SGT CH32: To Please Him

◎To atone to the male Zerg he loves with his entire life.◎

On the way back to the Prince’s mansion, Mousse sat on the treatment pod and checked the live broadcast’s light screen.

[Can anyone tell me what happened last night? Why is the Lieutenant General lying in a treatment pod, and there’s so much blood? Is he injured?]

[Let me recap for everyone. Last night, the Lieutenant General left alone, and the scum gong value dropped. In the garden, he tried to kill a Zerg and was stopped by the Prince. The Lieutenant General knelt to plead for forgiveness. I don’t know which sentence angered the Prince, but he was dragged into the starship to watch a video, and then… it went black screen not long after.]

[When the screen lit up again, the Lieutenant General already had a hole in his chest and was lying in the treatment pod. He looked much more terrifying then than he does now.]

[Did the streamer do this?]

[No, no, absolutely not. Our little cake has to wipe his hands for a long time if he even gets a speck of blood on them.]

[Little cake has been standing guard by the side, looking lost, and even called so many doctors to treat his wife. How could it be little cake?]

[The problem is, before and after the black screen, only the streamer and the Lieutenant General were in the starship. If the streamer didn’t do it, could the Lieutenant General have done it to himself?]

[Who would hurt themselves? That’s too absurd, right?]

[Eliminate all the wrong answers, and the one that remains, no matter how absurd, is the truth.]

[That’s not even the most absurd part. The most absurd part is: the streamer’s wife is so badly injured, yet the scum gong value still dropped so much! In just one night, the scum gong value dropped by 17 points!]

Mousse briefly scanned the bullet comments.

The live broadcast audience’s view was limited to his immediate surroundings, and the black screen caused them to lose a lot of information.

In most cases, the audience knew less than he did.

He couldn’t expect to get any important information from them.

Fortunately, the change in the scum gong value was not decided by the audience, nor was the completion of the reformation judged by them.

Mousse raised his eyes to the notification bar at the top.

【Scum Gong Value -7】

【Scum Gong Value -10】

【Current Scum Gong Value 25】

In one night, the scum gong value had dropped twice.

The first drop in scum gong value was during the banquet.

Aix went out for some air and didn’t return for a long time.

Then the notification of the scum gong value dropping popped up.

A baffled Mousse went out to find the female Zerg who had vanished while getting some air.

Then, in the garden corridor, he ran into the scene of Aix about to kill the Russell family head.

The second drop in scum gong value happened after that.

Mousse dragged Aix into the starship, forced him to watch the recording of that day, and reenacted it piece by piece.

Looking at the reduced value, Mousse fell into thought.

The two drops in scum gong value had little to do with him personally.

He hadn’t done any reformation tasks, nor had he been wholeheartedly good to Aix.

On the contrary, Aix had torn out his own heart once.

Since it was unrelated to him, it must be for reasons on Aix’s side.

Was it because Aix learned who drugged him and the specific details of that night?

Mousse found it ironic.

If he hadn’t been bound by this live broadcast room and encountered the subsequent series of events.

He really wouldn’t have known that Aix would actually think he was the one who drugged him and that he had forcibly taken him.

It was clearly the female Zerg who first looked at him with that reminiscent and dazed gaze, it was the female Zerg who voluntarily followed him into the starship, and it was even more the female Zerg who actively entangled himself with him…

And in the end, he told him he thought he had been forcibly taken.

That night, Mousse actually had the ability to refuse.

Although with a male Zerg’s physique, he couldn’t push away an S-class female Zerg.

But Aix’s mental state was terrible, and he was drugged, his consciousness blurry.

With Mousse’s ability, he could have completely invaded the other’s mental domain and briefly taken control.

But he didn’t do that.

Perhaps it was because the mental domain was too private and dangerous, and if he encountered strong resistance during the invasion, they could both be injured.

Or perhaps it was because the female Zerg’s pheromones were not unpleasant, the embrace that held him was very warm, and the kisses that fell on him were very comfortable.

And he was going through his physiological awakening and needed a guide.

Compared to other strange female Zerg, Aix, whom he hated to the teeth but was very familiar with, seemed easier for a Zerg to accept.

