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

The showerhead in the bathroom was running, water was flowing gently, and steam was rising, but there was no one in sight...

Please move your gaze downwards.

Yan Kai was curled up on the ground, hugging his knees, letting the water wash over him.

The sorrow and melancholy were palpable even through the screen.

What does it mean to lose face completely?

This is utterly humiliating!

Looking down at his disappointing little brother, Yan Kai felt like crying.

He splashed water twice as if venting his anger, held his breath, and tilted his head back to let the water wash over him.

The female insect's words echoed in his mind, and a deep sense of melancholy welled up within him.

"call--"

Yan Kai let out a long breath, wiped the water droplets from his face, opened his eyes, and muttered under his breath: Annoying.

Before this, he had imagined many possible reunions, all of which would end in a confrontation and unpleasantness like yesterday's meeting. He could never even dream of a scene like what just happened.

He couldn't understand why the female insect was so persistent.

There was no mutual affection between them.

If there is anything to it, it's nothing more than some illusions caused by pheromone interference.

Yes.

Yan Kai held a grudge about this, which was the fundamental reason why he decided to leave.

He disliked the fact that external forces were adding to the already ambiguous feelings, making everything more complicated.

Their encounter was indeed unpleasant. Yalta was a complete tyrant at the beginning of their acquaintance, cruel, terrifying, and cold-blooded.

Under those circumstances, Yan Kai had no way to explain his identity, and regardless of whether he was a male or not, he went through that ordeal.

In this vast universe, where even Earth doesn't exist, how can he explain his origins?

So even though he was unhappy about what happened later, he didn't intend to hold the female insect responsible.

From both sides' perspectives, his transmigration was an undeserved disaster. Meanwhile, Longkoda was riddled with holes under the male insect's rule, and the female insect was at a crucial stage of its resistance, unable to withstand even the slightest disturbance.

The fact that he's still alive is thanks to the special blessing of being an S-class male insect. If he were a lower-class insect, the grass on his grave would probably be two feet tall by now.

Some things, whether you can accept them or not, are already facts.

Yan Kai is now living in an era filled with violence and bloodshed, and it is obviously unrealistic to expect the same equality and justice as on Earth.

There was no deep-seated hatred between Yan Kai and Yalta. Apart from the initial opposition between their identities, the female insects were almost completely unrestrained afterward.

Yalta is actually quite easy to understand in some ways; he's straightforward and blunt, and he wears his heart on his sleeve.

The female insect didn't even bother to pretend, and the two got along surprisingly easily.

The only thing he couldn't accept was Yalta using pheromones to control those who were consumed by lust.

Yan Kai lived a lonely life on Earth, never having a close relationship with anyone except Yalta in both his lifetimes.

Is this female insect special?

Of course it's special.

He originally intended to use the female insect as a springboard for escape, but he ended up losing control first.

Yan Kai admitted that he is not entirely mentally healthy and has some paranoia, even to the point of being extreme.

After they embraced countless times in the eternal night, establishing an inseparable intimacy, he could no longer treat the female insects the same way.

The feeling is indescribable, like a traveler on the verge of dying of thirst in the desert suddenly encountering a puddle of water.

Yan Kai wanders the world alone, and no one ever stops for him.

Yalta's appearance was like a life-saving 'water' for him.

Yan Kai once said that no one can understand the loneliness that lasts for decades unless they have experienced it firsthand.

There are so many people in the world, yet none of them are relevant to you.

Even if you give it your all, you might still be afraid to get close, let alone participate, because you're afraid of losing it.

He always felt detached from the world, lacking a sense of belonging.

Yalta's assertiveness, in some ways, filled the emotional void that Yan Kai had previously longed for but could not obtain.

But when everything is enhanced by pheromones, it loses its original purity.

Yan Kai loathed and feared this uncertainty.

He felt insecure and believed that it was all a lie, which was tantamount to sentencing Yalta to death.

Thinking of this, Yan Kai showed a slight struggle, lowered his head and buried it in his arms, hugging himself tightly, maintaining the posture, and squatting quietly on the ground.

After a long while, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, a muffled sentence escaped: "Truly, what a tragic fate..."

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Inside the room, Yalta was completely unaware of what was happening. Although his expression was indifferent, the arrogance in his eyes and brows made it clear that he was in a good mood.

After waiting in bed for a while and seeing no male insect emerge from the bathroom, I prepared to get up.

Picking up the shirt from the ground, he frowned as he looked at the stains on it; this proud tribal chief had a bit of a cleanliness obsession.

Disdainfully, he threw the shirt into the trash can, walked to the wardrobe next to him, opened it, rummaged through the clothes that showed signs of wear, took them out and smelled them, then picked out a shirt with a male insect scent and casually draped it over his shoulders before pushing open the door and going out.

When Yan Kai came out drying his hair, he didn't see the female insect in the room. He paused slightly, and his lips twitched as if a hint of mockery flashed across his face.

Holding a towel, she stood there, water droplets dripping from her still-wet hair. Finally, as if losing patience, she tossed the towel aside with a gloomy expression and prepared to go downstairs.

The moment the door opened, a wonderful aroma filled the air.

Yan Kai froze, then lifted his foot, as if in slow motion from a movie cut, and walked to the railing, placing one hand on it and unconsciously gradually pulling it closer.

Downstairs was an open kitchen. The female insect's shirt hung loosely on her shoulders, sleeves rolled up, and she leaned against the counter with a spatula in her hand. Something was bubbling and emitting a fragrant aroma in the pot in front of her.

Hearing the door open, I looked up, and the whole insect exuded a sense of relief.

"The timing is perfect, come down for dinner."

Yan Kai pursed his lips tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly from the force he exerted.

The female insect's vow may have been shocking, but it didn't move him nearly as much as what he felt now; his high-built defenses crumbled in an instant...