SGT CH68: Pervert

◎The Tianjia Emperor unbuttoned his bulging shirt, pressed it against Mousse’s foot, and rubbed.◎

“Hmm? What’s this?”

The Tianjia Emperor picked up the carved wooden box that had fallen at the foot of the bed.

He vaguely remembered it was something the Empress Consort had brought last night.

“Is this a gift from Sisi for me?”

The Tianjia Emperor guessed, a hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his eyes.

Last night, when the Empress Consort came to serve him in bed for the first time, he had been too excited and had completely forgotten about the box, not even noticing when it fell to the floor.

The box’s clasp had come loose from the fall, and it opened with a gentle lift.

The Tianjia Emperor opened the wooden box, and his eyes fell upon many pairs of exquisite jewelry.

The Tianjia Emperor looked puzzled.

Among the Tianjia, jewelry was used to adorn males.

Female Tianjia rarely used jewelry. Even when attending banquets, they would only wear some low-key and inconspicuous decorations on their formal wear.

Why would the Empress Consort give him this?

But since it was a gift from the Empress Consort, he would definitely wear it well.

But, where should he wear it?

The Tianjia Emperor picked up a pair of ornaments and held them against his body.

The embedded gems were too large; they certainly weren’t suitable as earrings, nor did they fit the Tianjia Emperor’s image.

Or maybe they could be clipped to his collar?

It was a pair, and there were even two golden chains connecting them.

When Mousse emerged from the covers, he saw the Tianjia Emperor holding a nipple chain with chest chains and trying to position it on his collar.

“…”

Mousse belatedly remembered why he had come looking for the Tianjia Emperor in the first place.

“That… is not a collar clip.”

Mousse silently covered his face, unwilling to look directly.

Hearing this, the Tianjia Emperor awkwardly lowered his hand. No wonder he felt the chain between the pair of ornaments was too long.

“So what is this? A brooch?”

The Tianjia Emperor brought the item over to Mousse and leaned down to ask.

“Something like that.”

Mousse said, feeling a little guilty, the tips of his ears burning.

As soon as the Tianjia Emperor got close, he immediately reached out, snatched the ornament that made his ears burn, and took the box along with it.

“Isn’t it a gift for me?”

Seeing the Empress Consort put the ornament back in the box and hold it tightly, the Tianjia Emperor was puzzled.

“It is, but not now.”

Having just finished a round last night, Mousse had no desire to release pheromones again.

Mousse held the box with one hand and was getting out of bed while dressing.

“Slow down, the floor is cold.”

Seeing the Empress Consort habitually get out of bed barefoot, the Tianjia Emperor quickly knelt down to hold his feet and help him put on his shoes and socks.

The lounge didn’t have the thick carpets of the Empress Consort’s bedchamber. If he stepped on the floor, he would get cold.

Mousse sat on the edge of the bed, watching the half-kneeling female before him.

When the Tianjia Emperor did these things, he looked patient and gentle, without any of an emperor’s airs.

He was rather like the Lieutenant General from back then.

Always waiting by his side when he performed mental soothing, protecting him silently and steadfastly.

Mousse pondered, raised his bare left foot, and pressed it against the Tianjia Emperor’s bulging chest.

The Tianjia Emperor’s body stiffened, and he looked up, puzzled.

“Here,” Mousse felt the hard stone under his foot, his toes curling slightly, and stated in a low voice, “The jewelry, it’s worn here.”

The Tianjia Emperor’s eyes widened at his words, his mind going blank for a moment.

This kind of jewelry was not popular among the Tianjia.

Females had no concept of wearing jewelry at all, let alone dressing up to seduce males.

Female Tianjia did like to dress up their males.

However, with the females’ minimalist aesthetic, dressing up males always meant putting them in sets of standard clothing. They would never think of having a male wear such an ornament.

Such an ornament was very un-Tianjia.

Instead, it had the style of the neighboring Insectoid race.

