He lowered his head and kissed the ankle, which was as white as the first snow, then placed the jade foot upright on the bed, and then reached out to take off the shoe and socks on Elvis's other foot.

The light was blocked by the dense tentacles, with tiny dots of light shining through the gaps between the tentacles. Boyce's cold and hard profile exuded delicate tenderness in the faint light.

Elvis waited until Boyce had removed all his shoes and socks, and before he could do anything else that was disrespectful to his superiors, he snorted.

The golden soft light flooded the sky and earth, and the endless light before my eyes was soft and warm, just like the warm winter sun gently falling on the white snow, which was extremely holy.

Boyce's dark blue vertical pupils involuntarily expanded slightly, but he stared at Ives who was shrouded in light without flinching.

Although all he saw was warm golden light, the tall Zerg kneeling on the ground was reluctant to look away.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a moment, maybe endless time passed and the golden light dissipated.

The blond young man on the soft bed is pure and charming.

It was like a demon born in the light, pure and yet bewitching.

Her full and flexible chest outlines a plump curve under the white shirt, and her snow-white snake tail meanders under her tight waist without a trace of fat.

Beuys' pupils suddenly shrank.

Every inch of the slender snake tail exudes breathtaking beauty, and the scales are delicate and warm, which is infinitely exquisite beyond imagination and incredibly perfect.

Torn pieces of fabric were scattered on the bed and the tiled floor, and the tip of the flexible snake tail was wrapped with a piece of black, wriggling tentacle that looked out of place.

Beuys's vertical pupils had turned into a thin line, and his gaze was like substance, licking the scales on the snake's tail slowly from bottom to top with sticky greed.

"What are you looking at?" Elvis said with a smile.

The flexible and slender snake tail curled up and loosely wrapped around Boyce's slender neck. The warm touch was dangerous yet tempting.

"Ivis..." the tall Zerg called softly.

Although the sensitive snake tail is like a sculpture of soft white jade, each white scale seems to be connected to the most delicate and sensitive part of the brain.

Elvis clearly felt the movement of Boyce's Adam's apple, and his beautiful blue eyes seemed to be filled with a slight smile.

"Hold it."

The tip of the snake's tail that was wrapped around Boyce's neck circled around the white jade snake and returned to the starting point. It then extended down along the smooth and upright curve of Boyce's back and poked the dense tentacles that emerged from the deep cracks like black holes.

"Can you take it back?" Elvis asked knowingly.

“…Can’t…” The tall Zerg’s voice was hoarse.

He was obviously keeping an eye on the snake's tail wrapped around his neck.

Ignoring the looming sense of danger that should have made him immediately alert, he forcibly suppressed the ferocious desire to take the tip of the snake's tail that was teasing around on his back and grind it in his mouth, staring at Elvis.

The young man on the bed is elegant, outstanding and colorful.

The azure eyes and crimson lips are gorgeous, but the bright blonde hair and the soft and smooth skin like fresh snow are a collision of opposites.

The words that came out of her red lips were full of malice: "That's really not good..."

"Come up."

Elvis spoke concisely, and the snake's tail loosened, with the tip of the tail slowly and lightly brushing against Boyce's Adam's apple as if inadvertently.

Chapter 32

Boyce stood up and took off all his clothes.

He has an enviable body, with broad shoulders, a strong waist, and explosive muscles. He has a muscular body with great masculine power.

Elvis unabashedly admired this perfect body that completely matched his aesthetic taste, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Lie down." He patted the empty space next to him.

Boyce's eyes were fixed on his partner, but the tamed beast suppressed his desire.

Unfortunately, carnivores cannot change their ferocious nature. Although they lay down obediently at the command of their owner, their eyes were fixed on that soft spot with a burning gaze like a torch.

Elvis noticed it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not avoid it.

The cool and flexible snake tail wrapped around Boyce's calf and rubbed it coquettishly. Elvis pulled a thick and dry tentacle from his side and held it in his arms, their skin touching.

The wriggling tentacles retracted their sharp teeth the moment Elvis's porcelain-white fingertips touched them, revealing their softness.

Ivis smiled and bit the tip of the tentacle, leaving a wet tooth mark.

…

Beuys’s form was clearly a false anthropomorphism, yet sweat soaked his forehead.

Ives exhaled lightly, glanced at Boyce's waist and abdomen, sniffed the bloody and boiling pheromones mingling with the sweet smell that filled the narrow space, and said in a hoarse and vicious voice: "I'm sleepy."

"Don't move."

"Okay." Boyce sniffed the rich pheromones on his partner with satisfaction, suppressing the surging endless dark desires, and responded in a mute voice that could be described as submissive.

