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

The villa was in a mess, with scattered furniture debris everywhere. A collapsed wall lay between the living room and the kitchen. Although the water had been drained, the soaked mud had melted and the floor was covered in mud.

Two insects stood in the entryway, the only place they could still put their feet down.

Yan Kai didn't intend to continue entangled with him; some things are best left unsaid.

He released the female insect, took two steps back, opened the door, made a gesture to show her away, and said in an extremely cold tone, "Please leave."

Yalta didn't move, but just stared at him intently, his eyes filled with obvious ruthlessness, but for some reason he didn't lash out.

Yan Kai wasn't afraid at all and repeated, "I'm going out in a bit. You can go back if you're free."

Yalta remained as terrified as ever, seemingly deaf and unable to hear a word he didn't want to hear.

After his initial outburst of anger, he slowly calmed down, loosened his grip on his fingers, wiped his mouth, softened his expression, and gave a proper smile. He then said in a gentler tone, "Yan Kai, we need to have a serious talk."

Yan Kai frowned unhappily; he didn't believe that female insects had that kind of personality.

Despite being explicitly refused, they continued to make unreasonable demands.

That's all I wanted to say, and it's already very clear.

Upon hearing this, Yalta paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and nodded repeatedly. His hands seemed to have nowhere to go, and he began to make inexplicable little movements.

First, it ruffled its hair, then ran it across its nose, and finally half-lifted itself between the two insects, wobbling and flapping its wings. The insect clearly began to show signs of anxiety.

Yalta experienced a brief period of aphasia; his Adam's apple bobbed back and forth, but he was unable to utter a sound.

An overwhelming sense of panic welled up in my chest, a fear even stronger than the one I felt when I was attacked in the central square that day, and a feeling of loss gradually took shape.

The excruciating pain spread throughout my body, freezing my blood; a chilling sensation crept up every nerve, and the fire in my chest seemed to be extinguished in an instant.

Yalta was terrified!

His emotional world was pale and barren, containing nothing but overwhelming hatred.

He was recognized as a fighting machine from a young age, taciturn, cold-blooded, and even had very few emotions.

S-class female insects are naturally stronger and more aggressive and violent than other inferior insects.

In his mind, if you want something, you fight for it; if you can't get it by fighting for it, you snatch it. To achieve your goal, everyone has to use their own means.

Yalta's preference for Yan Kai is an undeniable fact.

They are both S-class, a match made in heaven, destined to be attracted to each other, bound together by an invisible force.

He used to be the least believer in fate, but after meeting Yan Kai, he began to believe.

In Yalta's mind, only she was worthy of this male insect, and vice versa.

After all these years of wandering and experiencing what passion is, how can he let go?

Impossible.

Yalta's gaze hardened. He leaned forward, grabbed Yan Kai's arm, and looked him intently into his eyes.

Yan Kai tried to pull his hand back, but the female insect was incredibly strong.

"doing what?"

Yalta tried to appear gentle, but the twitching of his cheek muscles was clearly forced, so he gave up and lowered his voice, saying, "Yan Kai... come back with me. I swear in the name of the Insect God that I will share glory with you. In the far north, besides me, you will be the most honored..."

good or not?

The unspoken words lingered on his lips; he was ashamed to utter such words of weakness.

Yan Kai showed no joy, his face displaying an almost cruel calm as he quietly watched the female insect, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

However, only he himself knew how much inner turmoil he was experiencing.

An indescribable disappointment was brewing, and he was surprised to realize that he actually still had a sliver of expectation for him.

It would be a lie to say I don't miss her after we've parted ways. Every night, as I lie in bed listening to my own breathing, the female insect's face will inevitably appear in my mind.

Even though I was thousands of miles away from this female insect, it still lingered and haunted me, like a shadow, always by my side.

His face was as arrogant and haughty as ever, his chin held high, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Those eyes were always looking down on everything, regarding all things as ants.

Despite having such an extremely disliked expression, Yan Kai seemed to be torturing himself as he recalled it over and over again.

When thoughts become uncontrollable, or even begin to show a subtle tendency to deviate.

He attributed all of this to the pheromones left behind by the female insects, as if that could alleviate the guilt deep within his heart.

"Yalta, it's all over."

The female insect disagreed; he had only just joined.

"No, just tell me what you want, and I'll do whatever it takes."

Yan Kai clenched his fists, his expression unusually solemn: "I want freedom."

Yalta lowered his head and nudged the male insect's shoulder twice, his voice hoarse: "Come back to the far north with me, and you'll have the same freedom."

Yan Kai looked away, his voice calm: "That's the biggest prison."

Yalta was even more baffled: what insect doesn't love status and power?

"What do you want? As long as I have it..."

I'll give you everything.

Yan Kai pursed his lips, a surge of annoyance rising within him: "Stop bothering me."

Don't try to sway him.

For the first time, Yalta felt powerless. Neither gentle persuasion nor force worked; he was completely at a loss. He could only mutter softly, "I don't understand, Yan Kai... I don't understand..."

"Let me go."

Everyone was relaxed.

"No, it's impossible."

"Yalta, what's the point of this?"

Neither of them were willing, so why insist on making a fuss?

"Don't say it... don't say it."

Yan Kai ignored him and continued, "We don't have any relationship to begin with, so what's the point of doing this?"

"Let me go please."

"I don't like Longkoda."

Yalta couldn't think of any reason to refute it, but he just wouldn't let go, shaking his head repeatedly, his expression cracking, his voice becoming shrill: "Shh—don't say it..."

Yan Kai frowned, trying hard not to look at the female insect, and said slowly and deliberately, "Don't force me to tear off the mask."

Yalta didn't want to hear another word and reached out to cover his mouth: "Don't say it, Yan Kai, don't say it, please stop..."

His heart felt like it was about to explode.

Yan Kai pried his fingers apart one by one: "I don't want to be with you even more..."

Yalta suddenly shouted, his voice trembling: "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Their breaths mingled for a fleeting moment. The female insect swiftly grabbed Yan Kai's hands, clasped them behind his back, and leaned forward, biting down hard on his mouth—a mouth that only uttered threats…

Yalta closed his eyes in despair.

Don't say things like that...

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