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

Just as dawn was breaking, the raging wind and snow quietly subsided, though the air remained frigid. Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the night sky, and two dark shadows hovered endlessly in the deep blue sky, foreshadowing the approaching daybreak.

Tokar paused, looked up and gazed silently, his face hidden in the light and shadow, making it impossible to discern his emotions. After a long while, he resumed his steps and walked towards the medical department.

Guria is a Class A male insect, and even though he is currently confined in the palace, countless eyes are still watching his every move.

As long as Yalta has not secured his position as leader, they cannot afford to make any mistakes.

Tokar walked along, cursing under his breath, feeling utterly worried about Yalta. Before, as his deputy, he worried he'd charge too fast and too fiercely and get hacked to pieces by the enemy; now, as his guard, he worried he'd be hacked to pieces by those male insect supporters if he wasn't careful. He was constantly worried about him dying a violent death.

But there was nothing he could do; after all, Yalta had saved him.

The female insect's emotions are simple and straightforward.

Yalta took a knife for him, and Tokal worked for him.

Yalta was a notorious madman in the First Army Corps. He was more excited about the most dangerous missions and there was no battle he couldn't win. In just one year, he rose from a common soldier to a lieutenant general.

Tokar was not a graduate of a regular military academy. Because he was poor, he relied on his brute strength to get food when the army was recruiting. He won the selection competition and was specially recruited into the First Army Corps.

Yalta was his first superior, and he followed him through thick and thin. Perhaps because he had no worries, he was fearless. No matter how far Yalta went, he followed closely. Unsurprisingly, he was promoted to deputy.

Yalta was older than him, and after undergoing a second development, he had to retire from the front lines due to estrus disorder caused by the abuse of inhibitors. Tokar then took over his position.

However, Yalta began preparing for an uprising not long after he took office, and Torka joined without hesitation.

He was born in Rhedron, a notorious slum in Rhedron, and had long been accustomed to the darkness of the Zerg.

In the far north, prosperity is everywhere you look, but behind the glamour, there are always shadows.

They were also divided into classes: nobles, residents, the poor, and slaves.

The population of the Redar was only a few thousand. There were no laws and no regulations. The female insects there were either abandoned slaves or accidentally marked after a one-night stand. Female insects without strong financial resources and family background were completely meaningless to male insects. They did not even have the right to bind with male insects. In the end, they were silently buried by the heavy snow, without even leaving a name behind.

Tokar was probably born because of his maternal father's obsession with hatching him, and he gave up almost everything to do so.

She was a stunningly beautiful female insect who had wandered from another race. Although Reda was called a slum, there were also male insects in power there.

The female insect was clean and clear, and her appearance immediately caught their attention. Faced with the male insect's invitation, the female insect did not refuse, and in the end, she used her body to appease him twice, which successfully saved Tokar's life. Unfortunately, not long after, the female insect herself succumbed to febrile syndrome and died in the eternal night.

Tokar grew up wandering, and his greatest wish in life was to end his worthless life on the battlefield.

He never had any lofty ambitions, nor did he care about the future fate of the female insects; living was an ordeal for him.

Yalta needed help, and he happened to be of some use, so he rushed over especially for that reason.

Although joining was voluntary, working under this lunatic was really tough.

Tokal silently lit three candles in his heart and pushed open the brightly lit door of the medical department.

There were only two doctors on duty inside.

"how is the situation?"

Tokar glanced at the male insect soaking in the treatment chamber; it was pale and curled up as if it were about to die.

"The high fever almost killed him."

The male insect's body is very fragile, and the concentration of the Longkoda drug is high, so the doctor can only adjust it little by little.

Tokal nodded indifferently: "When can you come out?"

"Almost" means "barely alive".

The doctor added some sedative to the treatment fluid: "He was severely frightened and has been running a low-grade fever. We'll have to see how things go."

As they spoke, the grayish hue on the male insect gradually faded, and it began to turn rosy.

"Let me know when you wake up."

"clear."

Tokar was relieved to know that Guria wouldn't die anytime soon, but then he sighed helplessly, thinking of the last male insect left in the West Tower.

