SGT CH90: Extra I

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

◎Tentacle-monster Aix laying eggs (advance warning)◎

What did you do with all of these…

Aix’s gaze drifted, unable to answer, so guilty he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.

Mousse pressed down on his claws to keep him from actually digging through the training room.

He changed to an easier question:

“When did you start collecting them?”

“A hundred years ago.”

Aix dropped his head as he answered.

“Why collect these?”

“Nest-building…”

Aix’s voice grew softer and softer.

“For building a nest during your mating period?”

There were indeed some species that had this kind of habit, including the Tianjia in ancient times.

“So, you spent your last mating period sleeping in my clothes?” Mousse asked.

“No!” Aix refuted hurriedly.

How could he treat those precious clothes like that.

At that time, he had only collected four or five pieces, each one treasured.

“I just… held them to sleep.”

The tips of Aix’s ears turned red.

Was there any difference?

Mousse raised a brow.

“Oh, held them, and what else did you do?” Mousse asked. “Did you rub on them?”

Aix’s breath hitched, his heart almost stopping, his gaze dodging as he failed to speak a denial.

“I-I did.”

Mousse grabbed a piece of clothing and pressed it against Aix’s body, stroking him through the fabric.

Aix’s body went rigid in an instant.

Mousse leaned close to his cheek, exhaling by his ear as he asked in a low voice:

“Was it like this?”

“N-no!”

Aix’s expression changed.

He had only dared to gently nudge against it, burying his face to deeply inhale the lingering scent; how would he have dared do something this profane.

His strong body shook with rapid tremors; even the wings on his back were quivering.

Aix collapsed forward onto the floor, his legs kicking spasmodically as if trying to escape.

But his fatal spot was in the male’s hand—how could he escape?

“Not like that?”

Mousse didn’t believe it.

“Don’t lie. The clothes are covered in your pheromone scent.”

The clothes had been washed very clean and preserved well, with no scent left at all.

Mousse was only probing casually, yet Aix flushed red to the roots of his ears, curling up with trembling as a flood of pheromones sprayed out.

This time, the clothes really were covered in Aix’s pheromones.

Mousse admired Aix’s shame-stricken loss of control.

So beautiful.

This side of Aix was very hard to see.

His first time with the Tianjia Emperor had been when his body awakened sexually.

But back then he had lost his ability to distinguish pheromones and his eyes had been covered, so he hadn’t realized that the clumsy technician with the well-developed chest muscles was the Tianjia Emperor.

Afterwards he married into the palace and became the Tianjia Emperor’s consort.

By then the Emperor had already shed his greenness; his moves were smooth and his progress rapid.

When he enjoyed him, he always seemed completely in control.

Even when made a mess of, he could quickly regain his composure.

It was hard to see him like this, utterly out of control and unable to calm down.

While Aix still hadn’t recovered, Mousse opened him up again, leaned down close, and continued:

“Then let’s talk about the videos. Why is it only me in these? I remember quite a few were originally group photos of me with the Tianjia Emperor.”

“He was too much of an eyesore.”

Aix turned his head away with difficulty, not daring to look into the male’s bright eyes.

He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying even more jealous, hateful things.

That would be too ugly…

“Huh? Really? You clearly used to like those photos. You projected them by the bed in the sleeping chamber, changing them every day, and even put them on your desk.”

Mousse didn’t understand.

Aix’s lashes drooped, casting a shadow of pain in his eyes.

He lifted his still-twitching legs to press the male down onto himself, winding him even tighter.

At the same time he raised a hand to hook around the male’s neck, pushing his chest up to offer himself as he begged humbly:

“Please, don’t bring him up at times like this. I’ll do better than he did.”

Mousse didn’t understand what was going on with Aix.

Cutting ties with his former self? Competing?

Trying to surpass the man he used to be?

“Alright, I’m looking forward to it.”

He didn’t understand, but he could still encourage him.

Aix: “I’ll lay more eggs for you.”

“Uh…”

That was really not necessary.

There was no throne to inherit.

Mousse gave a dry laugh. “Let’s just let nature take its course.”

Looking at Aix’s belly, swollen from being thrust up, Mousse felt a little anxious and, like covering his ears while stealing a bell, pressed it down.

A dragon’s mating period would last from a month to half a year.

During that time, depending on the dragon’s physical condition and how satisfied they were, they would go through many waves of heat, on and off.

It would only end once an egg was conceived.

Mousse entered a life more indulgent than even when he’d first awakened sexually.

Every day he woke in Aix’s arms, using the new terminal Aix gave him to watch dramas; it was the fastest and most intuitive way to understand the society two thousand years later.

Aix, for his part, worked online through the terminal in his brain and would sometimes accompany him in watching.

Mousse liked commercial films—no brainpower required, simple and stimulating, just needs to be cool.

Aix’s tastes didn’t match his temperament at all; he didn’t like sci-fi or military films but loved all sorts of bizarre, melodramatic angst romances.

Even when the plot infuriated him, he would keep watching with a frown until the happy ending let him relax.

Aix’s heat came in bursts with no pattern.

Sometimes he would latch onto Mousse in the middle of a film.

This mostly happened when they were watching historical dramas based on the Tianjia Emperor.

Mousse could only abandon his half-watched movie and focus on soothing him.

After finally calming him down, Mousse would go into the connected shower room in the lounge to bathe, casually playing a song describing his love story with the Tianjia Emperor.

Aix would knock on the door again and cling to him without a word.

Mousse could only lift his dragon tail and satisfy him yet again.

Mousse once doubted whether dragon heat was really this frequent.

This chaotic life continued for almost a month.

