Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Kasha's chest heaved violently; she was furious. She had never imagined that one day someone would completely deny the bond between her and the Wild Hunt.

This is a million times more infuriating than the first time she crawled out from underground and was treated like a monster by the living!

"...Just because I'm his primary host! Just because we'd rather die than be separated!! Just because we've spent more time together than all of you combined!!!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Syndra added fuel to the fire, nonchalantly stuffing her soft breasts into Wild Hunt's mouth, forcing him to suckle her nipples.

Jealousy consumed her reason, and Kai'Sa hysterically lunged at Syndra, trying to push her away from the Wild Hunt. But Syndra blocked her with a magical barrier, leaving Kai'Sa helplessly and furiously pounding on the invisible wall.

"Let me through! Let me through!!"

Syndra shook her head, pressed her fingers to her forehead, and curled her lips into a smirk like a madwoman, letting out a distasteful laugh: "If your feelings for each other are really as deep as you say, then why did you let go so easily?"

The "bang bang" sound of smashing the wall suddenly stopped, and an invisible magical hand pressed Kaisa's head firmly onto the bed.

Syndra sat up, her maniacal laughter instantly turning into a vicious glare, her eyes bloodshot as she said, "The Wild Hunt risked his life to save you, and you turned around and abandoned him, embracing the Rune... How dare you still talk about past affections?"

Chapter 494 Ultimate Humiliation

Wild Hunt was dumbfounded. Was this... was this still the Syndra he knew? Not only was she protecting him, but her combat power was also incredibly strong?

With just one sentence, Syndra put Kai'Sa in a completely disadvantageous position.

If she chooses to use force to persuade instead of arguing properly, Kasha will have no chance of turning the tide.

Without armor, and being just an ordinary mortal, how could she possibly contend with a witch?

Moreover, Syndra was telling the truth. Kai'Sa refused Wild Hunt's offer to reconcile in order to preserve her runes, which led him to resort to this desperate measure.

“That wasn’t my intention… I thought he was dead…”

Unable to refute her, Kai'Sa began to stammer and try to find excuses for herself, but Syndra clung to this point and wouldn't let it go.

"Did I control you? He traveled all the way to get back together with you, and you rejected him yourself? You even said you wanted to live a different life, but I think you just can't bear to part with that broken rune."

"That's not some worthless rune! It can save many lives!" Kai'Sa suddenly became furious and started to argue when the rune was mentioned, as if her sore spot had been touched.

Wild Hunt was initially quite sorry for Kai'Sa suffering such injustice for no reason, but seeing this situation, no matter how much he felt sorry for her, he could only urge Syndra to increase her intensity.

"I'm just asking you, if something happens to Wild Hunt, can this broken rune save him?"

Kai'Sa stammered and couldn't answer; the two options were contradictory and clearly impossible. Even though she knew this, she still chose the rune.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Syndra continued to stomp on her head and attack: "Fine, then let's just say he's dead. But not only did you not avenge him, you didn't even think about looking for him. You think you can get redemption by saving a few people with the power of runes? How ridiculous."

"No...that's not it! I've never felt that way! You're not allowed to tarnish my feelings for the Wild Hunt!"

Kasha clung to the sheets, crying and screaming, but one sign of her guilt was that she was talking nonsense and shouting.

She knew deep down she had never considered abandoning the Wild Hunt, but she didn't know why she did it.

It felt like something was controlling her will; she almost remembered, but then forgot everything again in an instant. Mei, are you thinking about me? Mei, are you empty-handed? Lin, are you here?

It's like a cognitive block has occurred; you can see and touch things every day, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't remember them.

A tearing pain shot through her head. She probably realized she was sick and started pulling at her hair as if she wanted to tear her personality in two.

"Poor thing, she can't even protect what she cherishes. All she can do is throw a tantrum, cry and whine, and beg for charity." Syndra laughed again as she looked at the disheveled Kai'Sa, fully embodying the villainous character.

"Heh, Kai'Sa, you just stay here and hold that broken rune and watch how I gradually transform your Wild Hunt into my shape."

"All of this is your own fault."

