Chapter 32 Honey Saint Zachary, Don’t Forgive Me
"Holy-uh...!"
Before Artemanthys, who still had some sense left, could finish her words, a pair of soft lips came over like a breeze, and the female insect became quiet instantly.
The touch on the lips was like a drop of warm water. Zachary's round and slippery lip beads rubbed and twisted on his dry mucous membrane, as if they would slide into the mouth and be fed into the body in the next second.
This ambiguous teasing nearly stopped Artemandis's breathing. He dared not move. The imagined scenes in his mind made his tongue numb. His parotid glands could no longer contain the sweet saliva, which weighed heavily on his throat.
"Good boy..." The smiling murmur and light breathing sprayed on the lips together, and a piece of hot tongue was fed into the mouth, followed by the liquid fed by Saint Zachary.
A simple suck and a lick easily shattered the weight of reasoning in the female insect's heart. At that moment, all of Artemantis's struggles and concerns vanished.
He opened his lower jaw on his own initiative, tightly restrained his sharp mouthparts, and offered up the sweet honey in his throat without reservation.
Through the multiple perspectives of the mental tentacles, Artemantis's reactions were completely visible. Every wrinkle on his body was clearly visible to Gu Zheyue, even the flow of his blood was clearly visible.
The out-of-control military girl shed her usually reserved and upright human appearance, revealing a dangerous yet charming and deadly wildness.
His commanding hands once again transformed into orange sickles, but they trembled and hung at his sides with nowhere to put them; his taut legs and chest were covered with jade-like thorns, showing the unique appearance of alien thorns; the two pairs of gauze-like wing membranes behind him trembled and gradually hardened, and the leathery wing covers could even show a cold edge like a knife.
The little jellyfish was uncontrollably attracted by the strange buzzing sound emitted by the pink and white abdomen. Its tentacles overcame its biological instinct to hate red, and climbed and entangled with it shyly, wanting to dye this flattering and beautiful prey with its own color.
As if sensing something, Artemantis shrank back, his waist slumped, and the intricate insect patterns on his body became even more vibrant and eye-catching. Under the illumination of those fluorescent ribbons, the courtship glands beneath his developed buttocks pulsed slightly, like a silent invitation.
Looking at this strange and charming creature, Gu Zheyue felt dizzy and her heart was beating like a drum. Even the little jellyfish was dyed with a light crimson color and fluttered around the room like a piece of peach jelly.
If it hadn't lacked this function, he would have suspected he was in heat. Gu Zheyue tried hard to restrain his plundering desires, wanting to first tenderly comfort this poor, inexperienced alien.
But when the tip of his tongue licked the hollow of Artemantis's mouth, which was desperately contracted and hidden, the evil element in Gu Zheyue's nature could no longer be suppressed. He followed his heart and went inward, attacking his prey's throat without hesitation.
Sweet—that was the first sensation on the tip of my tongue. The female insect's throat was a veritable jar of honey, brewing a shallow pool of sweet spring water. As if afraid of harming an intruder, every inch of the soft flesh inside was unusually tight and sticky, yet non-aggressive.
In this kind of indulgence, Gu Zheyue completely fell into the land of gentleness. He was so dizzy that he became so unscrupulous that he let several slender jellyfish tentacles drill into the pool of honey.
The little jellyfish don't know how to be gentle and considerate. They just keep digging inwards. Their deadly poisonous stingers have now turned into hooks for grinding insects, scraping the soft and fragile lumen enthusiastically - and then successfully awakening the "fat meat" in their mouths.
Amidst the surging tide of passion, Artemantis' nerves suddenly raced, and he launched an almost uncontrollable attack. The next second, he suddenly flipped over and threw himself down, burying his face firmly in the sub-female's firm abdomen.
"Hmm..." A loud "pop" sound was heard when the tongue flesh separated. Gu Zheyue, who had tasted the sweetness, subconsciously stretched out his tongue to chase it, but he could not catch up with the speed of the female insect at all.
He reluctantly licked the long stretch of amber honey at the corner of his mouth, with a look of confusion on his face: "What's wrong, Al?"
The female insect beneath him answered irrelevantly: "Saint Zachary, I almost lost control... I'm sorry, I hurt you again..."
Artemantis's mind once again sank into chaos. He pinned his trembling scythe to a point far from the sub-female, his body still thrust forward. The female soldier closed her eyes and spoke in repentance, "Insect God... I am guilty... I beg for your judgment..."
Feeling the hot, fresh skin on his face, Artemantis's tears of shame instantly soaked his thin clothing. The scent of flesh, steaming from his body's warmth, lingered in his nose. The inner resolve and the emptiness of his body threatened to tear his soul in two. One half stood on the moral high ground, condemning his hypocrisy, while the other half, in its emptiness, desperately begged for comfort.
“…”
Gu Zheyue, the instigator, was silent for a moment, knowing he had completely ruined the atmosphere. He glared at the innocent little jellyfish fiercely, then kneaded the female insect's damp, hot earlobe and gently soothed her, "Are you too nervous, Al? You've never hurt me before, eh...?"
"Artemantis Hall is a good female insect. God and I will forgive you..."
