Chapter 29 Queen (3) Jinjiang exclusive authorization for the first release, protection...
The shiny thin wings folded and curled up, and some of the powder on them shook slightly and fell off.
Annie is not allergic to dust. Both of them are experts in confusing others with smell, but Annie's tentacles are more hidden, while Imoris is full of floral scent. She held the man's shoulder with one hand and stared at his naked back.
She felt that she didn't use enough force, but Imoris was too fragile, and her shoulders were still sore and red from being pressed. He could neither break free nor resist, he only felt an unbearable, focused gaze on him, his forehead throbbed with pain, his slender white fingers scratched feebly on the sofa, leaving deep fingerprints on the carpet.
Not even a cat scratch.
Ani lowered her head and stared at the pair of wings, her warm breath falling on the wing membranes. The delicate shoulder blades trembled slightly as his body tensed up, and the narrow gap through which the butterfly wings emerged was almost invisible. She held out her hand—
"...You said you wouldn't touch it." He suddenly said.
This person has no eyes behind his back, so how did he know that she raised her hand? Ani coughed lightly and said hesitantly, "Just a touch?"
Imoris got furious for a second, he turned around and kicked her, stepping on her shoulder and kicking her, but Annie immediately grabbed his ankle. The other person's straight legs were tightly wrapped in trousers, and his white shirt was torn and thrown aside, but everything from the belt to the trousers was still intact and tidy. He was wearing a pair of short boots with laces, and the satin boots wrapped around a slender calf.
After she had seized it, Imorius could not pull it back no matter how hard he tried. Annie turned her wrist and bent his legs, pushing him down again.
Imolius struggled and made a fuss in her arms, but the butterflies, whose magic did not work, were powerless. He struggled and resisted angrily, biting whatever he caught. His neat and clean teeth bit Annie's arm without breaking the skin.
"Let me go, let me go! You bastard, how can you treat your sponsor like this?"
He lost all his composure and got scratches all over his body during the struggle. Ani sighed, grabbed his calf and pressed it down, picked up a sharp and thin fruit knife, put it against his crotch, and said expressionlessly: "I will castrate you if you make any more noise."
For men, this is the best tranquilizer.
Imoris immediately fell silent and stared at her blankly. The man's long hair was messy and his face was red with anger, but he was still so beautiful that it was bewitching. He shrank back and watched Annie cut open his pants with a knife.
"Wait," Imolius said immediately, calming down. "Okay... Then I'll touch you. Just once, then..."
The blade reached through the slit in his trousers and pressed against his underwear.
Ani stared at his face and clearly saw the micro-expression of his trembling pupils. He swallowed dryly, his heart beating fast: "You hurt me, bad woman...be gentle, I am different from your same-species partner, I will get hurt."
Ani pulled back the knife and threw it aside, then patted his waist. Imolius endured it and was turned over by her again.
She reached out and touched the butterfly's wings.
The thin wing fell into her palm. She scraped off the scales with her fingertips, revealing the colorful and almost translucent wings covered with delicate textures, like a fine work of art.
Annie suddenly remembered that someone on the Star Internet had auctioned off specimens of the Butterfly Clan at a high price. This was a dangerous crime that violated the peace agreement, and the Zerg issued a wanted order almost immediately, and the Free Alliance also had to cooperate in handling this vicious case.
His wings are actually very big, and when fully spread out, they can probably wrap around a person. But it was too light and thin. Because of the way she rubbed the scales, Imolius trembled all over, his butterfly wings trembled, and he opened his mouth to bite the carpet on the sofa.
His long hair was disheveled, the roots of his hair were wet with cold sweat, and his antennae drooped listlessly.
Ani took some of the scale powder and put it into a small bottle. She wanted to continue studying the characteristics of the butterfly clan, but she had no hope for Imolius's reproductive ability.
Her fingertips moved the wings, stopping at the place where the butterfly wings connected to the spine, and pressed against the base to check the gap. This action was not forceful, but Imolius's sensitivity was different from others. He felt as if his wings were about to be torn apart, and a surge of fear rose up in him.
Suddenly, Imolius, who had already agreed to cooperate, could no longer bear it. He pried open the hands that were holding his waist, stood up helplessly and tried to crawl away, but because his wings were in her hands, the poisonous spider pulled him back.
The fragile butterfly wings were torn into slight cracks, causing him a pain that almost broke him apart. Imolius was proud and willful, and had never suffered such hardship in his life. He cried in pain and kicked her hard, then pounced on her and bit her shoulder.
Annie let go of her hand and grasped the other person's messy golden hair. She hugged him, pressed Imolius, who was losing his mind due to pain, onto the sofa, and rolled up her tentacles to control his hands and feet.
The two looked at each other, and Little Butterfly lost her voice in pain, and cursed her with her mouth: "Asshole."