Syndra's next actions far exceeded Wild Hunt's expectations. The woman who had previously looked disgusted not only took the initiative to massage Wild Hunt's face with the soft white dough on her chest, but also used magic to control his body, aiming the hard, hot and thick spearhead at her little pool, and trying to push it in little by little by squeezing open the flesh walls at her own pace.

No, did they really turn their acting into real life?

Seeing Kai'Sa's breakdown and tears, Wild Hunt realized that things were about to spiral out of control.

In its human form, the Wild Hunt has almost no combat ability and can only be manipulated by Syndra.

He exchanged glances with Syndra, frantically signaling to her to stop while she was ahead, to kick Kai'Sa out now, and to create the illusion of a fierce battle.

However, Syndra disregarded everything and was determined to see it through. The look in her eyes revealed her dark resolve: she had already done it, and after all the hard work of putting on this show, what was wrong with rewarding herself?

She frowned and bit her lip, her expression a mixture of anticipation and fear, which only made Wild Hunt's shameful erection even harder.

Wild Hunt didn't care about anything else. In order to make Jealousy consume Kai'Sa's sanity and break the mental shackles of the runes, he had no choice but to increase the dosage and kill her.

Syndra is trying to incorporate the Wild Hunt into her body, but she still has an unknown fear of this kind of thing, so her progress is slow and not decisive.

To avoid being exposed, Wild Hunt gave her a helping hand, unexpectedly thrusting his hips in and breaking down the last barrier between them.

The sudden stinging pain made Syndra instinctively resist. With just a thought, she could unleash terrifying power. The Wild Hunt, who had dared to offend her, was unsurprisingly blasted away, while Kai'Sa, who had used a magic barrier, was unharmed.

Wild Hunt slammed against the wall like a rag doll, then slowly slid down. Kai'Sa, already heartbroken, was stunned by this unexpected turn of events. She rushed over to help him up, asking with concern, "Wild Hunt, are you alright?!"

Kaisa examined Wild Hunt's injuries, finding his arm twisted in an abnormal shape. She covered her mouth, too heartbroken to speak.

"I'm fine..." Wild Hunt replied with difficulty. He could choose whether or not to block out pain, but for the sake of realism, he chose to endure the intense pain.

"How can you be alright? Your arm was like that."

Concern clouded her judgment; Kai'Sa seemed to have forgotten Wild Hunt's immortality and assumed he was severely injured. She hastily released her Holy Aura to heal his bones. But Wild Hunt hadn't even replicated his own bones, so how could she heal him?

“It’s no use—” Just as he was about to say something, a jade-like foot was suddenly shoved into his mouth, silencing him, just as he had done to Syndra earlier.

"Who gave you permission to speak to her?!" Syndra rebuked the Wild Hunt with fury in her almond-shaped eyes. She exuded an aura of power, like a naked white-haired queen, with a line of crimson flowing down between her legs.

Wild Hunt couldn't speak, tears welling up in his eyes. But it wasn't sadness, it was being moved.

That's too clever of him. He revealed the truth, and Syndra actually helped him draw attention away from the enemy, so Kai'Sa wouldn't blame him.

"What are you doing?! Let him speak!"

Kai'Sa couldn't stand Syndra trampling on their dignity like this, so she grabbed Syndra's legs and pulled them apart forcefully.

Her efforts were in vain. Syndra grabbed Kai'Sa by the hair, lifted her up, and leaned down to mock her face-to-face.

"Kasha, what good are you? You're holding onto a broken rune, talking about saving people, but you can't even save the person you care about most."

While the inability to cure Wild Hunt is a problem with the runes, Syndra is not wrong.

Kaisa was heartbroken by what she was told.

Yes, what use is this broken rune? In trying to keep it, she gained nothing but lost a lot.

Syndra released Kai'Sa, who lay sprawled on the ground, her long, loose purple hair obscuring her vision.

By the time Kaisa snapped out of her deep self-doubt, the scumbag had already endured the pain and taken the entire Wild Hunt inside her, brazenly sitting on it like a sex toy, and shamelessly spreading her legs to display the intimately joined parts of their bodies.

