SGT CH27: Exclusive to the Female Consort

◎”A female Zerg like you—cold, hard, uninteresting, with a terrible mental state and hopelessly bad memory… only I am still willing to personally spend the energy to torture you.”◎

The little male cub had once mentioned that he had a pet cat at home.

It liked dried fish and was protective of its food, its fur bristling if anyone tried to snatch it.

During the day, it was lazy and liked to sunbathe. At night, it would start doing parkour and would even slip in through the window, disturbing a Zerg’s sleep.

More than a decade had passed, but Aix remembered every word the little male cub had said.

He even remembered that when he said these things, the little male cub was lying on his lap, basking in a rare sunbeam in the Dark Star Field, his eyes half-closed, lazy and cute.

Aix was in a daze, thinking that the cat the little male cub spoke of was himself.

Also lazy, sunbathing and resting during the day, and at night, instead of sleeping properly, insisting on watching the moon and running around everywhere.

Perhaps the imagination of a female Zerg could only go so far.

Just like now, looking at the long-haired cat with different-colored eyes before him, Aix once again felt that the Prince was also like a cat.

Those eyes were just so similar.

His personality was similar too.

When quiet, he was lazy and gentle, making a Zerg want to protect him.

When he acted up, he was unbearable, but no matter what, one could never be truly angry with him.

A single glance could make a Zerg throw down their armor, even lose their principles and bottom line.

For a moment, the Prince seemed to overlap with the little male cub in his memory.

Perhaps it was his obsession at play.

Aix had always been unwilling to believe that the little male cub was dead.

Even though a male Zerg cub could never have survived such cannon fire.

After obtaining Imperial citizenship and joining the Zerg race’s military, Aix never gave up searching for traces of the little male cub.

Even though he had found nothing.

The cat that appeared before him gave Aix a new line of thought.

“Are there many families in the Zerg race that keep cats?” Aix couldn’t help but ask.

Mousse glanced at him, puzzled, and replied:

“Not many, but not few either. This type of alien pet is delicate and difficult to raise, so it hasn’t become a mainstream pet. However…”

Mousse paused, and under Aix’s nervous gaze, continued:

“When those above have a preference, those below will surely follow. The Zerg Emperor likes alien cats, so of course, those nobles and celebrities will rush to imitate and pursue them. There was even a craze for alien cats on the Capital Star.”

Receiving such an answer, Aix was a little disappointed.

But he could accept it.

Even if he did find the little male cub’s original family, what could he do?

Tell them the little male cub was annihilated in the cannon fire, with no remains left?

Or continue to deceive himself and others by saying the little male cub was just missing? And beg them to help search?

He was the one who had failed to protect the little male cub.

With the war raging like that, even if the little male cub’s family had known beforehand, they would have been unable to rescue him.

Let alone being told after the fact.

Other than making the little male cub’s family sad all over again and bearing their anger, it would serve no purpose.

Mousse saw the disappointment in Aix’s eyes.

He also heard the inquiring tone in Aix’s earlier words.

But why was Aix asking about this?

A military officer who had risen from the bottom ranks should not have had the opportunity to come into contact with a delicate alien pet like a cat.

He had mentioned his family’s pet cat to Aix a few times back then.

Mousse’s identity was special. For his own safety, during his time in the Dark Star Field, he had not revealed his family background to any Zerg.

Even when he mentioned past events, he was as vague as possible.

How interesting.

He, a Zerg who had lived with Aix day and night for several years, was standing right in front of him, and Aix didn’t recognize him at all.

Yet he still remembered the alien cat he had casually mentioned, and even wanted to use it to inquire about something.

Mousse selectively ignored how much his own appearance had changed after two awakenings and metamorphoses.

He also ignored how different his vicious personality now was from the cute little male cub in the Dark Star Field back then.

He felt that Aix should, as a matter of course, remember him and recognize him at a glance.

Just as he had chosen the Dark Star Field as his princely fiefdom and, through the thick curtains and layers of guards, recognized that the Zerg who came to perform a mental examination was Aix, based on a single, shallow contact of their mental powers.

“A female Zerg like you—in a terrible mental state, cold, hard, uninteresting, and with a hopelessly bad memory… only I am still willing to personally spend the energy to torture you.”

Mousse pushed Aix down onto the sofa, leaned over, grabbed his shoulders, and bit his lips as if venting.

Aix stared blankly, not knowing how he had angered the Prince again.

He admitted to being in a bad mental state and uninteresting.

