Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

Despite being tossed and turned all night, Calander's biological clock still woke him up on time the next morning. The male master was still asleep, in a very restless sleeping position, wrapping his arms and legs around him, like hugging his own giant pillow.

He felt a slight pain, but it wasn't so unbearable after he got used to it. For a female insect with abundant mental energy and a strong physique, it wasn't a big problem. He still had work to do at the military headquarters today, so he had to get up and prepare.

As he shifted slightly, Shen Yan's arm instinctively tightened around his, and a sleepy, hoarse voice sounded in his ear: "Lie down for another five minutes..."

The voice was lazy and sticky, humming and chirping, making it impossible to refuse.

With a soft, yielding feeling, the female insect obediently relaxed her body, feeling the steady heartbeat and warm body temperature emanating from her chest behind her. In this tranquil morning, being needed and possessed so intimately was an indescribable happiness.

……

Five minutes later, Karandal tried to get up again. This time, the male didn't stop him, but sat up as well, his eyes clear, clearly no longer sleepy.

"Why are you up so early?"

As Karandal dressed, he asked, after all, the male ruler didn't have to work, and after making a ruckus last night, he should at least get some more sleep.

Shen Yan stretched, got out of bed, walked to his side, casually picked up the tie clip and fiddled with it, her tone relaxed:

"I woke up because I had something on my mind."

Then, looking intently at Karandal, he added:

"And I want to see you more."

The straightforward words of love made the female insect's ears burn slightly. She took the tie clip from his hand, and the touch of their fingertips brought a slight flutter to her heart.

My heart was filled with happiness, but time was running out, so I could only whisper regretfully, "I'm leaving."

See you tonight.

Shen Yan smiled and watched him leave.

However, as Karandal's hovercar disappeared at the courtyard gate, all the gentleness on the black-haired youth's face froze instantly, replaced by a deep, almost tangible, coldness.

He boarded the understated yet luxurious private hovercar, his voice completely flat.

"Imperial Male Insect Punishment Center"

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The gray-white buildings appeared particularly solemn under the gloomy sky.

As soon as the hovercar came to a stop, the leaders of the correctional facility, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly stepped forward, leaning slightly forward with a respectful and proper posture.

"Lord Shen Yan."

The warden lowered his voice: "Young Master Miller has already given prior notice. The surveillance systems in the relevant areas of the correctional facility have been temporarily shut down, and there will be no records."

As you venture deeper into the heavily guarded ordinary prison area, the more comfortable the surroundings become.

When an intricately carved alloy door slid open, the scene before one's eyes was a world apart from the cold and oppressive atmosphere of the prison.

It's more like a small, fully-equipped apartment.

Light-colored wallpaper and soft carpets create a warm atmosphere, effectively isolating the coldness of the prison.

Samuel received none of the treatment due to a prisoner, maintaining the demeanor of a scion of a noble family. He lazily sank into a comfortable single sofa, with a white porcelain tea set on a low table beside him, filled with expensive black tea, its aroma wafting gently.

An embedded screen plays the latest entertainment programs, while a corner bookshelf displays popular magazines and fine paper books. The en-suite bathroom inside is clean and tidy, with a faux-pane window letting in soft natural light.

Aside from the restriction of his freedom, this place is no different from his past luxurious life. His status as a male insect is the fundamental guarantee for his enjoyment of privileges.

Just as the alloy door slid open silently, Samuel inside looked up.

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.

When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.

A flicker of disbelief crossed the other person's eyes, which was then replaced by intense jealousy, resentment, and a long-suppressed sense of humiliation.

It was this Shen Yan who, at the very last moment when he was about to completely tame Kalandall, forcibly snatched away the female insect he had long coveted and tormented!

They took away his spoils!

As Shen Yan watched this male insect, who had brought endless pain and humiliation to Kalandel, now calmly enjoying his red tea, a violent killing intent almost overwhelmed his reason.

Images flashed through his mind of the female soldier's furrowed brows as she slept, of her wounds rotting and crawling with maggots, of the wings he cherished but had been forcibly removed from his body...

Every little thing made him hate the insect in front of him to the core.

"hehe……"

Setting down his teacup, Samuel noticed the fresh marks under Shen Yan's collar. He knew exactly what they were, and instantly became almost insanely jealous, his voice deliberately raised in mockery:

"What a rare guest! What brings you here to visit your former master? Looks like he gave himself to you? How have he been treating you?"

"That's a good trick... Teach us a couple of moves, guys."

His eyes darkened instantly, and the atmosphere around Shen Yan plummeted. He didn't immediately become angry; instead, he walked in slowly, each step feeling like he was stepping on Samuel's heart.

His voice was icy and piercing, his gaze sweeping across the other person's face like a knife: "I told you, you'd pay the price."

Startled by the ferocity in his eyes, the male insect forced himself to remain calm.

"Price? What can you do to me? Don't forget, I'm a male too! Imperial law..."

"law?"

Shen Yan interrupted him, a cruel smile curving her lips: "Soon you won't be under its protection anymore."

Two medical personnel dressed in sterile white coats silently entered. One of them opened a specially made metal box, revealing neatly arranged precision instruments inside.

Samuel didn't know what he was going to do, but he had a bad feeling. His face twisted instantly, and a malicious glint flashed in his eyes:

"Heh, it seems Your Excellency Shen Yan had a rather unpleasant night. No wonder you came to cause me trouble so early this morning."

He deliberately raised his voice:

"Was Karandal as boring as a dead fish at those times? Or...did he injure his genitals again to avoid attention?"

Shen Yan paused slightly, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

That's enough.

"I was originally going to treat you a little more like a worm..."

He turned and took a gleaming scalpel from the instrument tray. The blade reflected a cold light under the lamp, mirroring the surging anger in his eyes.

"The plan has been changed."

He handed the scalpel to the lead medic, his voice as cold as ice.

Use this.

Samuel's smug expression froze instantly. He suddenly realized what the other person was about to do, and his face turned pale with fear: "No... I'm sorry! I was just talking nonsense!"

"You can't do this to me!!!"

The medic respectfully accepted the scalpel, his movements professional and calm. Samuel began to flee, but his body, weakened by alcohol and sex, couldn't keep up for long and was quickly subdued.

Shen Yan turned his back and stood by the window.

He raised his hand and gently straightened his collar, carefully concealing the marks that symbolized love and possession. Those filthy words not only desecrated Karandel but also tainted the feelings he cherished most.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream signaled the end. Samuel lay sprawled on the sofa like a dead pig, his eyes vacant and lifeless, blood gushing from beneath him.

With a mere glance at him, the man instructed the director, "Clean it up thoroughly."

"Of course, Your Excellency." The director bowed deeply.

"Samuel was simply unfortunate enough to have met with an accident."