He patiently caressed the apprehensive believer on his knees, from the top of his head to his back, without a trace of lust. At this moment, Gu Zheyue was like a truly benevolent and holy god: "Relax, relax..."
"Saint Zachary, you shouldn't have saved me..."
In this peaceful atmosphere, Artemantis seemed to regain consciousness briefly. He pressed himself against the sub-female's waist and abdomen, whispering, "Sometimes I always feel like you're a cub that hasn't been weaned yet, in need of protection. At other times, you're like the incarnation of some unknown being, revealing a bewitching sense of assimilation and redemption..."
"Well, as the director of the Nest Clearance Bureau, it's hard for me to ignore this anomaly...
"As long as I'm alive, for the sake of the hive's stability, I will one day capture you, or even harm you...
"So—Saint Zachary, please don't forgive me..."
Hearing this, Gu Zheyue's fingers that were stroking the acacia-colored hair paused for a moment, then fell down very naturally.
After experiencing extreme joy and sorrow, Artemanthys regained her composure and didn't seem to care about his reaction. She just mechanically stated her own judgment. Gu Zheyue still listened gently without making any comments.
After an unknown amount of time, the female insect's speech slowed down, and her breathing gradually became more relaxed—she fell asleep. The beautiful spines and wing membranes gradually disappeared and retracted, but Artemantis's overall decline showed no sign of stagnating or slowing down.
In response to this, Gu Zheyue just quietly sorted out the confused mind of the female soldier, and once again showed that compassionate expression on his face.
He sat quietly all night long, holding Artemanthy's head. The floating fluorescence of the jellyfish was like a peach blossom night light, shining gently on them and leaving the room full of beauty.
…
On the second day, the brilliant galaxy shone through the main ship's glass onto the ground, leaving a beautiful silhouette, but Bernie had no intention of appreciating it all.
He paced anxiously back and forth outside Artemantis' dormitory door. The mechanical door seemed to be loose due to his frequent movements, making a slight buzzing sound.
"Director, you've never stayed in bed all these years... What happened today? Could something have happened..."
The female insect was about to spray the soothing agent on her superior with her heart in turmoil. She tried to calm herself down, raised her hand and was about to break the door open, but at this moment, the door "clicked" and slowly slid open from the inside.
"Director, I knew you didn't—" Bernie's face was full of smiles, and the stone in his heart was completely lifted off the ground. But when he looked up and saw the scene in front of him clearly, his jaw almost dropped, and his heart instantly jumped into his throat.
"Good morning, Captain," the sleepy blue-haired sub-female at the door yawned. He rubbed his forehead and then asked calmly, "What's going on?"
Captain Byron, feeling guilty, suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. "Holy holy holy holy Zachary! Why are you in the director's room?!"
As she spoke, Junfe's curiosity exploded like a lit powder keg, and her body involuntarily wanted to look inside the house, trying to see what was going on inside.
However, the female subtly blocked his view. Zachary wore a sincere smile, as if nothing had happened. He said gently, "I just finished my follow-up visit. Director Hall is fine, just a little sleepy."
"Really..." Bernie scratched his head doubtfully. At this moment, he smelled a strong scent of female insect pheromones wafting out from the room.
This extremely oppressive and repellent smell went straight into his nasal cavity without any explanation, and Bernie subconsciously emerged in his mind some images that subverted his worldview.
Not knowing what he was thinking about, he suddenly shuddered and goose bumps popped up all over his body like mushrooms after rain.
Bernie, who felt that he was very thick-skinned, did not dare to stay for a moment longer. He immediately slipped away and said, "Haha... That's good, that's good... Ah! I suddenly remembered that I haven't gone to get the soothing agent yet. Goodbye, goodbye--"
It looked like no one would dare disturb us today… Gu Zheyue slowly turned around to glance at the still-sleeping female insect. Artemantis's sleeping face looked unusually peaceful, even the noisy noise at the doorway failed to wake her.
This scene made Gu Zheyue feel even more heavy-hearted. He clenched his hands unconsciously, his joints turning slightly white due to the force, and his mental picture was as deep as the sea on the eve of a storm.
"Soothing agent..." Gu Zheyue lowered his eyes and repeated the word softly, a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
When the system came back online, the host was seen limping back to the dormitory like a wilted mushroom. The usually straightforward system voice couldn't help but take on a hint of gloating:
[Host, you were... beaten? ]
"030, are males the only ones who can soothe female insects during their decline?" Gu Zheyue asked, ignoring the system's teasing. His dark blue eyes shone with madness and persistence, as if he were searching for a crucial answer.
"Yes," seeing the host's unusual expression, the system decided that the master had the utmost discretion and would not argue with him. "It is determined by the Zerg's genes," it replied succinctly.
[So don't get carried away with love yet, it's useless—just fight monsters, level up, and complete quests. Becoming a male insect is the ultimate path!]
"No, Al is mine." After declaring his sovereignty, Gu Zheyue suddenly laughed, and the indigo tattoo on his neck sparkled. He murmured with a kind of nervous excitement, eager to try:
"Male insect sex hormones, huh?... 030, mobilize all energy. I want the coordinates of the brain-eating lice."
[Host, your mission is already halfway completed, you can wait——] The system seemed to realize something and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
"Follow the instructions." Gu Zheyue said without turning his head.
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