Chapter 31: Don’t resist my touch. Among the army bugs, among the female ones…

As the night deepened, the long meeting finally came to an end with a back-and-forth confrontation.

Just now, Artemanthys and Bernie, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, finally managed to temporarily turn the enemy into a friend and successfully transformed the special envoy into a helper. This undoubtedly relieved a huge burden for the nest cleaners.

Originally, the Qingchao Bureau had been in a very passive position, with the enemy hidden and us in the open, leaving them completely defenseless. Now, although it seemed to have suffered a loss, at least the mastermind behind the scenes had been exposed, buying them a moment's respite.

As the insects filed out, the room returned to deathly silence.

Even though he'd only been alone for a moment, Artemantis felt an inexplicable palpitation. He felt his heart throb, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at it, leaving only holes and emptiness.

The female soldier raised her hand and rubbed her chest vigorously, then she let out a long breath, as if to expel all the fatigue and stress accumulated during this period of time.

"Alright, Artemantis Hall, relax..." He muttered to himself, closing his eyes tightly. "It's just the Hive trying to get rid of you... It's no big deal..."

Suddenly, Artemantis was alerted to a rustling sound outside the door. His expression instantly returned to normal, "Come in."

A female insect came in. It was Bernie Byron.

"Director, why are you in such a hurry to have a meeting? Why don't you take a rest for a while..." Bernie was really worried. After the meeting, he avoided the eyes of his colleagues and slipped back quietly.

Seeing his superior's nonchalant expression, he couldn't help but nag, "No matter how strong you are, you're not made of iron. There's no need for you to do everything yourself..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Artemantis gave his subordinate a soothing smile. He looked at the tail hook on the conference table and whispered, "You've come just in time. This is the spoils of this battle. Take it and make a few more soothing drugs for the medical department. As before, distribute them as quickly as possible..."

"What about you, Director? You still don't need it?" Bernie couldn't help but interrupt his superior for the first time. There was a hint of obvious urgency in his words: "You've been consuming the most energy recently. Obviously, you're the one who needs the soothing agent the most."

I don't know what she was thinking about. The more she spoke, the more excited she became. Her eyes turned red and her voice gradually became hoarse: "You are always like this..."

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Bernie like this, Artemantis couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and gently patted his subordinate's head, just like he did when he was his captain.

Artemantis raised her chin, lowered her gorgeous emerald eyes, and said bluntly, "Don't overthink it, soldiers. I don't use soothing agents simply because I'm stronger than you, so I don't need them."

"Sir, has anyone ever told you that you ask for a beating when you speak..." Bernie was choked by Artemantis' words and complained weakly, but his heart was also relieved a lot.

He saw that his superior had actually given the question some serious thought. Then, a slightly arrogant smile appeared on his usually stern face. The mantis female soldier said, "It has never happened before, and it will never happen again."

"Okay, I'm going to rest." After saying that, Artemantis waved his hand casually and strode out of the meeting room, leaving only the words "Remember to execute, Captain Byron."

Seeing his superior still walking briskly, Bernie already believed what he said about 70%.

He stood there, staring at the indomitable figure, his eyes filled with admiration and respect. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: As expected of the Director! A soldier among soldiers, a female among females!

I can't hold the Qingchao Bureau back! Thinking of this, Junfe seemed to be energized and carried out the order with brisk steps, sweeping away her previous anxiety and uneasiness.

But what Bernie didn't know was that the heroic Director Hall in his mind was already at the end of his strength.

Artemantis walked methodically back to his single dormitory and dived into his bed with a clear mind. He wrapped himself tightly in the cold blanket, hoping to gain a sense of security from it.

Artemantis tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, under the endless darkness and the high pressure of his mind. Finally, exhausted and exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep.

However, even in his sleep, he couldn't find peace. In Junfei's mind, there were always malicious eyes staring at him:

Among them were those Zergs who had been severely executed by the Nest Clearance Bureau, their friends, relatives, and even vaguely the embodiment of the hive's will... These dark shadows twisted and entangled together, and finally merged into a greedy and fat brain-eating louse that pounced towards him with resentment, opened its smelly bloody mouth and began to bite hard.

His body felt the gnawing pain once again, his skin tearing apart as countless lice eggs playfully burrowed into his body... Artemanthys's breathing suddenly became extremely difficult, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His once bright and sharp face instantly lost all color, appearing as pale as wax.

The mantis's armor and wing membranes, which could be retracted and expanded freely, were exposed uncontrollably. In the face of this powerful force, the solid uniform and thin bedding were instantly torn into pieces.

In the cold night, Artemantis curled up subconsciously. His back, covered in cold sweat, had the spinous processes of his spine bulging exaggeratedly, as if he was about to break free from the confinement of his skin.

