SGT CH7: Wanting to Embrace Him

◎A cold and hard female zerg, but his mouth is hot.◎

Mousse was in his study, handling work.

Dozens of virtual screens floated around him, almost submerging him.

Mousse was unhurried. Many materialized mental tentacles extended from his body, operating rapidly on the virtual screens.

He could even use his free hands to eat snacks.

This maneuver thoroughly shocked the audience in the live broadcast room, eliciting gasps of amazement.

[So this is mental power? It’s so convenient!]
[It completely frees up your hands. As someone grinding through my homework right now, I’m so envious.]
[Coach, I want to learn this!]
[The coach doesn’t have mental power either, sob sob.]

So, male zergs were indeed very suitable for handling text-based work.

As the crown prince, Mousse had many work arrangements every day.

It was just that he was still recuperating, so he only had to handle some government affairs online.

All the work that required him to go out and make appearances was transferred to his younger brother, greatly reducing his workload.

The second prince, who had already entered the military for training, was forced to take over the prince’s original work, flying around the galaxy, as busy as a spinning top.

He had to maintain good relations with strategic partners and also engage in verbal battles at the negotiation table with the hostile Tianjia Empire.

Because the Zerg and the Tianjia were in a truce period, no matter how fierce the confrontation was, they couldn’t actually flip the table and start a fight. The usually straightforward military female was so angry his blood pressure rose.

Mousse was also a little confused.

When he was in charge of foreign affairs, he didn’t feel that the Tianjia Empire was so aggressive. That was during wartime.

The Tianjia and the Zerg originated from the same source, and the power hierarchy of the Tianjia was all female.

Facing a beautiful and delicate male zerg prince, versus facing a military female zerg prince who might be met on the battlefield in the future, of course, their attitudes were completely different.

Mousse expressed his concern for his pitiful younger brother and gave him spiritual support.

Nothing else.

He was still recuperating from his injuries. Wasn’t it reasonable for him not to be able to go out to work?

Mousse decided to take this opportunity to give himself a half-year vacation.

Zergs were oviparous. The cub would develop in the female father’s abdomen for 6 months before being born, and then hatch after incubating at room temperature for 4 months.

If placed in an incubator, the hatching time could be advanced.

The zerg egg in Aix’s abdomen had stopped developing at three months and had fallen into dormancy.

Mousse had consulted the doctor.

If the zerg egg could not resume growth within a month, it could only be declared dead.

Declaring the death of the zerg egg.

Was also declaring his and Aix’s death.

If the zerg egg was gone, Aix would kill him.

If he died, Aix would also have to be buried with him.

In a way, this was a kind of dying for love.

【Scum Gong Value -1】

【Current Scum Gong Value: 75】

Mousse saw the notification that the scum gong value had decreased but didn’t pay it much mind.

Nourishing the zerg egg and providing pregnancy nutrition meals were both long-term tasks. At each stage, the scum gong value would decrease a little.

Over these few days, it had already successively reduced his scum gong value by 3 points.

Mousse collected his thoughts and focused on handling the work that had accumulated during this period.

By the time he finished his work and put away all the virtual screens, Mousse found that the sky had completely darkened.

Looking at the time displayed on his terminal, it was already late at night.

Usually at this time, he would have already given Aix a round of pheromones.

Mousse got up in a hurry and, while heading down to the basement, contacted the butler to inquire about Aix’s situation.

He received the answer that the female consort hadn’t left his room all day and hadn’t inquired about his whereabouts.

Mousse’s steps slowed down.

Aix had been acting strangely these past few days.

Mousse had noticed, but he didn’t understand the reason.

Previously, Aix would still try to seduce him for the zerg egg’s sake, proactively inviting him over at night, afraid he would forget to give pheromones.

Now, Aix would still ask him for pheromones, but he would no longer invite him so proactively.

Even when he was working hard to obtain pheromones, he would avoid his eyes, unwilling to look at his face.

And today, he was so late, yet Aix could endure not coming to find him?

This was very abnormal.

Lost in thought, Mousse arrived at the door of the familiar room and pushed it open directly.

He saw the female zerg standing by the sofa he usually sat on, his eyes somewhat empty, lost in thought about something.

“Yo, you’re still awake. I thought the General had already forgotten about the zerg egg and pheromones and gone to sleep early,” Mousse said mockingly.

Aix came back to his senses at the sound and turned to see Mousse appear at the door. He was startled for a moment, then went to greet him a beat later.

“Your Highness.”

Aix walked before Mousse and skillfully knelt down. He lowered his head, showing his submission.

Mousse could only see the top of his head.

He was a little impatient and kicked the female zerg’s knee with the tip of his shoe, signaling him to get up.

The female zerg didn’t move, letting him kick.

“…”

So you like to kneel, huh?

You refuse to look at me, huh?

Mousse tilted his head and glanced at the empty corridor beside him, suddenly deciding not to enter the room.

“Serve me right here.”

Mousse stood at the doorway, half of his body inside the room, the other half exposed to the corridor.

Aix looked up stiffly and also saw the empty, wide corridor lit by cold lights outside.

He had never had relations with the prince outside.

Even that chaotic first time was in a sealed aircraft.

From the prince’s cold voice, Aix knew that the prince was serious.

He really wanted him to serve him here.

Mousse enjoyed the female zerg’s struggle.

He knew that the attendants and personal guards only moved about on the ground floor and that no other zerg would come to the basement level, but Aix didn’t know that.

The female zerg’s five senses were suppressed by the suppressor, making it impossible for him to know in advance if any zerg was approaching, so he would always be fearful and uneasy.

