SGT CH6: Offering Himself Up

◎If this torment continues, the female zerg will break down, right?◎

Compared to being humiliated while wearing a military uniform, just having the prince leisurely watch him offer himself up was much, much better.

Aix had no right to refuse.

Aix knew the prince was in poor health. If one were to investigate the cause, it was still his doing.

Back then, he had been drugged by the male zerg with a forbidden aphrodisiac and forcibly taken.

When he woke from his daze, the male zerg hadn’t even left, perhaps feeling secure and fearless.

A dignified prince truly didn’t need to care about a military female general with no background.

On the contrary, any resistance from Aix would bring a heavy price upon himself.

Aix never regretted his choice back then.

Even if it meant being stripped of his wings, losing everything, and only being able to await death in the punishment room.

He just hadn’t expected that the chaos of that night would actually grant him a zerg egg.

This tiny zerg egg was too quiet. It had been in his abdomen for three months, yet he had never sensed it.

By the time he learned of its existence, it had already fallen into dormancy due to the lack of male zerg pheromones, on the verge of losing its vitality.

As long as he could exchange it for a sliver of life for his cub, Aix was willing to do anything.

Even if it meant actively offering himself to this vile male zerg who had forcibly taken him.

Aix knelt and climbed onto the sofa.

The room was small, and the sofa was only the size of a single-zerg sofa, enough for a cub to curl up and sleep on.

For a tall adult male zerg, it was only enough to sit on, though it was still comfortable.

But if you added a tall female zerg, it immediately became cramped.

The female zerg knelt on top of him, yet was unwilling to have too much contact with his body. He could only support himself by holding the sides of the sofa’s backrest to maintain balance.

Mousse had no intention of helping him, at most offering him a point of support.

He leaned back against the sofa, perfectly positioned to see the female zerg’s face.

A face of self-sacrifice, restraint, and forbearance.

How amusing.

His pheromones were clearly overflowing, yet he still put on such an appearance of being violated.

It made one want to hurt him even more excessively.

The room was filled with the female zerg’s pheromones, crisp and clean, like ice and snow, like frost flowers.

If fused with Mousse’s sweet and rich pheromones, it would transform into a cool, sweet fragrance reminiscent of an ice cream cake.

But Mousse was determined to torment Aix, refusing to let him have his way, continuously suppressing his pheromones.

Even though this made him suffer as well.

He watched the female zerg’s rhythm of rising and falling become chaotic with anxiety, his eyelashes trembling, his cool green eyes completely losing their self-possession, overflowing with fragmented light.

The female zerg’s wretched state brought Mousse extreme pleasure. His chest filled with a wicked delight that made him unwilling to blink.

“Not enough, General Aix. If you want pheromones, you’ll have to work harder.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the female zerg leaned over and enveloped him, his strong, well-built arms wrapping around him, and a warmth fell upon his lips.

Mousse was momentarily stunned, his eyes frozen.

“Your Highness, I’ve cleaned myself, my mouth as well. I beg you.”

The female zerg pleaded, his face close to his.

He looked truly miserable.

If this torment continues, the female zerg will break down, right?

Mousse reluctantly opened his mouth, and then his tongue was nearly devoured by the female zerg.

A zerg’s bodily fluids contained a large amount of pheromones.

The pheromone content in saliva ranked among the top three in the body.

Second was blood, and first was what Mousse was deliberately suppressing and refusing to give Aix.

The female zerg couldn’t get the pheromones, so he snatched them from his mouth.

In order to save his own tongue, Mousse had no choice but to stop holding back and release all his pheromones to the female zerg.

“How despicable!” Mousse gnashed his teeth in anger.

Actually relying on playing pitiful to gain sympathy and trick him out of his pheromones!

He finally managed to get his tongue back, only to taste the faint tang of blood. The tip of his tongue was broken.

Mousse hissed lightly, growing even more annoyed.

He angrily pushed at the female zerg who had collapsed on him, but couldn’t move him.

The female zerg, saturated with pheromones, lay on top of him, his eyes vacant and unfocused, looking as if he was completely broken.

Mousse paused for a moment, still feeling that he, with his bitten tongue, was the more miserable one, so he continued to push the female zerg’s shoulder.

“Stop playing pitiful and get off me! You’ve dirtied the sofa! It’s covered in your pheromones!”

