SGT CH17: My General

◎From then on, all suppressors were removed.◎

Aix didn’t remember if he had managed to hold on in the end, or if he had begged for mercy.

When he woke up, the prince was propped up on one hand, half-lying beside him, the other hand fiddling with the suppressor on his neck.

With a click, it was the sound of the suppressor automatically separating. The prince had removed the suppressor from his neck.

Aix was instantly wide awake, looking up in astonishment at the male zerg propped up beside him.

During pregnancy exercise and while piloting mechs, the prince would also turn off some of the suppressor’s functions. But it was only turning them off; the suppressor was never removed.

“It’s the second day already. The pheromones should have all been absorbed, right? Why are you still so dazed?”

Mousse pinched Aix’s handsome face, taking the opportunity to bully the dazed female zerg.

Aix didn’t know what the prince wanted to do, but he still advised: “Your Highness, removing my suppressor is very dangerous. I might not be able to control my strength and might hurt you.”

Aix never imagined that one day he would be advising the prince to put a suppressor on him.

Mousse stared at the bite mark on Aix’s neck, watching it disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. The female zerg’s self-healing ability was very strong. The fact that this bite mark could last until morning was purely because the suppressor had suppressed Aix’s body’s self-healing ability.

A female zerg wearing a suppressor and a female zerg with the suppressor removed were indeed completely different.

Aix was even still wearing one suppressor, which was running, on his right hand. Even so, he could still display such a startling recovery ability. This was a female zerg at the peak of S-level, just one opportunity away from SS.

Looking at the female zerg who had once harmed him regain his strength, Mousse didn’t feel scared. It was probably because the zerg egg’s condition had stabilized, and Aix could no longer resist him.

If the zerg egg died, Aix could still erupt and take him down together. As long as the zerg egg was alive, Aix had a weakness and could only be kneaded and shaped by him at will.

Look, this female zerg was even advising him to put the suppressor back on. Like a sacrificial offering presenting its neck for slaughter.

“Can’t control your strength?” Mousse looked at him amusedly and asked: “Could it be that you can clench even tighter?”

Understanding what the male zerg was referring to, Aix’s face instantly turned red, and he subconsciously replied, “No…”

He paused, then changed his answer to “I can,” but this time his gaze became even more evasive.

This answer, in turn, stunned Mousse.

After being educated by him for a round, Aix was really changing. He no longer dared to respond to his questions with silence. He answered whatever he asked. Even if the question was difficult to speak of.

Always watching him. Even if his gaze dodged, he didn’t dare to move his eyes away from him, so he just half-lowered his eyes and stared at his collarbone.

As he stared, the tips of his own ears turned red.

Mousse’s throat felt a little dry.

He moved closer, resting his chin on Aix’s chest, his eyes staring straight at the female zerg, and asked in a low voice: “Can you really be that amazing? You’re not trying to trick me in and then snap me in two, are you?”

“No, I won’t. Your Highness can order me to stop at any time.”

Aix was made uncomfortable by the prince’s gaze. His body felt like it was on fire, and pheromones were spontaneously being released.

Is this the pregnant female zerg’s craving for a male zerg?

It was truly terrifying.

Aix was both expectant and uneasy. He wanted to submit to the male zerg before him, yet he also wanted to flee far away.

It was just that he couldn’t flee, and he shouldn’t flee.

Unless he wanted his own cub to become a blacklisted citizen or a wanted criminal.

Through Aix’s eyes, Mousse saw the struggle in his heart.

This appearance of both cooperation and struggle was particularly likely to arouse the sadistic desires of certain perverted zergs.

He looks so delicious.

I really want to bully him mercilessly.

Mousse somewhat regretted arranging for Aix to start his job today. It was all his female father’s fault for being too efficient.

Mousse hugged Aix and rubbed his neck vigorously, venting his emotions. Like a little cub hugging its own beloved toy, like a deceptively cute predator suppressing its captured prey.

No one would pity the prey, because the one who captured it was a beautiful and elegant golden-haired, heterochromatic-eyed long-haired cat.

“There are more important things today. I’ll let you go for now.”

Mousse propped himself up, covered Aix’s eyes with his hand, and warned: “Don’t look at me with that kind of gaze. I won’t be able to resist playing you to death.”

Aix froze, his heart filled with confusion.

My gaze?

Did I show some disrespectful expression?

Aix secretly reminded himself. He must more strictly control his physical reactions and inner emotions. He had to strive to live. The cub hadn’t been born yet, hadn’t grown up smoothly. He couldn’t be “played to death” by the prince yet.

The prince’s hand moved away. Before Aix could adjust to the bright light, a set of clothes was thrown over his face.

Aix took the clothes down. It was a brand-new military uniform, still in the style of the White Night Star garrison. And… his general’s epaulets.

Aix stared blankly at the golden epaulets that had fallen into his hand.

A golden laurel wreath surrounded two morning stars, symbolizing his past glory and power.

Mousse was too lazy to watch Aix reminisce about the past and urged: “Change.”

Aix looked up at him, stood up calmly, and swiftly took off his pajamas, putting on the military uniform.

Mousse was puzzled, “So cooperative?”

He had thought that with Aix’s temperament, he would surely resist and not comply, requiring him to use a round of threats and inducements to make him submit.

