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

The next day.

The mornings at Khosrowshah Hospital are exceptionally quiet, hidden among lush ginseng bushes.

A gentle breeze stirred, carrying a cool, dry quality unlike that of Morbis, free from the scorching heat of the city.

Beside the wide-open window was a sheer white gauze curtain, gently lifted up like ripples on water.

On the white single hospital bed, a slender arm peeks out from under the raised thin blanket.

Tall and slender with well-proportioned muscles.

Yalta, half-asleep, touched the spot next to him; the sheets had long since lost their warmth.

His previously hazy eyes narrowed instantly, his gaze clearing as he quickly scanned the room, finally settling on Yan Kai's personal computer and clothes before feeling at ease.

Yalta raised his hand to the back of his head, twisting unnaturally for a moment. The thin blanket slowly slid down, revealing countless peach-pink patches and an indescribable tingling sensation.

Tsk——

The female insect clicked her tongue, and only after the weakness in her body subsided did she let out a long sigh of relief.

He fumbled around by the bedside for a bit, picked up his personal computer, and quickly scrolled through the messages from the past few days. Most of the red dots were basically Tokar's monologues, so he simply checked them off as read and didn't bother to look at them again.

The following reports consisted of work reports from the generals stationed in the north. They were used to foreign enemies provoking trouble along the border.

Finally, there was a short message each from Della and Kolo.

Yalta stared blankly at those few short words.

He's with me.

I'm with him.

Their tone was exactly the same; even a ghost could tell they were the same insect.

Yalta initially intended to pretend he hadn't seen anything, but then he suddenly recalled how this female insect hadn't held back at all when she beat him up at the welcome banquet that day, and he suddenly didn't want to let it go so easily.

Della was, after all, one's former capable subordinate, so one had to get his approval at least once.

I propped the pillow up behind my back, bent my legs, found a comfortable position, and started rubbing my fingers together.

When will you release the bug back to me?

The other party replied instantly: 【No reply.】

Yalta sneered and raised an eyebrow: [Dream on.]

[Lonkoda couldn't provide him with any further medical support.]

[Morbis isn't much better off either.]

Something is better than nothing.

Yalta rolled his eyes rapidly: "The situation is unstable recently; it's not suitable for Della to stay here."

I have my own way.

Yalta tapped his finger lightly on his knee, hesitated slightly: "Still not going to clarify what happened back then?"

This time, the other party did not reply for a long time.

On the other side, there is an abandoned factory about 180 kilometers away from the main urban area.

Ten floors underground.

Kolo crossed his arms and repeatedly chewed on the cigarette butt, grinding it between his teeth.

Directly opposite is a rectangular water tank, in the middle of which floats only half of Della, her body covered in tubes, in a deep sleep.

On the second floor, researchers in white coats were coming and going, using various high-end precision instruments to prepare to rebuild the bodies of female insects that were soaking in the repair solution.

Once everything was ready, the research insect asked, "General, the skeletal model is complete. Shall we begin the surgery?"

Kolo didn't reach out to take it. He had been preparing for this day for a whole year, and he was so familiar with the whole process that he could almost recite it by heart: "Absolutely foolproof."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."

Kolo glanced deeply at Della across from him, then picked up his phone again: [No explanation needed.] There was nothing to explain.

If he had been more careful or stronger back then, he wouldn't have ended up picking up a broken, scattered insect.

It was his incompetence that caused Della's disability...

* *

Yalta casually closed Kolo's reply and didn't continue the topic. Some things are only clear to the people involved, so it's best to let them handle it themselves.

I switched software, opened my email, and it was full of messages from Elke.

Currently, Longkoda is under his temporary management, and this female insect, who has received an elite education since childhood, is clearly more adept at handling these formal matters.

Yalta quickly scanned the page and discovered a few interesting things.

Firstly, his half-brother, Guria, had been sent to the Red Zone by him under the pretext of 'great disrespect'.

I originally thought that, given the male insect's temperament, it wouldn't last more than a week, but the result was unexpected.

He actually managed to form a rebel army with the help of local female insects, and even killed the original leader, the old male insect. That's quite interesting.

Yalta curled the corners of his mouth, his expression full of sarcasm.

To think that you can use those scumbags to deal with him is simply wishful thinking.

Secondly, Alya's railway transport plan has been met with protests from most of the insectoid population and has yet to be implemented.

Thirdly, through various brainwashing propaganda methods such as videos, radio broadcasts, and slogans, the male insect protection law was suddenly implemented with unusually smooth progress.

.......

However, there was also a leave slip for maternity leave from the high priest.

Yalta pursed his lips, stared intently for more than three minutes, then casually tossed the personal computer aside and grabbed a thin blanket to cover his head.

Silently reminding myself: Don't be angry, it's just an egg...

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. It was just an egg, and damn it, it couldn't even lay an egg!

When Yan Kai returned after completing the discharge procedures, he saw the female insect lying face down on the bed with her head covered. She walked over, patted his butt, and laughed, "What are you doing?"

Yalta opened the door a crack, his voice filled with resentment: "Where have you been?"

He waved the discharge slip in his hand: "We just finished the formalities, we can pack up and go home."

Yalta immediately perked up, sitting up with the blanket in his arms: "Where are you planning to stay when we get back?"

Yan Kai replied matter-of-factly, "Back to the villa, where else can we go?"

Yalta's expression froze, and he warned fiercely, "You're not allowed to go."

Although it was Knox's property, it was arranged by Wendell, and he just couldn't stand it.

"what happened?"

That's not your house.

Yan Kai started tidying up the things on the bedside table and replied, "I know." He hadn't planned to stay there permanently anyway.

"You can live in your own house."

"I do not have."

Morbis is incredibly expensive, comparable to the capital of the world. Where could he afford to buy property when he first arrived?

Yalta gritted his teeth: "You do."

Yan Kai blinked innocently, then touched the 100 star coins he had left in his pocket. Was this the house he bought in his dream?

"I really don't."

Yalta, puffing out his cheeks, emphasized again: "You do!"

Yan Kai put down the packed items and helplessly spread his hands: "Honey, we really don't have any right now, but of course I promise I'll work hard and try to buy a house as soon as possible."

Yalta got angry just looking at his innocent, stupid face.

He fumbled around on the bed, found the quantum computer he had just tossed far away, turned it on, and held it up to the male insect: "You have it!"

Yan Kai, an elderly man, is pictured on his phone while on the subway. (JPG image)

On the small screen was a property transfer document, signed by Yan Kai.

The carefree male insect didn't even consider any possibilities, and just stood there dumbfounded: "Good heavens, the homeowner has the same name as me."

Yalta: Pinching someone's philtrum (JPG)!