SGT CH88: Extra I

88: Extra ① Pure-blooded Males and Mixed-blood Tianjia X

◎He has tentacle monster bloodline, very strong egg-laying ability◎

It was impossible for Aix to call a male “male lord”.

Impossible to abandon himself and bow and scrape for a male.

But when the male, entering him to the point where he lost control, mentioned he was too indifferent and wanted him to make a sound.

Aix was still thrust into a breakdown and called out that title.

…

When Mousse woke up, the Tianjia by his pillow was gone.

The lifted quilt hadn’t even been smoothed out, showing how panicked the departure was.

Did something happen?

Mousse was a bit worried and lost his sleepiness, getting up to wash and comb his hair.

His long hair wasn’t easy to manage, especially when he was alone.

The previous Aix would fight to braid his hair, pushing the attendants aside, but the current Aix didn’t have this awareness.

Mousse simply combed his hair and gave up the idea of braiding.

Putting down the comb, Mousse looked in the mirror and found a red mark on the side of his neck.

That was left by Aix last night when he lost control in the waves of lovemaking.

At that time, Aix clung to his neck, his body trembling almost spasmodically, his expression both longing and struggling, calling him “male lord” as if begging or despairing.

Male lord…

It was hard to imagine Aix calling him that.

As the Tianjia Emperor, Aix was always very serious and upright.

Even after being married to him for many years, he cared extremely about his image, having a strange idol burden… or rather, a female master burden?

Refusing to reveal his fragile side.

In bed, Aix was always forbearing, rarely making sounds, only uttering a few broken tones when he couldn’t bear it.

The more he was like this, the more Mousse liked to tease him, forcing him to make sounds.

Yet Aix was extremely indulgent and doting towards him.

Even if he felt he had made too many sounds damaging his image, he would only sulk alone afterwards.

As soon as Mousse entangled him, he immediately threw those thoughts to the back of his head, opening himself to accept him.

Occasionally, Mousse would also express his thoughts straightforwardly, hoping Aix would stop suppressing himself and make more sounds, even if just calling his name.

At this time, Aix would gaze at him obsessively and unbearably, calling him Si-si, male lord, Empress, Imperial Concubine, Doctor, Your Highness in a low voice…

The specific address depended on Aix’s level of confusion at the time.

But calling him “male lord” was the first time.

This was a title that Aix could only call out when he was entered to the point of losing all reason.

No wonder Aix left early in the morning.

He was probably sulking somewhere right now.

Should he go coax him?

·

In the training room, Aix was undergoing the highest difficulty simulation training.

Relying on physical strength, he withstood the attacks of cosmic beasts time and time again, then killed and tore them apart.

In the past, fighting could always calm him down quickly, empty his brain, think of nothing, immerse himself in fighting and killing, and enjoy the most primitive and extreme pleasure.

But this time it didn’t seem to have any effect.

His mind was full of that beautiful male.

It was him calling out “male lord” tremblingly and pleadingly when he was driven to a breakdown.

A huge meteorite monster attacked. Aix suddenly spread his wings behind his back, flew up, and smashed a fist onto the head of the meteorite-shaped monster. Powerful force exploded inside the monster, shattering it into powder.

Aix landed on the ground, panting low, still feeling it wasn’t enough, wanting to fight again.

But he felt heat surging in his abdomen.

He looked down and saw crimson dragon patterns spreading on his abdomen, extending all the way to his bulging chest.

Aix was stunned.

His estrus period was approaching.

Why did it have to be at this time…

There was twenty percent dragon blood in his body.

Dragons had a mating period every hundred years, which was a very important stage in a dragon’s life.

When the mating period arrived, they would search the world for a partner, build a nest, spend the heat tide with the partner, and breed offspring.

Aix had experienced a mating period once and knew how difficult it was.

Dragons in the mating period almost lost their reason, their minds filled only with their chosen partner.

Aix recalled the partner he had chosen in his last mating period and felt ashamed.

Beep beep—

A notification sound rang; someone requested to enter the training room.

This was a super S-level training room, usually only used by Aix, so there was no possibility of entering by mistake.

Nor would anyone come to disturb him in his training room.

Although puzzled, Aix still agreed to the request.

As soon as the door opened, Aix regretted it.

The male’s scent entered Aix’s perception earlier than the person himself.

Aix’s body went weak for a moment.

If the simulation training hadn’t been turned off, in his current state, he would definitely have been swallowed by the cosmic beasts.

“You’ve been in there for a long time. Even if it’s training, you don’t need to push so hard.”

Mousse walked forward.

Aix turned his head, his gaze falling on the male’s familiar face, feeling somewhat dazed for a moment.

A hundred years passed, and his aesthetic hadn’t changed a bit.

Meeting his dazed gaze, Mousse was puzzled.

“What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

He raised his hand to touch Aix’s cheek, frowning slightly.

“Your face is so hot… are you sick?”

His gaze moved up and saw the horns on Aix’s head.

Two domineering, long black horns.

“What is this?” Mousse was astonished.

It was the first time he saw parts on Aix that obviously didn’t belong to Tianjia.

Mousse knew that only mixed-bloods remained in the current Tianjia race.

Aix must also be a mixed-blood Tianjia.

But Aix had always appeared in front of him in the form of an ordinary Tianjia, so he never thought about what kind of mixed-blood Aix was.

Looking at it this way, the wings behind Aix were also obviously different from Tianjia’s wings.

Tianjia’s wings were covered with hard armor, while the wings in front of him were composed of wing bones and wing membranes.

“Dragon horns,” Aix explained to him:

“I have dragon blood in me. Not sick, just… the mating period is coming soon.”

As he spoke, Aix unconsciously moved his wings, enveloping the male in front of him, shrouding him in his embrace in a confining posture.

