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

An invisible tension filled the room.

One was standing, the other was sitting, and their eyes met, making a series of crackling sounds in the air.

Both insects were stubborn, and when their tempers flared up, neither was willing to give in to the other.

In the past, Yan Kai might have restrained himself a bit because of Yalta's status, but now he's determined to have no chance.

Although Yalta's face was gloomy as if she might explode at any moment, she had always been a willful female insect, but now she had learned to be patient.

He was undergoing a brainwashing-style self-hypnosis, forcefully suppressing the anger that had risen to his throat.

I repeatedly reminded myself that this was a protracted battle and that I couldn't go all out like I did in the afternoon, or I would surely be defeated.

Yalta was an outstanding general who had won countless battles. In addition to his absolute military strength, more importantly, he was always clear-headed in important matters, and his seemingly reckless actions were actually under his complete control.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable. This male insect was no longer afraid of him; the more forceful he was, the more it resisted. However, its occasional symbolic show of weakness could stir a little of his soft heart.

Yalta couldn't learn the silver tongue of the other insects, but he clearly remembered the multiple different meanings of the word "soft" in those tattered little books during actual combat exercises.

Isn't being flexible a kind of flexibility?

The female insect is as confident in the flexibility of her body as she is in her appearance.

Now, Morbis's trip has only one purpose: to bring (coax) (seduce) (lure) (seduce) Yan Kai back to Longkoda.

Having made up her mind, the female insect had completely calmed down her violent tendencies.

If Tokar were here, his jaw would probably drop to the ground in shock. This lawless female insect actually managed to suppress her foul temper!

God knows how many times he had to nag before each expedition, telling himself to hold back and plan carefully!

The atmosphere grew heated in the silence between the two insects. Yalta realized he couldn't continue and quickly sifted through the available information in the love manual in his mind. He had no intention of going back this time; he was determined to settle down with the male insect no matter what.

After careful consideration, the female insect decided to retreat in order to advance.

"Yan Kai, I'm not asking you to return to the far north right now, but could you please not reject my advances?"

Otherwise, there wouldn't even be a chance to knock them unconscious and take them back.

The male insect, however, was not so agreeable and flatly refused: "No."

The simple two words stirred up another wave of emotions in Yalta's heart.

The male insect's mouth now looks like it's coated with some kind of deadly poison.

"why?"

Yan Kai's tone remained unchanged, revealing no emotion: "There's no reason why."

It's simply a lack of self-confidence.

From the moment this female insect appeared, his heart was never at peace.

Yalta probed further: "I will not accept."

Without any reason, how can he formulate a countermeasure?

Yan Kai curled his fingertips slightly, not wanting to dwell on the issue any longer, and casually replied, "Whatever you want."

With Yalta's path blocked, he bit his lip and continued to seek attention: "Yan Kai, don't say things you don't mean."

"I am now following my heart."

Yalta dropped a bombshell: "Then why did you help me at the banquet?"

Yan Kai's nonchalant movements froze.

I thought to myself, how would I know? That's just a conditioned reflex, it has nothing to do with him!

"Don't overthink it. I just happened to be passing by. In that situation, I would have intervened no matter who was inside."

Yalta immediately called him out: "You're lying."

They may not know each other that well, but they're not completely unfamiliar with each other either.

This male insect wasn't so kind.

Yan Kai adjusted his posture, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame, retorting with slight impatience: "To be honest, you don't believe me anyway. Since you only believe in your own thoughts, why ask me?"

Instead, it revealed a hint of guilt.

Yalta subtly raised the corners of his mouth: "Yan Kai, you always rub your fingers together when you lie."

Yan Kai, who was rubbing his fingertips together, quickly clenched his fist.

That bug is damn sharp!

"Everyone has their little quirks. I just have a habit of rubbing it a couple of times, which doesn't mean anything."

Yalta suddenly straightened up, supporting himself with one hand behind his back, and said in a soft voice, "Well, it doesn't really mean anything."

The female insect's voice was already excellent, clear and pure. The insect language was slurred, and he deliberately slowed down his tone, which sounded strangely... indulgent to Yan Kai's ears.

He rubbed his arms in frustration, feeling that he and Yalta were simply incompatible!

Why does he suddenly want to be a human after meeting this female insect!

"What are you chatting about in the middle of the night? Go home and find your own beds. What are you doing here, acting crazy!"

He was so sleepy that his head was throbbing and his legs were aching from standing. The competitive spirit he had just had had long since dissipated.

Yalta automatically ignored the words she didn't want to hear, staring intently at Yan Kai, then reached out and patted the spot next to her: "This bed is very big."

Yan Kai sneered: "It's too small if you're here."

"You could consider holding me."

"I'm afraid of having nightmares."

"Dreams are all fake."

"It affects my sleep quality."

Yalta raised an eyebrow and reached out to tug at the hem of his black trousers: "Then perhaps we can do something else."

Yan Kai's pupils dilated.

Is this still the same arrogant, crazy, and eccentric King of the North?

"If you don't find time to worship the Insect God, I suspect you've been possessed."

Yalta looked puzzled: "Possession?"

"He's just mentally unstable."

Yalta seemed to understand, but answered very seriously, "You're all I can think about."

Yan Kai's heart pounded at the sight of his foolish behavior, and his head began to feel hot. He knew he was going to be killed by this female insect sooner or later...

She clenched her jaw and strode aggressively toward him, her furrowed brows looking like they could trap a fly: "Why do you keep bothering me? You're supposed to be the boss of the far north, don't you have anything better to do?"

I overheard a bit about the banquet earlier; they only arrived yesterday morning, and then this guy rushed over to find him!

Yalta leaned closer, closing the distance between the two insects, and raised his chin, his narrow eyes seeming to be studded with starlight under the light: "You are my serious business, and I came here specifically for you."

His injuries have not yet healed, and this trip is likely to be fraught with danger.

Yan Kai avoided the female insect's gaze and calmly repeated what he had said several times: "This is hopeless. I've already made it very clear."

Upon hearing this, Yalta fell silent for a moment, feeling a profound emptiness in his heart.

The atmosphere, which had just eased slightly, began to harden again.

The intense heat of Morbis couldn't melt the ice between them even a fraction.

Looking at the increasingly dim and desolate female insect, Yan Kai suddenly felt unbearable in the silence. It pressed heavily on his chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

a long time.

Yalta twitched his eyelids, his gaze falling on the male insect's well-defined hand, which he slowly reached out towards him.

Yan Kai stood frozen in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The female insect's body temperature is always exceptionally low; the icy coolness seeps through the fingers and settles in the palm.

Then, a warm breath gushed out, and moist lips fell.

It wasn't a polite greeting from Wendell.

Instead, Longkoda kneels on one knee, a solemn ceremony representing submission.