These little ones are not only physically fragile, but also mentally fragile. We should still take them to see a doctor to prevent them from getting overly frightened or developing a persistent low-grade fever, which would only cause more trouble for them!

Tokar abandoned his desire to go back to sleep, turned and headed west, never finding a moment of peace.

The gears of fate will never stop turning, and the female insects of Longkoda will never continue to live out their lives in misery.

* *

The main palace of Alitus.

Yan Kai opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the bright light of the crystal chandelier. The light blurred his vision, and it took a while for his vision to return to normal. The female insect, like a vine, was still fast asleep, wrapped around him. She had probably gone completely wild the day before, and didn't continue to cause trouble after the embrace.

Carefully moving the female insect's hands and feet away, Yan Kai sat up, pressed his throbbing temples, and felt a burning sensation in his throat. He lifted the blanket to get a glass of water.

Yalta noticed the movement beside her, stretched out her arm, and precisely wrapped her arms around the male insect's waist, pressing her entire insect firmly against him, preventing him from getting off the bed.

Yan Kai looked down and landed right on the female insect's hand. The gauze that had been wrapped earlier was nowhere to be found. The wound had not healed and instead had new scratches. It was blue and purple from the cold, and in some places the skin was broken, oozing a pale yellow oil.

He couldn't help but frown: "Tsk, what a fine pair of hands..."

They don't know how to cherish themselves at all.

madman.

Yan Kai was afraid of touching his wound and tried to remove his hand, but the female insect refused and wrapped her arms around him even tighter.

She patted his arm impatiently: "Get off me, I'll go get the first-aid kit. Your hand needs some medicine."

Yalta had his eyes closed, but his eyeballs moved slightly, indicating that he was clearly awake.

"Do not care."

It'll be fine soon anyway, why bother?

"If you keep doing this, your hand will rot sooner or later."

Yalta opened his eyes, lifted his head, and rested his head on Yan Kai's lap: "It's not rotten yet."

Yan Kai was furious: "I've never seen a self-destructive freak like you."

"That's because you're easily swayed."

"Harming yourself is the most foolish thing to do."

Yalta raised his hand high, looking at the deformed joints, without a trace of emotion, as if these wounds did not belong to him at all.

She said to Yan Kai in a cool tone, "You're doing something stupid right now."

A mere insect servant dares to speak to him like that; he'd crush it in a heartbeat.

Yan Kai could understand the meaning behind his words, and carefully held the female insect's hand, his thumb stroking the scarred back of her hand with a tenderness that he himself did not realize: "I'm concerned about you."

Yalta lowered his eyelids and remained silent for a moment.

He had heard this phrase from the male insect many times, but he didn't understand it.

Female insects are required to be independent from a young age, and injuries are a common occurrence.

No one cares how many scars the female insects have; it's the pain they're meant to endure.

Yalta had never been cared for by anyone and had no idea how to respond, so he could only remain silent.

Yan Kai didn't expect the female insect to say anything heartwarming to him. Although they had done many intimate things, they were actually separated by thousands of miles.

One distrusts, the other cannot see clearly; confused and stumbling, they test each other while fearing to get hurt, destined for a bumpy road ahead, or even an unfulfilled end.

Yan Kai didn't want to think too much about the future. The world was complicated, and Yalta's responsibilities were too heavy.

"bleeding."

Yan Kai carefully turned the female insect's palm over; there was a large patch of skin that had been frozen off and was cracked due to dryness.

"You handle it."

Yalta took the initiative to concede. He had been used to it for so many days, and if the male insect could continue to be so obedient, he wouldn't mind giving it a little more freedom.

At least within the palace of Alitus, he could live much more comfortably.

Yan Kai glanced at the listless female insect on his leg, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

Even the female insect herself might not have realized that these three simple words were inexplicably tender. Yan Kai couldn't help but wonder if he was somewhat different in the heart of this female insect.

"You're just standing there doing nothing when I give you a chance?"

Yalta withdrew his hand, urging him on with dissatisfaction.

