Zerg: Seduction! A brutal and insane female Zerg dotes on me.

The Eternal Night is the coldest period in the far north. To keep warm, the water temperature in the baths has been raised considerably, and the already steamy rooms are now at least 30 degrees Celsius.

Yan Kai has a lot of internal heat, and after soaking in the water for only ten minutes, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The female insect, on the other hand, always has a low body temperature and often needs to be covered for a while before it becomes slightly warm.

"Would you like a pot of wine heated up?"

Yan Kai touched Yalta's cold arm and asked.

The female insect rested her forehead on her arm, her voice listless: "Red Duck Brew." It was the wine Yan Kai had drunk at the last auction.

"Okay, you keep soaking, I'll go get it done."

"Ah."

Low temperatures do have some effect on female insects; they become particularly lethargic and want to hibernate. After all, they are insects and retain certain biological characteristics.

Yan Kai touched his wet long hair, took a towel from the low cabinet next to him and draped it over his shoulders, then went to get the wine.

I originally thought red would be easy to recognize, but when I opened the cabinet I found there were about twenty or thirty different shades, and I had no idea where to start.

"I have a suggestion."

The female insect didn't even lift her eyelids: "Rejected."

Yan Kai: ?

"Please let me finish."

"I don't want to hear it."

Yan Kai clicked his tongue: "You need to learn to listen to the different opinions of your subordinates."

"You just need to obey orders."

Yan Kai glanced back speechlessly; the boy looked like a rebellious teenager.

He said directly, "These wines should be labeled, otherwise there are too many similar varieties and they'll be hard to tell them apart."

Yalta looked up and said disdainfully, "Isn't red easy to recognize?"

Yan Kai turned to the side, opened the cabinet door, and let him see for himself: "There are at least ten kinds in this bright red cabinet alone."

"Just pick any bottle."

"alright."

Yan Kai grabbed the closest bottle of wine, pulled out his old thermos, picked up two pieces of alcohol, and walked over to the female insect, shaking the bottle vigorously: "Did I guess right?"

Yalta rested his elbows on the edge of the pool, tilted his head back, and hummed softly, "Not too stupid."

"Tsk."

Yan Kai placed the small stove, put the alcohol in, lit it, and illuminated a small piece of white jade. Not far away, a piece of red that had begun to bloom caught his eye. He reached out and touched it, and his heart skipped a beat.

is blood.

"Yalta."

"explain."

"Give me your hand."

Yalta opened his eyes, his fingertips, which were submerged in water, curled slightly, then closed his eyes again: "Warm your wine."

Yan Kai put down the wine jug, not intending to listen this time. He took a few steps forward, squatted down beside him, and earnestly repeated, "Take your hand out and let me see it."

Yalta suddenly felt a surge of irritation, a dangerous glint flashing in his narrowed eyes, his voice cold and hard: "Are you ordering me around?"

Yan Kai could sense the female insect's resistance and hesitated; he didn't want to argue.

But when his gaze fell on the edge of the white jade again, his eyes flickered. The original white gap was filled with dark red, extending into a long line that only stopped at the very top of the bath.

This is practically an opportunity delivered right to our doorstep...

Yan Kai frowned, his tone becoming somewhat forceful: "Yalta, you're injured."

The female insect clearly disliked his tone: "Watch your attitude."

Yan Kai softened his voice again: "I'm sorry, I was just worried about your injuries."

The female insect twitched her ear tips but didn't respond. It was just a small wound; there was no need to make a fuss about it.

"Yalta."

When Yan Kai saw that he was ignoring her, she started to flirt and beg for his attention.

He knew that female insects were most susceptible to this tactic.

"Yalta~"

"Don't shout."

bother.

She kept rambling on and on.

"Yalta."

"Don't call me."

"Yalta."

The female insect, having reached her limit, exclaimed, "Are you deliberately trying to antagonize me?"

Yan Kai wrapped his arms around Yalta's neck and nuzzled his forehead: "I'll just take a look."

"It's just a minor injury; it will be completely healed by the time you see it."

Yan Kai was internally cursing at his lack of cooperation.

What if I had some special ability, like healing in a second?

If you're injured and left soaking in water, the wound will fester!

"Yalta, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just genuinely concerned."

This stubborn little devil won't listen to reason, so Yan Kai deliberately adjusted his expression, lowering his eyebrows, drooping his eyelids, and slightly pursing his lips, conveying just the right amount of worry. How could he not win over this little brat!

Yalta's entire being screamed rejection, yet she couldn't stand the male insect's appearance. Extremely impatient, she raised her arm and placed it on the edge of the pool, saying irritably, "Look! I'll just cut it off and let you look at it to your heart's content."

