Void Beetle Evolution Guide

The fact that Leona, a usually well-behaved girl, made such a sacrifice for her always moved Diana. She would never forget it, as long as she was breathing.

Before leaving, to take care of her feelings, Leona kissed her, and then, in a moment of confusion, she gave her first kiss to Leona in return.

Before she knew it, Diana had pressed her face close to Leona's.

Due to the effects of the flower poison, the latter's face turned pale and bloodless, her lips were no longer rosy, they were dry and peeling, covered with small cracks, and her breathing became weak and feeble, all reminding her to hurry up and take action.

“This is absolutely not taking advantage of your vulnerability, Leona. This is the only way to save you.”

"I hope you won't blame me... If I've lost my voice and can't speak because of the poison, please forgive me... You'll understand, won't you?"

Diana muttered to herself, trying to justify herself, as she slowly reached out towards Leona's neckline. The movement was gentler than her breath, like moonlight silently veiling her skin.

Chapter 606 Adhesive

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After dawdling for a while, Diana finally unbuttoned the first button from the top down and pulled Leona's collar down to a finger's width below her collarbone.

The glimpse of skin peeking out was utterly insignificant compared to her ample bosom; no wonder she was a woman who could still be quite well-endowed even in plate armor. But in the current situation, it was particularly stimulating to Diana.

After all, what others reveal on their own is completely different from what she secretly discovers. Some things she usually didn't notice became inexplicably erotic under the influence of immoral taboos.

Diana observed Leona's reaction; the latter was fast asleep. She swallowed and continued unbuttoning her blouse.

The small lingerie was barely enough to contain her enormous size. As soon as Diana unbuttoned the second button, her freed breasts bounced violently, making Diana's heart skip a beat.

"You're taking forever to take off your clothes. If you don't get started soon, it'll be almost dawn." The shell-like sphere vibrated, and the Wild Hunt urged Diana, "It's just treatment, don't overthink it."

The sudden tremor startled Diana, who was feeling guilty. She tried to convince herself, "Yes, it's just treatment, nothing more."

She unbuttoned the remaining few buttons, and her enormous breasts, which were about to burst out, collapsed to both sides, their peaks hidden by the edge of her short dress, yet still towering high even when she was lying down.

Diana gazed at the deep, crowded cleavage, resisting the urge to reveal the mysterious peaks. Her gaze followed the abdominal line downwards, landing on the navel in the center, and then she couldn't look away.

Women generally have a higher body fat percentage, and the thin layer of fat around the navel creates a slightly raised slope, which perfectly conceals the traces of training and makes her stomach look very soft.

Diana knew very well that with Leona's relentless training, she certainly wouldn't lack muscle; it would just look bulky. If muscle mass determined a person's strength, then Leona was definitely stronger than her.

"Is this alright?" Diana asked Wild Hunt in a low voice.

"Not even taking your pants off?"

"Do I have to take off my pants?" Diana didn't think much about why she would have to take off her pants for a blood transfusion; she just felt that taking off her pants would easily wake up a sleeping person.

"Sigh, that's settled then. It'll be a bit of a hassle. Place the little ball on Leona's stomach, then activate it with a blood drip. Remember to make sure you're completely naked."

Wild Hunt didn't force her; if Diana were to force Leona to help with her pants, Leona might become suspicious. It was better to play it safe and do it herself later.

In her eagerness to save lives, Diana was much quicker to take off her clothes, soon stripping naked except for an open shirt to cover herself.

Diana's figure was equally impressive; her breasts pushed her shirt high, revealing their alluring silhouettes in the dim moonlight. Her barely concealed buttocks opened wide with her stride, tempting one to venture into the shadowy side of the moon and explore the secrets never before revealed.

Compared to Leona's healthy complexion, Diana's skin was a pale, cool tone. Under the moonlight, at certain angles and moments, it would even show a silvery metallic sheen, exuding an untouchable aloofness and coldness.

Wild Hunt didn't understand lesbians, but based on his understanding of the two, in Runeterra where there was little knowledge of each other and no connection, they usually didn't have the awareness of distinguishing between top and bottom until things got to the point where even a skilled cook couldn't cook without rice. They both believed that they were pure women in both mind and body.

The Platonic love they pursue is a source of solace and spiritual fulfillment. As for physical pleasure, knowing they have already violated moral principles, they will not force it.

After all, choosing a relationship that is not accepted by most people means accepting its imperfections.

This is precisely where the Wild Hunt begins. The three of them each get what they want: Diana and Leona have their romance, and he becomes the point of connection between their bodies, making up for their imperfect relationship.

