The Sickly Villain Insectoid's Oral Solution

☆☆ (Doing my best to save this story) An outwardly gentle but secretly ruthless, calculating, sharp-edged, aloof beauty of an alpha & a professional bug killer who seems pitiful on the surface but is actually a gloomy, self-destructive, yandere villain beta #I Transmigrated into a Terrible Insectoid Novel and Tried to Survive, Only to Accidentally Pick Up the Villain# I had just died of an illness when I landed in an insectoid novel with a bad ending. Before long, every insect in that world would die, not one spared. And as if that weren't bad enough, my new identity after dying and coming back to life was an insect. I looked up the book and blamed all its bad endings on a villainous beta named Helga. I discovered that he rose to the top of the insectoid world and destroyed it. I didn't want to die, so I had to stop Helga. As an inferior alpha who could barely use his mental tendrils, I knew the best way to stop a beta whose mind had completely unraveled wasn't mental conditioning. It was to eliminate him through the insect way. I was going to kill Helga. ...Unfortunately, the mission didn't go well. I couldn't find Helga. All I found was a pitiful roommate. His mind was out of control, but he clung to me. He was a yandere, but also considerate. When he heard my tragic story, he immediately stood behind me and offered to help me kill that villainous insect. My roommate followed me around in secret and crept into my bed in the middle of the night, but he was willing to help me and was strong enough. So I calmly accepted his desire for me. I looked at him. He was great, so useful. We were the best bedmates and the best teammates for saving the insectoid world. One late night, I leaned over his chest and pinned him down as I played with him, my tail hook wrapped around his waist. Mumbled words spilled from the corners of our kissing mouths. “By the way, I never asked. What's your name?” My roommate, growing a little impatient, wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled us closer together. “Helga,” he said. “?” //For a guide to this story's kinks: both leads are deeply in love with each other. If that's not for you, don't read. I was a silly bird when I wrote this, so there's no logic, just nonsense from start to finish. No need to tell me if you drop it. Thanks~ (bows) Set in a fictional world, unrelated to reality. Please don't apply it to real life. [Please check out my upcoming story~~~] Among the great noble houses, everyone knows the unspoken story of the past: Shak Bie, the last beta son of the Bolkin family, once adopted an alpha. He named the boy Shalun himself, cared for him devotedly, and loved him like a brother by blood. Later, Shalun married his brother's political enemy. The wedding was a disaster. Guests at the wedding whispered that Shak Bie had ruined the ceremony. They seemed to have seen the brothers in secret, kissing each other despite every taboo. Their behavior was unspeakable, and the insect god would never tolerate it. Even exile couldn't erase their sin. That was where the rumors ended. Because later, Shalun Bolkin died in the Abyss. No insect knew what had really happened. ...It wasn't until eight years later that he met a high-ranking alpha bishop who looked very much like Shalun. ** “You weep and mourn uncontrollably for an insect who died in the cosmic Abyss, whose ashes can't even be found, and your love for him is so intense that even your ‘child’ can see it at a glance. Yet you recoil in terror from your bishop?” “Then dare you swear to me, your bishop who loves you so deeply and longs to save you, before the insect god who has never appeared, before the family you cherish more than life itself, and before all your subordinates, that in your heart you have never, ever committed the sin of incest?” The bishop said. A widowed alpha with the unmistakable air of a widow: cold, composed, and still undeniably alluring, though her husband is dead × a beta who treats love as a virtue, restrains himself and observes propriety, and loves without being loved in return, drifting through life in a drunken haze Theme: Even adversity can give rise to miracles