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

Harwick didn't dwell on things; with his limited intelligence, he couldn't analyze the relationship between male and female in detail, and quickly put it out of his mind.

Remembering his main purpose for coming to the main palace, his handsome face instantly fell again: "What am I going to do with my ceremonial dress? The ceremony is tomorrow!"

Yan Kai was a little envious of Harwick's carefree nature.

People are always prone to comfort and forgetfulness, just like him, who forgot the pain of bleeding after eating a few sweet dates.

His body had also unconsciously adapted to the cold here, and everything seemed to have changed silently in order to make him stay.

Yan Kai stared blankly into the distance, lost in thought.

Seeing that Yan Kai was ignoring him, Harwick waved his hand in front of Yan Kai's face: "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and help me think of a solution!"

Yan Kai composed himself, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart. Pointing to the three neatly ironed military uniforms in the small living room, he asked the probing question: "Are there really any differences in the style and color of these three uniforms?"

To him, they were exactly the same.

Harwick saw his carefully prepared formal attire, ran over and hugged the hanger, whimpering, "Of course there's a difference. The style of the formal attire has already been decided. The main issue is the size. Since it's a military uniform, it naturally has to be exactly the same size to look smart."

"A slight difference won't make much of a difference, right?"

This isn't a beauty pageant.

Harwick, however, had extremely strict requirements regarding these details, and said with a serious face: "The Winter Festival is the most important day of the year in Longkoda. Although the principle of might makes right is upheld here, the leader has just taken office and his position is not stable. There are still many nobles around who maintain a neutral attitude. No one knows if they will suddenly turn against him, not to mention those male insect supporters hiding in the shadows who would love to see him make a fool of himself. As the leader's loyal fan, the only thing I can do is these small things. If I can do them well, I will try my best to do them well so that those insects can't find any fault with them."

Yan Kai raised an eyebrow, surprised that this little guy was so young yet had such high moral character.

"Are you so concerned about the leader?"

Harwick puffed out his chest, his face beaming with undisguised admiration as he mentioned Yalta: "Of course, I told you he's my idol!"

What are the main activities of this grand event?

Harwick remembered that Yan Kai was an 'outsider' and didn't know much about the traditional culture of Longkoda. After thinking for a moment, he organized his thoughts and explained, "I told you before that there are seven tribes on the Zerg continent, and each place has its own racial beliefs. As the Ice and Snow Plain, Longkoda worships the Zerg God. This day is mainly for sacrifices and prayers to express our gratitude to the Zerg God for everything he has given us."

Yan Kai nodded, indicating his understanding.

This is like an ancient sacrificial ceremony to heaven on Earth.

"Let me take a closer look." Yan Kai walked to Harwick's side, gestured the sizes of the three sets of clothes, and said confidently while rubbing his fingers: "Keep the middle one."

Harwick glanced at the size label and was greatly shocked.

Is the leader's waist that slender?

Harwick expressed strong doubt: "Are you sure?"

His leader was clearly muscular, tall, and imposing.

"Of course I'm sure."

He hugs her waist every day, how could he be wrong?

"Really?"

Yan Kai rolled his eyes: "If you don't believe me, let him wear it."

Harwick touched the pattern on his clothes and thought to himself, "If I could see the chief, I wouldn't need to ask him for help!"

"Alright, alright, I'll trust you for now. I'll take the rest and bring over the matching accessories later."

Yan Kai had no objections; it was none of his business if he was to wear it.

"Are there any other things to note? Please tell me so I won't be caught off guard tomorrow."

Seeing how much he cared, Yan Kai figured he might as well lend a hand since he was free anyway.

Harwick stroked his chin: "You've reminded me. Come here, let me explain the rules of the Alitus Palace to you..."

Yan Kai originally intended to just listen casually, but in the end he actually became quite interested and listened very attentively.

Harwick wouldn't dare boast about other things, but when it comes to court etiquette, he definitely has the right to speak on it. After all, he grew up in the palace and knows every rule by heart.

"Don't be so casual when you see the chief in the future. If the etiquette officer finds out, you'll be whipped a few times. This palace is not like the outside world. There are clear ranks and strict rules. Don't let any scheming people find a handle against you. Otherwise, even the chief won't be able to protect you."

"clear."

Yan Kai pursed his lips, feeling a pang of sadness.

This amazing world...

It's really hard to find a suitable word to describe it; it's both advanced and decadent.

Despite possessing the most advanced science and technology in the universe, its social system is as feudal as a primitive society, with a history spanning tens of thousands of years and still based on monarchical autocracy. It is feared that the path of change that Yalta is taking will be even more difficult than imagined...

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After seeing Harwick off, Yan Kai began preparing dinner.