Yan Kai's plan succeeded. He carefully took Yan Kai's hand and placed it in his own palm. Looking at the wound that had been soaked white, he suddenly raised his voice: "A minor injury?"

Yalta glanced at him indifferently: "Otherwise?"

He had suffered countless injuries, big and small, each one far more serious than this.

"This is a very serious injury for me."

Yan Kai said very seriously.

He didn't know how the female insect had created such a self-inflicted wound, which was pitted and uneven, running through his entire palm. A lot of flesh was turned out from the gaps, and in some places there was only a pit, with the bits of flesh inside already dug out, leaving a small blackish-red hole.

Yalta scoffed, "Male insects are precious; even breaking a tiny fingernail is a big deal."

"I'm not kidding you."

"I'm not kidding you either."

"Yalta, don't hurt yourself."

Yan Kai felt that such behavior was completely inconsistent with the arrogant and domineering Yalta.

If he's unhappy, he should do what he did when they first met: poke a few holes in the other person's body, instead of making himself look so pathetic.

"You talk too much."

Yalta was somewhat annoyed.

Yan Kai lowered his head and said earnestly, "Don't do that next time, it makes me uncomfortable."

The female insect turned around in surprise, meeting the male insect's undisguised gaze, and paused for a moment before replying, "It's none of your business."

"Tch—I am your insect servant, so it is my duty to care about your health."

Yan Kai carefully avoided the wound on his palm and instead tugged at his wrist: "Get up, I'll put some medicine on you."

"No need."

The female insect has a strong self-healing ability and will recover within two days.

Yan Kai was already used to the insect's stubbornness. He kicked the wine bottle into the bathtub and then shrugged innocently: "I was really too careless to dirty the water. Please punish me, Chief."

If you're so capable, stay in your hole and don't come out.

Yalta looked at the red liquid bubbling up from the ground and could only get up helplessly: "You made this mess, you clean it up."

"Understood." Yan Kai grabbed a towel from the side and wrapped it around his completely soaked hair, then took off his own bathrobe and draped it over him.

Yalta gave the male insect a deep look, then said nothing and walked past him first.

Yan Kai had seen a medicine box in the drawer when he got the wine before, and after searching around, he found it in the bottom cabinet. Most of the Zerg's medicines were gelatinous, simply packaged, and the words and descriptions on them were even more straightforward and blunt.

He carefully examined the instructions, muttering to himself as he flipped through them: "Stop bleeding from external injuries... disinfection... oh, there are even adhesive bandages. Should I wrap this with gauze? I don't think so... Oh well, I'll wrap it with gauze, so he won't have to go through all that trouble..."

After some careful selection, I still took the entire medicine box out.

Pushing open the room door, the female insect, unusually obedient, leaned quietly against the headboard, tapping away on her laptop with two fingers, seemingly doing nothing, but mainly ignoring everyone.

Yan Kai sat down on the edge of the bed and said to him, "Give me your hand."

Yalta put away his laptop: "Troublesome."

"You brought this trouble on yourself."

How come I never realized you were so sharp-tongued?

There are many things you haven't noticed.

Yan Kai bent down and carefully scraped off the whitish dead skin with tweezers, but he couldn't hold it at all; it had all softened into mud and crumbled at the slightest touch.

Yalta watched him move gently, occasionally exhaling a breath as if afraid of hurting him, and said with a strange expression, "I'm not afraid of pain."

"I'm afraid of pain, is that okay?"

"Did you hurt your hand?"

"In my heart."

Yalta used to think that sweet talkers were the worst kind of people, but now that it's his turn, he finds that he falls for it himself and enjoys it very much. He can no longer bring himself to say anything to refuse or express his dislike.

"You certainly have a sweet tongue."

Yan Kai leaned over and kissed the female insect's lips: "Try it."

Yalta turned his head away in disgust: "It stinks."

It smelled entirely of smoke.

I can't let him smoke next time.

"You're lying, you love my mouth the most."

"roll."

After applying the medicine, Yan Kai carefully wrapped the bandage around his hand several times and finally tied a pretty bow on the back of his hand: "I've bandaged you up. You're not allowed to do anything for the next few days. Let me do everything, including but not limited to eating, sleeping, bathing, and using the toilet. Just tell me if you need anything, Chief."

Yalta looked down at his palm. He had been injured countless times since childhood, and this was probably the first time he had to apply medicine and bandage such a small wound. To be honest, it looked really ugly.

He tugged at the crooked bandages, a strange flutter running through his heart, a bittersweet feeling filling his chest, along with a vague unease. He had made exceptions for this male insect far too many times.

* *

Alitus stood silently amidst the wind and snow, its towering searchlights shining as brightly as day, like a morning star piercing the eternal night, dispelling boundless fear.

