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

Yan Kai had no choice but to follow the female insect inside. It was a large bathtub, and he already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Looking at Yalta's bewitching face, he felt a twist in his heart, unable to tell whether he had gained an advantage or the other party had suffered a loss.

According to Harwick, although female insects are the primary productive force in society, they are required to be faithful and loyal in heterosexual relationships. If a female insect who has already married wants to divorce and remarry, it is an extremely difficult thing, reflecting traditional and feudal thinking.

How come this insect is so optimistic?

Yan Kai wasn't sure if the female insect was telling the truth or lying to tease him, so to be on the safe side, he asked again to avoid making a fool of himself.

"What do you need me to do?"

He is male, likes men, and has been single for ages.

Although the two are not the same species and their internal structures are somewhat different, they are indistinguishable on the surface.

Yalta's appearance would be the ideal for every gay man on Earth. He's good-looking, muscular, and cool. He's also a bit of a yandere.

It can both attack and defend, and is one in a million.

Putting aside the fact that this female insect has mental problems, Yan Kai admits that he is very superficial.

Yalta frowned, thinking the male insect was utterly foolish.

"Yan Kai, stop pretending to be stupid."

"No, I just feel this isn't quite right..."

Yalta had no interest in listening to a female insect's rambling; it was just an excuse to avoid the male insect's superior pride.

Raising her hand, she suddenly exerted force, pinching the male insect's chin: "You are my insect servant, nothing more than a lowly slave. What right do you have to say it's inappropriate? The only thing you need to do is obey your master's orders. My patience is limited, don't make me repeat myself."

Yan Kai's face was distorted from being pinched, and he could only nod in acknowledgment.

Oh shit.

You're so awesome, you'll never die!

Yalta coldly flung him away. Female insects are born with superhuman strength and did not hold back in the slightest. Yan Kai lost his balance and stumbled and fell. When he fell, he instinctively tried to brace himself with his hands, but accidentally pulled on his wound and gasped in pain.

The female insect didn't seem to care much, only glancing at it indifferently.

Beep--

Beep--

Classic Chinese cultural treasures will never be absent.

He really wouldn't feel at ease unless he was scolded a few times!

Yalta was never a good-tempered person, and after drinking a lot of strong liquor that night, he was now feeling restless and irritable from the heat.

Yan Kai touched his chin.

Hey!

That fucking hurts!

However, under pressure, I could only follow along, rolling up my sleeves as I walked while frantically processing what I was thinking.

Like I said before, never let yourself fall into his hands, otherwise!

This way and that way and then this way and that!

Old King Chong was a hedonist, and all facilities had to be in place. The frigid far north naturally required hot springs, so he specially built this room in his palace after he ascended the throne.

It's about 100 square meters. Facing east is a floor-to-ceiling window with a towering snow-capped mountain that bisects the bright Milky Way. To the west is a floor-to-ceiling right-angle cabinet filled with wines whose names I don't know, a dazzling array that exudes a rich aroma.

To the left of the cabinet stands a rustic rattan screen, behind which is a daybed for the owner to rest.

In the center is a circular bath that can accommodate about 20 people at the same time. Every two meters, there is a fierce-looking beast head with a connector in its mouth, which is filling the pool with water. There is a shallow edge near the window. When the water level exceeds the line, it will automatically flow out to ensure that the pool water is clear.

Yalta stepped steadily into the hot spring and sat down. Ripples spread across the steaming surface of the water. The sudden heat made him slightly uncomfortable. After a while, he pointed to a bottle of dark purple liquid not far away and ordered, "Purple Dragon Phoenix Feathers, boil it."

Yan Kai's shoulder still ached, and he didn't want to suffer any more. He quickly lit the charcoal stove and poured the liquid into a transparent glass jug. The sweet aroma of the wine instantly filled the entire room, creating a rich and fragrant atmosphere.

As the temperature rose, the originally deep purple began to gradually become translucent, and it even resembled the color of the madman's eyes. It was truly beautiful, and it was also truly poisonous.

"fall."

Yalta rested his elbow lazily on the edge of the white jade stone, while holding a glass cup in mid-air with the other hand. His fingers were much longer than those of an ordinary person, with distinct knuckles and smooth lines.

Yan Kai held the pot with both hands, moving carefully, afraid of spilling a single drop and displeasing him.

Yalta brought the glass to his lips, glancing at the male insect out of the corner of his eye. He instinctively felt that this male was not as obedient as he appeared. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then flipped his wrist, shattering the glass into powder at Yan Kai's feet.

"hot."

Yan Kai's eyelids twitched, his fingertips curled slightly, and he forced himself not to lash out.

Damn it.

It was so hot that I drank it all in one gulp!

Do you want me to blow on it?

Of course, Yan Kai wouldn't dare say that now; he could only rage in his heart. Otherwise, he might very well hang it on the city wall as a flag tonight.

"Break a new pot?"

Yalta turned around, placing her hands clasped together on the edge of the pool. Her snow-white hair fanned out behind her and floated on the water's surface. Due to the effects of the strong liquor, a thin layer of red appeared on her pale face, and her lips were particularly vibrant, like a mermaid hunting in the deep sea, carrying a deadly danger.

He stared silently at the male insect, his exquisitely beautiful face expressionless, yet his eyes gleamed with an eerie light in the dim lamplight.

Yan Kai stood in the shadows, his jaw clenched, barely managing to suppress the urge to run away. For a moment, he felt a strong killing intent.