But his memory was clearly very good.

He even remembered every word the little male cub had said to him back then, every expression, with perfect clarity.

But Aix had lost the ability to speak and couldn’t refute the Prince.

The Prince’s touch was not gentle, but exceptionally rough, venting his emotions, as if wanting to tear a piece of flesh from him.

Yet it still made his heart beat extremely fast, his blood rush all over his body, leaving him dizzy.

He lost all ability to speak and think, all his attention focused on the Prince and his touch.

Before the evening banquet, Aix had to change into another formal suit.

He needed to change his suit anyway.

The Prince wanted him to dress more rakishly and alluringly for the ball that night, to be more tempting to Zerg.

Aix looked at himself in the mirror, wearing a white, deep-V formal suit, and felt exceptionally uncomfortable.

He had never worn such… flamboyant clothes.

In the past, what he wore, he never considered the preferences of male Zerg.

He was either in a black combat suit or a full military uniform. Even on leave, he wore long shirts and pants that covered him from neck to foot.

Aix was also not sure if his current attire was tempting to Zerg, or if it would satisfy the Prince.

Coming out of the washroom, he saw the Prince sitting on the sofa, fully dressed, showing no sign of the recent indulgence.

It was as if he was the only Zerg who had been lost in the sea of passion.

Of course, he was the only one.

Aix mocked himself in his heart.

The Prince only took his struggle and fall as amusement.

Only he was sinking deeper and deeper, unable to control himself.

Aix was both terrified and self-loathing.

Terrified of falling for a male Zerg who had hurt him, terrified that the Prince would one day lose interest in him.

And, self-loathing for being terrified of such things.

Mousse turned his head and saw the female Zerg in a different set of clothes. His eyes lit up.

Aix was usually cold and frosty, the type of stern military female who would meticulously button up to the very top button.

But Mousse had deliberately chosen a deep-V formal suit for him without any buttons.

The hem of the shirt could only be tucked into the waistband of the suit. If one were to pull at it, it could be completely pulled out.

The suit was both sexy and lustful, yet Aix’s temperament was cold and ascetic.

The two completely different types merged strangely together.

It made a Zerg especially want to bully him, yet not dare to act rashly.

It was like a small feather tickling the heart, making a Zerg’s heart itch.

“It’s… barely passable.”

Mousse commented reservedly, in fact needing great effort to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He rose gracefully, turned his back to Aix, and walked out, urging Aix to follow.

Mousse had not changed his formal suit.

The only difference from what he wore during the oath was that he had taken off the overly solemn red velvet cape.

He was now wearing a beautifully tailored white shirt and long pants, with a black vest embroidered with gold trim and gold tassels, a red rose brooch, and at the bottom, black long boots with rubies.

It was a simple yet magnificent outfit.

And the color scheme happened to form a couple’s set with Aix’s suit.

When the Prince appeared at the ball with his female consort, he naturally attracted the attention of the entire hall.

The Prince had been extremely beautiful and radiant as a teenager.

It was just that he had not yet gone through his physiological awakening, and his face still had a touch of childishness.

Although he was very likable, he was only treated as a young cub to be doted on and cared for.

The Prince, having completed his physiological awakening, his features and body had fully developed, becoming even more beautiful and stunning. It was a beauty with strong aggression and sexual attraction.

It made Zerg want to fall at his feet, to beg for his bestowal, whether it was pleasure or pain.

The unmarried female Zerg attending the ball were still able to maintain their sanity and not approach the Prince rashly, firstly because of the occasion and the Prince’s noble status, and secondly because the Prince was covered in the pheromones of a certain S-class female Zerg.

That pheromone was full of deterrence, especially since that S-class female Zerg himself was standing behind the Prince.

It felt like they would be beaten to death if they got close.

Even several female Zerg who were close to S-class, or had already reached S-class, hesitated.

However, if Lieutenant General Aix was not present, they would still dare to take the risk.

The ball had just begun. Lieutenant General Aix couldn’t possibly monopolize the Prince for the whole night, could he? Even a highly favored female consort could not do something so domineering.

Many Zerg thought so and secretly looked forward to it.

Mousse frowned.

He did not like the gazes of those Zerg, and their frenzied pheromones.

This was why he hated balls.

The pheromones of female and male Zerg that he was indifferent to or even disliked, entangled together, a chaotic frenzy.

And now it was even worse than before because most of the pheromones were directed at him.

Mousse’s face turned ugly.