In Longkoda, the royal palace is not only for the King Insects; various princes, dukes, high priests, and generals with outstanding military achievements are also entitled to a place to live.

The previous King Chong had many wives, concubines, and children. Just accommodating these insects required two buildings. In addition, there were over a thousand guards, patrolmen, and servants on standby.

At this moment, in the secluded low building on the west side, three male insects that Yalta brought back from the auction are imprisoned, and they are endlessly worried about their future fate.

Guria, once a prodigy, could never accept her fate and kept clamoring to see her older brother, Yalta.

"Come on, bug! Come on, bug! Come on, bug! I'm not a bug! You have no right to lock me up!"

"I want to see Yalta! He's my own brother! He won't refuse to see me!"

"Did you hear me! Let me out! I am the King Insect! You cannot treat me with such disrespect!"

Outside the door, the soldiers on duty remained unmoved.

They work in eight-hour shifts and have already taken turns several times. Perhaps some soft-hearted female insects would have relayed the message for him once or twice before, but clearly these two have no such intention now.

Guria rubbed her reddened palms, growing increasingly angry: "Hey! You stupid female insects! I'll make you regret this!"

When Joan heard Guria start cursing at the soldiers outside, she quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Guria, please don't say such things anymore. We are no longer the noble males we once were. Please be more polite to the females."

Guria was pampered and spoiled since childhood. She was of noble status and had an eccentric personality. Even when she was locked up with these nobles, she looked down on these two male insects who did not know how to resist.

He arrogantly raised his chin, his every move still carrying the arrogance of the past, his words full of disdain: "These idiots! They can't survive without males. I'll just wait for them to come begging to me in their estrus cycle."

Joan shook her head: "Guria, they have a million ways to force you to comply. We can't go back now."

"Shut up, Joan! You cowardly, incompetent male!"

Nolan, the youngest member of the La Vegas family, the largest merchant guild in Lonkoda, had a fiery temper: "Guria, you're the one who should shut up! Haven't you had enough of a beating yet?"

"hehe--"

Guria raised an eyebrow dismissively and let out a strange sneer.

"My brother is Yalta. I'd like to see which insect dares to lay a finger on me now!"

Nolan was utterly fed up with Guria's stupidity. He kicked him to the ground and sneered mercilessly, "Use your tiny brain to think properly. If Yalta had any intention, why would they lock you up here?"

Guria covered her bruised and bleeding mouth and angrily accused, "You're insane! Nolan!"

"You're the one who's crazy! You think you're something precious? I think you're just asking for a beating!"

Guria had never suffered such humiliation before. She flailed her arms wildly, trying to grab Nolan: "I'm going to fight you to the death!"

Nolan had learned some self-defense techniques and easily dodged the attack: "Foolish insect, come on, I'll give you one hand, let me see how powerful you are!"

"You've enraged me, Nolan. I'm not done with you yet!"

"I'm not done with you yet! Today I'll beat you to a pulp so you won't be a burden to us later!"

Nolan showed no mercy, delivering a series of punches that left Guria helpless except for covering his head and begging for mercy: "Ah—ahhh—help!"

Fearing for the insects' lives, Joan quickly stepped in to break up the fight: "Nolan! Nolan! Stop fighting!"

"Look at his mouth! He'll get us killed sooner or later!"

Guria's beautiful face was covered in blood as she stretched her neck and screamed desperately, "Help! Help! Insect kill! Insect kill! Come quick, insects!"

诺兰甩了甩手腕，恶狠狠警告：“闭嘴！在嚷嚷老子继续揍你！”

Guria cowered in terror, crying and begging for mercy: "I know I was wrong! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Nolan then stopped.

Joan sighed and helped Guria up: "I'll take you back to your room."

This time, Guli did not refuse. With Joan's help, he limped to the bed, grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself completely, trembling with fear.

Joan patted his back reassuringly: "Don't worry, Guria, everything will be alright."

Suddenly, Guria grabbed the male insect's sleeve tightly, and large tears welled up in her eyes: "No, no! Joan! Joan, please help me!"

Joan didn't want to get involved, as she was already in a precarious situation herself, but seeing Guria's panicked state, she figured something must have happened. After a moment's thought, she decided to stay: "What happened?"

"Yalta wants to give me to the High Priest to help him get through his heat cycle, this is terrifying! Joan, you have to help me, you have to go in my place! Joan!"

Rumor has it that the high priests are all insect-eating demons, not only incredibly ugly but also with countless quirks. No male insect sent to them ever has a good ending!

Guria always considered himself a noble descendant of royalty, and he could not tolerate such humiliation.

"High Priest..."

The image of the red-haired, black-robed female insect at the coming-of-age ceremony flashed through Qiong's mind; it must be him, right?