Boyce paused as Ives moved, but he showed no interest in the outside world, concentrating solely on his insect mother. His arms tightened around her slender waist, then quickly loosened as if afraid of hurting him.
Elvis thought that his husband, whose heart and eyes were full of him, was particularly adorable. He stretched out his jade-white hand, and Boyce, who was a little taller than him, lowered his head obediently, like a large beast with a ferocious appearance. When his master called him, he would happily drop everything and lie in front of his master with his belly exposed.
The insect mother rubbed Boyce's slightly hard hair, then turned her head to look at the female insect that was chasing her.
Alan saw the smile on his lips slowly disappear after he looked at him, and for some reason he felt a pang in his heart.
He pretended to be calm, hiding his bitterness and trying not to look at the monster that was guarding a treasure. "Sir, where are you going? We can take you there."
Elvis looked at him thoughtfully: "You want me to help you fight the male insects? Is it because of the mental lock?"
He plundered Eric's memory. Although he did not treat everything as normal like the creatures who had always lived in this universe, he had learned the basic information of this world from his memory.
The male insects have weak combat power and poor physical fitness, but they can firmly occupy the top of the pyramid because of the existence of the mental lock.
The mental lock exists in a corner of the female and sub-female insects' minds from birth, restricting their every move at all times and preventing them from resisting the male insects...
etc.
Ives's thoughts raced.
When he was grabbing and absorbing memories before, his focus had always been on the three genders of the Zerg in this world, and he only glanced at the existence of the mental lock.
Now, because of Allen's words, and guessing that they needed his help, he deliberately dug up his memories again.
But I suddenly discovered something strange.
——Why does this mental lock sound familiar?
Although one is that the entire spiritual sea is manic and needs to be soothed by the insect mother's spiritual power; the other is that a corner of the spiritual sea is restricted.
But limitation is sometimes also suppression.
"I want to enter your spiritual sea." Elvis lowered his eyes.
Boyce stood beside the insect mother, lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against Elvis's snow-white face, grumbling softly in dissatisfaction.
The light brown and snow-white contrasted sharply. Allen's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked away, answering without hesitation: "Okay."
"My pleasure."
How could a firefly possibly glimpse the heavenly light? But it was his honor to have the noble and beautiful morning light fall upon him.
He naturally felt a closeness and submission to the 'female insect' in front of him, and was willing to let him invade even his most important spiritual sea.
Even though he knew that Elvis might sleep forever in this desolate sea of sand, Allen still suppressed all his instinctive defenses. Elvis's mental strength was extremely strong, and he quickly and smoothly entered a deep blue ocean.
The ocean was apparently calm, but Elvis felt that beneath the silence there were surging waves, a suppressed violence.
Elvis's golden mental power thread is like brilliant sunshine passing through the dark and deep ocean, shining brightly like a meteor across the vast ocean, leaving behind tiny stars.
As his spiritual power gradually penetrated deeper, a light golden lock-shaped spiritual group in the dim corner of the ocean emitted a faint luster. This power was familiar yet unfamiliar. Elvis controlled his spiritual power to circle around the light golden spiritual group several times, and the sense of familiarity became more and more distinct.
Elvis opened his eyes and withdrew his mental power with an unfathomable look.
Boyce stared at him straight, with frank doubt and full of obedience in his eyes.
Boyce's gaze dispelled the insect mother's strange mood. He stroked the large beast's head and looked coldly at the blushing female soldier: "I'll go with you."
Alan pursed his lips, struggling to suppress the urge to lie down and ask for caress for comfort, and nodded in surprise.
Back on the spaceship, Allen took Elvis and Boyce to the largest room before leaving reluctantly.
Without the alien bug, Elvis's indifferent expression slowly dissipated. He kneaded the thick tentacles extending from the cracks on Boyce's back and frowned in disdain: "It's so ugly."
He was disgusted with it, but at the same time he was enjoying kneading it.
The tentacles with fine lines bent in grievance, but did not dodge. Instead, they crawled into the insect mother's arms and coiled up obediently.
Boyce finally released the strong arm that had been possessively wrapped around Ives' waist.
He let out a low hiss in his throat, picked up the weak insect mother and placed her on the bed, then squatted on the ground and looked up at Elvis.
Elvis sneered and kicked the flattering guy: "I'm still angry. Who allowed you to show it?"
Boyce allowed Ives to rage, quiet and docile like a large dog lying obediently at his master's feet.
Elvis's mumbling complaints were more like a different kind of coquettishness than anger.