The number of curse words he has is not as many as Zero One Three's, and he is not even close to being rude. This noble young man from the Butterfly Clan only repeated these few words over and over again. Ani raised her hand and turned his face, saying, "Don't run away suddenly, I won't hurt you."
Imolius looked up at the ceiling, his long neck and delicate Adam's apple revealed. He took deep, quick breaths, as if he couldn't catch his breath. Until something strange, soft stuck to his wings. He thought it was spider silk, but when he tilted his head, he found it was a pink liquid.
"I'll help you fix it, okay?" Ani reasoned with him, "Don't upset my queen."
Imolius didn't believe she could do it. Butterfly wings are difficult to repair. The thought that the ugly crack might remain for a lifetime made him so painful that he could hardly hold back his tears. But he still gritted his teeth and showed his strength in front of his natural enemy, and uttered a weak and hoarse voice while panting: "Get out of here, you can't fix it..."
"I really can." Ani has fully mastered the ability to heal herself quickly. Her saliva and mucus have undergone a certain degree of change. "It will be fine in a moment. Now talk to me about my mission and distract me. You will not feel the pain soon."
Imolius stared at her face, as if he wanted to engrave her deeply into his mind.
Ani suddenly felt that after the transaction was completed, this wealthy sponsor might hire another killer to kill her as well. His expression didn't seem like he was staring at me so deeply and seriously because he liked me.
She raised her hand and touched Imorius' cheek. He did not dodge, but just let out a long breath and said, "Lin Jiang? Is this really your name, or did you make it up to trick me?"
"It's a fake identity provided by the person in charge." Ani did not hide anything.
"...Okay." Imolius said, "The First Archon has four bodyguards around him, all of whom are excellent warriors of various races. With them around, you will definitely not be able to kill him. At least he will have time to escape."
"So we have to deal with these people first?"
"They are not easy to deal with. The assassin should hit the target with one strike. I will find a way to help you lead them away..."
"Is this easy?" Ani asked, "How can such an incompetent bodyguard be given an important position?"
Imolius was silent for a few seconds, then said, "It's not that easy. I can only try my best."
"Forget it, leave it to me," she said, "but you have to tell me his itinerary, that's okay, right?" Ani reached out and stroked his fair wrist. Imolius' communicator was in the shape of a bracelet. Several crystals collided softly, and a new contact appeared in her friend list.
After exchanging contact information, Imolius quickly withdrew his hand and said, "In addition to this archon, I have a few other guys I don't like and want you to deal with them... What's that expression? I'll pay you more."
Annie smiled immediately, hugged him tenderly, and smoothed his messy hair. Imolius leaned to the other side and pulled her hair away, then glanced down at her hand: "Take it."
As the two talked, the severe pain in their wings actually gradually disappeared. Imolius gathered the wings together and held them in his palms, looking at them for a long time. The cracks on them had been repaired, but there were still traces of the pink liquid flowing. He pursed his lips and stared at it for a few seconds, and the butterfly's wings instantly folded back into the wing gaps.
"I told you it would be fixed," Ani said, "Your Majesty, reward me for the perfect repair job... Hey, you?"
Imolius raised his foot and stepped on the tentacle that was wrapped around her trouser leg. The force of his foot was very light, and Annie was not really stepped on at all - the feeling of a butterfly flapping its wings in the palm of his hand was at most the light brush of a feather.
"What is that sticky liquid and that thing of yours?" He pointed at the tentacles that had not yet been retracted. "... They are wet and soft, so disgusting. Don't touch me with them."
One of the translucent tentacles, which was almost like jelly, froze, and its body stopped, forming a question mark. It was the one that Imolius was pointing at. The cracks on its wings were repaired by it spitting out a lot of nectar.
Ani was stunned and pointed at herself in disbelief: "Me? You mean me? I'm the cutest tentacle monster in the world."
Imolius turned his head and looked away: "Who told you that? You have flawed taste and you specialize in deceiving young girls."
"My teacher, my brother, and my current partner all say I'm cute," Ani argued. "Come and see for yourself, I'm not like an octopus with suction cups!"
She reached out to pull Imolius over, but Annie underestimated his weight, and Imolius was pulled from the sofa into her arms, facing the poor curled tentacle - inertia took over, and neither of them could steady their movements. When Imolius fell into her arms, he directly crushed a soft little tentacle with his beautiful face.
A stream of nectar was squeezed out of the tentacles, and pink mucus gurgled out and hung on his hair and cheeks. The strong fragrance once again made Imolius fall into a brief hallucination. He finally broke free from the hallucination and felt the sticky liquid dripping bit by bit.
Even his long golden eyelashes were stained with liquid, soaked, and dripping wetly.
Annie hugged him and stood still, without saying anything for a long time. She felt that Imolius had lost half of his soul and was looking at her with a blank mind.
