Chapter 20

While in the lab, the researchers forced him to receive inducers every hour in order to disrupt his estrus as much as possible.

In the end, his body had become so sensitive that even the movement of air would suffocate him. He was completely in a state of sensory confusion and chaos, with only the instinct to struggle for survival remaining.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him as he convulsed and twitched, tortured beyond recognition, with sarcastic and contemptuous expressions, as if they were looking at a little white mouse behaving strangely.

They said, how despicable.

At that time, Xi Ze felt that he was not lowly.

He later killed most of these researchers who were illegally conducting insect experiments. The rest he wasn't able to kill were because their bodies were damaged before and they couldn't withstand the strong electric current and fell into a coma.

Afterwards, he was handed over to various parties and was basically tortured in various ways, but he managed to hold on for five years with one breath. He never showed weakness and never gave in to his fate.

It was not until he was about to die that the male insect reached out to him.

He was taken to the hospital for treatment and then brought back to a warm home. Within a few days or even a dozen days, the defense he had maintained for five years was easily broken down.

How could there be such a male insect in the world?

Being so gentle and clean, she should be surrounded by roses and treasures, praise and love. She would not cast her eyes on the stray dogs struggling for survival on the streets, let alone worry about these dirty and trivial things.

Every time Yael cleaned the blood from his wounds, carefully applied medicine and bandaged them, and dealt with the dirty mess, he could hardly suppress his panic and shame.

But he couldn't even utter a word of flattery, and in the end he could only whisper "thank you" in a clumsy manner.

"Here? Does it hurt?"

A pleasant and patient voice came to his ears. He could feel the male insect looking at him intently, and his slender fingers gently massaged the wound.

Although he was showing pure concern and was performing treatment seriously, he could not suppress the sound in his throat. The male insect's fingertips were soaked with water, and the waterproof cloth under him was in a mess.

He suddenly understood what it meant to be mean.

Xi Ze was trembling and could hardly speak. He could only bite his knuckles harder and swallow the slight sob with his Adam's apple rolling.

"What's wrong?"

The male insect seemed to be stunned for a moment, thinking that he had hurt him, and quickly pulled his hand away, "Did I press on your wound?"

“Don’t…”

He felt the male insect's breath leaving him in a daze, and a huge panic rose in his heart. He subconsciously shouted, "Don't go...!"

"What happened?"

There was no mention of this situation in the document, and Yael was a little at a loss. He used his ungloved hand to pull away Caesar's hand that was blocking his face, trying to observe his condition.

Xi Ze seemed to shudder, but still did not resist his actions, and obediently exposed himself to the inquiring gaze.

Yael was stunned for a moment.

He carefully touched the female insect's face with his fingertips and felt a little cool and wet.

"Are you okay?"

He asked in a low voice, not knowing whether to stop or not.

Today might not be a good time for treatment. If Cecil is really feeling unwell, we can only postpone it until next time.

But the palm of my hand was rubbed, and the soft hair fell into the gaps between my fingers, causing a slight tingling sensation.

The female insect lowered her head to reach for his hand and rubbed her nose lightly against the palm of his hand.

A trembling and vague sound came from his throat, and it took him a long while to hold back his gasps and sobs, "Go on... My Lord, go on."

It is best to start the treatment all at once. Yeldon hesitated for a moment, but decided to move on to the next step.

"Okay, hold on tight. I'm going to put some medicine in your reproductive cavity. It might be a little painful. Just bear with it. If you can't stand it, tell me. Okay?"

"……Um."

Although the situation was obviously not right, the female insect did not resist or even show any signs of half-insectization. She seemed unusually docile and did almost everything he said. She was very well behaved.

Yael picked up a syringe from the tray next to him, poked it into the small bottle next to him, sucked out half a tube of bright red liquid, and added another mixed liquid medicine.

...It's still too weird to rashly go to bed with a bug with whom I have no emotional foundation.

He specifically consulted Hughes and determined that blood could be used instead of body fluids for treatment, and the effect would be better, and 10 could support the entire course of treatment.

Yael coughed softly and removed the needle from the syringe, leaving only the blunt injection port, which he then disinfected carefully again.

“…”

The treatment process was very exhausting. At least when the empty syringe was pulled out, Yael felt that his wrist had become completely stiff, and a tingling sensation arose after he relaxed.

The pajamas that Cize wore were already soaked with sweat, rising and falling with his rapid breathing, and even the muscles in his thighs were a little cramped due to being tense for a long time.

But since Yael didn't say let go, he kept his original position, trying hard to control his trembling and convulsions, and put himself into the male insect's hands, being very obedient.

"Okay."

Yael whispered soothingly, pulled the female insect's hand away, and massaged the stiff muscles until they became soft and hot again, and the uncontrollable syrup still filled the gaps between his fingers.

"Take a rest for a while, I'll give you some counseling."

…

This was the second time that Yell entered the spiritual landscape of Cizek.

Cold and wet snow fell on the tip of my nose. Before my eyes was an endless wasteland with falling snow and distant mountains that were desolate and lonely.

The biting wind blew up the icy snow, but he was wrapped in it, not feeling the slightest bit of cold.