“Forget it if you don’t like it.” Mousse withdrew his foot. “I can’t possibly force Your Majesty to wear it.”

The Tianjia Emperor held onto the Empress Consort’s retracting foot and said:

“It’s from Sisi. How could I not like it? It’s just, why did Sisi think of giving me this?”

Mousse, of course, would not mention the livestream audience.

His gaze swept over the Tianjia Emperor’s chest, his eyes wandering slightly as he said softly:

“Your Majesty’s… are very big. They would look very beautiful with jewelry.”

In the two months since their marriage, this was the first time the Tianjia Emperor had heard a compliment about his body from the Empress Consort.

Thinking back carefully, the Empress Consort would sometimes look at his body with appreciation, the kind of appreciation one has for a work of art.

Once he approached to demand from him, the Empress Consort would start to resist.

This kind of ornament, with its special meaning, might make the Empress Consort have a different kind of interest in his body, the kind of interest between a male and a female.

The Tianjia Emperor looked up at the Empress Consort whose gaze was wandering, moved his slightly dry throat, and said in a low, hoarse voice:

“Since it’s for me, why did Sisi take it back? Aren’t you going to put it on for me?”

“You want to wear it?”

Mousse looked at the Tianjia Emperor in disbelief.

In his imagination, after the Tianjia Emperor knew what it was, he should have become angry from embarrassment and stormed out.

“Of course. This is the first gift Sisi has given me. I must wear it at all times.”

The Tianjia Emperor unbuttoned his bulging shirt, and thinking of something, leaned forward, pressed against Mousse’s foot, rubbed it gently, and said:

“It’s not easy to put on like this. Sisi, help me.”

Pervert!

Mousse’s face turned red, and he angrily pulled his foot back.

He bent down, quickly put on his shoes and socks, and ran as soon as he was dressed.

“Sisi? My gift,” the Tianjia Emperor called after him.

Mousse threw the wooden box back and left without turning his head.

The Tianjia Emperor caught the flying box and tidied his clothes, intending to see the Empress Consort off.

But the Empress Consort walked extremely fast. The moment he stood up, he heard the sound of the office door opening and being slammed shut. The Tianjia Emperor stopped in his tracks.

With the Empress Consort’s departure, the lounge fell silent.

The Tianjia Emperor’s gaze fell on the box.

Opening it again, he found that the box actually had several layers.

The first layer contained various small ornaments.

The second layer had a pair of rose gold handcuffs, a silver-white whip, and red ropes.

The contents of the bottom layer surprised the Tianjia Emperor the most.

Looking at that thing, the Tianjia Emperor frowned.

What married Tianjia would use this?

The Empress Consort wasn’t planning on making him play with himself, was he?

Then it would have to be changed to look like the Empress Consort for him to be willing to use it.

The Tianjia Emperor held the box and looked at it for a long time. After all, it was from the Empress Consort, so he couldn’t bear to throw it away.

He just took out a huge, rare gemstone from his spatial-jump button and prepared to carve it from memory to replace that thing.

As for that pair of ornaments…

It was not easy to pierce the body of an SSS-class Tianjia female; it required a weapon made of special material.

Like the dagger the Empress Consort had stabbed into his chest.

Speaking of which, he was the one who had given him that dagger.

The Tianjia Emperor put away his memories, his fingertips covered with sharp claws.

Compared to a dagger, the Tianjia Emperor, being an SSS-class female himself, possessed a better weapon.

Although the hole torn by his claws would be too large, it didn’t matter. It would heal in an instant anyway.

All he needed to do was to insert the steel needle of the ornament before it healed.

·

Mousse returned to his bedchamber, opened the file the Tianjia Emperor had sent him, and began to look through it.

The Tianjia Empire treated males as commodities, as pets to be raised.

Changing the administrators would not fundamentally change the situation for males, but it was better than nothing.