Tomorrow is the grand winter celebration, and Yalta has already sent a message saying that he will return early tonight.

After the eternal night, it never snowed again. Although the weather remained cold, every night was exceptionally clear, with the Milky Way scattered and the stars shining brightly.

When Yalta arrived at the main palace, the male insect was busy in the kitchen, wearing a red apron that he had gotten from somewhere, with a conspicuous white lace trim, which looked a bit strange and a bit... beautiful.

The room was dimly lit, and the rich aroma of food wafted out. Yalta was momentarily dazed; he had only ever seen such a scene among foreign tribes, where smoke curled from chimneys and a lamp was always left on for you when you returned home.

It's the warmth and comfort of everyday life.

Hearing the door close, Yan Kai stubbed out his cigarette, his face slightly pale, and said with a smile, "You're pretty quick. Go change your clothes first. I just started simmering this soup, so you'll have to wait a bit."

Yalta glanced at the wisp of smoke beside the male insect's hand, intending to walk past it, but stopped in the end: "I don't like the smell of tobacco on you."

Even though he himself is a heavy smoker, he still wants the male insect to be clean and fresh.

Since the day Yan Kai was rejected by the female insect, he hadn't actually touched it for a long time.

It was only when Harwick unexpectedly brought up the topic of freedom in the afternoon that he became somewhat unsettled, which is why he smoked two cigarettes.

"Just a treat now and then."

Yalta glanced at him quietly, then turned and went upstairs without saying anything.

Yan Kai stared blankly at the female insect's retreating figure, feeling a sudden sense of unfamiliarity for some reason.

Before, when I couldn't see him, I always felt a longing, but now that he's right in front of me, I feel a strange sense of melancholy.

He glanced at the still-steaming smoke, then poured some water to extinguish it completely.

Hearing the sound of water running upstairs, I turned around and looked towards the stairwell. A sense of unease flashed through my mind; something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it…

He frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up and quickened his pace to scoop out the food and put it on the table before the female insect came out.

Besides the local specialty red sorghum, most of the grains in Longkoda are imported from other tribes. They are similar to rice, but the grains are fuller and have a slightly rougher texture, but they are very filling.

Yalta had taken a shower, and her long hair was hanging loosely down her back, dripping wet without being dried.

Yan Kai didn't want to get involved, but he found it an eyesore, so he resigned himself to going to the bathroom to get a towel and wiping his face dry little by little: "I'll get a migraine sooner or later."

Yalta pointed to the seat next to him, gesturing for him to sit down: "Too lazy to move."

"Let's eat. I'll help you dry your food later."

"Ah."

Yalta had no objection; that was their original plan.

On the round table were two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup. Yan Kai likes to plate his dishes nicely; he not only arranges the food attractively but also adds some decorations, so they all look quite good.

Yalta has been working day and night these past few days, taking only a bite of bread when he's hungry. Now, smelling the aroma of food, he can't help but swallow.

I picked up a piece of meat from the nearest stall. It was perfectly seasoned, fresh, tender, and tasted great as always.

"You do have a talent for cooking."

He now genuinely believes that Yan Kai may have actually traveled to many places.

With the same ingredients, he can always create different dishes that are unheard of and unseen before.

"of course."

Yan Kai has been tinkering with food lately since he's had nothing else to do.

He has a pretty good understanding of the ingredients and seasonings in this world, and he is more adept at cooking than before.

Yalta raised an eyebrow noncommittally, his chopsticks falling swiftly but not at all rude; on the contrary, he was quite elegant.

Anyway, Yan Kai really enjoys watching it.

"Eat vegetables, don't just eat meat."

Yan Kai picked up a piece of leafy green vegetable with his chopsticks and put it into the female insect's bowl.

Yalta frowned, his whole body resisting.

Only male insects and their offspring eat the leaves.

"Unappetizing."

"Impossible, the dishes I cook are the best in the world."

Yalta brushed it aside with a look of disgust.

Tsk.

This insect shouldn't be praised, it's easy to get carried away.

Then, with a pained expression, he picked up the food and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's terrible.

Yan Kai didn't bother arguing with the hypocrite, so he served each of them a bowl of soup and drank it slowly himself.

Yalta continued eating with his chopsticks, and seeing that the male insect was eating little, asked, "Aren't you eating?"

"Not hungry."

Yan Kai shook his head. He ate and slept all day long, and he gained several pounds.

"eat."

Yalta placed two large chopsticks of vegetables into his bowl, giving a cool command.

"You have to eat too."

Yan Kai directly put the last few pieces of leftover food from the plate into his bowl.

Yalta's scheme failed, and he frowned, but in the end, he still managed to clear the table.

