Chapter 9

His voice overlapped with Hughes's.

This is extraordinary, as if this issue is an indisputable fact, more important and urgent than anything else.

Yael's eyes were fixed on the female insect in front of him.

The wandering "human" thinking finally connected to the track of the Zerg society and faced up to the problems that he had avoided intentionally or unintentionally.

A dying beast will have an unprecedented desire to survive, especially one that is fortunately rescued and has a glimmer of hope of survival.

The former are brave enough to risk their lives, while the latter often bend their spine and grit their teeth to endure terrible pain in order to survive.

There are those who think they are aloof and hate this change. Universal values ​​can understand it but with subtle contempt. However, those accusing hands are in another time and space and cannot reach this little house.

The insect tribe thinks that it is normal for male insects to have sex with their female slaves. The female slaves may be in pain, but no insects care, so it is worse than in the "human world" -

This is a complete moral island.

He can do whatever he wants to the female insect, it is reasonable, legal, normal and correct.

"I know you like it, so why not just do it directly?"

The hot breath made the fabric damp, like fine needles, awakening Yael from his dark fantasy.

Xi Ze had already crawled out from under the quilt and was kneeling beside his legs, knocking his knees on the cold ground without feeling any pain.

Yael remembered that there was a bloody hole there that made it impossible for him to stand up.

He is like a newborn baby or a god in Greek mythology. Every line of his body represents living strength and beauty. His eyes of molten gold are like a deep pool, burning with cold blue fire.

——The god who was pulled down from the altar was covered in mud. The blood and wounds, suffering and embarrassment added a different kind of temptation to the beauty, which was almost breathtaking.

He thought he had found hope, but he found that he had simply fallen into a deeper level of hell, and in order to survive he had to ask the ruler of hell to exchange interests.

"Is that okay? You have fun, and I get the resources to survive."

The female insect's voice was hoarse and filled with a calmness that was almost desperate.

Equal transaction, money and goods are both equal——

Yael stroked the female insect's soft white hair and felt a slight shudder.

"No."

He narrowed his eyes and spoke softly but firmly, almost like a vow.

"I won't touch you."

He really liked it, otherwise he wouldn't have been so amazed when he first saw the advertisement that he would think of it from time to time until he picked up the female insect and took it home.

But liking it is one thing, and actually implementing it is another.

If he really arbitrarily imposes his hobbies and wishes on the female insect, and uses his survival resources in exchange for the release of his selfish desires, then he is no different from an animal.

He is human, and he can never forget that.

Yael frowned and said in a deep voice, "Whether I am a male or female insect, what I said at the beginning will not change."

He pushed Xi Ze's shoulder and told him to lie back in the quilt. "Let you take good care of your injuries first. We can talk about other things after you get better."

But remembering what Hughes had said to the female insect who was only breathing her last, he realized that recuperation was not a good excuse to refuse sex.

"There was no particular reason for saving you and bringing you back. It was completely impulsive."

"I do like you, but not in the sex-like way..."

Yael tried hard to describe his feelings, but he couldn't find the adjectives. Saying that he wanted to raise a snow leopard sounded stupid.

"So let's just be roommates and friends. At worst you'll have to pay double the rent later."

Xi Ze's vision was dark.

The voice in his ear was calm and gentle, with a hint of soft distress, without the arrogant, cold or hysterical male tone in his memory.

The insect in front of me was very stable from beginning to end, and it easily eased the conflict.

But rather than trusting the illusion before his eyes, he believed more in the consistent nature of male insects in his cognition.

It is inevitable that he would relax his guard in a warm and comfortable environment. Rather than being caught off guard and hit when his soft spots are exposed, he would rather be on guard and endure the pain from the beginning.

"I will play the role of a good toy and won't make you feel bored."

The female insect tried hard to smile, like a waiter who was working hard but was not very busy.

And just as he said, he would be a good actor, and after a few blinks, the smile became visibly more pleasing to the eye.

"You can lock me to the bed and do whatever you want. It's okay to fuck me from morning till night. You can put sexy lingerie on me. It might look more fun. Maybe you like it..."

He enumerated the usual ways in which male insects play, introducing himself as if he were peddling expired merchandise at a supermarket clearance sale.

Maybe it's even worse than that, temporary items also cost money to buy, but he gets them almost for free.

Without waiting for Yael's response, he gritted his teeth and smiled, "I'm willing to play with you."

Although Yael thought it sounded more like "I'd like to kill you."

The female insect swept away the silence before, as if something would bite her throat if she stopped, and an invisible shadow was swallowing her up.

Yael smelled uneasiness and fear.

It does not depend on the strength or will of the female insect, but on the objective existence of various possibilities of being violated and harmed.

He took a deep breath, couldn't help frowning, and tapped his knees with his slender fingers.

This won't work.

They can't communicate this way.

But he couldn't expect to change the female insect's mind all at once.

This is like forcing a stray puppy whose bones were broken by a stick to like a huge teething stick that looks like a weapon. It is too much of an insult to him.

"All right."

After a moment's silence, Yael interrupted Cize and considered his words.

"I do want to play. If you... obey my orders and make me happy, I will give you what you want."

