SGT CH16: Military Uniform

◎The military female, dressed in uniform, was made a mess of.◎

Seeing the military uniform in front of him, Aix’s face turned pale.

Yesterday, the prince had left the medical room with a sullen face and had not come to him at night.

Aix knew that what awaited him next was either the prince’s cold shoulder or true torment and humiliation.

He just hadn’t expected the humiliation to be this.

To be tortured while wearing a military uniform… was not only tormenting his body but also trampling on his spirit.

“What are you staring at? Hurry up and change,” Mousse urged. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get you this uniform?”

The black military uniform had patterns of silver twin moons and golden stars.

This was not the uniform of the Fourth Army Corps to which Aix originally belonged, but the uniform of the garrison troops of White Night Star. An elite unit that served only the prince, the prince’s private army.

Aix thought, for clothes like this, the prince could have as many as he wanted.

The prince had once mentioned wanting him to wear a military uniform. He had temporarily avoided it by using the excuse that “there were no military uniforms among the clothes the butler sent.”

Now, the prince had brought the military uniform before him, and he no longer had any reason to escape.

Perhaps it was the sliver of mercy revealed under the prince’s vile personality over the past month that made him feel the prince was not a cold and hard-hearted zerg.

Or perhaps he was bewitched by the pheromones, easily believing the false tenderness between their intertwined necks…

Aix struggled internally, kneeling at the prince’s feet, and pleaded in a low voice: “Your Highness, no matter how you wish to punish me, I will cooperate. I am very durable and can endure any punishment. I beg you… just don’t make me wear a military uniform.”

He could no longer return to the army, but he could not insult that identity.

Usually, if Aix begged like this, Mousse might have agreed and used other ways to torment him.

But not this time.

He had gone to great lengths for this moment and would not stop until he was fully satisfied.

Even if Aix hugged his leg and shouted “Male Lord,” he would not be swayed.

“What, General Aix doesn’t like the clothes I picked out for you?”

Mousse slightly lifted his foot, stepping on Aix, forcing him to part his knees, the tip of his shoe grinding.

Aix pressed his lips together and said nothing.

His body was too familiar with the prince’s touch. Even through clothes, through boots, it quickly began to secrete pheromones.

The hand hanging by his side clenched tightly into his palm, only then preventing himself from showing a more unsightly performance.

Still quite stubborn.

But when it came to stubbornness, Mousse had never lost.

“If you don’t like this military uniform, other zergs might. Your comrades in the Fourth Army Corps…”

Just as he said this, Mousse saw the kneeling female zerg at his feet suddenly raise his head and glare at him angrily.

Yo? Such a big reaction.

Mousse knew he had hit a nerve.

There were only a few things a military female cared about.

The empire, cubs, male zergs… ah, that one can be crossed out.

And mechs and comrades-in-arms.

“You and your comrades get along quite well, right? Let me think… your adjutant, the one with silver hair, is particularly loyal.

“In the Blood-Colored Campaign, he exhausted all his energy, using the wreckage of his mech to hold back the enemy forces, creating an opportunity for you to annihilate them, while he himself lay in the medical station for half a month before recovering.”

Mousse asked with a smile: “You tell me, would he like this military uniform?”

Aix’s eyes were about to split with rage.

“You can’t do this! Snow is engaged. His fiancé is a male zerg he grew up with since childhood. They are very much in love!”

“Ha? So what?” Mousse was a little confused.

What did transferring Aix’s adjutant to White Night Star have to do with whether the other party was engaged?

Could it be that changing planets for military service would cause the engagement to be called off?

It didn’t sound like they were that much in love.

And, childhood sweethearts… what a detestable phrase.

“Childhood sweethearts don’t mean anything. Zergs change. Those who were close in childhood might draw blades against each other in the future.”

Mousse stared coldly at the female zerg before him, gnashing his teeth hatefully as he asked: “Don’t you think so? Aix.”

“No, they won’t change. No matter how long, they won’t change.”

Aix grabbed the prince’s pant leg and begged: “Your Highness, I beg you to let Snow go. I… I really like this military uniform. I’ll change into it right now.”

As Aix spoke, he turned, picked up the military uniform from the table, and tried to put it on.

His arm went into the white inner shirt before he realized he was still wearing his casual clothes. Aix hurriedly stripped off the clothes he was wearing and put on the military uniform.

Throughout the entire process of changing, Aix did not avoid the prince.

