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

The brilliance of the first half of the night had ended, and the far north in the second half of the night was like spilled ink, with no wind, no snow, and utter silence, carrying an indescribable heaviness and oppression.

Yan Kai sat quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the pure blackness outside, lost in thought.

The wine on the charcoal stove began to boil, making a bubbling sound, and he was suddenly awakened.

The steam rose, blurring my vision for a moment. I rubbed my face to clear my head, picked up the wine jug, and poured myself a glass. The transparent glass shimmered with a faint purple hue, melancholic and mysterious—it was the wine left over from Yalta earlier.

A complex look flashed in his eyes. He swirled the liquid in his glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. It wasn't as spicy as he'd imagined; instead, it had a faint sweetness, probably made from some kind of fruit. However, its aftereffects were quite strong; just one glass was enough to make him feel quite intoxicated. Of course, it would probably be even more intoxicating without any liquid...

Yan Kai lowered his eyelids, thinking of his previous indulgence and wildness, his smile bitter and helpless.

With one hand supporting her back, she restrained herself from turning around. Her overly long bangs obscured her eyes, forming a broken curtain. Through the gap, her gaze fell on the back of the person lying on the couch not far away, making her dark eyes appear even more deep and unfathomable.

"Well--"

The female insect did not sleep soundly, and would occasionally utter a muffled murmur.

The blanket slipped down, revealing some patches of dirt, and everything that should have been blurry under the dim light became unexpectedly clear at this moment.

Yan Kai's heart tightened, his gaze fell on his hands, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly, his heart filled with fear...

He had never felt such a strong sensation before, involuntarily and uncontrollably, as if the beast hidden deep within him had been awakened, roaring and raging, wanting to break free of its cage.

In the moment of confusion, everything is based on instinct.

That kind of intense stimulation, which hits right to the core, feels like it explodes inside you, and it lingers there for a long time. But once the heat fades, there is only an endless sense of disorientation.

He was clearly not a so-called 'male insect,' but a 'person,' yet in a daze, he seemed to be assimilated.

A fierce tearing apart, leaving only desire.

Although Yan Kai had been lonely since childhood, he was strong enough inside. Otherwise, he would have gone crazy when he first arrived in this world. But he still doesn't understand why he lost himself tonight.

At times, he could even understand the extremism of those 'male insects' and why they were uncontrollably violent when faced with powerful and beautiful female insects.

It's roughly about yearning and conquering.

Making power itself bow down is an irresistible challenge, and making power itself fall to your side is an incredibly exciting thing.

Even though such thoughts were extremely dangerous, he couldn't help but secretly extend his bloodthirsty claws...

As the alcohol took effect, Yan Kai's head throbbed slightly. He turned his head and pressed his burning cheek against the cold French window, letting out a comfortable sigh. His thoughts raced, and he couldn't help but start reminiscing about the past.

He discovered his different sexual orientation very early on. When he was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, while other boys were discussing which girl in the class was prettier, he secretly observed those slender and tall boys.

Soft, short hair, a healthy complexion, a slightly protruding Adam's apple, a flat but straight body, and long, powerful legs are what haunt his dreams in the dead of night.

Young and impetuous, with few like-minded people, he considered giving up some of his so-called principles to integrate into that bizarre circle and experience the ultimate intoxication and pleasure.

Because they are born alone, they yearn for living in groups even more.

However, when that day finally arrived, Yan Kai felt no joy, only fear and confusion about the unknown. The fleeting happiness of fireworks was ultimately not the emotional belonging he longed for.

His limited vocabulary could not fully express the needs etched into his soul, but it was certainly more profound than waking up in the morning to see unfamiliar faces around him.

Yan Kai is undoubtedly stubborn.

Knowing full well that in that environment, his affection could not be tolerated by the world, and his love was definitely not a love that could stand in the sunlight, he still refused to compromise, maintained his original intention, and spent year after year alone, just waiting for someone who was completely his to appear.

However, his actions tonight shattered all his resolve, leaving him both frustrated and bewildered. Yan Kai didn't consider himself someone who was easily swayed, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to remain single for so many years.

But the overwhelming feeling he just experienced was undeniable; even a slight touch ignited his fire.

It's like I've been given some kind of drug; my consciousness is completely clouded.

In the midst of this decline, a kind of blood-related connection begins to ferment within the soul…

Yan Kai wasn't trying to make any excuses for his actions; he had done it, and that was that.

In my short life on Earth, I have never truly fallen for anyone, nor have I ever tasted the sweetness of love.

This sudden change seemed absurd and nonsensical to him, yet a complex mix of emotions, which he couldn't quite put his finger on, were growing wildly in his heart.

If it started out of impulse, then it began with instinct, and ultimately everything was voluntary, so no one can be blamed.

Even though this insect was fierce and ruthless, repeatedly trying to kill him, he couldn't say he hated it. They considered him a male insect, but he couldn't prove he was human. To say he had traveled from another time was utter nonsense; he would probably be turned into a hedgehog by now.

It's not even a matter of liking him; he's not sick, why would he go out of his way to act like a jerk?

He was indeed amazed by the female insect's strength and beauty, and in awe of such extraordinary life, but he never entertained any fantasies, because he was always aware that he was different from them.

Yan Kai hesitated for a moment, then turned around and stared blankly at the insect on the bed, his eyes reddened by alcohol, looking rather pitiful.

His body still craved the female insect, but his heart seemed far away, a calm amidst the turmoil, two extreme sensations completely separating him.

Yan Kai murmured involuntarily, "Yalta..."

It was a fleeting encounter; he didn't ask about the future or the past, and he never intended to stay.

But these three words are destined to make tonight different.

