SGT CH87: Extra I

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

◎Not enough technique, make up for it with depth, unbelievably enthusiastic◎

Aix left suddenly, and Mousse was bored alone in the room, so he changed his clothes and went out.

The corridor was empty, with no one around.

Mousse looked around and walked towards the direction where the spiritual fluctuations were most active.

“Come again! Beat him!”

“Stand up, don’t be a coward!”

As soon as Mousse approached, he saw a scene in full swing.

On the ring, two muscular soldiers were engaged in close combat, surrounded by enthusiastic spectators below the stage.

“Awesome! As expected of a mixed-blood Tianjia! One of the races with the strongest combat power.”

Mixed-blood Tianjia…

Mousse looked up at the stage.

One was a monster with blue skin, an octopus head, and slippery tentacles.

The other was a burly man with wheat-colored skin and a pair of long ears on top of his head.

“Which one is the mixed-blood Tianjia?”

Mousse wondered in a low voice.

The burly man with long ears on his head suddenly turned his head, his blood-red eyes meeting Mousse’s.

Mm, standard red eyes of high-level Tianjia females.

Mousse knew which one was the mixed-blood Tianjia.

He blinked, looking at the mixed-blood Tianjia with curiosity.

A mix of Tianjia and what race…

Under Mousse’s scrutiny, the dark ears half-drooping on the mixed-blood Tianjia’s head suddenly stood up.

At this moment, the blue tentacles under the octopus head’s clothes attacked him.

The long-eared mixed-blood Tianjia suddenly grabbed the attacking tentacles, exerted force abruptly, and threw the octopus together with the tentacles off the ring.

He supported himself on the edge of the ring and jumped down as well.

“Major General Nolan, don’t go, let’s have another match.”

“No, I have urgent business.”

The mixed-blood Tianjia named Nolan passed through the crowd and walked towards Mousse.

He stopped in front of Mousse, his long ears standing high, with not-so-obvious blushes on his cheeks. His hands hanging by his sides were clenched nervously as he asked apprehensively and expectantly:

“Hello, are you the new doctor?”

“Why do you ask?”

Mousse was happy to communicate with his Tianjia kin from two thousand years later.

“This is Marshal Aix’s warship. Besides soldiers, there are only doctors on board. The Marshal is very strict with the army and doesn’t allow outsiders on the spaceship. And you don’t look like a soldier, so you can only be a doctor.”

Oh, Aix ran the army strictly and didn’t allow outsiders on the spaceship.

Mousse wanted to laugh a little, his eyes curving.

Not allowing outsiders on the spaceship, then what was he?

Oh, he indeed wasn’t an outsider; he was Aix’s partner.

“Mm, I am indeed… a doctor, from the psychiatric department.”

The kind with a mental groomer’s license.

“That means I can go to you for psychological counseling?”

Nolan couldn’t hide his expectation, looking at Mousse eagerly, “Doctor, I think I really need your psychological counseling.”

Why psychological counseling?

Not mental combing?

Just as Mousse was puzzled, a tall figure blocked him, separating him from the long-eared mixed-blood Tianjia.

Aix gripped the male’s hand, his crimson eyes looking at the mixed-blood Tianjia in front of him with anger.

“Major General Nolan, violating military regulations by communicating with outsiders in the army. Penalty: copy military regulations 20 times, double daily training.”

“Ah? Marshal, I didn’t…”

When were there outsiders in the army?

Nolan doubted himself, not even suspecting the blonde beauty he had just communicated with.

“Refusing to admit it, daily training increased by five times.”

Aix left a cold sentence and dragged the male away.

·

Aix pushed the male into the room, closed the door, his chest heaving, staring at the male with a pair of crimson eyes.

There was some anger of being betrayed in his eyes.

“As expected of a male from the Zerg race. plotting against me isn’t enough, you even want to repeat the old trick and seduce a Major General in my army… Can’t I satisfy your appetite?”

The last question actually carried some hurt emotions.

“I just exchanged a few words with him.”

Mousse knew very well how easily Aix’s jealousy could be overturned, so he kept a distance from others from beginning to end.

But if even talking wasn’t allowed, it was too overbearing.

“And I’m not Zerg, I’m Tianjia.” Mousse said.

“You smiled at him!”

Aix’s expression distorted for a moment, “Smiling so charmingly…”

Enough to sting the eyes of onlookers.

Mousse: “…”

This seemed to be praising him, right?

Could this argument continue?

Aix closed his eyes, suppressing the overly boiling emotions, and said coldly:

“Mixed-blood Tianjia males will have obvious alien characteristics on their bodies. You can’t be Tianjia.”

Male Tianjia were physically fragile, so when devouring alien genes for reproduction, they would deliberately retain the parts of the alien body that enhanced physical constitution.

After years of development, the bodies of mixed-blood Tianjia males became stronger and stronger, while their mental power weakened.

“So I’m not a mixed-blood Tianjia.”

Mousse approached him, pressing his hand on Aix’s heaving chest to calm him down, and said:

“I am a fragile pure-blooded Tianjia male.”

Being touched by him like this, Aix’s mind suddenly went blank, and his body reacted before his thoughts.

“You, don’t always think about seducing me.”

Aix retreated abruptly, pressing the male onto the sofa to sit.

What did he mean by him always wanting to seduce? It was clearly Aix whose head was filled with pheromones.

The room was full of pheromones emitted by Aix. Mousse’s pheromones were also mobilized, and he felt his face a bit hot.