“Mating period…”

Mousse had heard of this term.

In Tianjia’s history, mating periods actually existed.

In ancient times, when the mating period arrived, males and females would pair up briefly.

Males impregnated females to lay as many Tianjia eggs as possible.

Females at that time had stronger fertility, able to lay over a hundred eggs at once.

To provide pheromones and mental power for all eggs, males would often exhaust their energy and die.

The stronger females were responsible for hatching and raising all the eggs.

After entering the interstellar era, female fertility declined, and the number of males became pitifully small, so this ancient custom gradually disappeared.

Hearing Aix mention the mating period, Mousse subconsciously looked at Aix’s abdomen, showing awe.

“Will you lay many eggs?”

Mousse began to think, with his SS-level mental power, how many eggs could he provide mental power and pheromones for?

A hundred? Or two hundred?

What to do after that?

The interstellar era was different from ancient times; just giving them food wasn’t enough to survive. Raising cubs burned money.

Could Aix afford to raise so many cubs?

“You want me to lay eggs?”

Aix gazed at him and asked.

“Is this something I can decide by wanting or not?” Mousse worried.

There were many treasures in his spatial button, treasures from more than two thousand years ago, which would only be more valuable now.

Used as a child-rearing fund, it should be enough to raise many cubs.

But having money to raise cubs wasn’t enough; it also required a lot of time, energy, and love.

Aix wasn’t the type to have patience with cubs; he would definitely be annoyed to death by them.

“Can we lay fewer?” Mousse asked distressingly.

“Why, are you unwilling to lay eggs with me?”

Influenced by the mating heat, Aix’s abdomen was terribly hot, and his longing was intense.

He approached, restricting the male between his body with his wings, his eyes slightly dark, saying:

“I even called you…”

Aix found it difficult to say that title. The male’s resistance at this time made him feel even more embarrassed and sad.

He even called him male lord, yet the male still refused to lay eggs with him.

“I mean… lay a few less.” A few hundred million less.

Mousse whispered.

Dragons, like Tianjia in the interstellar era, had difficulty reproducing, and only stayed with their partners during the mating period. It was rare to have an egg in centuries.

Aix couldn’t understand the “lay less” Mousse mentioned for a moment.

But it was just “lay less”, not “not lay”.

Did this mean the male was willing to spend the mating period with him and have offspring with him?

Aix’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. He leaned close to the male’s ear, rubbing against him gently, and asked in a low voice:

“How many do you want me to lay.”

In ancient times, females often laid at least a hundred eggs during the mating period.

“Ten… ten?”

Mousse said very spinelessly.

Aix was stunned.

Is this laying less?

Calculating based on the lifespan of SSS-level Tianjia and the extremely low fertility of high-level Tianjia… even if he stayed with the male for a lifetime, a thousand years, he couldn’t lay ten eggs.

However…

Aix’s gaze drifted.

He also had a tentacle monster bloodline.

Very strong egg-laying ability.

It was just that the reputation of the tentacle monster race wasn’t very good in the entire universe.

Many races feared tentacle monsters.

His male father was a very introverted tentacle monster. When he was a juvenile, he was captured and kept by his female father.

Perhaps because his female father, a mix of Tianjia and dragon, had too strong combat power, she often hunted cosmic beasts to add meals for his male father.

Raising the little tentacle monster that was initially like jelly into a galaxy lord-type monster.

But still socially anxious, only staying on the original planet and refusing to move.

Cubs were being born constantly though.

Every time Aix went back to visit his female and male fathers, his female father had eggs in her belly.

Aix couldn’t even count how many siblings he had.

Was it 107 or 109?

This was the result of his male father, who was so socially anxious that he didn’t even want to contact cubs, restraining himself.

The reproductive ability of tentacle monsters was among the best in the entire universe.

Aix hesitated and said:

“Laying ten is also possible, just… my form will change a little, don’t be afraid.”

Mousse had seen Aix’s original form as a Tianjia. Even if he changed from Tianjia to dragon, there was nothing to be afraid of.

“I’m not afraid.”

Mousse asked: “What should I do next? Fill you up?”

Aix trembled all over, stimulated to release pheromones.

“No.”

Aix gritted his teeth, enduring the desire, and said:

“Get married first. I have already processed your identity and household registration information. Just register online, it will be quick.”

Aix called up the registration page, gritted his teeth, and said:

“The Galaxy Alliance where I am doesn’t have the marriage model of the Zerg. I can call you privately… behind closed doors, you can do whatever you want to me. But once out the door, I am your partner, your only partner. You can’t look for other female insects, Tianjia, or females of other races.”

Mousse looked at the page Aix displayed in front of him.

It was actually “partner”.

“I like this word.” Mousse said with a smile.

Aix didn’t understand, scanning the screen.

Liked which word?

Anyway, as long as the male was willing to accept it.

Aix was very worried that the male would refuse, or make demands he couldn’t accept.

He had even called out “male lord”.

Continuing the standoff, he would lose everything.

Aix prepared formal attire for the wedding photo registration.

“How about this one.”

Aix selected a taken photo and handed it to the male for confirmation with expectation.

Mousse wasn’t very satisfied.

“Not as good-looking as my previous wedding photo.”

“Must be because the hair wasn’t braided well. Aix, braid my hair for me.”

Mousse turned his head to look at the Tianjia beside him, but saw him standing stiffly in the distance, his eyes… so strange, so terrifying.

“Previous wedding photo…”

Aix ground these words carefully, almost crushing his teeth.

“You were married before?!”

“…Yes, yes I was.”

Mousse couldn’t hide it.

“I had a partner and six cubs.”

Does this count as a second marriage?

Mousse wasn’t sure.

“Anyway, you are also on your second marriage.”

Mousse muttered softly.

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