SGT CH22.2: At His Mercy to Toy With

It was just that the Prince was probably truly drunk and confused. After fumbling for a long time, he couldn’t get to the main point. Aix had no choice but to take off his own clothes. He didn’t touch the Prince’s clothes. The Prince didn’t like him touching his clothes, especially his upper garments. This also suited Aix’s wishes. He actually… was a little afraid to look at the Prince’s chest. Thus, after every pheromone irrigation session, Aix’s body would be in a mess, while the Prince remained fully clothed, as if he could go to a banquet with just a little tidying up.

Mousse was still fumbling on Aix’s back. A female’s wing sacs were located at the shoulder blades, appearing as two thin fleshy seams. They were normally closed, and from the outside, they blended in with the skin, looking no different. They would only open under strong stimulation.

Mousse’s fingertips caressed and pressed along the seam of the wing sac. His not-so-clear mind was still pondering how to make the wing sac open. The body of the female beneath him suddenly stiffened. Just as Mousse was wondering, he found that the wing sac he was pressing had opened a tiny slit, as if inviting him in. Mousse immediately squeezed his fingers in, regardless of whether the small wing sac could withstand it.

The sensitive wing sac was penetrated by the male’s fingers. Aix bit his lip tightly, his whole body trembling. Yet it was more than just pain. Mousse’s entire attention was on the opened wing sac, and he didn’t notice the female’s abnormal state. A female’s wing sac was like an alternate space, capable of retracting wings that could be several meters long. Mousse reached his fingers in to touch, but only felt a smooth, severed section of wing bone. Mousse’s eyes widened, his lips pressed together. He then went to open the wing sac on the other side, and inside was still only a severed piece of wing bone.

“Wuwu, you lied to me, it’s not sewn at all.” A whimpering sound came from Mousse’s throat. He lay on the female’s back, sad and helpless. Aix had long since lost his ability to think from the immense stimulation of his wing sacs being invaded. He couldn’t hear the Prince’s words clearly at all.

Mousse was sad by himself for a long time, then suddenly remembered what he had stored in his spatial bracelet: a repair fluid that could heal all injuries. He took out several tubes of golden medicinal fluid from his space and opened them all, pouring them onto the female’s back as if they were free. He even propped open the female’s wing sacs and desperately poured the fluid inside.

S-rank repair fluid could regenerate flesh and blood, and restore a damaged heart to vitality. It could also regenerate severed limbs, including wings. As Mousse poured the repair fluid into the wing sacs, he used his fingers to explore and check inside. Aix couldn’t bear it and passed out directly.

Sleepiness must be contagious. Mousse also gradually grew drowsy, his eyelids fighting to stay open. His body slid down, and he slowly lay down on the female’s back, which was covered in the golden repair fluid. Even as he fell asleep, his fingers remained inside the female’s wing sac.

The next morning. Mousse woke up from his sleep and, upon seeing the scene before him, his eyes widened. Who am I? Where am I? Why are my fingers inside Aix’s wing sac?!

The spiritual power of a high-rank male was truly formidable. Even if he was drunk and confused at the time, as long as Mousse tried to recall after waking up, all the memories appeared in his mind. The moon, the doll, the wings… He even remembered how he had clung to Aix’s arm and acted spoiled, and how he had repeatedly inserted his fingers into the other’s wing sacs. Mousse bit his lower lip, frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

He had never actively touched Aix’s wing sacs. Even when irrigating the female with pheromones later, he would carefully avoid that area. He rarely even looked at them, let alone touched them like this. After a night of soothing, the rest of the female’s wing sac had closed, leaving only the spot where his fingertip was, forced open. Mousse tried to withdraw his finger. The moment he moved, he felt the female’s body below him twitch, and his leg kicked violently in the air, like a fish on a chopping board in its death throes.

Mousse quickly pulled his finger out and looked at Aix. He saw that the female was a mess, as if he had been played with by a male for three days and three nights. His back was covered in repair fluid that sparkled with fine golden light. The left wing sac seemed to have been open for too long and couldn’t close properly, the opening pulsating. The blanket was also stained with the female’s pheromones, and the room was filled with the clear, crisp scent of ice and snow, making one want to hug the female’s hot body for warmth.