So, he half-heartedly accepted Aix’s pheromones, accepted his embrace and kisses, and also accepted the pleasure Aix brought him.

Mousse could accept Aix describing that night as “a fleeting affair under a state of confusion,” “each taking what they needed, neither owing the other.”

But he could not accept Aix twisting black and white, accusing him of forced possession.

The events of that night were so clear.

Even if Aix was not conscious at the time, thinking back afterward, he should have known who took the initiative first, and who was clinging to him at the end, not letting go.

Mousse was used to a male Zerg’s superior mental power and memory.

Even after a night of heavy drinking, he could wake up the next day and clearly recall every detail.

So he simply could not imagine that a female Zerg would forget everything after waking up.

And suddenly change his tune, treating him as the culprit, and piercing his chest with his sharp claws.

At the same time, Mousse also couldn’t have imagined that the female Zerg, after learning the truth, would tear out his own heart and offer it to him.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Mousse asked softly.

Aix, lying in the treatment pod, moved his eyes. Through the transparent pod lid, he saw the Prince above, his eyes lowered but not meeting his.

“A little…” Aix said in a low voice.

Although high-level female Zerg had strong recovery abilities, they were not without a sense of pain.

On the contrary, because their five senses were keen, their perception of pain was also particularly sharp.

It was just that while they were good at feeling pain, they were also good at enduring it.

Compared to the sharp pain that traveled from his palm to his heart when he saw the Prince’s sadness, the pain of actually tearing open his chest and taking out his heart was not worth mentioning.

He even felt a sense of atonement and relief from it.

This feeling only appeared for a moment.

When the pain passed, he would realize that the harm he had brought to the Prince had already happened and could not be erased.

No matter how he made up for it afterward, it could not lessen his guilt.

“You knew it would hurt and you still tore out your heart?!”

Mousse furiously pounded the lid of the treatment pod, as if hitting the female Zerg.

Seeing the Prince hitting the hard treatment pod with his own fragile hand, Aix subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to wrap it around the Prince’s fist, to protect the Prince’s hand.

But he could only touch the transparent pod lid.

Aix paused, his fingers slightly curled, pressing against the pod lid, against the Prince’s hand.

As if this could reduce the pain of the Prince’s fist striking down.

Mousse stopped moving, shifted his gaze, and met Aix’s eyes.

Aix looked at the Prince with concentration and said seriously:

“If this can alleviate your fear and sadness, can… please you, then the pain is worth it.”

Even if he could not atone for his sin, he hoped to use the pain of his body and mind to soothe the Prince and please the Prince.

It was just that the Prince did not seem to be pleased.

Aix was puzzled by this.

Didn’t the Prince like to derive pleasure from the pain of other Zerg?

Why didn’t it work this time?

Was it because there was too much blood, affecting the Prince’s mood?

Aix pondered if there was a way to inflict pain without drawing blood, a way to please the Prince.

“Put away those ridiculous thoughts.”

Mousse said with a grim face:

“I don’t need you to worry about whether I’m afraid or sad, and I forbid you from doing anything to your body again.”

“Everything about you belongs to me. Your body is mine, and your spirit is mine. Only I have the right to dispose of them. Not even you yourself can do anything to your body.”

If the Prince had said “don’t hurt your own body,” Aix would definitely have been puzzled and found it difficult to understand.

But when the Prince said “only I have the right to dispose of your body,” Aix immediately accepted it.

“I will obey your command,” Aix said respectfully.

Mousse: “…Mmm.”

Although being treated as a command was a bit strange, as long as the effect was achieved.

With Aix’s obedience as a military female, there was no need to worry about him violating the command.

“Even if you try your best to please me, I will never forgive you,” Mousse added with a cold face.

Even if he could forgive Aix for being influenced by drugs, misjudging the situation that night, and his attack and harm.

He could not forgive Aix for abandoning him back then.

Everything that happened on the day of his physiological awakening was just a secondary conflict between them.

“I understand…” Aix lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly. “I never dared to ask for your forgiveness.”

It was he who had failed the Prince’s sliver of kindness and hurt the Prince. Of course, he did not deserve forgiveness.

And he had completely lost the qualification to be loved by the Prince.