With adhesive, two identical puzzle pieces can be firmly joined together.

"Don't tell anyone about this. As long as you can heal Leona, I'll repay you however you wish."

Diana had already noticed the Wild Hunt's gaze, and somewhat embarrassedly whispered something, her left hand wrapped around her chest, her right hand covering her vital area, and she straddled Leona's waist and hips.

The Wild Hunt said nothing, but he admired Diana's maturity. As long as she had this willingness to sacrifice herself for her lover, the Wild Hunt could easily control her in the future.

He quietly observed Diana release her grip, exposing her private parts completely, and then reached out to take the small shell-shaped ball and gently placed it on Leona's stomach.

Diana wanted to place the palm-sized ball on Leona's navel, but her abdomen was rising and falling with her breathing. Worried that the ball would roll off, she slightly lowered her waist and used her smooth flesh to press the ball down, securing it to Leona's stomach, because she still needed to drip blood with both hands.

Because she was straddling, Diana's shell was completely open, and the Wild Hunt could see the layout of the room clearly.

Her lips were perfectly clean and neat; the outer lip didn't cover the inner lip, and the inner lip didn't have any excess skin, creating a layered look like double eyelids. The tips of her buds were also peeking out, and the overall shape was so smooth that one might suspect she had undergone surgery. Her natural features were even neater and more symmetrical than others'.

As for Leona, who hasn't taken off her pants yet, she appears to be fuller than Diana, and her bust size is likely larger.

"hiss--"

The resilience of the Protoss body caused Diana some trouble. It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and she struggled for a while before breaking her finger and pressing the bleeding wound onto the ball.

The little ball seemed to come alive; Diana could feel it sucking at her fingers, satisfying its insatiable hunger with its blood. At that moment, a deep sense of unease washed over her—could this be a trap set by the Wild Hunt?

It's too late to realize all this now. Fortunately, the Wild Hunt was only interested in their bodies and had no intention of harming their lives.

Countless tiny, twisted black spiky tendrils emerged from the gaps in their carapaces, piercing their navels like rambutans. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the initial statement.)

Those synapses were only slightly thicker than a hair, and the mucus at their tips seemed to have a numbing effect. When they pierced into her body, she didn't feel much pain, just a little worse than being bitten by a mosquito, and it didn't wake Leona up.

"What are you doing!" This scene was somewhat eerie to Diana. Her inner fear prompted her to reach out and pull the ball, but the tentacles had already pierced her arteries, making them incredibly taut.

"Don't disturb me. Can't you see I've already connected you? Next, we'll exchange your blood through these external blood vessels."

Wild Hunt suppressed Diana's worries. Even so, the beetle continued to extend more tentacles, maliciously reaching out towards areas beyond the two women's abdomens.

Chapter 607 Alleviating Pain

Diana watched as more and more slender tentacles emerged from the shell-like spheres, burrowing into the blood vessels beneath her skin and linking her body to Leona's.

The mucus at the tips of the tentacles had a numbing effect; she could barely feel the stinging, but a sense of weakness still emanated from them—the tentacles were drawing her blood.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and Diana slumped forward, quickly bracing herself with her arms on either side of Leona's head to avoid crushing her. Her loose silver hair brushed against Leona's face, causing her to wince in pain.

Seeing Leona's expression, a sense of unease welled up in Diana's heart. She suddenly wondered if Leona was pretending to be asleep, since people shouldn't fall asleep so easily when they are suffering.

She held her breath and waited for a while, making sure Leona hadn't been awakened, before she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking down, she realized that the long, thin tentacles had somehow extended beyond her abdomen, without her noticing.

They wrapped around her waist like strands of hair, crawling all over her body to form a living, constantly writhing "black silk underwear." This simple garment greedily bit into her flesh, drawing out every drop of blood from her body and then injecting the poisonous blood from Leona's body into it, creating a cycle.

Diana immediately felt an unprecedented pain, an excruciating pain that could not be described in words, which gradually took over all her senses, leaving her numb to everything else.

She trembled as the torment intensified, wanting to gag, choke, and gasp for breath, but she had to endure it all… Firstly, the blood transfusion process could not be compromised, and secondly, she did not want to see Leona wake up in this condition.

If it were just simple pain, that would be fine; Diana would willingly share Leona's pain. However, the tentacles extending from the small ball were not so well-behaved.

A significant portion of them were not actually working; they were wrapped around Diana's large breasts, which were sagging as she lay face down, like vines climbing all over them. The contrast between their wet, reflective blackness and her snow-white skin was striking.

