SGT CH46: Am I the Pervert?

◎Oh no, could I really be a pervert?◎

Under the escort of Aix and the military reinforcements, Mousse headed to the military headquarters to take command.

The enemy fleet had arrived in the skies above White Night Star.

What had just happened were only attacks targeting the Prince; the real war was just beginning.

In fact, considering the Prince’s safety, the best choice at this time would be to leave White Night Star through a space channel and return to the imperial capital.

The captain of the personal guard also urged the Prince to leave.

His duty was to protect the Prince, and the Prince’s safety was paramount.

But Mousse insisted on staying.

White Night Star was his territory, and the Zerg on it were his warriors and subjects.

Although Mousse hated work, he had the responsibilities of a Prince and a lord, and he couldn’t desert his post.

Of course, he also didn’t believe that those petty villains could conquer White Night Star.

Mousse held Aix’s hand.

Whatever the outcome, they would face it together.

“Is Your Highness afraid?”

Aix patted the Prince’s hand comfortingly.

Mousse shook his head.

He was unharmed, and the enemy’s mecha regiment stationed on White Night Star hadn’t managed to take the military headquarters by surprise.

In a frontal battle, White Night Star’s odds of winning were at least eighty percent.

Compared to the upcoming war, Mousse was more concerned about something else.

“Let me see your wings.”

Mousse pulled Aix to his side, curiously touching his back.

Aix had already changed into his combat suit.

The entire suit was made of a special memory material that could quickly recover after being torn, which was very suitable for Zerg military females who tended to Zergify from time to time.

Mousse poked Aix’s back a few times through the combat suit and faintly felt something moving underneath, as if it wanted to break free from its restraints.

“Your Highness, be careful.”

Aix pulled the Prince into his arms to protect him.

Huge black wings pierced through the combat suit and suddenly unfurled.

The newborn wings were too sensitive.

Just being touched by the Prince through the clothing and the skin outside the wing pouch made them uncontrollably want to burst out, nearly injuring the Prince.

Aix was terrified in hindsight.

Mousse was completely unaware that he had just brushed with danger.

Aix would protect him anyway.

He looked curiously at the broad wings on Aix’s back and asked expectantly:

“Can I touch them?”

Aix was a little worried and hesitant.

Mousse blinked hard, his eyes full of anticipation.

In the end, Aix couldn’t resist the Prince’s sparkling, beautiful eyes and nodded.

Mousse carefully reached out to touch them.

They were hard, with a scaly feeling.

They were indeed covered with fine, sheet-like things, like scales, or like feathers.

Because the gaps between them were so small, they fit together perfectly, and you had to get very close to see them clearly.

“Your Highness, you have to stroke along the scale-feathers, otherwise you might get hurt,” Aix reminded him in a low voice.

Under normal circumstances, he could control the scale-feathers on his wings to close tightly.

But not now. The newborn wings were too sensitive. The moment the Prince touched them, the scale-feathers were stimulated and wanted to open up.

On the battlefield, open scale-feathers were a weapon that could tear the flesh from an opponent.

But under the Prince’s hands, they trembled with excitement, wanting to open and close, both fearing and craving the touch.

“Okay, okay,” Mousse nodded in agreement.

Stroking with the grain, he gets it.

His pet exotic cat also liked to be stroked with the grain.

Mousse stroked along the scale-feathers a couple of times, making the pair of wings tremble.

He grabbed the whip-like exoskeleton that was wrapping around his arm and, upholding the principle of not favoring one over the other, gave the exoskeleton a stroke as well.

Aix’s breathing became ragged, his expression one of forbearance. He had to brace himself against the chair to keep from collapsing.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Mousse quickly supported Aix, letting him sit down in the pilot’s chair.

Great, he could finally support Aix. His hands would no longer pass through Aix’s body.

He no longer had to watch Aix suffer, unable to do anything.

“No…” Aix’s face was flushed.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but… too comfortable.

Mousse read his unspoken words from the female Zerg’s forbearing expression.

He immediately reached out to hug the remaining exoskeletons and said with a smile:

“Then I’ll touch them a little more. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them. Ah, hello Little One, let’s touch Little Four too, be good now.”

Aix: “…You even gave them names?”

“I did.”

Mousse introduced them to him: “Little One and Little Two are the thickest, one on the right, one on the left. You’re used to using Little One to wrap around my waist and lift me up, then use Little Two to support my legs to keep me from falling. Wow, they feel even stronger and more powerful than before.”

Aix didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Their Zerg egg didn’t even have an official name yet, but each of his exoskeletons did.

He had a feeling of wanting to both laugh and cry.

Aix wrapped his exoskeleton around the Prince’s waist, lifted him onto his lap, held him, and also held down the hand that was busy greeting each exoskeleton, saying helplessly:

“Your Highness, stop playing. If you keep playing, I won’t be able to go to the battlefield.”

“I don’t really want to play that much anyway. They’re hard and don’t feel good at all…”

Mousse grumbled a few words, then looked up and saw Aix looking at him with a smile, and suddenly couldn’t continue.

He reached out to hug Aix, resting on his shoulder and whining softly.

“You have to let them out for me to play with when we get home.”

“Okay,” Aix agreed in a low voice.

With the current sensitivity of his wings, even if he didn’t actively release them, they would eagerly pop out if the Prince just touched his back a couple of times.

