he curled himself up beside the stupid assassin's head? Then right now, why was he sprawled on his back with… with the stupid assassin's hands on him?! And if he had not seen wrong, then a split second before their eyes met, this man had been staring at… his chest! His bare, naked chest! 

What the fuck?!

Zeke's fur immediately exploded as he wiggled all his four short paws to scratch the assassin's face, hissing in shame and anger. "Miw miw miw!!" What do you think you're doing?! This is sexual harassment! Sexual harassment, do you hear me?! Do you think you can touch my body as you please just because I am a cat?!!

Seeing that Zeke was awake, an awkward look flashed through the man's eyes before he let go of the wrathful kitten. But soon, he schooled his expression until nothing could be seen on it. 

Zeke was not prepared for the man to let go of him so suddenly. He lost his balance and rolled a few times on the bed, almost making himself dizzy. Giving his little head a shake, Zeke shot up to his feet to face the assassin again, demanding while brandishing his claws as if placing a knife on the enemy's throat, "Miw miw!!" Fess up! What are you up to just now, huh?!

Much to his surprise, perhaps because the rage in his body language was too vivid, the assassin understood what he wanted to ask for once. He pursed his lips, then gave a rare explanation. "You were not breathing just now. I was just checking if… you're still alive."

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