All the insects mourned in advance for Tong Sui’s ignorance.
However, White Xingluo did not attack as the insects expected; instead, he paused, took a few seconds to gather himself, and awkwardly began to take deep breaths.
“Did he really stop?”
“How is this possible? Shouldn’t a military female in a state of mental chaos have lost all rationality?”
“Isn’t Tong Sui a D-class?”
Excitement did not last long, as the insects returned to their senses.
Even if he isn’t a D-class, what difference does it make?
Unless an S-class male can appear.
That is simply a dream.
A-class has become a rare existence, while S-class males have only briefly surfaced a few hundred years ago.
Even as White Xingluo tried to breathe deeply, his breathing remained rapid, with his crimson eyes shimmering like stars.
He resembled a volcano that had reached its boiling point; even the slightest provocation could trigger an eruption.
No, this won’t do.
Tong Sui felt his hands and feet grow cold with anxiety; he didn’t know what to do.
That’s right.
Mental power!
He remembered that he also had mental power.
If male insects can soothe female insects, then can he also try?
But how much help could that be for White Xingluo, who was already in a rampaging state?
Tong Sui had no confidence.
It was a far-fetched notion for a D-class to soothe an S-class military female in the insect world—a recognized joke.
But this was the only solution available now.
Regardless of success or failure, he had to try.
So Tong Sui closed his eyes, attempting to locate the thin mental sea as he had before, and noticed it seemed to be somewhat fuller.
In the center of the mental sea floated a clean, transparent mental core, suspended in mid-air.
It was small yet beautiful, emitting a faint glow.
For the first time, Tong Sui tried to harness his mental power.
He didn’t understand what soothing meant; he couldn’t, so he could only focus fully and act on instinct.
The sweet and fragrant mental power spread out like mist in the vast banquet hall, resembling a beautifully blossomed flower.
He had no idea how to operate it, and his mental energy leaked everywhere.
The female insects, initially on the brink of collapse, thought they were hallucinating until the fragrance grew increasingly evident, causing all the insects in the hall to succumb to a frenzied state of excitement.
Their legs felt as weak as water, the insect patterns vividly emerging, even their wings unable to remain folded.
This wasn’t an illusion!
The female insects present had never experienced this kind of mental soothing.
If White Xingluo’s mental power attack represented destruction, then this desperate soothing was another level of suffering.
Yet the suffering was intertwined with pleasure.
Pain was gradually replaced, mixed with concentrated stimuli, exciting every nerve, and their scant rationality couldn’t withstand the overwhelming joy, breeding an insatiable void and anxiety.
They clawed and crawled, trying to move towards Tong Sui.
Tong Sui was not far away, desirable yet unattainable, causing all the insects to fall into a tide of emotions, intertwined in relentless pain and pleasure.
They could very well die in this lingering entanglement.
“I can’t take it anymore, help me!!!”
“Tong Sui, Tong Sui, can you spare me?!”
“Who the hell said this is D-class? This is A-class, no, at least S-class! I’m really going to die!!”
The overlapping sounds of unbearable distress echoed, hoarse and raw.
Tong Sui was jolted out of his thoughts by the voices and was taken aback by the scene before him.
Some insects were drenched in sweat, their faces flushed, and their expensive formal attire wrinkled and stained with unknown dark spots.
What is happening?
Tong Sui panicked, retreating half a step amid a sea of greedy and frenzied gazes.
Could it be that his method of mental soothing was wrong?
“Tong Sui, my lord…”
A somewhat familiar figure emerged unsteadily from the crowd of insects.
Tong Sui focused his gaze and recognized that it was Prince Lu Yunyi, who had saved him not long ago at the interstellar marriage office.
In that moment, Tong Sui felt a surge of support; even more excited, the fragrance spread even faster.
“Mm…”
A low, involuntary moan escaped Lu Yunyi’s throat.
At this moment, his handsome face no longer possessed the grace he had earlier but instead was filled with indescribable longing; he reached out a hand, trying to touch the corner of Tong Sui’s clothes, and pleaded, “Please, just touch me!”
“No, that’s not allowed.”
Tong Sui recalled his previous words—randomly touching a female insect would lead to complications…
Lu Yunyi was already at his limit. After saying that, he weakly collapsed to the ground.
His trembling fingers recalled Tong Sui’s gaze upon him, the mental sea trembling again, the mental core burning hot.
In just a few minutes, he experienced a stimulation he had never felt in his life, deeply engraved in his soul.
Tong Sui was incredible.
How could this possibly be a D-class male? This was utterly ridiculous.
Tong Sui was merely staring at the group of insects and hadn’t had time to act when he was suddenly enveloped by a wave of warmth, his chin lifted, regaining the gaze that was originally his.
White Xingluo pressed against his ear, his voice deep, “My lord, how can you be distracted?”
As his words fell, the wings behind him unfolded, enveloping Tong Sui entirely and blocking all prying eyes of the insects.
“Lu, Luoluo…”
Tong Sui’s heart trembled as he was gently pushed forward by the wings behind him, brought before White Xingluo.
At that moment, White Xingluo exuded a dangerous and cold aura, but his body temperature was frighteningly hot.
His blood-red eyes held a trace of obsession and possessiveness, fixed intently on Tong Sui, “Everything about you belongs to me—your body and your scent.”
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