“You wouldn’t use a military uniform to humiliate me. I misunderstood you.”

Mousse actually saw a hint of apology in Aix’s eyes.

A genuine apology.

Not a self-preservation apology made out of desperation when forced into a corner, not knowing how to answer.

Aix… has his brain gone bad?

Mousse couldn’t help but suspect that he had smashed Aix’s brain when he pushed him against the wall last night.

“What did you misunderstand? Or what did you think I would do?” Mousse asked curiously.

“Whipping, torture, and humiliating…”

In Aix’s eyes, the only truly vile thing the prince had done last night was attempting to make a move on his engaged adjutant. As for the rest, Aix didn’t think it was anything excessive.

Whether it was making him be enjoyed while wearing a military uniform. Or biting his neck and injecting pheromones into his blood, making him lose control. Or not allowing him to beg for mercy, yet forcing him to beg for mercy with his actions, almost making him break down.

…

All of this was within Aix’s tolerance.

Even if he was made a mess of at the time.

Pleasing a male zerg, satisfying a male zerg, was inherently a very difficult thing. All female zergs knew this. And when pursuing a male zerg and entering into a marriage, they were fully prepared.

Aix’s preparation was a little later. It wasn’t until the zerg egg was in danger that he tried hard to adapt to this male zerg who possessed him. So he was often made a mess of.

Aix thought of many things, but Mousse only heard one word, “whipping.”

Mousse’s face showed a look of sudden realization.

“Oh, so General Aix can’t stand this…”

So, the tough military female general was also afraid of whipping? He had thought that physical torment was the most insignificant thing for a military female.

Mousse’s lips curved up, and he said with a pleased and wicked tone: “Thank you for reminding me. I will arrange it for you soon.”

Aix opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. The prince had also demanded that he must respond to all his words. After a long while, he said dryly: “I implore Your Highness to have some consideration for the zerg egg.”

Mousse had wanted to reply, “It depends on your performance.”

Considering that a pregnant female’s mood was important and that he shouldn’t be given too much pressure, he changed his words: “Of course. I guarantee it will be fine.”

This was an egg linked to his own life. He could torment Aix however he wanted on a daily basis, but the zerg egg had to be kept stable.

And as long as the cub hatched, for the twenty years before the cub came of age, Aix could only be at his mercy.

I’m so bad.

Mousse thought, propping his chin on his hand.

He looked up and saw Aix standing before him in his smart military uniform. Mousse nodded in satisfaction and said: “Now, you can go see your adjutant.”

Aix’s breath caught, his eyes suddenly widened, and he took a step forward, closing in on Mousse.

“You promised you wouldn’t make a move on Snow.”

“I never promised. And… you didn’t hold on last night. You begged for mercy. Letting your adjutant come to White Night Star is your punishment.”

Mousse raised his hand and poked Aix’s bulging chest, telling him to move further away, he was blocking the light.

The texture is nice. Poke again.

Aix’s face turned deathly pale.

Indeed, the prince had only threatened him with his comrades and adjutant to make him change into the military uniform, but he had never said he would let his adjutant go.

As for the so-called “punishment,” Aix believed that even if he had held on, the prince would still have brought his adjutant over, under the beautiful name of a “reward.”

To be honest, with the prince’s conditions, it would be difficult to find a match for him in the entire empire.

Noble status, outstanding appearance, high level, and very young…

As for that vile personality, in the zerg race where male zergs were generally difficult to serve, it was nothing.

More importantly, the prince’s “female consort” position was in name only.

As long as one could marry in, there would be no pressure to survive, no need to worry about being targeted by some powerful female consort, and even a chance to plot for the position of female consort.

If it were other female zergs, they might be very willing to become the prince’s zerg.

But his adjutant was different.

He had a fiancé he had grown up with since childhood, with whom he was very close.

Seeing that the prince was unmoved, Aix felt despair in his heart.

If he let his adjutant be forced to separate from his beloved because of him, what face would he have left…

“I told you not to show me that kind of expression! I will play you to death, and you won’t be able to report to the military department today.”

Mousse raised a hand to block his eyes, trying hard not to look at the female zerg in front of him who was so suitable for being mercilessly hurt.

“Military department… report?”

Aix suspected he had misheard.

Just now wasn’t it about letting him see his adjutant? How did it suddenly become reporting to the military department?

“Your adjutant is already waiting for you at the White Night Star Military Region headquarters, General Aix.”

As Mousse spoke, he reached out and removed the suppressor from Aix’s wrist.

From then on, all of Aix’s suppressors were removed.

【Scum Gong Value -10】

【Current Scum Gong Value: 50】

This was the first time that the scum gong value had decreased by a whole 10 points without triggering and completing a task.

Mousse was a little surprised, but that was not his focus.

“Go, my General.”

Mousse smiled at the stunned Aix, who had turned into a sculpture, and said: “I will visit you at the military department in the afternoon. As for now… I’m going back to sleep.”

Last night’s military uniform Aix was too easy to bully. He got carried away and bullied him all night.

If he hadn’t still been thinking about Aix going to the military department, he wouldn’t have wanted to get up this morning.

After a simple explanation, Mousse hugged his beloved spider pillow, lay back, and burrowed back into the covers.

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