SGT CH2: Pheromone

◎Is the only thing in a pregnant female’s brain pheromones?◎

Release the female consort?

Nourish the zerg egg?

“I think you want me dead.”

Mousse fled to the doorway, looking back just in time to meet Aix’s furious and crazed eyes.

The female zerg’s muscles tensed, and the tightening chains cut bloody marks into his wrists. The frost-flower-like zerg patterns on his arms seemed to light up for an instant before quickly dimming.

Hiss…

Did that zerg pattern just light up?

To nearly mobilize the zerg pattern’s energy while wearing an S-class suppressor—what kind of monster was this.

If the suppressor wasn’t still diligently doing its job, Mousse had no doubt that Aix would have snapped the alloy chains with his bare hands and then torn him to shreds.

So, the combat strength of a top-tier female zerg was truly terrifying.

Once Aix was released, he would be the first to die.

But if his scum gong value was too high and he failed to complete the reformation task, it seemed he would die anyway.

Confirming Aix’s pregnancy made Mousse believe half of what the live broadcast system said.

Seeing Aix’s concern for the zerg egg and his terrifying strength that almost broke through the suppressor ring’s confinement, he was 90% convinced.

If this zerg egg couldn’t be saved, Aix would really disregard everything and drag him to the grave.

It was a dead end either way. The only sliver of hope lay with that developmentally stagnant zerg egg.

The suppressor was still operating; Aix couldn’t mobilize his zerg pattern energy and couldn’t break free from the chains for the time being.

Mousse boldly stopped his steps and asked the doctor from a distance:

“As long as there are enough pheromones, the zerg egg can be saved, right?”

“Theoretically, yes…”

The sub-female doctor was also panicking, afraid that General Aix would break free and injure the prince, and also worried that the prince would be angered and punish him.

He said with trepidation:

“The zerg egg has not been exposed to male zerg pheromones since its conception. The lack of pheromones is too great, severely affecting the zerg egg’s growth and development. It’s not something that can be replenished with ordinary pheromone nourishment.”

Mousse had already read the examination report and was aware of the zerg egg’s condition. He said directly:

“You just need to tell me what to do next.”

Aix also suppressed all his emotions, holding his breath and watching the doctor, waiting for his answer.

“For every one part missing, make up for it with ten.”

The sub-female doctor said: “The pheromones lacking in the early stages must be replenished tenfold. Only then is it possible for the zerg egg to awaken from its slumber and develop normally.”

Aix closed his eyes in despair.

He could let go of his dignity and endure any torture. Perhaps he could beg for pheromones from the prince once or twice.

But ten times the amount of pheromones was a quantity even a highly favored female zerg would find difficult to obtain.

Mousse’s brow furrowed slightly; he also felt this matter was very difficult.

He had the pheromones, but he needed the female zerg’s cooperation.

Mousse quietly glanced at Aix and saw the female zerg’s originally straight back slump, as if all his strength had been drained.

He still preferred the way Aix remained resilient and unyielding no matter what torture he suffered.

Although it made him grind his teeth in hatred, that version of Aix was very captivating and made him want to hurt him even more.

Mousse had the doctor leave first.

Only the two of them were left in the cold, empty punishment room.

Mousse’s eyes darted around, brewing up a wicked idea.

“You heard him. Ten times the pheromones to keep the zerg egg alive.”

He slowly approached Aix, his steps extremely slow, constantly monitoring Aix’s movements.

If the other party made any strange moves, he could turn and flee.

Aix raised his eyes, a pair of green eyes cool and composed.

He guessed the prince would use this to humiliate him.

If he could obtain pheromones this way, he didn’t care what he would suffer.

However, the prince was unlikely to give him enough pheromones.

Aix’s gaze slowly fell on the prince’s exposed neck.

Fresh blood also contained a large amount of pheromones.

If…

Mousse felt a chill on his neck, a hair-raising sensation creeping up from behind.

He immediately stopped his steps.

High-level male zergs had a keen sense of danger, a perception comparable to the combat intuition accumulated by military females over many years of facing danger.