This version of Aix was much more interesting than the female zerg who had just been showing him the top of his head.

“Your Highness…”

Aix’s voice trembled. He subconsciously grabbed the corner of the prince’s clothes, wanting to exchange it for a trace of pity.

When he realized his thought, his face turned pale again, and he stiffly let go of his hand.

Mousse tilted his head and looked at him in confusion.

It hasn’t even started yet. Is it necessary to be so scared?

His face had turned pale.

The little bit of color he had managed to regain through the nutrition meals was gone again.

However, he wouldn’t give up tormenting the female zerg just because he looked pitiful.

“If you want pheromones, come and get them yourself. Oh, right, use your mouth. Just in time to check your learning progress.”

A smug smile appeared on Mousse’s lips as he awaited the female zerg’s reaction.

The female zerg had become somewhat dazed since letting go of his clothes.

Hearing his words, he only slowly shifted his gaze upward.

Mousse didn’t rush him, quietly waiting for him to begin.

He knew Aix would choose to obey.

The zerg egg needed pheromones. The female zerg couldn’t possibly give up the pheromones delivered right to his mouth.

Sure enough, under his gaze, the female zerg loosened his tightly pressed lips, as if having made a decision, leaned in, and bit his button.

Mousse leaned his upper body back against the doorframe, his head dizzy.

He supported himself with one hand on the door behind him and buried the other in the female zerg’s hair, gripping it tightly.

Damn, I was careless.

He hadn’t expected that having Aix kneel before him would be so stimulating.

They had had much more intimate contact, but when he looked down and saw Aix’s puffed-out cheeks, his mind was hit with a wave of blankness.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. The rich fragrance of flowers and fruitwood mixed with the crisp cold of ice and snow, merging into a cool, sweet scent like ice cream cake or chilled fruit wine.

“Cough—”

Aix choked on the pheromones and coughed dryly after pulling away.

Even his coughing was done with pursed lips, not letting a single precious drop of pheromone go to waste.

Mousse covered his eyes with his arm, leaning against the door to calm his breathing, his mind still dizzy.

Aix cleaned up all the pheromones and looked up to see the prince’s appearance, momentarily stunned.

This was the first time he had seen the prince’s appearance after releasing pheromones.

The previous few times, he had either had his back to the prince.

Or, because his body had been empty for too long, he couldn’t handle the excessive pheromones and was knocked unconscious by the impact.

By the time he woke up, the prince would have long since left.

Only the residual pheromones on his body proved that the chaotic entanglement in his memory was not a dream.

He never knew that the prince could be so… bewitchingly beautiful.

The prince on a normal day was also very good-looking, but it was a proud and noble kind of good-looking.

It was full of a sense of distance, and he was covered in thorns that would prick any zerg who got close until they bled.

The prince now, his magnificent clothes slightly disheveled, his lips crimson, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, those eyes that always carried malice were covered, which unexpectedly gave one a feeling of enchanting obedience and pity.

It made one want to embrace him.

Aix raised his hand.

Just as it was about to touch the prince’s clothes, his fingertips curled slightly, and he drew it back.

He knew the prince’s true nature better than anyone, didn’t he?

There was never any obedience or pity.

He was a thorn bush blooming with blood-red roses, not only would it prick any zerg who got close until they bled, but it would also actively capture, entangle, and strangle them.

Aix lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the metal floor of the corridor, his eyes flickering.

He spoke in a hoarse voice: “Your Highness… would you like to come in and rest for a while?”

After all, they were at the doorway, right next to the cold, bright corridor. The prince was currently disheveled. If he were to be accidentally seen…

Aix didn’t consider himself.

It was very painful and exceptionally tormenting when he was being troubled by the prince.

But as soon as it was over, seeing the prince with his malice retracted, he would forget all that pain.

Aix didn’t know why this was happening.

Just as he didn’t know why, back then on the aircraft, when he clearly had the chance to directly kill the male zerg who had violated him, he had hesitated.

To the point of having his wings severed by the male zerg and ending up in his current state.

Even having fallen to this point, he still needed the male zerg to constantly appear before him, using blatant malice and torment to remind him to hate him, for him to remember to hate him.

Truly… sad.

Mousse heard Aix ask him to come in and rest and suspected he had misheard.

He moved his arm from his eyes and looked down to meet the female zerg’s pained and bewildered eyes.

He understood the pain.

But what was with the bewilderment?

“Are you inviting me?”

Mousse casually straightened his clothes and asked curiously.

Seeing him get dressed, Aix averted his gaze and lowered his head without a word.

Oh, a cold, hard, uninteresting female zerg.

Mousse judged in his heart.

But his mouth was hot.

Thinking of the overly erotic content, Mousse’s gaze became a little erratic.

He was indeed served very comfortably, and the female zerg had proactively invited him…

Mousse was in a rare good mood and decided not to fuss over the female zerg’s current coldness and dullness.

He strode into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Since you’re so reluctant for me to leave, I’ll reluctantly stay for the night.”

Speaking of which, this was originally his room. There was nothing wrong with him staying the night.

Why should the female zerg be able to sleep comfortably in his room?

While he had to cross the cold corridor late at night and go upstairs to find another room to sleep in?

The more Mousse thought about it, the more indignant and wronged he felt.

He resolved to sleep his fill and make up for the previous period.

He walked past the female zerg and went into the bathroom to shower and wash up.

By the time Aix reacted, the sound of showering was already coming from the bathroom.

The prince said… he was staying for the night.

Aix froze in place, at a loss.

Logically, the prince staying the night was beneficial to him. It meant he had more opportunities to obtain pheromones. He should be happy.

But…

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