The female zerg’s eyelashes trembled, his head tilted slightly, as if he was finally about to come to his senses.

The next moment, however, he buried his face in Mousse’s neck, closed his eyes, and fell completely asleep.

Mousse: “…?”

Mousse tilted his head in confusion.

Were the side effects this strong?

It was the same last night. After being nourished by pheromones, he had fallen into a deep sleep, and nothing could wake him.

After hesitating for a long while, Mousse gave up on waking Aix.

He sat up straight, which pulled at his sore waist and hips, and hissed again.

It really hurts. Is the female zerg an armed mech? He almost sat me into pieces.

He decided to force the female zerg to learn some skills.

At the very least, he had to learn to control his strength so that he wouldn’t be hurt by being sat on again.

Mousse reached out and picked up the female zerg.

A male zerg’s frailty was relative to a female zerg’s.

High-level female zergs of the zerg race were monsters.

They could traverse the universe with their zerg-form bodies and could tear apart mechs and battleships with their bare hands. In front of them, even cosmic beasts seemed憨态可掬 (hāntàikějū) “endearingly clumsy.”

The male zergs were made to look incredibly fragile by the powerful female zergs.

But when a high-level male zerg erupted, he was still capable of tearing a table apart with his bare hands.

When angry, grabbing a chair to smash a zerg was also very natural, with no drawbacks other than being unable to break through a female zerg’s defenses.

In short, even for a prince whose body had not yet recovered, picking up a tall, strong female zerg was an easy task.

Mousse tossed Aix onto the bed and casually pulled over the blanket, covering the female zerg who was drenched in the scent of pheromones.

Looking back at the mess on the sofa, Mousse scratched his head in frustration.

He decided to continue exploiting Aix.

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Aix had a rather indistinct dream.

In the dream, it was that night again, in the unfamiliar aircraft, with the unfamiliar blond male zerg.

He struggled to wake up from the drug’s influence and reached out to end the male zerg’s life.

His fingertips had already touched the male zerg’s chest, but when he looked up, he saw the male zerg looking at him with his beautiful, mismatched eyes, full of grievance, half accusing and half coquettish, saying:

“You’re hurting me by sitting on me!”

Aix jolted, waking directly from his sleep.

The dream was too terrifying.

Aix simply couldn’t imagine the prince acting coquettishly towards him.

Dreams and reality were indeed complete opposites.

Aix propped his head up and sat up, finding himself on the bed in the small room in the basement of the prince’s mansion.

There was something fluffy in his arms.

Aix looked down and saw a black spider doll.

“…”

After receiving the pheromones last night, he had lost consciousness.

He had no memory of what happened afterward.

Aix frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn’t remember how this doll had gotten onto the bed.

And in his memory, he should have been on the sofa.

It couldn’t be that the prince had carried him to the bed and even tucked a cub’s doll into his arms, right?

Only male zergs and little cubs needed to hug dolls to sleep.

Aix rubbed the soft, short plush of the doll’s surface, a hint of contemplation and confusion in his eyes.

A cub had once lived in this room.

What kind of cub would live in a small room in the basement?

It could only be… an unfavored cub born to an unfavored female zerg.

But the prince had completed his physiological awakening on him, had not yet been an adult before that, and certainly couldn’t have a cub.

The identity of the unknown cub who had once lived here became even more mysterious.

Aix couldn’t figure it out and gave up trying.

He just treated it as one of the secrets of the prince’s mansion.

These ancient noble residences always concealed many secrets.

He was in a precarious situation himself now; knowing too much was not beneficial to him.

Aix put the doll aside and was about to get up when a piece of paper floated down.

He picked up the paper and saw a page of beautiful and flamboyant handwriting.

【Clean the sofa!
It’s covered in your pheromone fluid! It’s unusable! (Angry)
Also, you need to properly learn how to serve a male zerg.
The materials are in the video player on the desk. Study hard! I will be checking!】

Just by looking at the words, Aix could imagine the prince’s flustered and angry appearance.

That kind of male zerg, even when angry, had bright and beautiful features, a beauty that was extremely aggressive.

Aix unconsciously curved his lips, then immediately froze.

He slowly raised his hand, touched the corner of his mouth, and realized he had actually been smiling.

Lowering his hand, Aix’s expression turned ugly.

He stared at the handwriting on the note as if he had seen some kind of terrifying beast.

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