Diana didn't know what substance Wild Hunt had injected into her body; her nipples were engorged and erect, bright red and noticeably larger than usual, and even the blush seemed to have spread a bit.

Even amidst the pain and numbness brought on by the flower poison, she could feel a swelling in her chest, a throbbing pain akin to a blocked milk duct despite being a virgin. She could even see a small opening in her swollen nipple, as if it were eagerly inviting tentacles to enter.

The Wild Hunt showed no mercy, its two tentacles wriggling like horsehair worms into the passage at the summit of the peak. The tentacles wrapped around the breasts tightened in coordination, ravaging the proof of purity like milking, squeezing it from a peach into the shape of a papaya.

How dare he violate her at a time like this?! Diana clenched her teeth tightly, worried that Leona would be horrified by the sight. She tried to keep her breathing very low, but her trembling eyes betrayed her fear.

"What are you doing?" Seeing two thin ducts suddenly appearing in her mastoid process, a panicked Diana finally couldn't help but ask.

She didn't understand. Did they have to go inside to draw blood? And was there really blood inside? As for breast milk, it was even more out of the question. She only loved another woman, and she was afraid she would never be able to make these breastfeeding organs function properly. It was truly a waste for her to follow her.

"I'm trying to ease your pain," Wild Hunt said succinctly. (You're not available, Lin isn't busy...)

"Relieve the pain?" Diana didn't understand.

"Just like using leeches to suck away stagnant blood, or using mantises to gnaw away at the rotten flesh of a wound... Some treatments may seem strange, but they are exceptionally effective. You will feel better immediately."

The Wild Hunt made no attempt to conceal his true intentions; he wanted to alleviate the pain from the flower poison through physical pleasure. This was the simplest and most brutal method, and it remained to be seen whether Diana would accept it.

However, even if she refused, the Wild Hunt wouldn't stop. Her body was already under his control, and it would be useless to ask him to stop. Whether Diana wanted to or not, she had to accept the Wild Hunt's "kindness."

All that's left is time; the torment of the flower poison will force Diana to make the right choice.

Admittedly, under the torment of pain, Diana had to strain even to think, and she also had to prevent the cold sweat constantly dripping from her forehead onto Leona's face, so how could she have time to fight the Wild Hunt?

She couldn't tell how deep the tentacles had burrowed in. With a series of wriggling and sucking movements, Diana vaguely began to feel a sense of comfort. For a moment, it felt as if her mammary glands were clearing up, and the resulting pleasure diluted some of the pain caused by the flower poison.

Some moist liquid flowed out along the tube, its nature obscured by the black tendrils, but Diana suspected it could only be sweat. If the liquid clinging to the outside of the tube could be explained as cold sweat, what was being drawn away from inside?

Diana dared not think too deeply about it and reluctantly accepted the Wild Hunt's explanation. After all, the pain from the flower poison was truly unbearable, which strengthened her resolve to share Leona's suffering. She would endure whatever was done to her.

Besides her chest, another group of tentacles tightly wrapped around her inner thighs, leaving red marks like tourniquets. The poor blood circulation made Diana feel weak in the legs, like a pleasant soreness after the muscles were stretched to their limit, which to some extent offset the pain of the flower poison, but it was far from enough.

The Wild Hunt aimed its tentacles at her vital spot again, the hair-like black lines digging into her flesh and rubbing back and forth, making her thighs tremble and shake from the itch. On one hand, she instinctively wanted to clench her thighs, but on the other hand, her reason prevented her from waking Leona, who was beneath her.

"If you can't resist, then lie down. Don't you want to be pressed close to your loved one, embracing passionately?" Wild Hunt said, seeing how hard Diana was trying to avoid waking Leona.

“Leona will wake up!” Diana refused on the spot, afraid of causing trouble for Leona.

"So what? Wake up and join you. If she loves you too, she'll understand your good intentions. To save the one you love, you can even sacrifice your physical purity," the Wild Hunt coaxed her gently.

Whether it's humiliation or enjoyment, it's all a matter of a single thought. Rather than silently enduring pain alone, it's better to indulge in sensual pleasures with someone else.

The thought of giving in flashed through Diana's mind, but she resisted it, determined not to let Leona fall into this nightmare.

Seeing this, Wild Hunt also recklessly explored her body.

Chapter 608 I missed out on a few dollars

Diana began to regret it. Blood transfusion was an extremely radical procedure, yet she had never questioned it.

At the time, all I could think about was the feeling of blood flowing between us, of two souls merging, and I privately believed that this act carried a certain romantic value. Lin, are you free? Are you available? Lin, are you free?

When Wild Hunt ordered her to take off all her clothes, she wondered why she had to take off her clothes for treatment.

