Chapter 316: Transcending Genes
Anno is mostly controlled by her own emotions and doesn't understand these subtle differences.
Even though Sitar is now in adult form, she hasn't been out of the egg for as long as she has.
He was more guided and controlled by the Zerg genetic instincts than she was.
Now, his thoughts and emotions have begun to take over the control that his genes have given him, and he feels a little lost.
Shouldn't there be something else besides the instincts inherited from their genes?
He never leaves himself with questions; he is very eager to learn.
The stage's colorful spotlights, like lighthouses at sea, swept across the audience seats in circles.
As the light swept across Sital and Anno, Anno caught a glimpse of Sital's expression for a fleeting moment.
His dark eyes looked at her with a bright and resolute gaze, yet also with the ferocity unique to the Zerg, which made her feel a strange sense of fear.
She tried to back away, but found that his hands on the back of her neck and waist were as hard and unshakeable as a rock.
Her hands, which were pressed against his chest, clenched into fists.
Although she had never seen her mother beat her father, she knew that when her mother was angry with her father, she would beat him so badly that he was restless on the throne, because he was beaten all over except for his face.
She had never beaten up Sitar, and... never even considered it.
But at this moment, she really wanted to punch him.
she......
The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and she was almost pressed against Sitar's face.
Something soft landed on her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks...
Sitar's warm, fragrant scent gently brushed across her cheeks, like an animal marking its cub with its own scent, licking carefully and attentively.
Anno's mind went blank. The singing in his ears slowly faded away, while Sitar's breathing and heartbeat grew louder and louder. His heart was pounding so fast...
No......
Her heart was beating so fast...
Sitar's lips landed on the tip of her nose, and the unique, warm fragrance became even stronger. Her fist clenched for a moment, then relaxed.
The slight force that separated the two of them snapped the moment she released it, like a taut string breaking.
There were no more obstacles between her and Sitar.
His lips landed on the soft lips he had longed for.
Anno's mind went blank for a moment, then exploded.
Her breath caught in her throat. Sitar's deep blue eyes, in the dim light, seemed to sink her into the ocean, swallowing her whole.
She instinctively wanted to escape, but her body was immobilized under Sitar's skillful control. His hands patted her back repeatedly, guiding her breathing.
She took a deep breath and opened her mouth slightly.
Sitar had been waiting for this moment, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.
He easily infiltrated, captured, and then slowly absorbed it.
Anuo felt that her consciousness was completely chaotic, so chaotic that she couldn't distinguish east from west, or even where she was.
She had seen kisses between men and women, and even more intimate things, in the past.
But she still felt confused because she had never known that this was how it felt.
It was strange in a way that she couldn't quite explain, yet it also piqued her curiosity and made her want to explore it.
Her head was burning hot, her face felt like it was on fire, her lips were blocked by Sitar, and she had difficulty breathing. He kept taking away her breath, and the more she wanted air, the more he took away from her.
She became angry again, opened her mouth, and bit down hard.
The sharp little canines bit through Sitar's lips, and the taste of blood spread in his mouth.
He won't let go.
Anno's fingers, gripping his arm, sprouted tiny, sharp claws that pierced his skin.
He still wouldn't let go.
She retaliated, scratching his neck and leaving several long, bloody marks.
He chuckled softly and gently squeezed the back of Anno's neck.
After a long while, Sitar finally loosened his grip and released her.
Anno's chest heaved violently due to the brief lack of oxygen.
Sitar continued to pat her back, gently wiping away the saliva from her lips with his fingers.
Anno's anger intensified. He grabbed his finger and bit down hard, grinding it until he had two bloody holes in it.
Sitar seemed oblivious to any pain, simply sitting there watching her rant.
Anuo saw the faint smile on his lips, and a fire was burning inside her. She cupped his face and bit down, leaving a bloody mark on his cheek and jawline.
The family members sitting in the row behind them all sat upright, barely daring to breathe, their backs straighter than a door.
They witnessed the entire process of the two's extreme struggle, from their intimate moments to seeing Sitar being bitten by Anno in various ways. Sitar was the male insect king, with better physical qualities than anyone else, but he withdrew all his defenses so that she could bite him to her heart's content.
The strong smell of blood told them that to get a kiss from His Highness, they would have to suffer quite a bit of injury.
After that...
hiss......
I hope Your Highness will like to bite other places.
Anno, still feeling unsatisfied after biting Sitar, clenched his fist and punched him hard in the chest.
With a muffled thud, Sitar didn't even flinch.
Seeing Anno's annoyed expression, Sitar gently took her hand in his and stroked it softly: "Go back and continue fighting? I don't have any tools on me, don't hurt your hand."
Anno: "..."
Aaaaaaaahh ...
I want a hard shell! I want sharp claws!!
Anno angrily shoved Sitar's hand away from his face, jumped off him, pulled Secris to his seat, and sat down separately from Sitar.
Anno released his consciousness network, expressing his resistance to Sitar and forbidding him from approaching him.
As soon as she entered the consciousness network, she "heard" a noisy commotion within it.
A few seconds later, the consciousness network became as quiet as a chicken.
The family members all shut up—no, they stopped making a fuss.
Anno kept his eyes on the stage, but not on Qingfu. He sang one song after another, but Anno could no longer listen.
She didn't know how she left or how she got back to the hotel.
She did not go into her own room, but stood in the corridor between the rooms of several of her relatives.
Caesar and Secris stood behind her, their hands clenched into fists.
They were all praying silently in their hearts:
Your Highness, choose me! Choose me! Choose me!
Tanville listened to their innermost thoughts as they roared, thinking to himself that His Highness would at most choose one person to be beaten tonight.
Choose the weakest one.
You should definitely choose one with less thick skin.
The moment Tanville thought of this, before he could even feel gloating, the slight upturn of his lips suddenly froze.
It seems that, apart from Poponia, he's the only support-type character here.
Although Poponia is a support character, her special ability is a defensive shield, and her original form has the hardest shell.
His shell was the most fragile among his relatives.
hiss......
He looked up at Anuo and saw her turn around, her gaze falling on him.
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