He emphasized the words "obey my orders."

"I don't like playing with blood. If you kneel down and your knees bleed, you will sleep on the floor tonight."

Yael sat back on the sofa, stepped lightly on the inside of the female insect's large labia with his plush slippers, and threatened her in a coaxing and deceiving manner.

The female insect's eyelashes trembled, her breathing was slightly choked, and her arms hanging at her sides tensed and relaxed, looking like a clam that wanted to close but forced itself to open.

Yael also paused. The hot body temperature and the touch of strong and flexible muscles were transmitted to the soles of his feet through the thin soft-soled shoes, making him curl up his toes uncomfortably.

“…Yes.” Xi Ze tensed his body, adjusted his posture and sat back on the quilt.

His back was slightly arched, and his abdomen was stretched out in beautiful and neat lines. Yerdo took a look and found the source of that familiar feeling.

This was the defensive action that the female insects took before being beaten during the live broadcast of the female slave exchange, so that they could curl up into a ball at any time to protect their fragile abdomen and vitals.

Yael's eyes darkened slightly, and he rubbed his fingertips, but he resisted the urge to touch Caesar's head again, and instead picked up the cup of warm milk.

Caesar waited for a long time, but instead of the usual kicks or whippings, he heard the male insect order him to "open his mouth."

There are many ways to play with the oral cavity, and it is also a place that is easily injured. His Adam's apple moved and he opened his mouth slightly——

The warm wall of the glass touched my lips.

"Drink milk."

“…”

The cup was transparent, and Yael could see him sipping the milk carefully, his soft lips stained with a little milky white, and occasionally he would stick out the tip of his tongue.

It really feels like I have raised a big snow leopard, lowering its head and licking milk from the plate.

He was distracted for a moment, and the milk in the cup was running low, so he couldn't drink it. The female insect didn't dare to urge him, so she just kept drinking.

Yael came back to his senses and saw that his face was stained by the milk on the rim of the cup. He felt subtly guilty, "...You can drink it yourself."

After drinking, I wiped my face, then washed up with the help of 015. After all the trouble, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Yael's biological clock made him squint sleepily, and he was too lazy to pretend to perform anymore.

He yawned three times in a row, his long eyelashes stuck together into small clumps due to his natural tears, the corners of his eyes turned slightly red, and his voice seemed to be immersed in the quiet night, becoming a little unclear.

"No creature is allowed in the house that doesn't sleep for eight hours... Get some rest, got it?"

The female insect, who was quietly carrying out the order, suddenly paused. The expression on her face became a little strange. She raised her eyes and looked over. A hoarse voice sounded hesitantly.

"Why...?"

Yael forced himself to cheer up and looked at the female insect for a moment. He didn't understand what Caesar was asking. "Why why?"

Then he watched the female insect clench her teeth silently, her expression became stiff, and there was a hint of anger as if she had been teased.

"What's wrong?"

Yael was confused and put the milk to his mouth, but he turned his head away and refused.

His sleepiness was somewhat dispelled, and he stared at the female insect's profile in a daze.

Wait...Yell suddenly realized that he had just made a wrong decision.

The problem between them was not solved, but was hastily ignored and brushed aside in order to appease the female insect.

But he was not a good actor and it didn't take long for him to reveal his true colors and be discovered by the female insect.

But now is not the time for negotiation.

Both parties are tired and sleepy, which may lead to misunderstandings and conflicts accumulating, and staying up late is not conducive to the recovery of wounds.

Yael rubbed his aching temple and whispered, "We can talk about this again when we have a chance, okay? Let's go to bed now."

This answer obviously did not satisfy Cesar, but he did not seem to be qualified to raise any objections.

After a moment of silence, the female insect slowly curled herself into the quilt.

"Good night." Yael whispered.

Getting no response, he turned off the living room light and returned to his room.

…

Then I rolled around in bed for a while, but my sleepiness gradually faded away.

Yael stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, turned on the computer, and typed in keywords such as "female slave necklace".

At that time, he only quickly scanned the instructions of this thing and seemed to have overlooked too many things.

[Each female slave will be given a collar to facilitate male insect management and punishment. All they need to do is identify the male insect's fingerprint to enter their information.]

[Male insects can use voice to manipulate the collar to perform electric shocks, suffocation, injection of toxins, forced estrus...]

[Each necklace has only one key, which means that the life of this female slave can only belong to that male insect from now on. It cannot be changed even if it is transferred or discarded.]

[Unless the owner voluntarily uses the key to open the necklace, any unauthorized damage to the necklace is illegal...]

[Statistics show that 99% of female slaves live their entire lives as such, and almost none of them are promoted to female servants or regain their freedom.]

[ps: The collar can only identify the identity information of male insects. If there is no male insect authentication, it can only be used as an ordinary punishment collar. ]

That's how it is. Yael suddenly realized that it was no wonder the female insect was so angry.

His fingers moved slightly, and he continued to search for information about the female slave's necklace.

A pale blue light was reflected in the eyes, countless entries were opened and closed, and a surging stream of information flowed like a river.

It didn't stop until dawn.

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