After the meal, Yan Kai didn't rush to clear the table, but instead dried Yalta's hair first.

His fingers slipped through the silvery white fabric, the length already past her waist: "Should we cut a little off?"

They look nice, but they're actually quite troublesome to maintain.

Yalta sat with his legs crossed like a grandpa. When he heard the male insect's words, he wiggled his toes, and his originally soft hair instantly straightened, turning into sharp steel needles.

The female insect tilted her head slightly and casually asked, "Cut off a little bit?"

Yan Kai looked at the silvery-white steel needles standing in front of him, stretched out a finger and flicked them all aside, saying seriously, "What are you cutting! Don't cut them! Such awesome stuff must be kept!"

Nobody told him that this thing could be used as a weapon!

Yalta twisted his neck, and his hair instantly returned to its original shape.

Yan Kai curiously picked it up and touched it, feeling that it was no different from his own. How could other people be so awesome?

Tsk.

It's like watching a science fiction movie all day long.

Yan Kai turned the hair dryer back on and continued drying slowly, chatting for a bit in the process.

"I haven't worn the dress for tomorrow yet, would you like to try it on later?"

"Too much trouble, I won't try."

What if it doesn't fit?

"The female insects in the Imperial Household Department have a habit of using three sizes for everything. I just saw that there was only one set in the room. Didn't you already pick out the size that best suits me?"

"Trust me so much?"

Yalta leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and met Yan Kai's gaze.

"what?"

Yan Kai supported the back of his head.

Yalta carefully examined the male insect's face, and to be honest, they hadn't seen each other for seven days.

Occasionally, I dream of him and he always comes to mind...

"Lower your head."

Yan Kai met his gaze, and his heart inexplicably warmed: "What now?"

The female insect raised an eyebrow: "Don't ask any more questions, you just need to obey."

Fine.

You're the boss if you can hit me.

Yan Kai turned off the hair dryer and bent down to cooperate.

Yalta hooked his hand around the male insect's neck and pressed it down.

Yan Kai was caught off guard by the sudden exertion of force, and he lost his balance and leaned forward, causing their lips to accidentally touch.

"on purpose?"

I flirt with him every time I'm full.

Yalta rubbed his palm against the back of the male insect's neck; because of his short hair, it was unexpectedly prickly. "Are you sure you didn't deliberately lose your balance?"

Yan Kai's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the female insect's open collar. His throat began to dry, and he coughed lightly: "The villain is the one who accuses first."

Yalta tugged at his collar and slowly exhaled at him: "Be more self-aware."

The tone was deliberately drawn out, the lazy voice seemed to carry a hook, as if it wanted to directly fish out the soul of the male insect.

Yan Kai looked at the female insect, his eyes surging with emotion.

"Tsk..."

He grabbed the female insect's mandibles and kissed her forcefully, as if trying to make up for the emptiness of the past few days.

The agile sensation instantly swept through the entire oral cavity, plundering all the oxygen.

Yalta felt a moment of suffocation, and whimpered like a cat.

Instead of withdrawing, the male insect went even deeper, as if stimulated by something, and was determined to tear him apart and devour him.

His hand fell and disappeared into his bathrobe.

"Go back to your room."

Yalta's back pressed against the wooden carvings of the chair, a sharp pain shooting through him.

Yan Kai pulled away from those alluring red lips and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger.

The hot breath traveled along the path, over the tip of the nose, over the eyebrows and eyes, over the forehead, and finally settled back down, lingering around the ears.

It was damp and hot.

Yalta was sitting in a chair, but surprisingly, he felt limp.

Damn it...

That damned male is getting more and more adept at dealing with him.

"I don't think I've been here before."

Yalta was startled. Before he could even refuse, he was swept up in a hug.

Yan Kai reminded him, "Don't drop it."

After hesitating for a moment, Yalta surprisingly cooperated: "You're quite strong?"

"The owner takes good care of it."

"This mouth of yours is always so sweet, like it's been coated with honey."

"If you like to listen, I'll like to talk."

Yan Kai walked around the chair and sat down.

Yalta casually draped his arms over the male insect's shoulders, his back still ramrod straight as he leaned forward, looking down at him.

"You seem to have become more beautiful?"

Yan Kai moved closer to the female insect, seemingly wanting him to see it more clearly: "The master has taken good care of it."

Yalta's eyes sparkled, and she felt even more that this male insect suited her heart. She took the initiative to lower her head and cover the lips she had been longing for day and night with a slow and unhurried kiss, as if she were savoring a fine delicacy.

He pulled his arms closer; the initial awkwardness had vanished the moment they embraced, leaving only a burning passion within him…