Mousse felt guilty for his actions, but Aix’s messy appearance also excited him. After hesitating repeatedly, Mousse painfully gave up the idea of taking the opportunity to bully Aix mercilessly. He still remembered the wing he had touched when he pulled his finger out. It was still just a severed section of wing bone. The only difference was probably that it felt better to the touch, the severed end smoother and less sharp.

S-rank repair fluid could indeed regenerate severed limbs. But, there was a time limit for the repair. It was immediately effective on newly lost limbs. For long-lost limbs, the effect was greatly reduced, better than nothing but not by much. This was also why Mousse hadn’t given the repair fluid to Aix. It was already… too late…

Mousse went into the bathroom to take a shower. The pheromones Aix had released were too much; even his own body was contaminated. It was as if he had been marked by the other. This feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant. But considering he had a meeting today and had to meet many Zerg, he wouldn’t bring the female’s pheromones out with him, to avoid any bad rumors from spreading.

When Mousse came out of the bathroom, he saw that Aix had already gotten up from the bed and was fully dressed. “Are you planning to go to the military department like this?” Mousse asked, raising an eyebrow.

“…Yes?” Aix looked at himself, not thinking anything was wrong.

Mousse almost laughed out of anger. “Do you know what you smell like? A sexually frustrated widow!” Covered in his own pheromones, but with very little male pheromones, it made him seem unloved by his male, only able to comfort himself.

Aix was a little embarrassed, scratching his hair and saying, “I can shower at the military department.” He had woken up too late today, and the bathroom was occupied by the Prince. If he showered now, he would be late.

Mousse was about to die of anger. This female could always make him angry over the most bizarre things. He leaned against the door, arms crossed, calming his emotions, then beckoned to the female with a finger. Aix walked over to him. Mousse grabbed Aix’s chin, made him lower his head, and then bit his lip. Then his chin, his Adam’s apple, his neck… marking the female with his pheromones. He sniffed, feeling the scent was about right, then pushed Aix away, waving his hand in a seemingly disgusted manner, and said, “Get lost.”

Aix was long accustomed to the Prince’s unpredictable moods. He calmed his breathing, suppressed all his reactions, and turned to leave.
“Wait,” Mousse called out to him again, frowning and adding unhappily, “Forget everything about last night.”

“Yes…” Aix replied, lowering his eyes. When the Prince was drunk, he had shown too much softness that he usually wouldn’t, even acting spoiled towards him, a female of awkward status, and even asking him to sew a doll… It was normal for the Prince to be angry or take it out on him after regaining his sobriety and memory. Aix would not mention last night’s events to any Zerg. But memory was not something he could control. Whether he could forget was not determined by his will.

Seeing that the Prince seemed to have no more instructions, Aix excused himself and left. As he reached the door, he heard the Prince’s voice. “I didn’t mean to open your wing sacs…” The Prince’s voice was very soft. If not for an S-rank female’s keen senses, he might not have even heard it.

Aix turned back in surprise. He saw the Prince frowning, leaning against the bathroom doorway with his arms crossed, his gaze askew at a blank wall, his lips slightly pursed. It was as if he regretted saying that, or as if he was a little impatient.

“No, it’s nothing.” Aix spoke up, “If you want it, I’m okay with anything.” As Mousse looked at him, Aix’s eyelashes trembled. He wanted to look at the Prince intently, to tell him his thoughts, but was afraid of exposing the feelings he tried so hard to hide and cover up, so his gaze couldn’t help but dart away. “Many male Zerg like to play with a female’s wing sacs… You know, my wings are missing, so it might not be as fun to play with… but if you need me to, I will cooperate.”

Saying this seemed too debased. It was the Prince who had cut off his wings. But he couldn’t refuse the Prince’s request. Especially when the other was awkwardly apologizing to him. This was probably what the doctor said, the effect of pheromones on the body in the middle and late stages of pregnancy. Being physiologically and psychologically attached to one’s male, and even having an excessive protective desire… completely losing oneself. The doctor said that after giving birth, the influence of pheromones would recede, and everything would return to normal. But could it really return to normal?

