Chapter 113113 Jinjiang exclusive authorization for the first release, please protect the original...
Ani left the main hall, turned on the communicator in a relatively low-key and remote corner, and sent a message to Imolius using her Rednet account.
Jelly Monster: Beautiful Party A, what are you doing recently?
The last day of the conscientious sale: ...Why are you suddenly so sweet-talking, are you not mad at me anymore?
The matter of the military factory was not agreed upon, but Imolius was the largest and most capable arms dealer in the Red Network. Annie had countless purchase transactions with him, and the other party also gave some very fair prices because of the previous breach of contract.
Jelly was very hard to appease. It was rare for her to care about him. Imorius replied, "I'm drinking."
Jelly Monster: Winery?
The last day of the conscientious sale: No, the casino is in my own manor.
Ani’s profile picture dimmed.
It seemed as if she had just come here on a whim to connect with others.
Imoris did not attend the banquet, so he did not know that "Lin Jiang" obeyed the call and returned to the Zerg. He stared at the other person's dimmed profile picture and glanced at the other organization that Xiaohao had joined.
It is Ani's core fan club. Several members of the fan club quietly chatted with him: "Big brother of cute girls, do you have any new photos of Nibao? How can I join Bao's company..."
Ever since he and Ani had a disagreement over the additional terms, Imolius hasn't had any of Ani's unpublished photos for a long time.
He frowned and ignored the private messages, deleted other urgings and reminders, and stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the high-rise building, looking at the brilliant and bright starry night of Meng'en Star.
The jelly monster only asked this one question, and there was no further sound afterwards. He stared at the chat history for a long while, feeling upset and a chill on his spine. He paused in his drinking and suddenly remembered what Annie had said -
"I will come after you, capitalist who doesn't keep his word."
"I'll be staring at you like bubblegum."
Bubble gum, what's the description? Imolius couldn't help but curl his lips and muttered, "The situation is serious. Can they really run into the Zerg home planet to capture me? You boastful jelly monster..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a slight prying sound accompanied by the sound of the wire cover of the vent being shaken open. At the same time as the sound rang out, a mighty flow of pink liquid rushed over like a tide, swallowing up him unexpectedly and engulfing him like a fluid tornado.
Without even a scream, the fragile wine glass was also engulfed in the fluid. Imolius's thin body was caught by the entire pink wave and slammed against the wall on one side.
His entire body was wrapped in sticky liquid, restricting him so much that he couldn't even lift a finger. Countless flowing pink liquids crawled over his skin, tainting his highly mysophobic, spotlessly clean body with sticky secretions.
Suffocation and loss of control instantly devoured his sanity.
Imolius did not cry out. His vision went dark due to lack of oxygen. After a moment or several long minutes, he felt the cold wall on his back. His eyelashes became wet. A hand clamped his chin and lifted it up.
His beautiful, bright golden eyes met a pair of familiar and inquiring eyes. She exuded the scent of a mixture of butterfly scales and tentacles, and moved closer. The two of them looked at each other without any hindrance and without any way to retreat.
"Long time no see." Ani said, "I'm here to catch you."
An intense feeling of oppression presses into the heart, making one's scalp numb. Imolius bit his teeth and tried to look at the security button next to him, but it was pulled over. He exhaled slowly for a long while: "...Can't you just go through the door?"
Ani smiled with her eyes curved, then immediately returned to her expressionless face: "No. I will appear in your life unexpectedly like bubble gum and drive you crazy. Damn profiteer, we have a deal - when I have a planet, you will share the management rights of all the military factories on those two planets with me."
As if he hadn't heard anything, Imolius wiped his face to clean off the liquid. His laziness disappeared and he said angrily, "It's so sticky and disgusting."
"Tentacle slime isn't dirty at all," Ani said, "I just want to get all sticky on you, and you don't even say thank you—"
"What else did I say...hiss." Imolius paused and was picked up by Annie and pressed on the gambling table in the room.
There were scattered chips, various dice and dominoes that had been tampered with on the gambling table. His skin was too thin, and Annie pressed him roughly on the gambling table. His back and lower back were bruised by the messy things on the table and the cold surface.
The pampered Butterfly merchant felt pain all over his body, and his struggles were nothing in the hands of the female Spider. Ani was immune to his illusions. She covered his neck with her palms, and wrapped her knuckles around his slender neck. She lowered her head and said, "You lied to me first. You never keep your promises."
This situation is terrible.
A long time ago, Imoris knew that Ani was extremely powerful. He couldn't bear it anymore and held her wrists with both hands, his voice slightly hoarse: "...I have paid you the penalty for breach of contract, Poison Spider, can you please be reasonable... No, can you be a little gentler when you are reasonable?!"
Ani stared at his face.
Beauty is an altruistic and scarce resource. Ani glanced at his slightly moist golden eyes and stopped at the tip of his straight, white nose.
