SGT CH31: He Offered His Heart

◎Aix’s hand withdrew from his chest, bringing out a bloody, dripping heart.◎

Mousse was still immersed in the memory.

High-level male Zerg had extremely strong memories, able to clearly recall the actions, expressions, and emotions of every past moment.

When they engaged in immersive reenactment, they could also perfectly replicate everything.

Whether it was pleasure or pain, it all became incredibly real in the reenactment.

The intimate entanglement from the night of the physiological awakening ended.

As the sky brightened and the first ray of sunlight streamed in through the one-way glass.

While he was still immersed in the warmth of the female Zerg’s body, enveloped by the female Zerg’s birthing chamber.

The female Zerg’s hand reached his heart…

Just like at this moment.

Mousse lay in Aix’s arms, watching the hand reaching for him, and a suffocating sadness drowned him.

“Your Highness…”

Aix’s voice sounded in his ear, but it seemed to come from far away, separated by thick seawater and the sound of waves.

Mousse couldn’t breathe, letting himself sink into the deep sea.

The smell of blood, mixed with a clear and cool pheromone, rushed towards him, instantly dyeing the ocean of his consciousness red.

Mousse suddenly woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a sea of red.

Blood gushed from the hand plunged into the chest.

But it was not his chest, but Aix’s chest.

Mousse’s eyes widened, watching in horror as Aix’s hand withdrew from his chest, bringing out a bloody, dripping heart.

It had been forcibly torn out, the blood vessels severed. The heart was beating in his hand, pumping out its last drops of blood.

Ahhhhhhhhh—

Mousse’s mind screamed, but his body couldn’t make a sound. He could only stare in terror at the still-beating heart.

He was completely awake.

What sadness, what sinking into the deep sea, in the face of this terrifying scene, all disappeared without a trace.

But the scene before him was too shocking and terrifying, too unbelievable, beyond Mousse’s ability to accept.

Even though his mind was about to explode, Mousse’s body remained frozen, unable to move an inch.

“Your Highness, don’t be afraid… I don’t mean to harm you.”

Aix’s face was pale as he offered the heart in his palm.

He remembered that the Prince did not like to have his clothes stained with blood.

He didn’t dare to hand the bloody heart directly to the Prince, carefully maintaining a distance.

He didn’t even let the dripping blood stain the bedsheets under the Prince.

“I dare not ask for your forgiveness… I am willing to offer my life to you, hoping to soothe your fear…”

The heart, offered in the female Zerg’s palm, its beating frequency gradually becoming slow and weak.

The wide-open chest was still gushing blood. Through that hole, one could see the flesh and bones inside.

Mousse’s mind felt as if it had split in two.

One half was panicking and screaming, the other was forcing itself to calm down and think of a solution.

Forcibly tearing open the chest and removing the heart, even with the self-healing ability of an S-class female Zerg, could not be restored immediately.

A high-level female Zerg could regrow a heart even if they lost it, but that would undoubtedly consume a lot of energy and leave them weakened for a long time.

So the best solution now was… to put the heart back in.

Mousse used his mental power to control his hand to reach out.

He trusted his mental power more than his body.

He carefully took the heart from the female Zerg’s palm.

The sensation of it in his hand was warm and slippery, making Mousse’s mind tremble. Only his hand remained steady.

He placed the heart back into the female Zerg’s chest cavity.

Mental threads flooded in, connecting the blood vessels, reattaching the main ones.

Thanks to the female Zerg’s powerful self-healing ability, as long as the blood vessels were connected, they automatically repaired and healed.

Mousse still didn’t dare to relax.

He took out his treatment pod from his spatial bracelet and poured in all of his top-grade repair fluid.

“Your Highness, I can heal myself, if you would allow me to recover…”

Mousse ignored any of Aix’s opinions and forcibly stuffed him inside.

He closed the pod lid and activated the emergency mode.

Only when the treatment pod began to operate did Mousse allow himself to collapse limply to the ground, panting in fear, his whole body cold.

After calming his breathing for a while, Mousse opened his terminal and contacted the court physician.

Still not feeling at ease, he also called his private Zerg doctor.

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When the sub-female doctor arrived, the court physician had already finished the basic diagnosis.

Lieutenant General Aix was lying in the medical pod, covered in blood, looking terrifying. But his chest had already been restored, and his heart was working normally. He just needed to lie in the repair fluid for a while longer and recuperate.

And the Prince was sitting on a sofa to the side, wearing only a thin white nightgown.