After speaking, Aix didn’t dare to look at the Prince’s reaction and turned to leave in a hurry, his retreating back having a hint of fleeing in panic.

Mousse stood stunned in the room, looking in the direction the female had left, feeling a little dazed, a little helpless, a little sad, and also a taste he couldn’t quite describe himself.

[What just happened? Why did I hear a series of strange conversations as soon as I entered the live stream? What wing sacs? What wings? Anything is okay?]
[I don’t know, the screen was black for half the night. The live stream just resumed.]
[Speaking of which, I’m also very confused. Why does sewing a doll also cause a black screen?]
[Huh? Did the scum top value drop?]

Mousse looked up. A new notification appeared at the top of the live stream.
[Scum Top Value -5]
[Current Scum Top Value 42]
This was the first time his scum top value had decreased on its own without him doing anything. Mousse felt he had vaguely grasped something, but his mind was a mess from the female’s recent attitude, and he couldn’t figure anything out.

When sitting in the meeting room of the Male Zerg Protection Association, Mousse was still thinking about Aix’s strange attitude and strange words. High-level males had this advantage; not just multitasking, but even triple-tasking, quadruple-tasking… N-tasking was no problem, as long as their spiritual power could support it. He listened to the meaningless report while pondering Aix’s words.

What exactly did Aix mean by that? He didn’t resist him playing with his wing sacs? He was even willing to be played with by him? How was that possible? Aix’s wings had been cut off by his spiritual power.

At that time, his aircraft had already landed at the Prince’s mansion. He was in the middle of his physiological awakening, and without his command, the royal guards dared not approach. They only set up pheromone isolation devices, all wore isolation suits, and guarded from a distance. Until… Aix’s hand pierced through his chest, triggering the life detection device on his terminal, which automatically sent an alarm. Only then were the royal guards alerted and instantly surrounded them.

Inside the aircraft, Mousse, who had just completed his physiological awakening, and Aix, who had just woken up from the effects of the drug, were still naked, their bodies not even completely separated. Before the royal guards could dismantle the side door of the aircraft and break in, Aix released his wings to attack. The royal guards, concerned for his safety, couldn’t use high-energy lethal weapons. And for some reason, Aix did not kill him directly. The claws that pierced his chest held his heart, neither letting go nor crushing it. Restricted by the male in his arms, Aix also couldn’t use his full strength, relying only on his wings to hold the royal guards at a stalemate.

In the end, it was Mousse who forcibly used his spiritual power to block out the pain in his body, ordered the guards to retreat, and at the same time, cut off Aix’s wings and put an inhibitor on him. Aix probably didn’t expect that a dying male could erupt with such power, and was easily captured by him.

Thanks to the superior memory of a high-rank male, Mousse still remembered Aix’s gaze at that time. There was astonishment, hatred, and hesitation. However, more than that, there was a kind of relief, as if facing death.

Of course, Mousse didn’t let him die. How could he die so easily? On what grounds could he die so easily?!

With his strong spiritual power and willpower, Mousse arranged everything before entering the emergency room. He blocked all news, forcibly matched with Aix as his female consort, and imprisoned him in the punishment chamber in the name of his male. By the time he came out of the emergency room, finished the days of lying in a treatment pod to recuperate, and sent off his female father who had personally taken care of him, it was already three months later.

During these three months, it wasn’t that Mousse didn’t have time to see Aix. He was just avoiding it. He didn’t want to face him, and didn’t know how to face him. And he stubbornly refused to let any Zerg approach Aix, take Aix away, or interrogate Aix. Not even his male father and female father. Mousse suppressed everything. Except for the doctor who was loyal to him, no Zerg knew that he had been on the verge of death in the emergency room. When the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal arrived, Mousse was already lying in a recuperation treatment pod, complaining to them that a female had dared to scratch his body and was in serious need of discipline. He wasn’t exactly lying, just not telling the whole truth. Perhaps his pale face wasn’t convincing enough, as the Zerg Emperor was rarely angry. However, parents can never win against their cubs. In the end, he forcefully kept Aix.