It was Mousse who, when his gaze touched Aix’s back, subconsciously looked away.

But he quickly turned his head back, openly staring at Aix’s body.

This female zerg was deliberately changing in front of him, deliberately seducing him.

He had no reason to look away.

Mousse was righteously indignant.

His gaze swept over the female zerg’s body.

Even in such a situation, Aix maintained his usual rigorous habits.

The button of the inner shirt was fastened to the very top, the straight trousers were tucked into military boots, the black and gold leather belt outlined a thin and strong waist, and then he meticulously smoothed out the wrinkles on the military jacket.

Aix was still adjusting the military cap on his head when Mousse couldn’t help but put his hands on him, turning the female zerg around to face him, and examined him carefully.

“Your Highness.”

The panic in Aix’s eyes flashed by, and he quickly suppressed his emotions, tensing his body, standing still like a statue, letting the prince do whatever he wanted to him.

“A cold and hard military female, how boring.”

Mousse complained, but the corners of his mouth were already raised.

He just liked to take this kind of cold, hard military female, dressed so properly, and make a mess of him, watching him break down and beg for mercy.

“No matter how cold a military female is,… they are all hot. Don’t you think so? General Aix.”

Mousse pressed the female zerg against the wall, lifted one of his legs, and deliberately called him by his military rank.

Aix’s eyelashes trembled. He looked away, not daring to answer “yes,” nor daring to say “no.”

Mousse particularly liked this pained and embarrassed look on Aix.

He could derive a retaliatory pleasure from Aix’s pain, an emotion that was almost painful itself.

“Want to guess how long you can last without begging for mercy?” Mousse asked, leaning close to the female zerg’s ear.

Aix bit his lip and refused to make a sound, even when his back was slammed against the wall.

Mousse was not happy.

He liked Aix’s pain, but he didn’t like being ignored by Aix.

“I need to teach you the rules again. First, you must respond to anything I say. Second…”

Mousse turned Aix’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Look at me. Always look at me.”

Under the warm light, the prince was startlingly beautiful. Especially at such a close distance, being stared at intently by those mismatched eyes filled with anger, brought a multiplied impact of beauty.

Aix’s eyelashes trembled.

This movement looked like he was about to close his eyes.

So Mousse bit down hard on the female zerg’s shoulder and neck.

As the cub of the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal, everything about Mousse was top-notch.

He was born A-level and had S-level talent.

Even though the accidents of his first two molts had caused his level to regress, he had returned to A-level through his own efforts, and after his physiological awakening, had successfully broken through to S-level.

Even though he was injured by a female zerg after his awakening, causing his physical data to fluctuate, he had still reached S-level.

An S-level male zerg, when he got vicious, could still break the defense of a female zerg who had not yet broken through to SS.

Blood carrying the female zerg’s pheromones rushed into his mouth. Similarly, Mousse’s pheromones also entered the female zerg’s blood through his saliva.

“Your Highness!”

Aix’s reaction was extreme, as if he was about to spring up from Mousse.

But his right leg was still held by the prince, and his neck was bitten, so he couldn’t break free at all.

A military female in a normal state could have actually broken free.

But the male zerg’s pheromones were raging in his blood, causing his body to crumble.

What made Aix despair even more was that he found he didn’t want to resist at all.

His body had already submitted to this male zerg. His shattered spirit wavered, actually wanting to seek a trace of pity from the abuser.

“Your Highness, I beg you, I beg you…”

Aix didn’t know what he was begging for. He weakly clung to the male zerg’s body, his vision blurry.

“Begging for mercy already? We haven’t even made a guess.”

Mousse released his mouth, letting go of the female zerg’s neck.

Aix was dazed. It took him a while to realize that the prince was referring to his earlier challenge to guess how long he would last before begging for mercy.

Aix still remembered that the prince had said he must respond to all his words.

He didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t dare not to answer, so he could only apologize woodenly.

“I’m sorry.”

Mousse didn’t expect this reaction from him and burst out laughing.

The bitten zerg, dripping with pheromones, woodenly apologized.

He, the culprit, received an apology from the victim zerg, and yet had no intention of letting him go.

“Alright, let’s change the game. If you can hold on and not beg for mercy, I’ll give you a reward tomorrow.”

Mousse paused, giving the female zerg ample time to process with his pheromone-addled brain, then slowly added: “I’ll let you see your adjutant and your comrades.”

He once again received an angry glare from the female zerg.

But Mousse didn’t care at all, and was even more pleased.

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