But at this moment, Aix left his side, sat upright opposite him, and said with a straight face:

“I’m going to interrogate you now.”

As Aix spoke, he crossed his legs to cover his reaction, straightening his back a bit more.

So serious on the surface, but pheromones were actually flowing all the time.

Mousse could easily see through Aix’s cover-up.

He didn’t even need to look; he could feel the room full of pheromones with his eyes closed.

“Oh, alright, I accept the interrogation.”

Role-playing, Mousse was very familiar with it.

“What does the officer want to know?”

He sat upright cooperatively, but used his shoe to hook Aix’s calf under the table.

Aix’s eyes widened suddenly, his vision slightly unfocused, cheeks flushed, still gritting his teeth, holding on to interrogate:

“Your name.”

“Mousse.”

Mousse treated this as a game, answering this meaningless question cooperatively.

Mousse, the name of that Tianjia Empress.

Aix’s gaze fell on the male’s face. He indeed looked exactly like the Tianjia Empress in historical images, but he couldn’t be him.

Who would be a person from history?

“I mean, your real name.” Aix said.

“But my name is Mousse.” Mousse was puzzled.

Aix saw that he wasn’t lying and was stunned for a moment.

True, how could an insect-manufactured male have his own name.

Aix felt sad for him.

When he spoke again, even his voice was much lighter, as if afraid of scaring the pitiful male in front of him if it was too heavy.

“Is this… the name they gave you?”

Or rather, a code name.

“I named myself.” Mousse said.

The Male Raising Institute wanted to name him.

But Tianjia cubs had self-awareness and inherited memories after breaking the shell. Mousse didn’t accept the name given by the Male Raising Institute; he wanted to use the name he chose himself.

There was more heartache in Aix’s eyes.

“Okay, Mousse. This is a very beautiful name, as beautiful as you. Can I call you Si-si?” Aix asked.

Mousse nodded, “You’ve always called me that.”

Aix was stunned.

“…What?”

“You’ve always called me Si-si.”

Mousse rested his chin on his hand and looked at him.

“To be precise, it was after we got married. My friends all call me ‘Mu-mu’, only you like to call me ‘Si-si’.”

Aix was silent for a long while, looked at the male who looked normal and without any strange color, and secretly input into the terminal implanted in his brain:

Do insect-manufactured males have delusions?

The answers searched were varied.

Some said insect-manufactured males were illegal; once discovered, they should be reported immediately and handed over to relevant departments for disposal.

Some said insect-manufactured males were unstable, physically fragile, prone to diseases and various malfunctions.

Some insect-manufactured males would think they were real males, expecting to enter the marriage hall with the buyer and become his real male lord.

Aix’s consciousness stayed on the last two items.

Physically fragile, prone to illness.

Expecting to marry, becoming a male lord…

“You’re spacing out.”

Mousse noticed the change in Aix’s spiritual fluctuation and was a bit displeased.

He intensified the movement under his feet, grinding down hard.

Aix groaned, pheromones gushing out suddenly, body trembling violently, unable to maintain sitting upright anymore, collapsing onto the table.

Mousse rubbed his shoe stained with pheromones on the floor, resting his chin on his hand to admire Aix’s appearance at this moment.

Admiring his masterpiece.

After a long time, Aix calmed down.

He slowly propped up his body from the table, tidied his messy clothes, looked at the male opposite with crimson eyes, his gaze complicated.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

“You are undocumented. If you want to get married, you need to register for household registration first… I will handle these for you.”

Marrying an insect-manufactured male was simply crazy.

This would become a huge handle for other forces to attack him.

But the male in front of him looked forward to marrying him so much, he couldn’t refuse.

“However, I won’t call you male lord.”

Aix’s face was tense, his hands under the table rubbing his clothes uneasily, but his words were firm.

“I will never kneel at your feet like a Zerg female, nor will I allow you to bring back a bunch of female concubines and slaves. Don’t even think about it.”

Why bring this up suddenly?

Mousse was puzzled.

Was it because of the possession issue mentioned during the last quarrel?

“Okay.”

Mousse said: “You don’t have to call me male lord, and I don’t have to be possessed by you.”

Aix’s expression changed abruptly, staring at him.

“Is this your answer? Is it an exchange?”

“Mm… I guess so.” Mousse said.

Aix’s chest heaved, but he couldn’t say words of refusal ruthlessly.

He couldn’t give up this male.

But if the price was to make him honor the other party as male lord…

The dominant bloodline that revered females made him unwilling to give up himself and submit at a male’s feet.

“I can’t give you an answer.”

Aix got up, ready to leave.

“Eh?” Mousse was shocked, “Are you just leaving like this?”

“Is there anything else.”

Aix turned back, his expression cold and firm.

“You’re too much. How can you just ignore me after enjoying yourself?”

Mousse was indignant, spreading his knees to show him.

Aix’s breath hitched, and the tips of his ears turned red instantly.

In this situation, he indeed couldn’t just walk away.

Aix turned around, walked forward stiffly, squatted down in front of the male, reached out to undo it, and swallowed.

Amidst the rich pheromones, Mousse reached out to touch his short hair and praised sincerely:

“Aix, so amazing.”

Although the technique was a mess, Aix was ruthless enough to himself, not caring about his throat at all. Not enough technique, make up for it with depth, unbelievably enthusiastic.

The strong physique and super recovery power of SSS level also gave him the confidence to do so.

Aix looked up at him, his already bright red ear tips becoming even redder.

But his expression was still very serious.

Although in this situation, no matter how serious he was, it seemed very improper.

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