The strange monster extended its powerful tentacles and covered its partner, patting him gently, tenderly and patiently.

Elvis glanced at him, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something in his ear before he closed his eyes peacefully. Slowly, under the rhythmic comfort, he fell into a deep and sweet sleep, leaving behind the tormented tall Zerg with a longing yet gentle and pious sigh.

After making sure that Elvis was asleep, a tentacle rummaged around the house, found a pen and paper, and began to write something down.

Then, the tentacle gently pushed the door open, slipped out, and broke into Alvin's room.

It was a dreamless night, and Elvis felt relaxed and comfortable when he opened his eyes.

"Ivis..." The tall Zerg, noticing that his partner had woken up, shifted his gaze from the snow-white snake tail to Ivis's handsome face.

Ives held the back of Boyce's head and kissed him on the lips: "Good morning, my Boyce."

"You're very good." He glanced at Boyce's muscular waist and abdomen with an ambiguous look.

Boyce nuzzled his playful partner and retracted his tentacles back into his body, letting out a soft mechanical light.

Elvis leaned lazily in Boyce's arms, letting Boyce play with him. His snake tail was not idle either, it was entangled around Boyce's calf and rubbed against him dishonestly.

It was not until Boyce picked up his pants that Ivis slowly retracted his snake tail and turned it into a pair of straight white legs.

After taking care of Elvis, Boyce went to take care of himself.

But Boyce dressed himself much faster than he dressed Elvis, and he was done in no time.

He produced a piece of soft green plant from somewhere, and let out a low humming sound with a hint of coaxing from his throat, but he fed Elvis firmly and unyieldingly.

Elvis pursed his lips listlessly, swallowed the plant in his mouth, and used his mental power to examine Boyce. To make sure he wasn't starving, he brought up another matter: "Did you find out?"

Before going to bed last night, Ivis remembered something he wanted to ask Alvin, so he asked Boyce to find out.

Boyce nodded and spoke in a hoarse voice about the information he had learned from Alvin.

The alien beasts carry their own pollution, but as long as you wear a mecha and don't come into contact with them, you won't be contaminated. And even if you are contaminated by a small amount, it's not a big deal, just a few black spots will be left.

But Alvin had no idea what would happen if there was a large amount of pollution. Mechas had existed for thousands of years, so no one would be so foolish as to rush into the battlefield alone to fight against alien beasts.

The black spots that Ivis saw on several of Nicol's male insects should be the pollution they picked up when they hurriedly escaped from the Chris galaxy.

But don't worry, the pollution from strange beasts is not contagious.

Elvis nodded, and smiled playfully when he remembered the golden light that appeared when Boyce came into contact with the strange beast.

When he came to his senses, he saw Boyce staring at him eagerly, like a large dog begging for food.

Elvis leaned against the head of the bed and raised his eyebrows with interest: "Well done. Tell me, what do you want?"

Then he watched in surprise as Boyce's ears gradually turned red under his gaze.

"What are you thinking about?" Elvis became more and more interested. He leaned over and lifted Boyce's chin: "Tell me about it."

“…”

“…”

Boyce finally turned into his original form, and his huge dark blue eyes looked at Ivis hesitantly.

Ives paused for a moment, then threw the clothes beside him over Boyce's head, so that he wouldn't be bothered.

He snorted coldly: "I know." He stood up and pushed open the door, looking quite angry and embarrassed.

Behind him, Beuys's body twisted like a cloud of haze and transformed into an anthropomorphic form.

The stern man touched the clothes thrown to him with pleasure and put them away carefully.

He tried to curl the corners of his lips, but failed, so he gave up.

"So cute." He murmured hoarsely.

The sky is cloudless today, and the bright sunshine illuminates everything in front of us, sparkling with silver light.

Elvis frowned slightly, and although he was unhappy, it did not prevent him from taking in everything around him.

Military females in uniforms hurried along the streets. A few slender sub-females wore solemn expressions, but the suppressed despair in their eyes had vanished, replaced by a glimmer of hope for the future. They all wore half-masks, resembling automatons, and moved back and forth in a tense yet orderly manner.

Elvis knew that the mask was a product of technology that could block sunlight in the city, allowing the female soldiers to see normally. It could also be extended into a hard shield to block enemy attacks in times of crisis.

Yesterday, Alvin gave Elvis two masks, but Elvis played with them for a while and returned them to Alvin after figuring out their functions.

——Although the mask is a very useful tool for the Zerg here, it is vulnerable in the eyes of Elvis.

Boyce could crush it with just one tentacle.

In this case, it would just gather dust if it stayed with him, so it would be better to give it to other female insects so that it can play the greatest role.

"What's wrong?" Ivy