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

Karandal led the team back to port in the evening.

The military boots made a rhythmic sound on the metal floor, but the footsteps paused almost imperceptibly the moment the hatch was opened.

The air was filled with Shen Yanqing's light and sharp spiritual energy, but it seemed to reveal a hint of... anxiety.

The male ruler was standing by the porthole when he heard the sound. He turned around and immediately broke into his usual bright smile.

But the female soldier could keenly detect that the smile didn't reach his eyes, and that a certain emotion was lurking deep within his dark eyes.

Welcome back.

Stepping forward, Shen Yan skillfully unbuttoned his military jacket, but when his fingertips inadvertently brushed against the side of his neck, the slight tremor was clearly caught.

Even the routine mental reassurance felt off.

When the familiar warm current surged into her mind's sea of ​​consciousness, the female insect could keenly sense the uneasy fluctuations mixed within it, like eddies hidden beneath a calm lake.

"Yan Yan."

He gently grasped the master's wrist and felt the pulse beating rather fast beneath his palm.

"What happened?"

Shen Yan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them.

After a moment of silence, he began to speak in a low voice about what he had seen in the sanatorium that afternoon. As he described the suffering of the female soldiers, his voice was filled with pity.

The male wanted to soothe the other females...

Realizing this, Karandal's fingertips unconsciously tightened, a sharp, aching sensation instantly piercing his heart.

You can almost see that scene.

Shen Yan's eyes were always filled with tenderness as he gazed intently at the other female insects.

Those hands that tremble only for themselves will gently caress other bodies.

That unique spiritual power belonging to him will slowly flow into the consciousness of another female insect...

Karandal knew all too well what the experience of mental manipulation would be like, and therefore found it all the more unbearable.

It was a deeper intimacy than physical intercourse; it was a touch and fusion of souls.

The thought that other female insects would moan with pleasure under the caress of their male masters, and tremble at his touch...

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and an intense possessiveness gnawed at his reason like a venomous snake.

He couldn't wait to lock the lord in his arms and declare to the whole universe that this lord was his, and that every inch of his skin and every strand of his spiritual power belonged only to him.

however.

When I met those eyes filled with struggle, my crazy thoughts gradually subsided.

The pain seen by the powerful ruler was not merely simple sympathy for the wounded, but a deeper emotion, almost self-reproach.

Yan Yan is suffering.

Because he could alleviate the suffering of female soldiers, but was unable to offer help due to his status as their partner.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

As a female soldier, she knew better than anyone what her compatriots were going through. The damage to their mental consciousness was like being slowly sliced ​​to death; every minute and every second was torture.

The powerful ruler possesses the ability to heal them...

Two completely different emotions were fiercely battling within him, almost tearing him apart.

Finally, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the dark desires surging in his heart.

The nails dug deep into the palm, the stinging pain serving as a last shred of sanity.

"if you……"

His voice was terribly hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"I want to help them."

The moment he uttered those words, his heart was bleeding, but he still insisted on continuing:

"I can accept it."

She looked away, not daring to look at Shen Yan's expression, afraid to read relief in his eyes.

At that moment, Karandal hated himself more than ever before.

His face instantly darkened, and the boy's eyes, which were always sparkling with starlight, were now as cold as polar ice.

"Is that acceptable?"

He repeated those four words, his voice filled with icy anger.

"Kalandall, what do you take me for?"

Taking a step closer, his fingertips almost dug into the female soldier's chest:

"A possession that can be sold at will? A soulless tool for comfort? Or is it that in your eyes, my feelings are so cheap?"

"no……"

Karandal tried to explain, but was interrupted by Shen Yan's even more intense questioning.

The tail hook swung dangerously behind him, slicing through the air with a faint hiss.

"If you were the one needing guidance right now, would you accept being touched by other male insects?"

"impossible--"

The female soldier reacted with lightning speed, almost instinctively, and with an undeniable determination.

"So, when it's my turn, I can be just as generous?"

Shen Yan's eyes reddened slightly, and her voice trembled with broken sobs:

"Or... do you simply not care who I bring joy to, who I become intimate with? Don't you care where my heart will ultimately find its home?"

"I care!"

Karandal finally found his voice and interrupted him urgently.

"I'm going crazy with concern! But... I don't want to see you in a difficult position..."

"So you'd rather endure it alone?"

Each question was sharper than the last, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

"To tolerate my spiritual power flowing through the consciousness of other insects? To tolerate other female insects trembling and groaning because of me? Is this what you call acceptance?"

He suddenly grabbed Carlandel's hand and pressed it hard against his chest.

The rapid heartbeat beneath my palm felt like that of a trapped bird.

"Your name has always been engraved here."

Shen Yan's voice suddenly lowered, and the tail hook swayed merrily, yet with a dangerous sweetness.

"I'm your personal dog, if you dare abandon me..."

The last few words were so soft they were almost imperceptible, but Karandal's pupils suddenly contracted.

He slammed the male master against the cabin wall with his bare hands, his icy blue eyes churning with a storm of emotions.

"I was wrong."

The next second, a kiss, carrying a punitive undertone, landed heavily.

Before Karandal could respond, Shen Yan had already roughly switched positions, gripping the back of his neck tightly with his right hand and pressing a bloody kiss down on him.

This is not a kiss, but a bite, a punishment, a male venting his emotions in the most primal way.

The female soldier let out a muffled groan and instinctively tried to break free, but was pressed against the bulkhead by an even stronger force.

The metal wall emitted a dull thud, and the SSS-level mental pressure caused the air in the entire room to tremble.

The man roughly ripped open the collar of his military uniform, leaving a bloody teeth mark on his wife's collarbone. He then grabbed Blue Hair, forcing him to tilt his head back to receive the violent kiss.

The two insects' breaths mingled together, and it was impossible to tell whose bloody scent was spreading between their lips and teeth.

As I pulled back slightly, the silver thread broke between my lips.

Karandal's icy blue eyes were as dark as the deep sea, and his breathing echoed in the sealed cabin, mixed with the soft rustling of clothes.

"You are mine..."

With a light laugh, Shen Yan licked the blood from his lips, a defiant glint in his eyes:

"Then don't say anything that will make me angry."

Their figures intertwined on the bulkhead, like a silent war, or like the most intimate reconciliation.