The slightly curly long hair with a gold-powder gradient was scattered on the gambling table. The skin that Imoelius had taken great pains to maintain was delicate and clear, like a thin piece of smooth white paper. Compared to the female spiders, his body is extremely thin and petite, with a waist that can be pinched with one hand, and two well-proportioned long legs that look like they are flirting when kicked out.
Annie held his waist with one hand and easily turned him over so that his back was facing her. She leaned down and whispered in Butterfly's ear: "Since you are so beautiful, I can talk to you about reason."
He knelt on the gaming table, his knees apart, his blond hair falling on his shoulders swaying slightly as his body trembled. Ani's chest pressed against his back, and the predator's slow but steady heartbeat thumped, as if even his skin, flesh, bones and soul were tuned to the synchronized tune.
Imolius supported himself with his hands, his buzzing brain barely calmed down, took a breath, and asked, "When did you come to Meng'en Star, Lin Jiang... You have your own forces and subordinates, will you obey the Zerg's call and fight for the Zerg?... You are not so kind, bad woman, you just want to steal... Woo."
Ani's hands grasped his ankles.
Her breath brushed against his back from time to time. Imolius's dress had a special design on the back. If it was pulled casually, a large part of the back would be torn off and broken apart, revealing the wing elytra near the shoulder blades.
Its narrow and fragile wings are hidden within. Her breath was approaching, each breath a terrifying and exciting shiver.
"Stealing troops or the results of the battle." Ani finished the sentence slowly, "No way, I want to cooperate and win together. You may not be able to guarantee your high loyalty with me, but becoming my enemy is definitely the worst option."
His ankles were grasped, like a steel chain, and he couldn't break free.
This feeling made Imolius a little confused. It's like falling into a spider's web and having your wings entangled in the silk threads. He felt a hand slowly brushing his hair aside.
Ani lowered her breath and moved closer, then said slowly, "Pretty men really aren't that honest."
This is indeed the reputation of the Butterfly Clan. Considered to be philandering, scheming and indecent.
"You..." Imolius struggled to turn over, but her hands were clamped around his waist like iron clamps, and he couldn't move. "Can't you negotiate properly for what you want? How is this different from coercion? Don't touch me, it hurts..."
His carefully maintained skin would be pinched with purple finger marks if he applied too much force.
Ani licked her fangs and said, "I didn't use any force at all. This is not coercion. I haven't even used any means of threatening you."
A tentacle stretched out, wrapped around the other's waist, crawled over the intricate and precious fabric of the dress, along the dark green gems on his body, and slowly pressed against his cheek.
Imolius froze.
He just has a crush on cute girls, not tentacle fetish... Besides, Annie's current appearance has nothing to do with "cute girl". His Adam's apple moved slightly and he dodged the tentacles, but the tentacles moved closer and poked his face with the soft tips.
The sweet mucus then smeared on his delicate and beautiful cheeks.
Imorius' head was buzzing. He gritted his teeth and kicked the other person, but his whole body was pinned down by the force. His rapid breathing and tense body formed a fragile and graceful line on the gambling table.
Ani methodically unzipped his back.
Butterfly gowns are mostly put on and taken off at the back. There is a sapphire zipper under the large backless dress. Once it is unfastened, the other person's entire smooth and straight back is exposed in front of you.
"Wait," he clenched his fingers, "we can talk about it again. Don't be angry and don't be so rude."
Ani fiddled with the wing sheath next to his shoulder blade.
Imolius groaned, gritted his teeth and said nothing. Cold sweat soaked the roots of his hair. He refused to stretch out his wings, but just grabbed her hand and bit it in annoyance.
Annie let him grab her, and at this moment, Imolius's communicator rang.
The head of Morolan appeared above.
Imolius tried to hang up, but failed. A very evil tentacle helped him click accept. The communication was established, and his sister's serious voice came: "Where are you now? Didn't you promise me that you would meet these young talents?"
Young talent? Ani glanced at him.
The tentacles moved forward and rubbed Imolius' face. Her hand pulled out the other person's belt.
"Sister, don't worry about it... don't worry about me." He tried to keep his voice normal and turned his head to glare at Annie.
"I don't care about you?" The usually gentle Archon of the Butterfly Clan spoke in a slightly cold tone, "It would be fine if you were alone all the time, but you had to stir up gossip with a married woman... Lin Jiang is back, and she is the one who will replace Wen Hong and enter the Supreme Council in the future. I tell you, keep your distance from me, she is already married..."
Keep distance...How to keep distance...? Her tentacles were pressed against her skin, wrapping around her wrists.
Ani listened quietly for a moment, then she picked up a dice and put it in.
He panted softly, and the sound leaked out difficult to conceal. Governor Morolan on the other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "What are you doing?"
Imolius calmed himself down, his ears turned red, he raised his fingertips to hang up the call, and the moment the communication interface disappeared, the spoiled butterfly immediately grabbed his arm and pulled it down: "Bad woman, let me go! What kind of mess is put into my body... I will have a stomachache..."
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