Aix was locked in the punishment chamber for three months. He had already missed the optimal treatment time. His wings might never recover. Unless a miracle happened.

A female who would rather lose his wings, rather die than leave him. And now he was telling him that he could play with his wing sacs as he pleased, that he would cooperate. How ironic.

Mousse was a little sad. He wanted to hurt that female, but felt that hurting him was not enough to quell his own pain. He didn’t know what he wanted to get. If Aix’s blood and suffering were not enough to satisfy him, what could possibly fill his riddled heart?

“Your Highness, Patriarch Russell has applied for a re-investigation of the spaceship explosion case and hopes the Male Zerg Protection Association will dispatch a high-level male to assist in surveying the scene.”

Mousse looked up coldly. “Haven’t the investigation results already been released? His family’s male was carrying a large amount of unstable high-energy source stones onto the ship, preparing to hold a grand celebration with his friends to celebrate his release from prison.”

“That is correct…” But how could Patriarch Russell accept that his son had brought about his own death? It would make him the laughingstock of the entire noble circle. He would definitely investigate to the death, and if he couldn’t find anything, he would have to find a scapegoat.

“Chairman,” Mousse stared at him and said, “I remember the Male Zerg Protection Association is for protecting weak males who are bullied and threatened, not for protecting criminals like this who deserve to die a hundred times over, right?”

The chairman broke out in a cold sweat. “Your Highness is right.” The Prince dared to say such things, but he didn’t. The Russell family was one of the ten great families in the capital.

Finally, Mousse said, “His Majesty the Zerg Emperor is already paying attention to this matter. You just need to do your job.”

As soon as these words were spoken, no Zerg made another sound. Their Majesty had fought his way to the throne. Back then, all the great noble families that could form legions were destroyed at His Majesty’s hands. The current nobles… to be honest, their foundations were a bit shallow. They couldn’t compare to the great families of the past that could pull out a legion at a moment’s notice. Even the Russell family was just an ordinary family that had quickly formed by relying on high-level males. In those days, they would have been considered at the bottom. As for the families with deep foundations, they were all killed or crippled by His Majesty back then. When it came to killing nobles, His Majesty was truly an expert.

Having completely crushed a certain annoying pest, Mousse’s mood improved a lot. He felt the air was much fresher. On the way back, Mousse opened his terminal and sent a message to Aix, who was still at the military department.
“At the beginning of next month, His Majesty is holding my coming-of-age ceremony for me at the palace. You will attend with me.”
“You need to have a few gowns custom-made. One more formal, to wear when we take our vows and give speeches. Another more dashing one, to wear for dancing at the evening banquet.”
“Oh, and you’ll need a few spares to deal with unexpected situations, like your unstoppable pheromones ruining your pants. And a few more, for me to tear up and play with after the banquet is over. Or do you prefer having your clothes ripped apart by a whip?”

Mousse wrote and sent messages as he went. Towards the end, when he didn’t see a reply from the female for a long time, he couldn’t help but add some barbs, his words filled with thick sarcasm and aggression.
Aix, who couldn’t keep up with the male’s spiritual power input speed at all: “…”
“Yes, Your Highness. It will all be as you say.”

Seeing the text appear on the virtual screen, Mousse’s anger dissipated a little. His tone softened. “Was what you said this morning true? I can play with your wing sacs as I please?”
Aix: “Yes.”
“What if I break them?”
Aix: “You have already removed my inhibitor. I can heal from most injuries on my own.”

Mousse leaned back, resting gently against the back of the chair. Outside the window, the scenery flew by rapidly. Various screens displayed colorful images. The world was noisy. And he sat alone in the aircraft. His gaze fell on the virtual screen, watching the simple text, imagining the female on the other side of the screen concentrating on her reply… His once tyrannical heart seemed to calm down.

He maintained his leaning posture and nonchalantly typed with his spiritual power: “I want to see you before dinner. If you’re late again, I’ll make you wear some little toys to work at the military department to constantly remind you.”

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