Only he and Aix were in this punishment room. It went without saying where the danger he felt was coming from.

Mousse was a little angry.

He was already setting aside past grievances and preparing to help Aix save the egg, yet the female zerg was intent on killing him.

In that case, don’t blame him for being deliberately difficult.

There were many ways for a male zerg to give a female zerg pheromones. It could make the female zerg ecstatic, or it could make the female zerg miserable.

“General Aix, you don’t want your child to die in your womb, do you?”

Mousse made no effort to hide his anger; his eyes, looking at Aix, were filled with blatant malice.

Aix took a deep breath, relaxed his body, and slowly tilted his head back, exposing the neck with the suppressor, looking up at Mousse from below.

“If Your Highness is willing to bestow some pheromones upon me.”

The female zerg’s posture hadn’t changed much from before, but at this moment, Aix’s muscles relaxed, his voice softened, adopting a submissive and pleasing posture.

His pale skin, long unexposed to sunlight, paired with the black neck-ring suppressor, had a kind of cool, fragile beauty that was particularly pitiable.

It also easily aroused the sadistic desires of certain perverts.

Especially those usually cold green eyes, which, after softening their emotion, became like little hooks, tickling one’s heart.

A clumsy disguise.

An unskilled seduction.

But it strangely quelled Mousse’s anger.

Mousse stepped forward, pinched Aix’s chin, and lifted his face. His thumb brushed past the side of his face, enjoying the female zerg’s expression of forbearance as he wished.

This was a performance that both of them were well aware of.

But Mousse didn’t mind.

And Aix had no choice.

“You want pheromones? Then you’d better behave.”

Mousse’s tone was frivolous, his gaze sliding down from Aix’s neck, falling into the black tight-fitting tank top that encased his full chest muscles, carrying a blatant suggestion.

But the female zerg was more tolerant and bolder than he had thought.

Aix turned his head and took Mousse’s fingertips into his mouth.

“…”

Mousse’s mind went blank, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

Ahhhhhh—

Thank goodness, my fingers weren’t bitten off.

Mousse clutched his fingers and quickly glanced at the light screen, seeing it filled with excited comments.

“???”

What was wrong with these otherworldly audiences?

There were no pheromones, so what were they excited about?

Mousse’s ears burned. He found the female zerg in front of him displeasing and lowered his head to glare at him fiercely.

“Can’t you be more reserved!”

“?”

Aix found himself unable to keep up with the male zerg’s train of thought.

Wasn’t it the prince himself who had requested his service?

“If Your Highness doesn’t like me being proactive, I will restrain myself. I am very patient. You can do as you wish.”

Aix lowered his eyes, appearing tame.

If he hadn’t added “as long as you give me pheromones” at the end, it might have seemed more sincere.

“Hmm, pheromones. As long as you behave well, I will of course give them to you.”

Mousse responded carelessly, the heat in his ears gradually subsiding. His gaze drifted to the live broadcast light screen.

It wasn’t that he disliked proactiveness.

It was just that he didn’t want other zergs, or anything else, to see Aix’s aroused state.

Aix was his.

Exclusively his.

Since it was a live broadcast, there should be a way to censor or pixelate it, right?

Could the sound be turned off? Could the screen be blacked out?

He would have to study it later.

His attention returned to Aix.

The female zerg had clearly heard his perfunctory tone, and a hint of anxiety and hostility appeared in his eyes.

Mousse wanted to laugh a little.

His reply was not very attentive, but it wasn’t like he wouldn’t give pheromones. What was the rush?

In any case, this Aix who was easily stirred by him was much more pleasing to the eye than the previous Aix who treated him like air.

“Don’t be anxious. Let me think about how to arrange it…”

Mousse picked up a strand of Aix’s hair and twirled it around his fingertip.

Aix’s eyelashes trembled, a little uneasy.

Perhaps he should do something to please the prince, to beg for pity.

But he was not good at these things, and the prince didn’t seem to like female zergs being too proactive.

Aix was trapped in a suffocating silence, awaiting the verdict on him and the zerg egg.

