Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 10 Do You Need Me To Sleep With You?
"I'm already the only servant in this block who hasn't prepared these things." She said to Claire very regretfully: "I hope you can let me prepare as soon as possible."

Claire pursed her lips, and replied tactfully: "I would prefer to talk about it when I'm fatter, because I'm not able to conceive now because of the disease."

Of course, she has no objection to the fact that sleeping with a beautiful duck can save her life, but her current physical condition is in stark contrast to the other's physique, which can easily cause her to be injured.

"Ms. Eva has already told me about your situation. This does not prevent you from having more physical contact with the commander."

"Come on, I'll take you to your bedroom."

Martina led her up the wooden stairs next to the study. The handrail was made of a whole tree trunk, painted red to match the color of the brown wooden steps.

Here, you don't realize that this is 7022 technological furniture.

The commander's bedroom is on the second floor, which occupies most of the space and contains many facilities. Claire's bedroom is on the third floor, a small bedroom with only one white window.

There is only a wardrobe and a single bed inside, and there is a bedside table next to the bed to put the alarm clock. The only thing that makes her happy is that she has a separate bathroom with a small porcelain white bathtub built in.

"That's about it. It's getting late on Monday today. You can wash and change your clothes and go down." Martina turned and left after giving instructions.

Claire opened the closet, and there were five identical white dresses hanging in a row, plus two identical white cloaks.

She frowned, touched the collar on her neck, and then slammed the cabinet door.

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The mechanical clock struck midnight in the living room, and the car engine was turned off.

"I heard from Mrs. Rowling that you brought back human beings? Are you finally aware of the reproductive crisis?" The gentle voice was full of curiosity.

Cassius glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "If you want to cause damage, don't leave a clue, and let me clean up the mess for you."

There was a silence of more than ten seconds in the car, and a deep male voice sighed, "Thank you."

"Stupid plot." A cold voice responded.

The slender legs stepped out of the car door, and the unmanned military vehicle left quickly.

When the sound of footsteps came from the stairs, Claire, who was sleeping against the wall, woke up suddenly. She waited for an unknown number of hours and finally waited for him to come back.

She smoothed out her hair randomly, and put on the kneeling posture popular among Japanese on the floor.

Wearing a black shirt and wearing a military uniform under his arm, the young commander walked up to the second floor. His expression was indifferent, and he didn't have any extra eyes on Claire. He only strode into the bedroom.

Claire didn't think much, stood up and followed.

"Commander." She called after him.

Cassius casually threw the military uniform on the sofa at the end of the bed, turned his face sideways, and gave her a cold look.

Claire met those eyes, and tightened her fingers, "Today is Monday, and I want to sleep with you as usual."

Before he came back, she had already prepared enough for herself to speak such suggestive words without any pressure at all.

"Get out," Cassius said, staring at her.

Well, this is also Claire's expected answer. She always felt that the commander should not keep her for some reason to continue the bloodline.

She thinks that a big reason may come from Mrs. Rowling, a mother who always hopes that her son will get married and have children as soon as possible.

Claire relaxed her facial expression, and thanked him earnestly, "You saved me twice, if there is anything that needs me, please let me know."

She walked to the door, turned around and looked at the handsome man standing under the cold light, "Go to bed early, good night."

The door was closed, Cassius looked away, walked to the desk and sat down, and took out the special medical kit in the drawer.

He put his right arm on the table, rolled up his sleeve, and peeled off a layer of artificial skin to reveal the mechanical arm inside.

Taking out the tools in the medical box, Cassius began to conduct routine inspections on the mechanical arm with a blank expression.

When Claire returned to the room, she lay on her back on the big bed. She didn't feel sleepy at all. She was thinking about how to live better in this house.

First of all, the first thing to do is to hug the commander's thigh, and secondly, she cannot conceive and give birth to a child, because she will probably be sent to a human corrections center or exchange after giving birth, and the place of exchange is Human race, she thought about it carefully, and felt that the current situation there must be similar to that of the orc empire, with endless exchanges, births, and so on.

Thinking about it this way, apart from the commander's home, there is only an unreachable safe zone like Hope, which is her only way out.

Claire curled up under the blanket and slowly closed her eyes.

In the morning, she woke up an hour earlier than the alarm clock set.

She was going to the commander's bedroom to collect the military uniform she wore yesterday and wash it.

She stepped down the wooden stairs, knocked on the door twice, and walked in when she saw that the door was unlocked.

He was not in the bedroom, and there was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Claire didn't look around, only picked up the clothes he left on the sofa at the end of the bed last night.

There was a badge pinned to the black military uniform, and she carefully took it off and put it on the desk, then walked around to the bed to open his wardrobe.

Seeing the all-black military uniform and black shirt inside, Claire raised the corners of her lips.

It now appears that she and the commander have something else in common besides being human.

The water in the bathroom stopped at some point.

Hot air gushed out from the open door, and Cassius walked out barefoot. What he saw was the short girl stepping up to reach the military cap he had placed in the top compartment of the wardrobe.

He narrowed his eyes.

"what are you doing?"

The tone without any emotion suddenly appeared in the bedroom.

Claire reached for the military cap, she put the things in her arms very calmly, turned around, and smiled at the expressionless man in the bathrobe, "Let me help you put away the clothes you are going to wear today."

She put the clothes neatly on the bed, and pointed to the badge she put on the table, "I took that off, remember to wear it."

Cassius watched her walk up and down in a scrutinizing manner until she came up to him with the dirty laundry in her arms.

Claire looked up at him, "I didn't cut the fruit for you yesterday, you came back too late, do you want to eat this morning?"

Cassius' eyes were cold and silent, "Martina asked you to do these?"

"She only asked me to prepare fruit for you. As for the rest, I saw it on the female treaty. I want to serve you." Claire played the role of a nanny dutifully.

She didn't escape his penetrating gaze, because she wasn't hiding any lies.

(End of this chapter)