Chapter 59 Part 2

He suddenly realized, joy surging. Ludwig’s face showed irrepressible surprise. “You agreed?”

But Shen Yu countered, “Did I?”

Ludwig frowned. Just as he thought he’d be rejected again, Shen Yu suddenly released the handle. The handle and chain clattered onto the bed. The fabric muffled the sound.

Shen Yu reached out. Cool fingers clamped his nape. He spoke indifferently, “No need for this. How about it?”

Nothing had happened yet, but seeing Shen Yu’s action and hearing his voice nearly snapped the string of reason in Ludwig’s mind.

Ludwig’s chest heaved with deep breaths. His body burned in torment. He itched to bite down immediately and fuck this safety-oblivious male insect to death.

Shen Yu watched him, fingers slowly stroking his nape to soothe, the smile in his eyes not reaching the depths. “Ludwig, let’s play a game.”

Sweat beaded faintly on Ludwig’s forehead as he stared. “What?”

“We set a safe word. As long as I don’t say it, it means I can still bear your desire. But when I do say this safe word…”

Shen Yu suddenly yanked his nape hair hard, meeting his ferocious gaze. “You must stop.”

“As for whether you can… that depends on you.”

Ludwig looked at him. The rebellion and madness deep in his bones were ignited by Shen Yu, racing through his limbs before erupting into surging desire.

A low rumble shook Ludwig’s chest. “Fine. What’ll it be?”

It was indeed a tough choice. The safe word had to be simple and meaningful to both.

Shen Yu searched his knowledge, then said, “Use my real name.”

A male insect’s name held special significance—perfect as a safe word.

But Ludwig frowned. “Sadro, I have ways to get your real name, but since I don’t want it through despicable means, I won’t get it this way either.”

“When you truly fall for me, you’ll tell me yourself.”

So confident.

Shen Yu scoffed inwardly and said:

“I love you.”

Ludwig’s heart instantly emptied. He rarely failed to react, and even the tides of emotion in his body stagnated for a moment.

His throat bobbed as he abruptly looked at Shen Yu, his lips twitching. “You… what did you say?”

Shen Yu looked at him.

“Safe word. I love you.”

In the narrow space, their four eyes met. Even though it was just the safe word, it ignited Ludwig’s heart like a wildfire.

“Fuck.”

Ludwig’s heart trembled. His parched throat urgently craved moisture. He suddenly cradled the back of Shen Yu’s head, supporting it steadily as he sealed those long-coveted lips.

Scorching lips ground against a pair of cold ones, heat exchanging between them.

Ludwig’s tongue probed into Shen Yu’s mouth, prying open his teeth. It savored his tongue before entwining with it and thrusting deeper, toying with the inside of his mouth.

Wet, soft mucous membranes tangled over taste buds as saliva swapped and heat surged wildly.

Shen Yu was kissed nearly to suffocation.

And it wasn’t just the tongue in his mouth.

Ludwig’s other hand slipped under the hem of Shen Yu’s shirt, sliding up his waist and rubbing him with his fingers.

…

Shen Yu was forced to tilt his head back, staring at the glaring lights overhead.

…

The shirt had long since been torn apart in the frenzy, scattering like snowflakes across the wrinkled bedsheet.

The bedsheet was an utter mess, but what drew more attention was how soaked it was.

The snow-white fabric was completely drenched, the water stains stark and obvious. It felt sticky to the touch and looked limp and sodden, as if freshly pulled from water—one good squeeze and it would drip.

It was so slick that it slipped right out of one’s grasp.

The back of the hand clutching the bedsheet tensed. The fingers contracted, veins bulging prominently.

That hand lacked excess pigmentation, giving it a stark, cool-toned allure, and the prominent veins only amplified its raw sexiness.

Then, the fingers loosened all at once, as if overwhelmed, going slack. The arm was yanked back along with the body in a dominant pull.

Surging waves crashed over him relentlessly. Shen Yu felt like a reef battered in the sea, slammed by one swell after another.

It felt incredible, but—

Too intense—

He’d been too careless.

He truly felt like he might be fucked to death. He wasn’t afraid of pain—in fact, the right amount during sex only amplified the pleasure.

The mental tentacles at the corner of his forehead sensed their owner’s extreme excitement, twitching nonstop beneath the skin.

Shen Yu stared at the blurred lights ahead.

The stamina of female insects in this world was downright perverse.

Shen Yu was absolutely confident in his own strength. In his original world, he’d aced the Federal University entrance exams with top scores across the board, first place in both practical and theoretical courses.

Even after transmigrating here, he’d diligently trained his body, pushing the limits of what a male insect’s frame could endure. Fortunately, his wasn’t the frail sort of male insect body—it could handle his intensity.

But the current situation felt off.

Had he actually been unable to withstand this all along?

Damn, no way.

He was really running on empty.

Nothing left.

