SGT CH23: Calling ‘Male Master’

◎He had never thought of him as a male master, his own male Zerg, the Zerg cub’s male father.◎

Aix finished his work early and returned to the Prince’s mansion, a full hour earlier than expected. Mousse, who had planned to have dinner half an hour early, was left speechless. A miscalculation. He couldn’t make Aix feel the malevolence of a Zerg’s heart. What a pity.

“Since you’re back, let’s get your measurements done for the custom gowns.” Mousse took out a soft measuring tape and patted Aix’s arm, telling him to raise it.

“Your Highness is measuring me personally?” Aix was somewhat stunned.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

Aix dared not, and silently spread his arms. Mousse wrapped the tape measure around the female’s chest, pressing his body close to the female’s front in an embracing posture to take the measurement. The Prince’s soft hair brushed against Aix’s cheek, bringing a tickle that made a Zerg’s heart tremble. Aix turned his head away slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He had done the most intimate things with an adult for the sake of pheromones, yet he was still flustered by the Prince’s ordinary contact. Mousse looked down at the data and let out a small “wow” in his heart. So big. Although he had always known Aix’s chest muscles were full, the direct data was still shocking to a Zerg.

Mousse sighed inwardly, but on his face, he wore an expression of dissatisfaction and annoyance. “I can’t get an accurate measurement at all,” Mousse pulled his hand back, tapped the button on Aix’s chest, and commanded, “Take off your jacket.”

He could have gotten all the body data with a simple scan from his terminal, yet the Prince insisted on measuring by hand and even complained that his clothes were too thick. Aix could only take off his military jacket and drape it over the back of a nearby sofa chair. His strong, well-built muscles filled out his shirt, making his chest look full. Mousse pressed it, feeling it was even fuller, and looked up to ask, “Has it gotten bigger than before?”

Aix wasn’t too sure either. He quickly glanced down, trying his best to ignore the Prince’s hand, and recalled the knowledge he had learned from the doctor before speaking, “Under the influence of pheromones, a pregnant female’s body will undergo some changes… For example, the chest muscles will become fuller, and may even secrete some nutrients in preparation for the Zerg egg’s birth.”

“Will it really?” Mousse poked him, quite curious.

“…Not necessarily.” Aix’s eyelashes trembled, unable to give a definite answer. The Zerg had long since entered the interstellar age and no longer needed to feed Zerg cubs with milk; this function had somewhat degenerated. Moreover, different female Zerg had different constitutions and received different levels of nourishment from male pheromones, so the situation would vary and could not be generalized.

“Is that so.” Mousse sniffed, not smelling anything special, and felt a bit disappointed. He actually really wanted to see Aix being teased until strange things flowed out. That scene would surely be both miserable and erotic.

Seeing the Prince’s disappointed expression, Aix didn’t know which nerve in his brain snapped, but he actually took the initiative to say, “If Your Highness wants to drink, we can use some medicine.”

“Drink?” Mousse was stunned for a moment before realizing what Aix was referring to, and an image uncontrollably appeared in his mind. He instantly blushed and, out of shame and anger, threw the measuring tape at Aix. “I’m not a Zerg cub! How could I possibly want to drink your…” Mousse glared at Aix, his finger pointing at his chest trembling. Unable to continue, Mousse turned and walked away.

Aix caught the measuring tape that had slid down his chest and stood there helplessly. It was really because the Prince’s expression just now had reminded him of the little male from his memories. The little male was always particularly reserved. He wouldn’t say it even if he liked something, at most stealing a few glances, and then letting the Zerg around him guess. If the Zerg around him didn’t notice his thoughts, or guessed wrong, he would sulk and ignore the Zerg for a long time. The Prince’s expression just now was exactly like the little male’s when he encountered food he wanted to eat.

But it seemed he had guessed wrong and angered the Prince. That was true; any adult Zerg being treated like a Zerg cub would not be happy. But the Prince’s expression just now didn’t seem entirely displeased. It was more like a sore spot had been stepped on, like a stressed cat with all its fur standing on end. This was the little male’s description of his pet’s angry appearance. Aix thought it was very similar to how the Prince looked just now.

In the end, the final measurements were taken using a terminal scan.

A week before the coming-of-age ceremony, Mousse received the custom-made gowns for the two of them and suddenly felt that something was not quite right. He picked up a dark-colored gown and held it against Aix. A high-level male’s extremely strong observation and analysis skills allowed him to immediately spot the difference.

“You’ve gotten fat?!” Mousse was shocked.

Aix’s body stiffened. Military females pursued strength and fitness; the word “fat” was extremely damaging to a military female, even a pregnant one. Had he really gotten fat? Aix himself was a little nervous. As an active-duty military female, he had never slacked off, never neglected his training. Apart from abdominal muscle exercises, which were temporarily suspended due to the pregnancy, everything else was the same. The problem was his abdomen.

The two of them looked down at Aix’s abdomen together. After a long time, Aix broke the silence, “It’s starting to show.”
Mousse: “?”
Mousse: “!!!”