"actually……"
"Get lost." He wiped his cheeks vigorously as if he had a mysophobia attack. He completely collapsed and reached out to grab Annie's neck. "I'm going to kill you! Pervert!"
-
Annie felt that she was very kind-hearted. Before she left, she took off her dress coat and gave it to Imolius because his clothes were worn out.
When we went downstairs, the party was almost over. The only familiar-looking girl, Fiorola, gave her a subtle look and pointed at her shoulder.
Annie looked down and saw that the snow-white lining of her dress was covered with glittering scales. She brushed it off lightly, not feeling guilty - she pretended to be a partner just to let Mo Wan escape the chastity trial, and she herself did not want to use her mother-in-law's political power to take over the Zerg's internal affairs.
Even if it was a collar pin given to her by her mother-in-law, Annie would return it intact. Although she loves money, she has no desire for a man's dowry. The word "responsible" is still too heavy for a mimic beast that has just passed its first metamorphosis and matured.
But if Mo Wan could get pregnant, then everything would be overturned and started over again, that would be a different matter.
Ani went over to pick up Mo Wan. Several married male spiders gathered around him and taught him techniques on how to tie down their wives. After Ani showed up, everyone politely said goodbye and left.
She reached out and took Mo Wan's hand, and the two of them left the social gathering and returned to the aircraft. Ani reached out to activate the safety precautions, pulling the passenger seat's safety buckle over his shoulder. As the safety buckle snapped shut, Mo Wan also raised his hand and gently grabbed her sleeve.
"Sir," he looked at the glittering, shiny remnants of powder on the other's shoulder, "one piece of clothing...is missing."
"It fell in the lounge." said Annie.
He pursed his lips and said nothing, then raised his fingers and carefully brushed across the scales on Annie's shoulders. He cleaned it again, and finally there was no visible flash on the snow-white inner garment.
Annie sat back and started the aircraft, and countless intersecting lights flew past the window. Mo Wan beside him was quiet. After passing the landmark building of the second star ring, he suddenly said, "Sir, the butterfly... is indeed a beautiful creature. Do you want to eat it?"
"Eat?" Ani was a little confused about the meaning of his words.
"Just eat him." Mo Wan said, "Do you want to hunt him? You want to peel off his skin, or leave that beautiful head and hollow out his internal organs, you want to pierce his body with your venomous fangs, and melt him into a pool of water with your digestive juices."
As he said these words, his voice was still clear and gentle, and his eyes were looking at the neon waves reflected on the energy shield outside the aircraft.
"I haven't thought about it that way." Ani said. She thought about the scenes described by Mo Wan for a few seconds, then suddenly realized, "No, why do you ask that?"
He raised his hand and drew a few strokes on the energy shield, and then he drew a cross. He said in a soft and gentle tone, "I have thought about it. I imagined the scene where Lady Annie wanted to eat me. I imagined you...piercing your fangs into my neck and biting my throat at that time. I imagined you entangled me in a web and relying on your kiss to gain the right to breathe. I imagined you melting me and then eating me...and then we would be together forever."
He coughed and raised his hand to cover his lips. Ani handed him a handkerchief, Mo Wan took it and wiped it, saying "thank you", and then continued:
"My Lord, I have thought about the moment when you completely possessed me. I dreamed that my blood flowed in your blood, and my tears flowed in your tears. In the dream, I was very scared - I was always afraid of being eaten, I was afraid of dying. But if you want to choose who to prey on, then eat me first."
His breathing gradually became rapid. He clenched the handkerchief in his palm, and his finger bones turned white from exerting too much strength. “Am I being too harsh in saying this?”
"It's a little more terrifying." Ani said, "Death is not a good thing. I've always told you not to hurt yourself easily. Xiao Mo, your self-destructive tendencies are a bit serious."
Mo Wan said, "It's because I like you so much... that I asked you to eat mine."
"I don't like eating spiders." Annie turned to look at him. Mo Wan also turned around at some point and stared at her intently. Just for a second without looking at the operating screen, the usually shy and docile little Spider suddenly unbuckled his safety buckle, climbed over the passenger seat into her arms, raised his head and kissed her.
Annie was startled and put her arms around his waist to hold him in her arms. Mo Wan put his arms around her neck and licked her lips carefully, quickly moving his licks down from the corners of her lips to her neck, and kissed her chin and neck.
After he slid down, the blocked operating screen appeared in front of him again. Fortunately, Ani drove at a constant speed without any problems. She didn't know what the other party was going to do: "Baby? You..."
Mo Wan buried her head and bit open the intricate ribbon buckle of her white inner garment.
A strong and fair waist and abdomen were revealed under the buttons. The abdominal lines are soft and graceful, and the tight muscles create graceful and healthy lines. There were two pink arrows on her waist, tattooed on her skin. Mo Wan hugged her, lowered his head to that place, and licked the "tattoo" lightly with his tongue.