Ultimately, the desire to share Leona's pain became so strong that she missed her last chance and fell into the Wild Hunt's control.

Now she has to pay the price for her carelessness. The Wild Hunt has taught her a lesson in the ways of the world: there are no free lunches.

But if it's the only way to save Leona, she'll still agree.

Leona's burning blood was now flowing through her veins, bringing a warm feeling, and the flower poison within it was also transferred there, indicating that the Wild Hunt's treatment was indeed effective, which was why she had been able to endure without resisting.

However, the Wild Hunt's greed far exceeded her imagination; he not only targeted her but also showed no intention of letting Leona go.

As the tentacles slowly penetrated Leona's pants, touching that private area that even she had never touched before, Diana finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Her body emitted a faint moonlight, which scorched her tentacles, causing them to twist violently.

"Are you going to terminate the treatment?" Wild Hunt threatened.

The treatment wasn't over yet, and Diana certainly didn't want it to end. This was a warning, a way for the Wild Hunt not to provoke her.

Such methods were certainly not enough to deter the Wild Hunt, not to mention that she dared not go too far, leaving the Wild Hunt with a chance to retaliate.

Without a word, he ripped off Leona's pants, instantly exposing her alluring waist and hips to Diana's gaze. Her stable lower body looked like it could easily bear children.

This worked better than anything else; Diana's spellcasting was immediately interrupted as she stared blankly at that private area she had never touched before.

The Wild Hunt manipulated its tentacles to lift Leona's legs, positioning them in an M-shape beneath Diana.

Looking at the slightly open, plump pink shell, and the playful fuzz on top, Diana's eyes widened, and she felt a strange impulse, but it was all nonsense.

"Isn't it wonderful? Would you like to put something in it? To shape it into your own form?" The Wild Hunt's persuasion was so vivid that Diana immediately pictured it in her mind.

She immediately leaned down, changing her hand from her palm to her elbow to support herself. The closer distance brought their ample bodies together, pressing against each other. The sinking of their bodies also concealed each other's weaknesses, as they did not want to easily reveal this treasure.

"What exactly do you want to do?!" Diana was completely panicked. The Wild Hunt was going to attack the person she liked, which had crossed her bottom line.

This time, the Wild Hunt fell silent, answering her with his wild actions. He coiled his tentacles into a single strand, pushing aside the folds of flesh to slowly enter Diana's vital point. A sticky, astringent sensation followed, while a tight, enveloping feeling pushed back his intrusion.

"Hey! Wait!" Diana shouted, but what stopped the Wild Hunt was not her voice, but a thin layer of mucus in front of her.

Even with the power of the Protoss, the Valkyrie's internal barrier is still soft and fragile. Her tentacles swelled and contracted, transforming into a muscular battering ram, ready to smash through the city gates.

Ignoring her protests, Wild Hunt retreated slightly to create space, then suddenly charged. The two ducts connecting to the mastoid processes constricted abruptly, like pulling on the reins of a warhorse.

The sharp pain deep in her lower abdomen and the throbbing in her chest caused Diana to let out a suppressed groan. Wild Hunt, enveloped and sucked by the flesh walls, surged forward, reaching the deepest part of the Temple of the Moon.

The transfer of the flower poison broke Leona's deep sleep, and the strange sensations emanating from her body began to affect her dreams. Her body was no longer numb from the pain, and she vaguely felt someone pressing down on her from above.

Gently...not daring to press down too hard...with some body heat...and a slight rubbing.

Leona frowned as her hair brushed against her face, causing a ticklish sensation. Upon seeing this, Diana immediately tilted her head back and closed her mouth tightly, but she was still unable to exhale properly due to the Wild Hunt's onslaught, managing only a weak whimper from the corner of her mouth.

"If you don't want your loved one to see you in this disheveled state, then you'd better hold back." The Wild Hunt chuckled wickedly, continuing to cultivate the sacred lunar soil, that untouched virgin land, gradually shaking Diana's resolve and making her reconsider the importance of physical pleasure in a relationship, and whether she could truly bear to give it up.

……

One thing even the Wild Hunt hadn't anticipated was that, at this moment, in the Guihai Maru Temple in the spiritual realm, the white-haired and elegantly dressed Laluen had just woken up from her sleep on the altar.

This open-air temple is always bathed in moonlight. It has no ceiling, and many dilapidated arches and mysterious rubble float silently in mid-air, revealing the temple's ancient history.

Laluen first looked at the five tall, beast-shaped statues standing silently on a circular staircase, each with a corresponding moonstone weapon floating in a basin of water beneath it.