If not for etiquette, he would have liked to throw out all these Zerg who were randomly releasing their pheromones.

But in the Zerg race, releasing pheromones anytime and anywhere was a very normal thing, like breathing.

He could not throw a Zerg out of a banquet just because they were breathing.

Soft music began to play.

This was the banquet for the Prince’s coming-of-age ceremony.

According to tradition, the first dance should be danced by the Prince and his female consort.

At this moment, no one could bypass the Prince’s female consort to ask the Prince for a dance.

Aix noticed the Prince’s extremely poor expression.

He didn’t know what had angered the Prince in such a short time.

After all, he couldn’t imagine, even if he racked his brains, that there would be a Zerg who hated the pheromones of other Zerg, especially those of the opposite sex.

A female Zerg releasing pheromones to a male Zerg had always been considered a symbol of the male Zerg’s charm.

And the Prince was the Zerg who had received the most female Zerg pheromones in the entire hall.

Seeing that the Prince seemed to have forgotten about dancing with him, Aix had to be bold. Braving the Prince’s almost murderous gaze, he took the initiative to ask for a dance.

“Your Highness, may I have the honor of inviting you for a dance?”

Under the Prince’s unfriendly gaze, Aix quickly added another form of address: “Male Master.”

Mousse took the hand Aix extended, and they stepped into the dance floor together.

As the bodies of the two Zerg pressed against each other under the lights, they moved with the music.

Mousse sniffed the cool and refreshing pheromones on Aix’s body.

His heart, which had been irritated by those wildly dancing pheromones, also calmed down.

Aix’s ears were a little hot.

The Prince had buried his head in the crook of his neck, and seemed to be trending further and further down.

He had learned his dance steps on the StarNet and had never had the opportunity to formally practice with a male Zerg before.

When he was calm, he could still clearly remember the dance steps, but when he was nervous, it was easy to get them mixed up.

Fortunately, with the excellent body control of a high-level female Zerg, it was impossible for something like stepping on his dance partner’s foot to happen.

Otherwise, Aix felt, he would definitely be executed on the spot by the enraged Prince.

Mousse couldn’t bear to watch the female Zerg’s dance steps, which were not even in time with the music’s rhythm. Finally, he took a deep breath from the female Zerg’s neck, looked up, and took the lead in the dance.

The dance ended.

Mousse pulled Aix to sit down on the sofa in the main seat.

Immediately, many Zerg came up to congratulate him.

They didn’t swarm up all at once, but arranged themselves in order according to their family background and official rank, congratulating and making conversation one by one.

In the past, on such occasions, Mousse could rely on his young age to hide behind his parents, letting the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal handle it.

But now he was an adult. The Zerg Emperor believed that this was his coming-of-age party and that he should be the one to lead it. He only made an appearance at the ball before leaving with the Marshal.

Mousse had to handle it himself.

Although Mousse was indifferent to female Zerg pheromones and even somewhat repulsed by them during his cubhood, no Zerg would brazenly release pheromones towards him.

So, he could ignore the surrounding pheromones and interact with other Zerg very naturally.

But now he couldn’t ignore them, because the pheromones were all directed at him.

And they were all releasing pheromones while looking at him with great anticipation and fanaticism.

Mousse was about to explode with anger and really wanted to curse them for sexual harassment.

It was only because Aix was by his side, his faint but ever-present, cool pheromones surrounding him, that he managed to stay calm.

The prelude to new music began; the second dance was about to start.

The female Zerg standing right in front of the Prince’s eyes lit up, full of anticipation.

The dances after the first were not exclusive to the female consort.

He could invite the Prince for a dance.

As long as Lieutenant General Aix was sensible.

Aix received many gazes, both overt and covert. They were all waiting for him to show his stance.

They were overestimating him.

He was just holding the title of “female consort.” How could he dare to prevent the Prince from interacting with other female Zerg?

He really should be sensible.

Aix stood up and quietly apologized to the Prince.

“Your Highness, I’m going out for some air.”

“What?” Mousse looked up in astonishment.

He had been harassed by so many female Zerg pheromones and hadn’t fled.

Aix, who was sitting cleanly beside him—after all, no male Zerg would dare to harass the Prince’s female consort—was actually fleeing?

Mousse was both shocked and angry. To make matters worse, Aix thought he hadn’t heard clearly and repeated the sentence again.

Mousse laughed out of anger.

“Fine, go get some air. Just don’t drink anything you shouldn’t again and make me come rescue you.”

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