For the Prince to allow him to live and give birth to the Zerg egg, and to accept retribution and torture, was already a great mercy.

·

Mousse took a simple shower on the starship and changed into a loose, comfortable set of clothes.

Just as the starship was about to arrive at the Prince’s mansion, he opened the treatment pod and let out the long-healed female Zerg.

“Go take a shower. Don’t bring the smell of blood home,” Mousse said.

Aix obediently walked towards the bathroom.

Before entering, he turned back to ask:

“Which set of clothes would Your Highness like to see me wear?”

Because of an angry remark from Mousse back then, he had once ordered more than a dozen sets of formal wear, and he still hadn’t worn them all.

If it were a normal day, Mousse would still have the time to pick one based on the kind of play he wanted.

But he was too tired today.

A double fatigue of both spirit and body.

He just wanted to hug the warm female Zerg to sleep, not to expend effort sleeping with the female Zerg.

From Mousse’s perspective, not wearing anything was the best, he could just hug him to sleep directly.

But he definitely couldn’t say that.

The starship also couldn’t just deliver the female Zerg directly to his bedroom.

“Something easy to take off,” Mousse said casually.

“Yes.”

Aix complied.

He quickly finished washing and came out wearing a black formal suit with a long cloak.

Mousse saw it, his eyes gradually widened, and his mouth opened in surprise.

“You really dare to wear that.”

This formal suit looked exquisite and gorgeous on the outside, very proper.

In fact, under the cloak, there was only a pair of trousers, and the kind with holes.

The upper body was completely bare, relying entirely on the cloak for cover.

It very much suited the twisted tastes of certain male Zerg.

When he ordered this outfit, it was originally just to scare Aix, and he had no intention of actually making him wear it to a banquet.

He could wear it in private though…

And Aix had taken the initiative to put it on.

“This is the easiest to take off…”

The tips of Aix’s ears turned red. He steeled himself and came before the Prince.

When he walked, he didn’t dare to take too big of a step, afraid that a momentary lack of cover would reveal the lewd appearance underneath.

Mousse looked at the female Zerg before him, who was clearly extremely ashamed but had still changed into the embarrassing clothes for a casual remark of his.

He once again felt that strange feeling.

Like in the garden next to the banquet hall, when Aix had actively invited him to play.

Or like when he was venting by pounding the treatment pod lid, and Aix’s hand pressed against his from across the lid.

Although before, Aix would also carry out his orders.

But since last night, something had changed.

It was not just about carrying out orders.

It was about satisfying him, pleasing him.

Just as the female Zerg himself had said.

Mousse was indeed pleased.

Although he was still very tired and didn’t want to expend effort sleeping with the female Zerg.

But…

“Seeing as you’re being somewhat obedient, I’ll allow you to move yourself.”

Mousse said, his chin slightly raised.

·

By the time Aix had serviced the Prince to sleep, it was already the morning of a new day.

The holiday specially set aside for the Prince’s coming-of-age ceremony was over. He was due back at the military headquarters.

Aix looked at the Prince sleeping soundly in his arms and found himself somewhat greedy for the warmth of this moment.

It seemed that for many years, he had not felt such warmth.

In his memory, it was only when the little male cub was by his side, snuggling up to him, that he had felt a similar warmth and tranquility.

It was as if even the future was no longer dark and difficult, and there was a clear path, as well as the motivation to keep him going.

It was just that he had once thought that on that road, there would always be a little blond male cub accompanying him, walking forward with him.

They would be an inseparable family of Zerg.

…

At least… the Prince would not leave him.

Would not let him go.

He could use his entire life to atone to the male Zerg he loved.

The work terminal lit up. It was a message from Marshal Shi’an.

He had caused such a big scene at the palace yesterday, and the Prince had summoned all the court physicians for him. It would naturally have alarmed the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal.

Aix did not check it immediately. He first moved his body carefully, getting out of bed without disturbing the Prince.

“Your Highness, I’m going to the military headquarters.”

Aix said in a low voice, carefully tucking the Prince in.

Mousse hummed unconsciously a couple of times, his eyelids not even opening.

“Goodbye, Your Highness.”

Aix silently recited the title he dared not say out loud: Goodbye, Male Master.

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