The intimidating eye-shaped pattern on the female soldier's wings was now trembling alone in the air, like a crumbling leaf that would be torn to pieces by the breeze in the next second.

A contradictory smell began to permeate the air, a mixture of sweetness and strong bitterness, just like a camellia flower in full bloom, gorgeous on the outside but withering and rotting at the roots - due to multiple mental and physical stimulations, the female insect's decline period broke out prematurely.

"How pitiful..." At some point, Gu Zheyue stood quietly beside his bed, watching the scene with a little pity.

This usually sharp and powerful warrior showed no reaction at all. Even his vaunted intuition had become incredibly weak. The hair around Artemantis's face, damp with sweat and tears, grew cold and sticky. He shivered slightly, looking like a lonely, pitiful creature.

"Being abandoned by the very being you believed in, does that make you so sad..." Gu Zheyue sighed softly, his words filled with endless sorrow. In stark contrast, his eyes, those deep blue eyes, glowed like a ghost in the darkness.

It wouldn't be hard for anyone in the White Tower to tell that the Sea Hornets were excited.

Countless jellyfish poured out from a vast, ocean-like spiritual scene, gently and powerfully encroaching upon the entire room. The operator standing in the center now revealed an angelic smile. He slowly approached his prey, then unceremoniously knelt on the couch.

Then, Gu Zheyue reached out and gently lifted Artemantis's head, forcing it to rest on his thigh. He gently stroked the military girl's wet hair and whispered:

"Poor worm, pitiful martyr..."

[Wait a moment!] The system suddenly interrupted his chant, and with a look of despair, he emphasized: [Host, no matter what you want to do next! You really can't!]

Why not? 030 Are you trying to stop me from completing my mission? Gu Zheyue asked in confusion. His mental strength had improved a lot during this period, and his originally bad temper could no longer be concealed.

[That's not how missions are done—No! Don't keep using missions as an excuse to do whatever you want!]

Hearing this, Gu Zheyue still maintained that innocent and well-behaved expression on her face, and just said two comforting words lightly in her mind: Okay, 030, don't think too much, you should go to rest.

[Su——!] Before the system could issue any further warnings, it was forcibly shut down and completely silent.

At this moment, trapped in her nightmare, the female insect remained oblivious to her tragic fate, a lamb about to fall into the clutches of a tiger. She felt only that her body felt as heavy as if it were being poured into coarse cement, every inch of her flesh tearing and ripping apart. And her soul, like a cold, hard stone falling into a desolate swamp, continued to sink into endless darkness.

Decline was like a surging tide, eroding both his wandering body and soul. Artemanthys nearly drowned while struggling to catch his breath.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation ripped through his scalp as a familiar hand gripped his hair fiercely. This undeniable position of control felt like a lifeline, easily capturing the Lost One's attention.

"Al..." The first thing that returned was the sense of touch. The fresh heat of a young body enveloped him tightly. A worm stroked his spine and whispered soothingly, "It's okay... It's okay..."

He was curled up naked, but his head was resting on warm, firm flesh. For a moment, Artemantis could not distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Saint Zachary..." Artemantis's consciousness was still in a trance. He struggled to lift his thick eyelashes, and what came into his eyes was a handsome and compassionate face.

The gentle eyes of the female were like a deep and tolerant sea, as if they could accommodate all sinful desires. He could no longer suppress the desire in his heart and slowly stretched out his hand.

"I'm here." Saint Zachary, who was as holy and merciful as a god, followed his gesture of extending his hand and lowered his head submissively.

The shoulder-length dark blue satin hair cascaded down like a waterfall, creating an ambiguous private space that felt like both a tender protection and an inescapable confinement.

In this small world, they can only see each other's faces. The hot and humid breath just exhaled from their bodies will be gently inhaled by the other party, which can be said to be mutual support.

"Relax..." Artemantis's gaze was involuntarily drawn to that compassionate face. Saint Zachary pressed closer to his palm, his eyes filled with peace. He whispered softly, "Al, don't resist my touch..."

Looking at the pair of delicate pale lips opening and closing, Artemantis's sore and soft tongue uncontrollably secreted a large amount of honey, which gradually filled her bland mouth.

His lips and teeth were numb from holding it in his mouth, but the crisp swallowing sound when his Adam's apple rolled was particularly loud in the silent and narrow space, almost shattering his shaky psychological defenses.

In his panic, he heard Saint Zachary sigh softly, as if he had seen through the longing in his eyes. The female woman smiled helplessly and slowly approached him.

No, no... Artemanthys thought drowsily. He could hear the mating hums of his abdomen, and there was no way he could deceive himself any longer.

God of Insects...I will tear him to pieces...