He wouldn’t actually become the first male insect in insect clan history to fuck himself to death, would he?

Holy shit.

【Holy shit, 007, where are you???】

Too embarrassing. Too embarrassing.

…

“Why aren’t you making any sounds?”

The female insect rising and falling atop him had dilated pupils, reason utterly lost as he drowned in the tide of lust. Black insect patterns faintly emerged over the veins crawling across his knotted muscles.

Insect patterns were a unique feature of female insects. Though no concrete research linked them directly to insectification, the insect race widely believed they held biological significance—as a third sexual characteristic.

They didn’t necessarily appear during heat periods, but they always surfaced at peaks of excitement.

And right now, this was clearly a state of semi-heat for the female insect.

The most terrifying thing about semi-heat was that it had nothing to do with full heat, making it impossible to suppress with stabilizer. Fortunately, it was rare enough that it hadn’t drawn much focus.

Shen Yu’s vision blurred, but the black insect patterns were too conspicuous to ignore.

He frowned slightly, his gaze hazy.

This tattoo—he’d clearly seen it on Zhou Jinsheng before. Why did it appear on Ludwig too?

Shen Yu had no time to dwell on it before a pair of hands gripped his waist and abdomen. His distraction had clearly irked Ludwig.

The female insect demanded coldly, his voice crawling up from the depths of hell. “Who are you thinking about?”

Shen Yu pressed his lips together. He knew that the moment he opened his mouth, gasps would escape—he hated panting, hated moaning. Even at his most intense, he only managed furrowed brows and muffled grunts.

But his silence only fueled Ludwig’s misunderstanding and jealousy, making his movements even fiercer.

Veins throbbed ferociously across his forehead. Ludwig’s scorching palms clamped down on either side of Shen Yu’s sleek, streamlined abs. The muscles there were firm and elastic; against his pale skin, vivid red marks quickly bloomed.

The red welts on the cool white muscle resembled plum blossoms scattered across snow.

Ludwig lowered his beast-like eyes, his turbid gaze nearly devouring Shen Yu whole.

“No thinking about anyone else. Female insect or male insect—no one.”

Shen Yu was dragged back once more, his shoulder blades scraping against the wrinkled bedsheet. Desire coursed through his veins as he clenched his molars, staving off the moans threatening to spill from his parched throat.

…

The lights overhead swayed. Ludwig’s face lurked in the shadows.

The fluffy silver hair on Shen Yu’s forehead was soaked. He felt like a fish flung onto shore—cut off from the sea, dying of thirst on dry land, baking under the sun.

If this kept up, he really might pass out—or worse.

Ludwig’s body pressed down.

“Mm—”

Shen Yu’s waist and back shuddered, then snapped taut like a drawn bow.

His neck stretched abruptly. Congested, pale veins strained along the side of his cool white skin, snaking like tree roots down to his collarbones. The chest muscles heaved dramatically with cold-toned intensity.

Shen Yu’s lips parted. He finally realized something was wrong. Teetering on the edge of collapse, his face flushed unnaturally red. He couldn’t hold back anymore and opened his mouth again.

“Ludwig, stop. I fucking told you to stop—”

No response.

Shen Yu reached out and grabbed Ludwig’s waist, trying to snap him out of it.

“Stop. Just stop.”

No response.

“You—you listen to me—”

Still nothing.

Shen Yu wasn’t just severely oxygen-starved; he was parched beyond belief. He felt like he was desiccating, his brain a swirling mush of dizziness where everything burned together into a thick porridge.

If only it were actual porridge—at least then he could gulp it down.

Shen Yu’s gaze landed on the black collar around Ludwig’s neck. He jolted fully awake, twisting his head to spot the handle just ten centimeters away—perfectly within reach if he stretched.

Shen Yu lunged for it, fingers closing around the handle. He knew semi-heat couldn’t be quelled with stabilizer, so they instinctively sought the second switch.

He was about to press it when he suddenly recalled the female insect’s words.

“Fine, you’re not jealous. I am. I am jealous.”

“The moment you truly fall for me, you’ll tell me yourself.”

“You can even use it to kill me.”

…

Shen Yu’s grip on the handle slackened. He squeezed his eyes shut, his long, curled silver lashes drooping over his eyelids like feathers rising and falling with each breath in the humid air.

Ludwig, can I trust you?

Can I?

Shen Yu opened his eyes. His brows knitted tight, chest heaving. His slender, powerful fingers, flushed pink at the knuckles from friction and heat, clenched.

Shen Yu tightened his hold, fingers digging into Ludwig’s waist like iron. His parched throat parted, and he uttered the safe word.

“…I… I love you.”

The air went still.

The body atop him froze.

The towering female insect, mid-motion, halted abruptly—like a mountain looming motionless over the plains.

Ludwig stopped dead. Even with reason yet to return and his pupils still dark and unfocused, instinct compelled him to honor the promise.