The male Zerg who hated the smell of blood the most had his hands covered in semi-dried, dark red blood, yet he seemed completely unaware.

Confirming that Lieutenant General Aix didn’t need him to do anything, the sub-female doctor came to the Prince.

He took out a towel soaked in disinfectant and cleaning solution from his medical kit and handed it to the Prince.

Mousse took it, wiped his hands, and asked:

“How is he?”

The court physician had already reported the specific situation, but Mousse just wanted to hear his private Zerg doctor’s judgment again to feel more at ease.

“High-level female Zerg have a robust constitution and very strong self-healing abilities. As long as there is enough energy to sustain them, even if they lose their heart, they can grow a new one. Moreover, the Lieutenant General’s heart was put back in very promptly. As long as he pays attention to recuperation, there are no major problems,” the sub-female doctor said.

Mousse nodded, feeling a little more relieved, but his expression was still not good.

Anyone who went through such an experience would not look well.

The sub-female doctor was also not clear about the specific situation.

Seeing the Prince’s unfriendly expression and Lieutenant General Aix still lying in the treatment pod, he had his own speculations.

Before leaving, he couldn’t help but add:

“Your Highness, although high-level female Zerg have a robust constitution, and S-class female Zerg are practically cosmic beasts, a pregnant female Zerg is ultimately different…”

“What do you mean?” Mousse frowned, becoming worried.

Didn’t he just say he was fine?

“A pregnant female’s main energy is used to supply the Zerg egg, so their self-healing ability is greatly reduced.

“If you and the Lieutenant General enjoy this… special kind of play, it is still recommended to wait until the Lieutenant General has laid the Zerg egg before proceeding. The healing will be faster then, and the scene won’t be too tragic.”

Finally, the sub-female doctor didn’t forget to add:

“It’s fine to play with the Lieutenant General’s heart, but it’s best not to play with yours. There is still a little bit of a… world of difference between the constitutions of male and female Zerg.”

Mousse: “…”

During his physiological awakening, Aix had ripped out his heart. Today, Aix ripped out his own heart.

In a race like the Zerg, where whips and knives were common even in sleep, it looked very much like they had some special fetish.

The sub-female doctor hadn’t mentioned this before, probably because male Zerg were mostly the sadists, and rarely practiced on themselves.

Last time, judging by a normal Zerg’s line of thinking, it was the female Zerg intentionally harming the male Zerg; it was an attack.

But this time, seeing Aix who had also ripped out his own heart, the sub-female doctor’s train of thought went astray.

With the facts before him, Mousse found it very difficult to explain to the doctor why the female Zerg would voluntarily rip out his heart.

He couldn’t even figure out the reason himself.

“I don’t have this fetish, and this kind of thing… will not happen again,” Mousse said.

He did not want to experience his heart stopping again.

Whether it was his heart or Aix’s heart.

He did want to hurt Aix, wanted to see Aix in pain. But it definitely did not include this kind of harm.

He could not accept Aix’s death.

Not even the slightest possibility of death.

After the doctors left, Mousse came to the side of the treatment pod, looked down at the female Zerg lying inside, his gaze complicated.

Anger, worry, panic… various emotions were mixed in his heart, so much so that he still hadn’t sorted out his thoughts.

In the treatment pod, Aix moved his head, which was not covered by the repair fluid, and met the Prince’s gaze through the transparent pod door.

Ever since he came out of the punishment chamber, the Prince’s behavior had been to enjoy playing with him and seeing him in pain.

When he tore out his heart, Aix knew that the scene would not be pleasant and might cause the Prince’s disgust.

But he hadn’t expected the Prince’s reaction to be so strong.

There was no disgust, but rather more worry and panic.

Looking at the Prince who was finally willing to appear before him, Aix tried to give the Prince a smile, wanting to soothe his emotions.

“You still dare to smile?”

Mousse angrily kicked the treatment pod.

As a cold and hard military female, Aix rarely had a smile on his face, let alone proactively smiling at him.

If it were before, Mousse might have been willing to stop and admire it.

But now, he had just experienced a mental shock and was in a bad mood.

He really wanted to drag Aix out and bite him to death, to leave bloody teeth marks on him, to vent all his anger on the other.

But Aix still needed to recuperate, so Mousse could only hold back his anger and endure.

He said with a sullen face to the female Zerg in the treatment pod: “Are you trying to seek death?”

This was the only possibility he could think of.

The female Zerg didn’t want to live after knowing the truth, so he tore out his heart and committed suicide in front of him.