At least the new administrators would pay more attention to the health and safety of males.

However, the number of administrators the Tianjia Emperor had decided to replace still exceeded Mousse’s imagination.

Several thousand pages of files, several thousand new administrators.

This represented a major overhaul of the male nursery.

What was the reason that made the Tianjia Emperor move against so many Tianjia at once?

To further control the male nursery?

To seek benefits for the female soldiers under his command?

Or did the battlefield need more mental soothers?

Whatever the reason, it was very much in line with the tyrant’s style of doing things.

Mousse thought of the future he had learned about, the future of the “mental plague” and the extinction of the Tianjia, and couldn’t help but frown.

In the evening, the Tianjia Emperor came to Mousse’s bedchamber earlier than usual.

Mousse asked the question that had been bothering him.

“Your Majesty, why suddenly replace so many administrators?”

“They are guilty.”

Males were rare. As workers responsible for raising and caring for males, yet they harmed them. It was unforgivable.

The Tianjia Emperor answered, deliberately walking a few more circles in front of the Empress Consort.

Finally, he puffed out his chest and stopped in front of him, so he could see clearly.

Mousse’s attention was entirely on the matter of the nursery; he didn’t notice anything different about the Tianjia Emperor, who was still dressed all in black.

Guilty.

For so many years before, these guilty administrators had stayed just fine in the male nursery, only to be suddenly removed overnight.

“Guilty” was just an excuse pulled out by a superior when dealing with a subordinate.

Mousse didn’t want to hear these superficial reasons; he just wanted to know what the Tianjia Emperor was really up to.

“Is Your Majesty going to further promote the military merit system? To exchange males with military merit,” Mousse asked.

The Tianjia Emperor paused, his gaze falling on the Empress Consort’s tightly pressed lips.

Although what he was doing had nothing to do with the military merit system, it could indeed achieve the same effect.

“Is that not a good thing?”

The Tianjia Emperor asked, “To give every female the opportunity to obtain a male. Even ordinary soldiers, after many years of accumulation, can cooperate with their comrades, pool their military merits, and exchange them for a male.”

Mousse: “…”

“Of course it’s good for the females.”

Mousse forced a smile. “You are a good monarch who considers the common people.”

It was just that males were never part of the “people.”

“Sisi…”

The Tianjia Emperor raised his hand, his fingertip landing on the cold, stiff curve of Mousse’s lips, rubbing it gently, and asked in confusion:

“You are not happy. Why? Do you prefer that males belong to the nobility?”

“Indeed, the nobility can provide males with better living conditions…”

The Tianjia Emperor frowned slightly.

“But if the nobility occupies a large amount of male resources, it will lead to the lower classes having difficulty obtaining quality males. The birth rate will continue to decline, and social conflicts will intensify day by day.”

Although he felt he shouldn’t talk about such heavy topics with a male, the Tianjia Emperor still hoped his Empress Consort could understand his actions.

Mousse could understand the Tianjia Emperor’s meaning.

But he could never accept it.

In the eyes of the Tianjia Emperor, in the eyes of all Tianjia, males were just resources.

This was the reason Mousse could never communicate with the Tianjia Emperor.

Perhaps, only when the mental plague arrived.

Only when all males went extinct, and the Tianjia Empire perished with them.

Only then would they regret.

But by then, it would be too late.

Mousse looked up at the Tianjia Emperor before him, despair in his eyes.

They were an emperor and an empress consort.

A female partner and a male attendant.

A master and a pet.

A buyer and a commodity.

They were never equals.

Naturally, they couldn’t communicate as equals.

What was he hoping for?

“Your Majesty, I’m a little tired. Please go back.”

Mousse raised his hand, placed it on the Tianjia Emperor’s chest, intending to push him away.

But he found that the touch was a bit off.

Hard, it was a gemstone, and a gold chain.

It was that piece of jewelry.

The Tianjia Emperor had actually put it on.

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