Yan Kai quickly suppressed his chaotic emotions. He didn't put away the medicine box, but left it on the bedside table. He grabbed the female insect's hand and found that there was a lot of dirt in many wounds. He didn't know where the dirt came from, but it was all over his hands. He went to the toilet to get a basin of clean water, carefully cleaned the wounds, disinfected them, applied medicine, and then re-wrapped the bandages.

Yalta's gaze remained fixed on the male insect, watching his meticulous movements, as if he had suddenly gained an understanding of the word 'care'.

Yan Kai patted the female insect's two hands, which were wrapped up like rice dumplings, and teased, "Let's see what else you can do."

"You dislike me?"

Yan Kai raised an eyebrow: "Quite right."

I must say I really hate his self-harming behavior.

"Tch—getting more and more outrageous."

"Because you're getting crazier and crazier."

"Watch out or I'll punish you."

Yan Kai shrugged nonchalantly as he tidied up: "Whatever."

"Arrogant."

"Like master, like servant."

Yan Kai finished packing his things, turned around with a smile, and met the female insect's gaze.

Their eyes met, and an ambiguous tension arose.

Yalta sat up abruptly, his bathrobe slouching loosely: "You're talking about me again?"

Yan Kai's eyelids twitched: "No."

Yalta seemed to have no concept of shame; her long, snow-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, perfectly concealing her figure, revealing glimpses of her skin: "Let me show you how much more I can do..."

Faced with the female insect's initiative, Yan Kai always had no choice but to surrender, and his breathing became rapid for a moment.

He cursed under his breath, but his body remained completely honest, finally settling on his belt.

The silk bathrobe was of excellent quality, and without the support of the belt, it fell down silently.

Every muscle is perfectly positioned, with boundless tension.

Yet who could have imagined that beneath such vigorous power lay boundless tenderness?

Yan Kai was appreciating a fine piece of porcelain, tracing the outline with his fingertips, clearly captivated by it.

"How about it?"

Yalta touched his hand and pressed it to his chest, his heart pounding like thunder.

Yan Kai leaned closer, their noses brushing together, and whispered with a charming smile, "Your fever seems to last exceptionally long..."

Even a single glance seemed to carry an extreme allure, burning every point under his gaze, igniting a raging fire.

Yalta straightened his back, and the male insect followed closely behind without making a sound.

He used the excuse he had prepared beforehand: "Suppressant side effects."

In fact, there was no fever period at all; the fever had already been completely relieved in the first few days.

He was only obsessed with the tender moments of intimacy and the burning passion of their passionate entanglement.

Yan Kai leaned close to the female insect's lips, seemingly wanting to kiss her but not quite, as if it were intentional yet unintentional, and slowly said, "Don't use it again."

Yalta was like a fish out of water, his chest heaving, desperately wanting to find a source of water that belonged to him.

"What do you use?"

Asking knowingly.

"Use me."

Male insects mate.

"rhetoric."

"Making my owner happy is also one of my duties."

Yalta squinted, the light from the crystal chandelier reflecting down as if filled with a glittering galaxy: "Kiss me."

Yan Kai cupped his face in his hands, gazed at him intently, and ran his fingers through the female insect's long hair.

Their breaths finally met, and their heartbeats also synchronized in that moment of intense intertwining.

The spiritual energy was released silently, and the female insect slowly softened after stiffening, just as Yan Kai had said before.

"Yan Kai..."

Yalta gazed at the spinning roof and hugged the male insect tightly.

Confused and infatuated, they murmured silently.

Yan Kai's gaze followed closely, looking into the female insect's shimmering eyes, and suddenly, as if understanding something, he said, "I am here, in Yalta."

The female insect's body suddenly stiffened, and she raised her arms to lie horizontally in front of him, her eyes welling up with tears for a moment.

His chest, which had always been empty, now felt as if it were overflowing with something, a sour and swollen sensation that left him feeling lost and inexplicably moved.

Yan Kai slowed his movements, lowered his head, and gently kissed the female insect's lips, grinding and rubbing them as if he had used up all the tenderness in his life.