“You have to let me play with the wing pouches too. You promised before.”

Mousse was referring to the time after he got drunk.

At that time, Aix had said he could play however he wanted, and then fled in panic.

Mousse’s emotions were complex at the time. He thought Aix was only tolerating and indulging him without limit because he was influenced by pregnancy hormones.

He also didn’t dare to face the wing pouches of Aix’s lost wings.

After that, he never truly opened Aix’s wing pouches.

Aix also remembered how, after the Prince got drunk, he had used his fingers to open his wing pouches, exploring deep inside, driving him to the point of collapse, and finally, unable to bear it, he passed out.

At that time, he only thought the Prince was profanely playing with his wings.

Only after knowing that the Prince was his little male did he understand what all of that night represented.

Begging him to sew up the doll with the broken legs, opening his wing pouches, the top-grade repair fluid pouring down…

His little male was blaming himself for cutting off his wings.

Cutting off his wings was just an act of self-preservation after being hurt by him.

The Prince might not regret his decision at the time, but he would be sad.

His lost wings were like a thorn stuck in the Prince’s heart.

Only when his wings grew back could that thorn be removed.

“Okay, you can play with the wing pouches too.”

Aix agreed in a low voice, his turquoise eyes full of affection, his gaze extremely gentle.

It was just that Mousse was still resting on Aix’s shoulder and missed the affection in his eyes.

But he knew Aix loved him.

And indulged him without limit.

Getting the answer he wanted, the corners of Mousse’s mouth curved up slightly. Remembering something, he asked:

“By the way, how did your wings recover?”

“I’m not too sure either,” Aix recalled with a frown.

At that time, he saw the enemy mechas appear on the virtual screen, and the communication interface the Prince had given him suddenly went dark.

He was filled with fury, energy surging within him, only thinking of getting to the Prince’s side as soon as possible to protect him.

Then, as he ran out of the long corridor in the basement of the Prince’s mansion, his wings grew out.

And he also broke through to SS-class.

“Perhaps it was because I wanted to have stronger power to protect you, wanted to come to your side, that I successfully broke through to SS-class, and my wings also grew out.”

Every breakthrough was an evolution.

The surge of energy prompted the bones and flesh of his entire body to be reshaped and upgraded, and also allowed Aix’s lost wings to grow back, becoming tougher and stronger than before.

Mousse stared blankly at Aix.

To protect him, so, he grew his wings back.

Love made his flesh and blood grow.

“Do you have to be so good at saying sweet nothings?” Mousse’s cheeks burned, and he complained in a small voice.

“It’s not a sweet nothing.”

He was speaking the truth.

Aix said seriously.

“I know.”

It was precisely because it was the truth that it was even more moving.

Mousse rubbed against Aix’s shoulder.

He secretly pressed the back of his hand to his cheek to cool it down.

“Oh, right! You’re SS-class now!”

Mousse suddenly sat up straight and looked Aix up and down.

As soon as Aix had appeared with a powerful presence and torn those enemy mechas apart like paper, Mousse had realized that Aix had broken through to SS-class.

Later, after seeing Aix’s memory images and being overwhelmed with sadness, he had forgotten about it.

It was said that the higher the level of a Zerg, the more competitive they were in courtship.

Correspondingly, their looks would also be higher.

Mousse looked left and right but didn’t see any change.

Aix had always been very handsome.

But he did indeed make one want to bully him more.

The stronger the female Zerg, the more one wanted to bully him fiercely, to see him reveal a vulnerable side, to see him break down.

Mousse was shocked by the thoughts in his own mind.

Oh no, could I really be a pervert?

Good thing the scum gong reformation is already complete.

Otherwise, with me being so perverted, wouldn’t my scum gong value skyrocket in minutes?

Mousse glanced to the side.

Um… no? Why is this livestream room still here?!

They arrived at the military headquarters.

Aix, piloting his mecha “Feathered Serpent God,” led the White Night Star army into space to fight.

This battle was almost a guaranteed victory.

If the original odds of White Night Star winning were eighty percent, after Aix broke through to SS-class, they rose to one hundred percent.

Mousse really couldn’t think of any way they could lose.

Mousse sat in the observation and rest room arranged for him at the military headquarters, glaring at the livestream light screen.

“Why are you guys still here? Isn’t the reformation complete?”

[It’s like this, there’s a six-month observation period after the reformation is complete.]
[Just in time to see Little Little Cake hatch.]
[Host, you must be a good Zerg. During the six-month observation period, if any scum gong behavior occurs, the scum gong value will increase exponentially.]
Mousse: “…”

He wanted to curse, but his good upbringing prevented him from doing so. He couldn’t even think of suitable attack words.

“I do have some slightly perverted hobbies, but I’m definitely not a Zerg-scum. And Aix also said I could play however I want…”

So, if I occasionally open his wing pouches for a feel, step on Aix under the table, and bring Aix some small toys or handcuffs… that shouldn’t be too much, right?

Mousse tried to convince himself, and also the livestream room.

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Author’s Note:

The final chapter is tomorrow, then I’ll write the extras.
Tentative extras: ① Mousse returns to the past, to the moment before his heart was torn out; ② The Aix who lost the little male back then and whose spiritual domain was shattered transmigrates (is reborn) to more than ten years later (after already being married to the Prince and having a child).

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