Mousse selectively forgot that a high-level female Zerg wouldn’t die even if they lost their heart, and single-mindedly believed that Aix wanted to abandon him again, and was furious about it.

“No, I just hope you won’t be afraid anymore…”

Aix said.

He knew how much harm the attack that day had brought to the Prince, and hoped to use his own blood and heart to erase the Prince’s fear.

His body and mind had both submitted to the Prince, and he had entrusted his life and death to the Prince’s judgment.

Aix looked at the Prince, his expression focused.

“My life belongs to Your Highness. If Your Highness wants me to die, I will execute it immediately. It’s just…”

Aix paused, caressed his slightly bulging abdomen, and said:

“May I plead with Your Highness to have the Zerg egg removed after I die? A four-month-old Zerg egg can grow up in a nutrient solution even if it leaves the womb.”

This was not only his cub, but also the Prince’s cub. Aix hoped the Zerg egg could survive.

It was just… this Zerg egg was the result of him forcibly taking the Prince.

The Prince might not be willing to keep such a bloodline that represented a stain.

He had always thought before that the Prince was too cold towards his own bloodline.

After knowing the truth of that night, Aix finally understood that for the Prince to not get rid of this child directly and to be willing to give him pheromones was already a great mercy.

His harm had buried the Prince’s kindness towards him.

His misunderstanding had also failed the Prince’s mercy towards him.

“Who told you to die?!”

Mousse placed his hands on the treatment pod, leaned in to close the distance and meet the female Zerg’s gaze, and said viciously:

“Your life is mine. I want you to live for me, to be tortured by me, to be hurt by me for your entire life. This is what you owe me!”

He would never allow Aix to use death as an escape, to abandon him permanently.

Aix must live for a long, long time, until the end of his lifespan.

“As for the cub…”

Mousse paused and said: “I won’t raise it. You raise it yourself. If you die, I’ll let it fend for itself.”

Aix didn’t feel there was anything wrong with this and was very grateful to the Prince.

Whether it was letting him live to bear his sins, or letting him raise the cub himself, he was immensely grateful.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Aix thanked him sincerely.

“You are truly… very, very good.”

When he said this, Aix’s eyes were slightly red, his gaze sincere.

Mousse: “???”

Mousse was completely baffled.

Did this female Zerg damage his not-so-smart brain when he ripped out his heart?

Otherwise, why would the female Zerg be thanking him when he said he would torture him for a lifetime?

And even praise him for being good?

And in a very sincere tone, not the sarcastic and passive-aggressive tone Mousse often used.

It left Mousse at a loss for how to react for a moment.

Forget it, he wouldn’t stoop to the level of a foolish Zerg.

“Let’s go back first. I’ll find a time to check your brain.”

Mousse said with some reluctance.

He didn’t want to access Aix’s memories.

But since he had decided to let Aix stay by his side and be tortured by him for a lifetime, the other’s mental domain problems could not be avoided.

The night was already deep. Mousse had no intention of disturbing the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal.

He simply explained the night’s events to them with his terminal and then took Aix back to the Prince’s mansion.

[Aix tore out his own heart. I had a doctor treat him, and he’s fine now.]

In the Zerg Emperor’s bedchamber, Marshal Shi’an looked at the message on his terminal, his expression a little dazed.

This message… wasn’t it a bit too explosive?

And, “tore out his heart,” “treated him a bit,” was it really that casual?

“What is it?”

The Zerg Emperor leaned over the Marshal’s shoulder to look.

After seeing the message, he also fell silent.

For a high-level female Zerg, tearing out a heart was not really a big deal.

Because they could recover, in a medical evaluation, it was only considered a minor injury. It’s just that the scene might be a bit shocking.

Compared to “tearing out the heart,” he was more concerned about Mousse’s attitude.

The Zerg Emperor sighed softly and said:

“Our cub is just like that. The more he cares about something, the more he has to act like he doesn’t care.”

Shi’an: “Maybe he’s afraid of getting hurt…”

By acting indifferent and not caring, it’s as if it’s really not that important, and it won’t be so sad when he loses it.

But when it’s really lost, he will still go crazy with grief.

Shi’an recalled how Mousse was when he was first brought back from the Dark Star Field and couldn’t help but worry a little.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

“I’ll find some time to talk to Lieutenant General Aix again.”

When he met Aix today, he could see that the other seemed to want to ask him about something, but couldn’t speak due to the Prince’s orders.

“Speaking of which, Lieutenant General Aix is also from there…”

The Dark Star Field.

Shi’an guessed:

“Could it be that he and our cub knew each other before?”

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