Then he heard the prince say:

“You can leave the punishment room.”

Aix suddenly looked up, staring at the prince in disbelief.

Mousse added: “But you have to wear another suppressor.”

He was really afraid of this female zerg.

S-level female zergs were all monsters. Even the top-grade suppressor had almost failed to restrain him.

Mousse contacted the butler and had him send over a bracelet-shaped suppressor.

Aix had no right to question the prince’s decision.

He could only follow the prince’s arrangement.

But being able to leave the punishment room was also a good thing.

Before, he wouldn’t have cared where he was.

He had lost everything when he was forcibly matched with the prince.

Any place in the prince’s mansion made no difference to him; it was just a different location in the same cage.

But now, even for the zerg egg in his abdomen, he could not stay here.

After all, no one could guarantee that the male zerg would remember to come to the punishment room every day to give pheromones.

The suppressor arrived. Mousse took it and personally put it on Aix.

“Just wear it on… the right hand.”

Mousse fastened the suppressor on Aix’s right wrist and activated it before undoing the chains on his body.

Almost as soon as the suppressor was put on, Aix felt a wave of weakness.

His body felt light, completely powerless.

The chains supporting his body were undone, and Aix fell forward uncontrollably.

The prince was standing right in front of him. With this fall, he collapsed onto the prince.

And the position was somewhat awkward.

He was kneeling, and the prince was standing. At this height, his chin just happened to rest on…

Aix held his breath and turned his face away, trying to support his body and avoid it.

But at that moment, he smelled a hint of fruity wood and floral fragrance—the scent of the prince’s pheromones.

His body, long deprived of pheromone nourishment, began to tremble. Aix’s rationality teetered on the brink.

The resilient will of a military female made him unwilling to succumb to instinct.

But his body told him he needed pheromones.

Yes, he needed pheromones. His zerg egg needed the nourishment of pheromones.

In an instant, Aix made his choice. He closed his eyes as if going to his death, allowing himself to indulge in instinct and welcome the impending pain.

“W-wait!”

Mousse pushed Aix away, gathered his outer robe, and retreated several steps, his face flushed as he glared at the female zerg before him.

“You, be reserved! Be reserved! Are you that impatient?!”

Aix only swayed when pushed, but quickly steadied himself.

Hearing the prince’s reprimand, Aix didn’t feel much shame. Perhaps it was because the prince’s flushed face and stamping feet lacked any intimidating presence.

He supported himself with one hand and slowly stood up.

The change in his field of vision made him dazed for a moment.

How long had it been since he had stood up?

Fortunately, the constitution of an S-level female zerg was robust, and his recovery ability was extremely strong.

Apart from his body being exceptionally weak and powerless, he was no different from usual.

And Aix already had experience with being restricted by suppressors. He quickly adapted to his current physical state.

Then he noticed the prince had quieted down at some point and was looking up at him blankly.

There was a natural difference in bone structure and body size between male and female zergs.

It wasn’t obvious when Aix was kneeling, but it became very clear when he stood up.

Mousse, who exercised regularly and was considered exceptionally tall among male zergs with a great physique, stood before the tall, muscular Aix and was a whole size smaller, appearing almost petite by comparison.

They were still very close, and the sense of physical oppression was instantly overwhelming.

The taller, stronger female zerg, at this moment, had his eyes lowered, concealing all his sharp edges, and asked in a soft voice:

“Your Highness, when can I receive your bestowed pheromones?”

Mousse: “…”

Is the only thing in a pregnant female’s brain pheromones?

Ten times the pheromones needed for a normal zerg egg’s growth and development…

Mousse could already see his miserable life for the next few months.

He would have to go to sleep with Aix every day like clocking in at work, torture Aix in various ways, and see Aix having to endure and cooperate with him…

Sob sob sob, how miserable.

The corners of his sad mouth couldn’t be pressed down.

Author’s Note:

Little Cake: Sob sob sob, I’m so miserable. (The upturned corners of his mouth are harder to press down than an AK.jpg)

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