All the rejection and resistance disappeared without a trace, turning into a touch of softness between the fingertips.

“…”

Xi Ze could vaguely feel that the source of his spiritual power was also drawn out and buried in the snow.

The dazed little creature had its fur all blown up, and it shivered as it clung to the male insect's calf, whimpering softly.

Yael looked down and could only see a blurry, translucent ball of light, but he knew what it was.

The origin of spiritual power is concretized.

This topic is still in the gray area of ​​exploration for the Zerg, because there are only a few top-level Zerg, and not every one of them can be materialized.

Yer thought for a moment, stretched out his finger and pinched the little thing's chin.

Then he successfully harvested a doubly sticky little ball, which lay in his palm without any bones, exposing its vulnerable belly and begging for comfort.

The perception of mental power is completely linked to the entity.

Xi Ze could clearly sense that the little creature was almost overjoyed after being teased. It squeezed around the male insect's calf like a rogue, rubbing up and down like a madman inviting pet, completely ignoring its own embarrassment.

Really... shameless.

But it cannot be denied that that ball of mental power is the core that directly reflects his deepest emotions.

But at least...

Xi Ze moved his Adam's apple up and down with difficulty, trying to suppress himself from being led astray.

Yael didn't notice his embarrassment and continued to play with the little thing in his hand with interest. When he had enough fun, he picked it up and held it in his arms.

He stood up and looked at the vast snowy wasteland in front of him, narrowing his eyes slightly.

This feeling is very wonderful. His mental power is connected with Xi Ze's mental picture. When he opens his eyes, he can see the female insect in the real world, and when he closes his eyes, he can immerse himself in the picture.

After thinking for a while, he walked in the direction of his memory.

The outline of a small house loomed at the end of his sight and then came into view as he approached.

“Crack, crack…”

The small wooden lamp was still hanging by the window, swaying in the wind and casting a warm halo of light on the doorway.

Yael pushed the door open and went in. There was nothing inside, but closing the door completely blocked out the wind and snow, and because of his mental power swirling around, there was also a warm feeling.

The little ball was originally paralyzed in the male insect's arms. After sensing the warm breath, it stuck its head out, and was then pinched by the back of the neck and placed on the ground.

“I didn’t expect it to be so well preserved.”

Yael looked around and was a little surprised. After thinking about it, he decided to fix it up. "It seems a little small."

The mental image is like a fantasy space where "words come true", and the driving force is mental power. Perhaps because of the previous mental counseling, he can feel that part of the image's authority has been released to him.

After tilting his head and thinking for a while, Yael snapped his fingers.

When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was no longer a small room made of wooden boards, but a large wooden house.

There was a thick woven carpet, a small sofa so soft that you could sink into it, a small table in front of you with hot tea and snacks, and the indispensable burning fireplace.

This medieval decoration is really out of place in the universe, and female insects may find it strange.

But this is because we are from the south who have never seen heavy snow, and Yelle himself has some fantasies about the deep snowy mountains... In short, a super warm fireplace is a must!

The burning firewood made a crackling sound and seemed unusually warm. The little thing moved closer to it curiously and was baked until it became fluffy all over. The howling wind outside the house also subsided a little.

Yael wanted to continue exploring for a while, but remembering that it was getting late, he closed his eyes, released his mental power to wander within the image, and began deep counseling.

The cold wind carried the warm current of spiritual power across the desolate mountains and vast snowfields, melting layers of ice and snow and healing the cracked and dry soil underneath.

The extent of damage to this small world is far beyond imagination.

Yael frowned slightly.

Just like bringing a dead area back to life and making it suitable for green growth, the repair process is extremely long and tedious.

The situation is far from optimistic, but fortunately, the coming spring has no intention of leaving, and keeps working hard to melt the severe winter until the raging wind and snow outside stop.

…

When Yael came back from washing his hands, he found the female insect still lying on its side on the bed, its body slightly curled up.

He half-closed his eyes and breathed tiredly and silently. His soft features rose and fell with his breathing, and exuded vigorous heat from every pore.

Yael looked at him for a few seconds and couldn't help but put his hand on his back. The cold water made his body tremble and he let out a little nasal sound.

"My Lord..."

Xize moved, seemed to be a little more awake, turned around and covered his hands in his arms, called out but nothing else happened.

It's time to ask the female insect to go out and wash up and rest.

Yael thought so but did nothing.

[You have broken through the dull shell that resists pain and seen the soft heart underneath the hard shell.

—— Treat it well, give it kisses instead of thorns. 】

He forgot where he saw this sentence, but at this moment, it appeared in his mind so appropriately.

Yael thought about it, then suddenly leaned over and gave the female insect a soothing kiss on the forehead.

The female insect's body trembled violently, and she instantly looked at him, her breathing becoming rapid.

"Why ..."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. He put his hand on Yael's shoulder, but he didn't know whether he wanted to push him away or pull him towards him.

Yael did not intend to explain the kiss. He pressed the corners of the female insect's eyes with his fingertips to wipe away the water that had re-seeded.

"Let 015 help you wash up and go to bed early."

His voice was soft and steady.

"Good night."

The author has something to say:

There is a feeling of... tenderness and ruthlessness, which makes the general eat him to death XD