The monster narrowed his dark blue vertical pupils and let out a low intimate cry from his throat. He slowly grabbed the insect mother's thin ankle, and when he saw Elvis glaring at him and not stopping him, he took off the shoes on Elvis's feet.
Elvis grabbed the tentacles wrapped around his waist, but before he could exert any force, the thick tentacles loosened and fell onto the bed, rubbing the insect mother's straight and powerful long legs lightly through a layer of clothing.
"You were injured before, but now all the wounds have healed except for the marks on the shell. You are not allowed to change back to your original form." Elvis was unmoved. He coldly threw the tentacle that he had just pinched to the ground. His tone was flat, with a sense of certainty, which was a kind of pampering that came from being spoiled.
——His husband would never refuse him.
Even if it's a punishment.
On the night before his coming-of-age ceremony, Boyce's true body cracked open in excitement, and slime dripped all over the palace. The snow-white palace was filled with the monster's bloody and cold pheromones, and the guards outside had to retreat.
Finally, in order to clean up the cold and sticky liquid, dozens of teams of low-level Zerg shuttled through the palace and hurriedly cleaned it up before the ceremony.
From then on, the insect queen, covered in slime, warned Boyce with a cold and handsome face not to reveal her true form until he calmed down.
"I won't mind your previous behavior of revealing your true form for now, but take it back immediately." Boyce took off the white socks on Elvis's feet, revealing his snow-white soles. The round and cute toes firmly attracted the monster's obsessed gaze.
"Boyce!" The Zerg Queen pulled the tall Zerg's black hair warningly.
The tall Zerg purred ingratiatingly, its tentacles wriggling and retracting into its body.
Seeing this, Elvis was satisfied and let the tall Zerg go, letting him lie on the bed.
"I saw a mental lock in Allen's spiritual sea, and it's not what I thought." Elvis lay on the bed, recalling the familiar breath in the military female's spiritual sea, his blue eyes deep.
He was brought back from the desert by Allen and Colvin. After waking up, although he focused on Boyce's location, he was not completely indifferent to the female insect who saved him. He still felt something strange.
However, at that time, he didn't sense the presence of the Zerg and didn't care about this abnormality. He even judged these "people" to be human based on their appearance.
Later, I learned about the gender divisions in this world, but I was just surprised and didn't have any feelings for the Zerg in this universe.
What he cared about was the Zerg that raised him, the Zerg that followed the will of the Zerg Queen.
However, the light golden spiritual power that he had just seen in the female soldier's spiritual sea had a familiar aura.
Thinking about it now, this universe, the Zerg, seemed familiar yet strange to him. It was like a thin veil between them, vague and unreal.
Elvis didn't want to get involved in what was happening here, but his mental power was not yet fully under control, and a strange sense of familiarity reminded him.
He lifted Boyce's rough hand and studied the chaotic lines for a moment. "Sure enough, it's still the same. I don't know why you always use the same pattern when you transform."
He touched it and smiled.
"Rebellion sounds good."
Boyce lay on the bed, his dark blue pupils fixed on Elvis, his eyes fixed with fascination. Noticing Elvis's faint worry, he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Elvis's slender waist: "Don't worry."
The voice was harsh and hoarse, like someone who hadn't spoken for a long time.
Elvis chuckled and leaned lazily against the well-disguised monster. "I'm not worried, just a little confused. I want to find out."
"And then take you home."
He kissed the tall Zerg's face, seemingly doting on him.
Chapter 8
Under the control of a highly skilled pilot, the small spaceship flew smoothly without a trace of shaking, leaving the desolate garbage planet at a constant speed and disappearing into the silent and cold starry sky.
Boyce quietly stayed beside the insect mother and felt that Elvis had slowly fallen asleep. Fine cracks began to appear on his handsome face like a spider web.
His human form and Elvis both have the same handsome, hormone-filled appearance, full of masculine sex appeal. Their muscles are full but not bloated, and their clean lines conceal enormous explosive power.
It's just that Elvis's handsomeness carries with it an unconcealable dignity, with a voluptuous figure and an elegant and delicate appearance.
But Boyce is full of rough and wildness, like a ferocious and fierce beast, guarding his partner wholeheartedly. Once someone steps into his warning range, he will show his sharp fangs.
Dense and thin tentacles snaked out from a deep gap two fingers wide behind the body, overlapping and occupying the entire space.
The tentacles with tiny flesh teeth squirmed and curved around Elvis, but the monster, who was struggling to maintain its human form, obviously knew that Elvis was still angry, and a low, longing roar came from his throat.
Although the chaotic mind was clamoring to kill the insects
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