Cinnabar-red blood flowed down the blue veins of the rootstock, seeping into the crevices of the fleshy sac.

This was not an equal and harmonious union. The person she cared about most was being dominated and oppressed by another woman, while Kasha could only watch helplessly.

In this situation, she, who was always brave and fighting, unusually chose to cowardly escape. She still couldn't break free from the shackles of the runes and was unwilling to face everything.

She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, wiped away her tears, got up and ran away, but Syndra welded the door shut with a single thought, and no matter how hard she smashed it until her fists bled, she couldn't break it open.

When there is an absolute disparity in power, everything becomes so beyond one's control.

"I'll leave, I'll leave, okay?!" Kasha cried out hoarsely, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t even think about leaving. I told you, you have to watch how I take him over little by little,” Syndra threatened, enunciating each word clearly.

"Can you please not do this in front of me? I need to rest. I have to see patients tomorrow." Kasha sat by the door, pulling her hair and breaking down in tears, her words incoherent.

"Hypocrite. You're still thinking about that trivial matter; you're beyond redemption."

Kai'Sa didn't want to face it, but Syndra pressed her head down, forcing her to open her eyes. Tears streamed down her disheveled hair, as if blood and tears were about to well up in her eyes.

As Syndra listened to her cries, she sat on the flesh cushion and began to breathe rhythmically up and down, as if practicing some kind of demonic art. Soon, she was completely absorbed in the unparalleled pleasure brought by this wicked root.

No punishment is more agonizing than this, no humiliation more unforgettable.

This is the ultimate humiliation.

Chapter 495 Riding a Tiger, Now or Never

The humiliation continues.

Syndra wasn't being kind enough to stand up for the Wild Hunt; she simply disliked Kai'Sa and that's why she humiliated her.

Syndra hates people like this the most because they act out of favoritism. She has never been treated fairly, let alone received any special treatment.

So she wanted to destroy this kind of person's support and make them taste the bitterness of regret.

However, this impulsive attempt opened the door to a new world for her; she never imagined that lovemaking could be so pleasurable.

Seeing Kaisa weep for a man she was riding only intensified the twisted, morbid pleasure she felt, making her feel as if she were on drugs, indulging in sensual pleasures.

Was it really necessary to go through all this trouble? Wild Hunt was already in a bind; he was like someone who'd been elbowed unconscious, lying motionless on the ground with his large bird pointing skyward. He couldn't show any initiative, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain it to Kai'Sa afterwards.

However, Syndra had no intention of letting him go. She used magic to control his limbs, making him sit up like a human chair. Her hands went around his slender waist and between the witch's legs. She used her four fingers to pry open his manhood, completely displaying the thick root that was constantly swallowing and spitting in the moist garden to Kasha.

At a distance of less than thirty centimeters, even the number of hairs on Syndra's head was clearly visible. Kasha's tearful eyes could clearly see the sticky white foam rising from the tight friction between the flesh, coating the entire root with a glistening, moist sheen, radiating vibrant life.

Syndra is physically weak, but she possesses an incredibly convenient magical talent. Finding herself struggling after just a few squats, she simply relinquished everything to her all-powerful magic.

Under the control of magic, the two were like dolls, posed by her.

All Syndra has to do is keep Wild Hunt positive and then transform into a tragedy and manipulate him.

This is undoubtedly a lazy approach, going straight to the point without exploring every corner of the garden. She also doesn't know how to use her vaginal walls to squeeze, relying solely on the tightness of her virginity for interaction.

But for her, who was trying it for the first time, the feeling was incredibly exciting.

As her large, round buttocks rose and fell repeatedly, the spring deep inside her body was gradually opened up, and the accumulated pleasure suddenly gushed out like a spring, a wave of incontinence-induced pleasure washing over her brain.

Each subsequent deep drilling was accompanied by splashing water. The thick roots squeezed her bladder, and colorless, transparent love fluid sprayed onto Kasha's face again and again, like bullets piercing her skin.

The bodily fluids blurred her vision; though seemingly clear, a pungent, whitish odor assaulted her nostrils, shooting straight to the top of her head. Kasha, being a woman herself, knew it was filthy urine, yet she involuntarily swallowed.

