Zerg: I ​​was picked up by the cold and beautiful Major General at the start of the game.

A muffled groan…

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the spiritual entity exhaled a scorching breath.

A feeling far stronger and more invasive than any previous encounter swept forcefully through every corner of his consciousness!

It wasn't pain, but it was more terrifying than pain.

A tingling sensation exploded from the connection point, spreading wildly, as if countless tiny electric currents were jumping and surging, bringing waves of unbearable, scalp-tingling pleasure and suffocation.

Eland was almost melting from the overwhelming stimulation.

He wanted to escape, but had nowhere to go.

Trying to block it out feels like a persistent, lingering infection, so clear it's terrifying.

but……

Are you happy?

A trembling pleasure, originating from the depths of his body and defying all his reason, made him instinctively want to respond, yet he desperately resisted it due to immense shame.

Ice and fire intertwine in consciousness, reason and instinct tug at each other wildly.

The usually composed and reserved Major General Ailand, driven to the brink of defeat and utterly disorganized, failed to notice that something warm had quietly entered his once desolate spiritual sea...

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Carlos's mansion, underground punishment room

The air was thick with the stench of blood. The female servant Thor was bound to the cold metal wall by energy shackles, her bare back covered with horrific, crisscrossing wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible.

He gritted his teeth, letting out broken groans of pain, his body trembling uncontrollably from the persistent agony.

Carlos's slingshot fell again, accompanied by the sound of flesh burning and Thor's suppressed scream.

"Useless! You can't even satisfy the insects when you're just a punching bag!" Carlos's face was contorted, his eyes filled with pent-up anger.

Carlos only stopped breathing heavily when Thor was almost unconscious and barely breathing, and the anger in his chest seemed to ease slightly.

He disgustedly threw the cloth on the ground, not even glancing at the female insect by the wall, which looked like a rag doll. He turned to the trembling servant insect waiting nearby and said coldly, "Take care of him, don't let him die."

The servant immediately bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Your Excellency."

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A week later, Carlos changed into an exquisite suit and put on a slightly aristocratic smile.

He walked into the quiet and artistic exhibition hall, where male insects could be seen leisurely admiring the paintings, and female insects carefully accompanying them.

He spotted Ross sitting in the rest area, still looking as annoying as ever.

Carlos took a deep breath and repeatedly told himself: Be patient! He adjusted his facial muscles, trying to make his smile appear more "gentle," before slowly walking over.

Ross noticed the commotion and immediately stood up, bowing respectfully to him according to etiquette: "Good day, Your Excellency Carlos."

"No need for formalities, please sit down." Carlos imitated Lin Luo's easygoing tone, trying his best to sound approachable.

However, just as Carlos approached and sat down opposite Rose, Rose frowned almost imperceptibly.

Bloody smell.

It's very faint, almost completely masked by a sophisticated fragrance.

But for Ross, who had long been on missions in the complex and smelly peripheral star systems and had fought on the brink of life and death countless times, the smell of rust mixed in with the chaotic atmosphere was very noticeable.

Ross's mind flashed instantly to the records in the investigation materials concerning Carlos's "accidentally" deceased female servant.

His fingers tightened slightly around the cup, but his expression remained unchanged. However, his already distant gaze was now tinged with an even colder frost.

He looked at Carlos's forced smile, which he tried to maintain but couldn't hide, and felt a chill in his heart.

Carlos, oblivious to Ross's sudden change in mood, was still trying to project an image of "friendliness," smiling as he asked, "General Ross, are you interested in the paintings here?"

Ross raised his eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering: "I am uncouth and know little about art."

Carlos's eyes and brows betrayed his contempt, even though he tried to control it.

He deliberately softened his voice: "It's alright," his tone carrying a condescending "forgiveness," "After all, you come from a military background and have little exposure to these high art forms, which is understandable."

"If you become my queen in the future, I will naturally have the time and resources to let you learn properly from scratch. I can't let other families think that my queen, Carlos, is someone who doesn't understand elegance and is not presentable."

He felt that his words demonstrated both the "magnanimity" of a powerful ruler and hinted at future "cultivation," showing considerable restraint.

Ross lowered his head, his thick eyelashes concealing the turbulent emotions in his eyes, and remained silent.

Seeing his sullen silence, Carlos felt a surge of anger and cursed inwardly: What a rude and stupid woman! She can't even say a kind word!

Just then, Ross looked up and asked casually, "Did you just arrive from your residence, sir?"

Carlos picked up his drink, took a sip, and casually replied:

"Yes, but the hovercar was a bit bumpy and not very stable on the way here."

He seemed to want to show his "thoughtfulness" and added, "The latest model of the Silverwing series is said to have excellent performance. After you become my queen, I can buy one for you."

Hearing his affirmative answer, which confirmed his suspicions, Ross lowered his eyes again and fell into a deeper silence.

Seeing his lifeless expression again, Carlos suppressed the rebuke that almost escaped his lips, took a deep breath, and controlled his tone:

"Since you don't understand, then come with me." He stood up and said in what he thought was a patient tone.

"Let me show you what true art is. Only after you've been exposed to it will you be qualified to become my queen."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Ross's response and turned to walk into the exhibition hall.

Rose paused for a moment, then silently got up and followed Carlos a few steps behind.

Carlos stopped in front of a sculpture carved from a dark blue crystal of star debris:

"Look at this 'Tears of the Star Core,' made from radiation crystals unique to the gamma-ray nebula belt." He pointed to the material that shimmered with a faint blue light.

"This material is extremely fragile, with a success rate of less than one in ten thousand. Only the most skilled craftsmen are allowed to carve it. Do you see these flowing lines? This symbolizes the supreme spiritual power of our male insects, the power to shape all things."

He tilted his head slightly, hoping to see the amazement or admiration on Ross's face, but found that Ross's gaze didn't seem to be focused on the artwork. This displeased him, but he continued:

"The value of art lies in its scarcity and inheritance, just like the bloodline of our high-ranking male insects, which is precious and requires a suitable female to continue this glory together."

As Carlos moved and gestured, the stench of blood in the air became clearer, penetrating Ross's sensitive nostrils.

Ross's thoughts had already drifted far away...