A Female Insectoid, having lost in battle, fell into s*avery. At their first meeting, his clothes were tattered and his body covered in wounds, his silver hair matted with blood and grime. Yet, those misty green eyes were as dark as stars, incredibly calm and serene.

That day, the man who had unexpectedly replaced his Master Husband gazed into those beautiful eyes and offered him boundless tenderness and compassion.

The Female Insectoid’s mind had been damaged by drugs, often leaving him in a vacant, sluggish state, his pupils dilated, appearing utterly adorably clueless.

He possessed a deathly stillness in his obedience, enduring even bone-setting without a sound, biting his lip in silence, only to quietly approach his Master Husband at night and whisper to him, “It hurts.”

The Female Insectoid also had his little schemes. When held and gently kissed, he would carefully retract his Insect Teeth, keeping his hands demurely folded over his chest, inadvertently concealing all aggression, only to hoarsely and obsessively murmur, “Master Husband…”

He never spoke of the unfairness of fate, but once, upon seeing his Master Husband bring him a bowl of Blood Supplement Soup, he slowly tilted his head, his eyes reddening.

At first, it was just amusing to tease this foolish Insectoid he had picked up for free—watching him shock everyone with the le*d talk taught by his pe*verted former Master Husband, seeing his body gradually recover, following behind him calling “Master Husband, Master Husband,” and occasionally wearing a bewildered, confused expression.

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