After learning about this situation, Yan Kai, as an outsider, felt no sympathy for the male insects that were killed and imprisoned, but he could understand the difficult situation of the female insects.

No matter the era, no one wants to live in darkness and misery; the female insect's resistance is inevitable.

The female insect mistook him for a male insect. Although Yan Kai was innocently blamed, it is undeniable that he survived thanks to this identity.

However, despite his understanding, he was also unable to empathize with these female insects.

Yan Kai is a human being, not an insect.

Uprisings solve nothing; they merely reverse the tragedy.

Yalta was quite pleased with the male insect's pale face from fear, and beckoned to him: "Come down."

"what?"

Yan Kai's carefully constructed mental preparation crumbled again; it was really hard to keep up with his thought process.

"Come down."

"Don't always make me repeat myself."

Yalta met his gaze; though his expression was blank, it sent a chill down one's spine.

Yan Kai, valuing his life, quickly walked to the edge of the pool, took off his shoes, and went directly into the water. He nodded respectfully and said, "Please give instructions."

"Shampooing".

The female insect glanced at him indifferently, pointed to her hair, then stretched out her arms and lay on the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the male insect's reaction.

Yan Kai looked around and found a comb and a box of white ointment under the wine rack, which should be for washing hair and taking a bath.

He waded across, picked up the things, placed them aside, rubbed his palms together, and stared at the pool of white hair, somewhat at a loss for what to do.

After all, he lived a rough life and had never had such long hair in his life. He was also afraid that the bugs would take advantage of his slowness, so he simply rinsed his hair with water as usual, then scooped out a large dollop of hair cream and applied it evenly. His hair was neatly tied up, revealing his light pink scalp, which looked clean.

Tsk.

There's not a single spot that's not exquisite...

Yan Kai lowered his eyelids, using his fingers as a comb to run through his hair. The hair was not soft, but hard and unapproachable, which suited the nature of insects.

"Headache."

Yalta spoke softly with his eyes closed.

Yan Kai didn't say anything. He rubbed the sticky hair cream in the water a couple of times, then grabbed a handful of hair, wrung it out, wiped off the excess water, and gently massaged the female insect's temples.

Yalta felt the comfortable pressure on both sides of his forehead and a hint of surprise flashed through his mind.

He hadn't expected the male insect to be so obedient.

The sex ratio of the Lonkorda is the most unbalanced on the Zerg continent. Perhaps due to the terrain, or perhaps due to their own physiological defects, their average lifespan is significantly lower than that of other tribes, and the lifespan of male Zerg is even shorter.

Normally, the lifespan of a Zergling is around 260 years. However, in the far north, female Zerglings live to about 200 years, while males only live for a short 120-150 years. As their mental energy depletes, they lose their vitality. Marked females can live for at most another 20 years before turning back to the battlefield and ending their lives by self-destruction.

When the Milky Way in the far north turns into a brilliant crimson, it signifies that yet another group of warriors has fallen.

Yalta raised his head and looked at the sea of ​​stars so close to him. One day he would become a part of it, which was the ending he had predetermined long ago.

Before that, Yalta rolled his eyes with a gloomy expression, his gaze falling on the light whip not far away. He wanted to personally overthrow the system that had lasted for thousands of years, and even if the freedom was short-lived, he wanted to personally shatter the dignity of the male insects, so that they could personally feel how desperate and painful the female insects were under their rule.

Reproduction, everything is just for the sake of reproduction...

Yalta clenched his jaw tightly, his abdominal muscles tense. If the rebirth in this world was destined to be a life of misery, why did they bother to come back to this world?

Perhaps it would be better to perish along with this hell in the torrent of time...

Yan Kai worked diligently as a servant, sweating profusely even though it wasn't hot.

The wound on his shoulder hadn't fully healed, and after rubbing it a few times, it started to ache slightly. He didn't dare stop, lest he anger the bugs and cause him to suffer.

Yalta noticed the unusual sensation on his forehead and smirked playfully, "Why is it getting lighter?"

Yan Kai rubbed his wrist and honestly replied, "My hand injury hasn't healed yet."

Stop making excuses to be lazy.

Yan Kai knew he couldn't refuse, so he moved his trembling fingers and pressed even more intently.

I just hope the bugs will be satisfied soon and stop causing trouble, never giving me a moment's peace.

About ten minutes later, his hand finally gave way and he had to stop: "I hope the chief will have mercy."

Yalta opened his eyes, a playful look on his face, and wasn't about to let it go easily: "Scrub my back."

Yan Kai pursed his lips, clenching his fists as if he wanted to punch him a few times.

Of course, it was just a thought. With his mediocre skills, he would probably be riddled with holes by the moment the idea even formed.

He flipped his palm over and reached into the back of the female insect's neck, grabbing her loose hair into a handful. He then moved it to one side of her neck and shoulder, exposing her entire back. He was about to touch her when he was stunned by the sight before him.

Yan Kai's impression of Yalta was not only that he was good-looking, but also that he was powerful. He simply couldn't imagine why such severe scars would appear on his body.

The crisscrossing, overlapping layers of skin with no regular edges, resembled repeated tearing and scab formation. The overgrown flesh bulged slightly, extending all the way to the waist and abdomen, and upon closer inspection, it even looked somewhat disgusting.

Yan Kai couldn't help but look at his hands, which were previously covered in wounds, but after using medicine, they were smooth as before. The technology of this era is so amazing that, in theory, such serious scars should not have been left.

Yalta turned his head, resting half his face on the back of his hand, and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "Scared?"