Humans are such strange and contradictory creatures; once they become involved with something, they always experience endless entanglements.

Yan Kai covered his eyes, clenched his fingers tightly in his palms, his mind a mess, unable to calm down and think things through. Many ideas were just beginning to emerge when they were disrupted by the throbbing pain in his nerves, eventually turning into a tangled mess.

"I'm going crazy..."

Yalta was tired of all the male insects, and as a human, he was destined to be unable to find a way to go together.

After a long while, a long sigh came from the darkness.

"It was all an accident..."

Time travel was an accident, arriving here was an accident, meeting was an accident, and tonight is another accident...

Just treat it as an accident...

A passionate, beautiful, and unexpected encounter...

As the embers of the charcoal fire burned out, Yan Kai repeated the same words to himself over and over in the pitch-black snowy night, almost like brainwashing, repeatedly reaffirming his wavering resolve.

Yes.

It was just an accident.

* *

In the far north, it wasn't until 10 a.m. that a sliver of light appeared on the horizon, breaking the darkness and waking everything.

Longkoda has no set schedule; all their plans are based on daybreak. The far north, in the dead of night, is infested with insect-eating beasts and teems with danger. No insect can survive the eternal night.

Yalta jolted awake from his blood-red nightmare, his chest heaving violently. He clutched the blanket tightly in his hand, glancing warily around before finally letting out a slow sigh of relief once he was sure he was safe.

I touched the back of my neck, and the fever had completely subsided...

I tried to get out of bed by lifting the covers, but my legs gave way.

The female insect pursed her lips expressionlessly, then her face suddenly turned somewhat awkward as if she had thought of something. She slowly bent one leg, resting her forehead on her knee, and her long white hair fell down, giving her an inexplicable air of sadness.

When memories return, what follows is a suffocating shame.

They were manipulated at will during the long, dark night.

Even completely lost...

ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

The tragic and pitiful life of the female insect...

Yalta suddenly felt a sense of self-loathing. His pupils narrowed into slits in an instant. His insect-like fingernails scratched his arm, one cut after another, as if he felt no pain at all, and beads of blood rushed out one after another.

He seemed to feel no pain at all, just watching the liquid seep into the blanket, soak it, and then spread out in a large patch of bright red, with a kind of morbid pleasure.

Only after the pent-up frustration in his heart subsided a little did he get up, his face gloomy as he circled the room, finally finding the culprit on the carpet in front of the French windows.

He stood ramrod straight, his chin slightly raised, like a proud peacock. He walked slowly but steadily to Yan Kai's side, stretched out his toe and kicked the male insect's lower back, looking down at him: "A lowly insect servant actually woke up later than his master, he should be punished."

Yan Kai swiftly opened his eyelids, his eyes clear and bright.

He didn't react immediately, but sat up a few seconds later, his attitude completely different from yesterday: "Good day, Chief."

Yalta's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly. Looking at the humble and submissive male insect, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she said sarcastically, "Oh, so you've learned some manners today?"

"Your Excellency is right. I will certainly do my duty and serve you to the best of my ability from now on."

"Duty?"

Yalta's hands hung casually at her sides, her bathrobe wide open, revealing a glimpse of her beautiful figure.

Yan Kaiyu glanced at him, and that inexplicable impulse surged up in his heart again in an instant. He quickly looked away and said with his head down, "Do your duty as an insect servant."

"Oh—for example?"

"To take good care of your daily life."

Yan Kai calmly replied that Harwick had repeatedly emphasized his responsibilities before he came.

Yalta rubbed his fingertips together, perfectly understanding the meaning behind his words, and curled his lips in disdain: "What, you're feeling wronged just because I used your mental power once?"

"Don't dare."

"Don't you dare?"

"Your subordinate is merely a lowly insect servant."

"You certainly are."

Hearing the female insect's nonchalant affirmation, Yan Kai felt a pang of unease, but then he realized he was being overly dramatic. He lowered his head even further and said respectfully, "I was wrong yesterday. I promise this kind of accident will never happen again."

Yalta stared at him expressionlessly. There were some things he couldn't think about, because once the memories were opened, they would create comparisons, just like the present moment.

He hadn't said anything yet, but this insect was terrified of having anything to do with him and couldn't wait to sever ties with him. Very well...

Yalta didn't waste any words and directly pronounced his future: "Do you think yesterday's events can be wiped clean as if nothing ever happened? Don't be naive. From now on, every month during my fever period, whenever I need you, you must provide me with emotional support, understand?"

Yan Kai kept his head down, his slightly long bangs obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Emotional support?

He seemed to have mentioned needing some kind of mental power yesterday, but Yan Kai really couldn't feel it at all...

She pursed her lips, wanting to refuse again: "I..."

Yalta didn't give him a chance to continue, kicking the male insect to the ground and then stepping on his chest: "I told you you don't have the right to refuse. Don't think too much about it, and don't overestimate yourself. There won't be only one male insect here, but you will always be one of them."

Yan Kai seemed to understand but also not quite, and asked blankly, "What?"

Yalta bent down, rested one hand on his knee, and patted the male insect's face: "Be good, serve me well, and I'll favor you more often. If I'm happy, you can live longer."

The two were very close, and the original strong fragrance on the female insect had faded considerably, but it was still distinct. If you looked closely, you could even smell some of his scent.

Yan Kai suddenly felt an indescribable tightness in his chest, as if countless invisible hands were tightly gripping his heart, constantly constricting it, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Yalta wore a cruel smile. Whether Yan Kai liked it or not, anything he had used, whether it was life or death, belonged to him.

Zerg are born to plunder, and in this respect there is no difference between males and females.