SGT CH8: Gege

◎X blurted out: “You can call me female father.”◎

A bed of this small size should be very crowded for two zergs to sleep in.

Yet Mousse didn’t feel crowded at all. Not only could he lie down comfortably flat on his back, but there was also some empty space on his left side against the wall.

It couldn’t be that his bed had inexplicably gotten wider, could it?

Mousse was greatly perplexed. He slipped out of the covers and, looking past the female zerg, almost laughed out loud.

The female zerg was sleeping on the outer edge, with only a small part of his arm still on the bed. The rest of his body was completely suspended in the air.

“Performing such a high-difficulty move while sleeping, aren’t you tired?

“If you like being suspended, you should have said so earlier. Next time I give you pheromones, I’ll hold you up and let you be suspended on me to your heart’s content.”

Mousse pulled the female zerg inwards, pressing down on his shoulder and forcing him to lie flat.

Aix complied with the prince’s force and lay down. Hearing the prince’s latter words, his eyelashes only trembled slightly.

He seems quite obedient, Mousse thought.

The kind that wouldn’t resist no matter how he was bullied.

But Mousse knew just how lethal this female zerg was.

This was just a superficial submission.

When he needed something from him, he was both proactive and passionate.

When he no longer needed him, he could heartlessly abandon him.

It was always like this.

Mousse grabbed Aix’s right hand and examined it carefully.

It was this very hand that had plunged into his chest and seized his heart, in the physical sense.

At that time, Aix hadn’t even entered his zerg form, nor had he mobilized his zerg pattern energy.

Well, for an S-level female zerg, tearing apart a male zerg’s body was not much harder than tearing a piece of paper.

There was no need for zerg transformation at all.

If not for the fully armed personal guard surrounding them, Aix wouldn’t even have spread his wings.

A dangerous female zerg.

Mousse took out a pair of silver-white handcuffs from his spatial bracelet and, with a click, cuffed Aix’s wrist.

The other end was connected to the headboard frame.

The female zerg, suppressed by the inhibitor, could not break free from the handcuffs.

This way, Aix could only sleep with his hand half-raised all night, which would surely not be comfortable.

Mousse was satisfied.

He turned over, burrowed back into the covers, used his own body to pin down the female zerg’s other arm, and fell peacefully asleep.

Aix maintained his flat-on-his-back posture, not moving an inch.

Even when the prince’s body was mostly pressed on top of him, using him as a bed.

Noticing that the prince’s breathing had gradually stabilized and he had entered a deep sleep, he finally moved his eyes slightly, looking at the male zerg whose face was pressed against his chest, his gaze complex.

The prince clearly knew he was dangerous and was wary and guarded against him.

But his method of guarding was just to cuff one of his hands?

Just like that, he could let down his guard and sleep soundly beside him.

Aix didn’t know whether to call the prince naive or confident.

During the night.

Mousse’s breathing suddenly became rapid, his brows furrowed tightly, and the body pressing on Aix shifted restlessly.

Aix opened his eyes. Seeing the male zerg seemingly trapped in a nightmare, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes. He didn’t know whether he should wake him.

The prince’s breathing grew more and more urgent, as if facing immense panic.

Aix no longer hesitated.

He twitched the hand that was being pressed down, his palm landing on the male zerg’s back, and patted it tentatively.

The male zerg’s body stiffened for a moment, then gradually began to relax.

The sleeping male zerg unconsciously turned his head, buried his face deep into his chest, took a deep breath, and his breathing gradually eased.

“Gege.”

The male zerg’s lips moved slightly, murmuring indistinctly.

Aix was startled.

Then, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

The prince was the Zerg Emperor’s eldest son; he had no older brother.

Who was he calling?

What kind of zerg could make the prince care so much?

To even remember him in his dreams.

Aix pressed his lips together lightly, his eyes holding a complex emotion that even he couldn’t quite understand.

…

He dreamt again of his past in the Dark Star Region.

The Dark Star Region was not under the jurisdiction of any power. It was a motley place, gathering hundreds of members from different races.

They were mostly criminals, star pirates, interstellar wanderers… and their descendants.

Darkness ran rampant here, and slaughter was everywhere.

At that time, he was still a sub-adult female zerg.

But he was already approaching adulthood and had successfully broken through to A-level, so he logically became a hunter.

Codename: X.

His prey, most of the time, were some fierce beasts with source crystals, or certain other races.

Sometimes, there would also be zergs.

X did not like to prey on his own kind.

It was just that he was too good at hiding his aura. Many of his own kind, thinking he was a C-level or lower female zerg, made him their prey.

After finishing off a group of his own kind who had ambushed him, X squatted by the river to wash his hands.

Under the moonlight, a glowing object caught his attention.

He stood up and walked over, seeing a small zerg cub unconscious by the water.

The glowing object was the bracelet on the small cub’s wrist.

Red numbers flickered on it, indicating low energy.

X watched from a distance for a while, then turned to leave.

The Dark Star Region was full of dangers. One had to be vigilant at all times, even when facing a cub.

There were plenty of hunters who used cubs as bait.

Although the clothes on that cub were torn, one could still see that the material was extraordinary.

It was definitely not clothing that an ordinary cub from the Dark Star Region could wear.

Approaching such a zerg would absolutely not be a good thing for him.

Even if this cub genuinely needed help, he had to consider whether he had the ability to rescue a cub.

He had no problem surviving alone in the Dark Star Region. But if you added a fragile cub, the situation would be completely different.

X found many reasons to convince himself not to act out of misplaced kindness.

As the first moon was about to set, Aix, who had been standing in the shadows for a long time, stepped forward, picked up the small cub whose lips were white from the cold, and carried him back to his dwelling.

It wasn’t until he entered the underground safe house, turned on the lights, and cleaned the small cub’s wounds that X realized this was a tender, white male zerg cub.

In the chaotic Dark Star Region, male zergs were even rarer.

Adopting a male zerg cub meant endless trouble.

Perhaps I should send him back.

X thought to himself.

However, when the little male zerg opened his eyes and looked over with those big, watery eyes, the words that came out of X’s mouth became: “You can call me female father.”

Of course, the little male zerg did not call him female father.

Even after a few months, when X settled for second best and asked the little male zerg to call him “gege,” the little male zerg stubbornly refused to open his mouth.

…

The room in the basement of the prince’s mansion saw no sunlight. There was only a starry sky light on the ceiling that would change with the time.

At night, it was a brilliant river of stars. During the day, there was no sunlight, only two alternately appearing bright, clear moons.

Aix adapted to this setup very quickly.

The daylight hours in his Dark Star Region were very short. When the sun was not visible, two bright moons would appear alternately.

The zergs living there were more accustomed to treating the time when the moon was visible as daytime, and when there was no moon, it was nighttime.

Aix thought this light might have been designed with the Dark Star Region as inspiration.

He wondered if the designer had ever been to the Dark Star Region.

When one moon rose, Aix opened his eyes.

Seeing the bright, clear moon above, Aix was still a little dazed.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell what day it was.

The warm breath on his chest brought him back to his senses.

Aix looked down.

The prince was lying quietly on him, his long hair spread out, looking docile and gentle.

Like a long-haired cat curled up asleep on him.

Aix had never actually seen a cat.

It was just that back then, the little male zerg had casually mentioned the cat at his home, and he had remembered it.

He only learned later that it was a valuable and delicate pet, extremely difficult to raise.

Only some wealthy nobles would keep such a delicate and troublesome pet.

There were no cats in the prince’s mansion.

But the prince fit his image of a cat very well.

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