The incontinence made Syndra feel a little embarrassed, something she hadn't felt in a long time, but when she looked down, she saw another, even more embarrassed face.

What kind of face was that?

His hair was disheveled and he looked extremely disheveled. His hair, whether wet with tears or urine, was stuck messily to his face.

Let's put it this way: if Kai'Sa had slept with her makeup on, she'd probably be crying her eyes out by now.

If Syndra hadn't been too ashamed to speak, she would have shouted out obscene and vulgar words, stabbing Kai'Sa's broken heart like a sharp knife, stirring it up until it died completely.

"Don't look at her, look at me!"

In her excitement, Syndra turned and kissed Wild Hunt's face, her cool, red lips breathing heavily as she gently kissed his cheek, as if searching for a warm nest for her lonely tongue. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

The presentation was almost over, and Syndra turned to face the Wild Hunt, rocking back and forth on her body in search of more complete comfort.

The witch presented the delicate yet upright daisies to Kasha, her movements seemingly mocking the latter. However, the jealousy burning in Kasha's eyes, hidden behind her hair, grew ever more intense.

She had cried all the tears she had in her life and gradually realized that waiting for others to give her charity was a ridiculous thing. If she continued like this, she would only watch helplessly as others took away everything she once had.

In that instant, she finally broke free from the shackles of her mind and understood what was most important to her.

Syndra, still basking in the afterglow of her climax, shifted the battlefield back to the bed, controlling the Wild Hunt to continue cultivating her unplanted garden.

She spread apart her soft, plump buttocks, and while the white flesh of her buttocks was being pounded, she did not forget to stretch out her straight and shapely thighs and stomp her feet on the face of the mad hunter, squeezing and manipulating his features with great pleasure, and stuffing her white toes into his mouth and nose.

Her toes, which she never walked on, were as delicate as a baby's, so humiliation was painless to her. But if the Wild Hunt were to bite back even slightly, it would surely make her jump in pain.

The feeling of doing whatever she wanted was simply wonderful; Syndra's upturned lips hadn't relaxed since the beginning. Since the Wild Hunt hadn't resisted for once, she was determined to seize this opportunity to repay all the humiliations she had suffered before.

After each climax, Syndra's body would become even more sensitive, and this sensitivity would increase the frequency of climaxes and shorten the cycle. Under his persistent and deep penetration while holding onto her long, white legs, Syndra's already overflowing garden once again flooded, turning the sheets into a terrible canvas.

Her delicate body was already exhausted from the frequent spasms, but she held on as if she were addicted to sex, as if she wanted to squeeze every last drop out of Wild Hunt's ammunition pouch, until the shell became transparent, until it twitched and shrank back into her body.

Syndra let out another high-pitched moan, unaware that the vengeful ghost had silently risen, its pupils burning with burning jealousy, fixed intently on her. After experiencing multiple waves of pleasure, Syndra's control over her surroundings had weakened to the point where it would break at the slightest provocation.

Unable to control her desires, just as she was about to continue to the next round, a figure suddenly pounced in front of her.

Kai'Sa didn't pounce on Syndra directly because Wild Hunt was between them. Although Wild Hunt had his back to her, she strongly felt that he would accept her again with unwavering determination.

And just as she expected, when her hand touched Wild Hunt's back, she not only did not feel any resistance, but instead sank into it without any hindrance!

Wild Hunt's humanoid form transformed once again into the symbiotic armor tailor-made for Kai'Sa, completely merging with her body the instant it lunged forward, enveloping her entirely.

The once ruthless Void Hunter is back!

Chapter 496 Mutual Jealousy and Tearing Each Other Apart

They're back, they're all back...

Feeling the familiar power flowing through her body, Kai'Sa, somewhat incredulous, clenched her fist to verify that she wasn't dreaming.

The next moment, consumed by jealousy over Syndra, Kai'Sa didn't hesitate to throw a punch at the vicious face before her.

Syndra was still stunned by the sudden interruption of the communication and didn't even realize that Wild Hunt had become Kai'Sa.