Perhaps because he saw Aix naked every night, he had gotten used to it and didn’t notice the change. It was only now, comparing it to the gown custom-made at the beginning of the month, that Mousse realized Aix’s belly had a visible curve. There was still a week left until the coming-of-age ceremony, so there was still time to alter the gown, but… but…

“It, it…” Mousse stared at Aix’s belly, as if seeing the Zerg egg inside through the skin and flesh. “It grew?”

“Yes.” Aix’s hand rested on his belly, his cold, hard features seeming to soften a little. This Zerg cub, which had almost left him, was growing up safely and healthily. Nothing made a female father happier than his Zerg cub being safe and sound.

Aix looked up and saw the Prince still staring at his belly, looking like he wanted to reach out but didn’t dare. Perhaps because he was in such a good mood now, and the Prince’s gaze towards his belly was one of pure surprise and curiosity, even his usual pride and arrogance were gone. Aix couldn’t help but ask, “Does Your Highness want to feel it?”

“It’s not like I haven’t touched it before,” Mousse muttered. He touched it every night, a lot.

Although he said that, Mousse still couldn’t suppress his curiosity. He looked around, had Aix sit down on the only sofa in the small room, then stood in front of Aix, squeezed between the female’s closed knees, leaned down with one hand on the back of the sofa, and placed his other hand on the female’s belly.

The first thing he felt was soft, with the elasticity of muscle. If he pressed down a little, he could feel a distinct hard object. It was the Zerg egg. So magical. An egg with both his and Aix’s genes, their blood-related Zerg cub. It had almost died, falling into a dormant state with its development halted. A month ago, it had awakened from its slumber and started growing again. In two more months, it would be born, coming into this world as a round, patterned egg. It would hatch after six months of incubation.

It was hard to imagine that with his and Aix’s terrible relationship, a cub inheriting both their traits was about to be born into this world.

The Prince maintained his leaning posture, his silver-gold long hair falling in front of Aix, obscuring his vision and bringing with it a faint trace of pheromones. Aix blinked, his expression a little dazed. There was a time when the Prince merely looking at his abdomen would make him tense up, afraid the Prince would harm his Zerg cub. But now, he had taken the initiative to invite the Prince to touch his belly. Was this also the influence of pregnancy pheromones? Was this the pregnant female’s body’s way of protecting itself and the Zerg egg?

Mousse looked up and saw Aix’s dazed expression. He waved a hand in front of his eyes. “What’s wrong?” Mousse waited for the female’s gaze to refocus before asking, “What are you thinking about?”

“…The influence of pregnancy pheromones.” Aix pursed his lips, not knowing how to face it. He couldn’t lie to or hide it from the Prince either.

“Oh, that.” Mousse slowly straightened up and clapped his hands. He had also looked into related information and knew what Aix was talking about, and what he was struggling and suffering over. The usual Aix was too obedient to him. He had thought Aix was already controlled by pregnancy pheromones and had lost the ability to think. Seeing Aix still suffering over it actually surprised Mousse a little.

“It’s very painful and confusing, right?” Mousse rested one knee on Aix’s leg, pinched his chin, and said, “How about I be nice and teach you what to do.”

Aix looked up and watched him quietly. He was already used to all of the Prince’s treatment. This kind of control and restraint didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. What truly made him uncomfortable was the thought that unconsciously surfaced in his mind when he saw the Prince like this. He thought, such a beautiful and unrestrained male Zerg was truly captivating to a Zerg.

Mousse didn’t know what was going on in Aix’s head. He curved his lips and spoke proudly and imperiously, “First, I am your male master. You can never get rid of me for your entire life. Your Zerg cub will call me male father and will grow up and live in my Prince’s mansion. You and your Zerg cub can’t leave me.”

Aix had always treated him as a prince, as the source of pheromones needed by the Zerg egg, as the Zerg who controlled his and the Zerg egg’s life and death. Obeying him, pleasing him, and being extremely cautious when interacting with him were all just because of the above. He had never thought of him as a male master, his own male Zerg, the Zerg cub’s male father.

Mousse didn’t actually care what Aix thought of him. Anyway, he couldn’t leave his side and could only be controlled and hurt by him. And an Aix who served him carefully and cautiously was also very delicious. But with the coming-of-age ceremony approaching, Aix had to accompany him to the banquet as his female consort, and he couldn’t continue with this mentality.

“From now on, you have to start getting used to your identity and our relationship,” Mousse said.

Aix was confused. He knew he could no longer escape the Prince, and he knew he and his Zerg cub would have to live under the Prince’s thumb. So he had always tried to be as obedient as possible, only hoping to receive a few scraps of mercy from the Prince. What the Prince said didn’t seem any different from what he had been doing all along. But the Prince’s choice of words made him unsure.

“Male master,” “the Zerg cub’s male father,” and “his identity” and “their relationship.” What was the Prince emphasizing?

One look at Aix’s dazed expression and Mousse knew this female Zerg was hopeless. He was so sharp in military matters, why did he seem to be missing a brain whenever he was in front of him? Was the damage to his spiritual domain in this area?

Mousse had no choice but to spell it out. “From now on, call me male master!” He said through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to bite the female Zerg in front of him to death and eat him raw.

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