Below the arrow are the surging tentacles.
Ani took a deep breath and slowed down again. The little mimic has only recorded a few races, so it can't resist such temptation. She lowered her eyes and glanced over, only to see Mo Wan's dark hair: "What are you going to do?"
She passed by the hunting team's aircraft, and Annie began to frantically look for the privacy function in the program. Unfortunately, my mother-in-law’s aircraft was so advanced that she couldn’t find how to turn on the privacy protection function.
Can we teach these luxury brands of aircraft how to make their functions more visible?
Mo Wan continued without saying a word. He stroked his wife's healthy and strong body under her dress, his fingers gently caressing the tattoo and his snow-white teeth biting the skin.
Annie held the control screen, pressed her palm on the indication area and input a bunch of invalid commands. She took a deep breath, her throat tightening, and grabbed his long black hair with her other hand.
Mo Wan knelt on the ground and let her hold his hair tightly, but this time Annie did not resist his intimacy. Instead, she pressed the man kneeling in front of her into her arms. His face was pressed against her hot belly, and several tentacles finally couldn't be restrained and were pulled out, and were taken into Mo Wan's mouth one by one.
"Baby..." This affectionate name was given an ambiguous meaning. Ani hammered the virtual screen, not caring at all whether she would be seen or not - someone who cared about his reputation seduced her first, and Mo Wan had to bear the consequences himself.
She pressed the back of Mo Wan's head, filling him with surging tentacles, almost suffocating him. But the slender body in her arms did not struggle. The rationality in Annie's mind was overwhelmed for a moment, but she soon remembered that he could not breathe like this, so she grasped his black hair and hugged him.
Mo Wan closed his mouth and swallowed the nectar hard. The gulp sound was clearly audible. Then he fell into her arms and breathed deeply, his shoulders shaking slightly as he panted.
"...I'm really convinced." Annie managed to utter only these words after a long time. Spider-Man put his arms around her neck and leaned in his wife's arms.
He blushed quietly for a while, then murmured to her in a low voice: "So sweet... Master, can you only give me the drink? I... like it so much."
Ani: “…”
He buried his head in Annie's body and said some very outrageous words as if in a dream, such confusing words as "possess", "fill up", and "eat up".
Annie raised her hand speechlessly and tapped his head with her fingers. Mo Wan took a breath, covered his forehead and looked at her pitifully, whispering in pain: "Don't hit me."
"I'll hit you." Ani said expressionlessly, "If you jump on me again, I'll really eat you."
But he didn't seem to be afraid anymore. He hugged her tightly and said sweetly, "Okay."
-
After leaving Morro Manor, Ani and Imolius mostly communicated only through the communicator.
She opened a partner account for Mo Wan affiliated with "Lin Jiang", and at the same time lived on Meng'en Star to help her mother-in-law sort out the affairs around her.
Ani wanted to pretend to be dumber, but her amazing work efficiency had become a habit, and she couldn't pretend for more than a few days. Wenhong looked at her with more and more loving eyes, which often made Ani feel uncomfortable.
She left the Archon's office and turned on the communicator. Imolius's portrait flashed frequently.
Party A: I have provided you with all the information, as well as the First Consul’s recent schedule. What do you plan to do? Do you need my cooperation?
Party A: The deposit has been paid, your account number is... ? It's a blank account, and you're going to add me using the virtual identity provided by Nirvana?
Party A is the note that Ani gave him. She clicked the communication button and answered as she walked: "Are you free tonight?"
Imolius' voice came from the other side: "What do you mean? Let's go to the winery in the third star ring tonight."
"I invite you to share the fruits of your labor." Ani said, "Remember to fly slowly when you go, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to see clearly. I hate bosses who use this excuse to delay the final payment. The last guy who owed me money was cut into pieces by me and flushed down the sewer."
Imolius snorted, "It's so easy to say, many of the scenes where these key figures go have bodyguards around them."
"I know." Ani didn't say much, but just asked again, "I have studied your scale powder. Its strength can stun most people. Compared with you, is your First Archon more powerful?"
"You are about the same level. He is also a master of illusion. It is actually a good thing that illusions do not work on you. At least you will not be affected by him as soon as you get close to him." He paused and suddenly said, "That day... did I see something strange? You are not a Zerg."
"Oh." Ani said calmly, "It must be an illusion."
"How could it be an illusion? We are accomplices. I would not sell you out even if you told me directly." Imolius pinched his forehead. After that day, he fell into a coma due to exhaustion. After waking up, it was as if the trauma shielding mechanism was activated. He actually had a vague and uncertain feeling about the tentacles on the White Knight... or should it be tentacles?
"It's just your hallucination." Annie lied with her eyes open, and said smoothly, "Hey, Mr. Sponsor, do you want to spend money to treat your eyes?"
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