Until one day Mousse woke from sleep and found he was not enveloped in Aix’s wings, nor were his legs being poked by Aix’s hard tail.

That was truly rare.

Mousse didn’t pay it much mind.

Aix was SSS level, and this was his own warship; nothing serious could happen.

Mousse rolled over, intending to go back to sleep, but pressed down on something soft and very springy.

…Aix had brought in something else to build a nest again.

Mousse reached under the quilt and grabbed a half-transparent, jellylike thing.

“…”

What was this? So weird.

He took a closer look.

Mousse pulled on the jelly-like strip, trying to drag it out.

This “jelly” was extremely elastic and seemed endless; he pulled for a long time and still didn’t reach the end.

Mousse sat up and lifted the quilt.

He saw a transparent tentacle monster occupying most of the mattress and even extending into other parts of the room.

“?!!”

Mousse’s breath caught as his gaze moved down.

He realized his legs were already wrapped up in tentacles.

Why would such a monster appear on the warship?

Mousse immediately wanted to kick that mass of tentacles away.

But the tentacles were clinging to him as if suctioned in place and wouldn’t budge.

The tentacle monster stirred lazily awake from his movements.

The tentacles wriggled, rubbing lightly against him.

A strange sensation came from where they touched, electric tingles spreading through his whole body.

Mousse trembled slightly, a blush creeping over his face.

“G-get off!”

Mousse’s voice almost cracked.

He gathered mental power to attack.

Before the attack was unleashed, all the tentacles froze.

Then, under his gaze, they slowly withdrew.

The translucent body dimmed slightly, actually giving off a kind of pitiful, wronged feeling.

Mousse was sure he felt sadness and grievance from this ball of tentacles.

What’s more, the spiritual fluctuations carrying those emotions felt very familiar.

As familiar as the late husband who had slept beside him for over seven hundred years.

And the same person whose terrible styling sense meant they hadn’t yet been able to register their marriage in this future.

Lively spiritual waves brought over a stream of thoughts.

[Si-si, oow.]

[Was I disliked?]

[How can this be, he was just hugging me to sleep.]

[No Tianjia would like a tentacle monster.]

[Except my female father.]

[So sad…]

All sorts of mental impressions surged around the tentacle monster, perceived by Mousse’s mental power.

“…Aix?” Mousse tried calling.

The tentacles swayed, showing obvious excitement; even their color brightened.

[I’m here.]

[I’m here.]

[Don’t dislike me.]

[Don’t be afraid of me.]

Mousse was dumbfounded.

So it really was Aix.

How had he turned into this?

Could it be he also had some tentacle-monster bloodline?

With questions in his heart, Mousse tentatively extended a finger and poked a tentacle.

Soft and springy, the texture was somewhat like chest muscles in Tianjia and dragon form, but even more elastic.

The tentacle Mousse touched gradually turned pink.

The tip of the tentacle tentatively reached out, twining around and lightly rubbing Mousse’s finger.

[Si-si, I like Si-si so much.]

[Feels so good.]

The other tentacles crowded over too.

[Want to snuggle.]

[Si-si, don’t be afraid of me.]

[If you don’t like it, I’ll change back.]

[Once the eggs are laid, I can change back.]

[Change back and then lay eggs again.]

Was this… split consciousness?

Mousse calmly observed tentacle-monster Aix.

Aix’s consciousness seemed to have split into many parts.

Every tentacle carried a separate consciousness.

They even disagreed with each other sometimes.

Mousse grasped the nearest tentacle.

He extended his mental power to examine it carefully.

The scan showed that each tentacle carried a conscious core.

A bit like an octopus, with a brain in each arm.

Mousse withdrew his mental power.

He found the tentacle in his hand had turned a deep red, and the other tentacles were flushing pink as well.

[Feels so good…]

[I want Si-si to hold me.]

[Squeeze me, squeeze me.]

[Want to lay eggs with Si-si…]

Uh…

Mousse quickly let go.

He didn’t know much else, but the reproductive ability of tentacle monsters was famously top-tier in the universe.

“Calm down.”

Mousse quietly kept his distance.

These eggs couldn’t be laid casually.

But the tentacle monster, already turned pink, had a head full of thoughts about getting close to Mousse.

[Really want to lay eggs with Si-si.]

[Lay more eggs than the Tianjia Emperor did.]

[Replace the Tianjia Emperor.]

[Drive him out of Si-si’s heart.]

[Can’t think that. Si-si is SS-level, his mental power is very strong; he’ll notice.]

[Oh no!]

[Was I found out?]

The tentacles went stiff with tension.

Even the pink on their bodies faded to a dull gray.

They waited rigidly for the male’s verdict.

Mousse was helpless.

He never would have imagined that the usually serious and proper Aix would have such a hyperactive mind.

What did “replace the Tianjia Emperor” mean?

They were clearly the same Tianjia… the same tentacle monster?

It was too chaotic.

Anyway, they shared the same soul.

“Alright, let’s talk seriously.”

Mousse composed his expression and asked this strange tentacle-monster Aix:

“Why did you become like this?”

[You gave me a lot of pheromones, my brood pouch is full.]

[Tianjia and dragons can only lay one egg at a time, two at most.]

[Tentacle monsters can lay many.]

[I want to lay lots and lots of eggs with Si-si.]

[Half like Si-si, half like me.]

So he took on tentacle-monster form in order to lay eggs?

Lay lots of eggs.

And with a tentacle monster, at that.

Even if that tentacle monster was Aix… it really pushed the limits of what he could accept.

Mousse furrowed his brow, looking troubled.

But Aix looked very expectant.

If he showed resistance, it would hurt Aix, wouldn’t it.

Mousse sighed softly and tried asking:

“How do you lay them?”

The thick tentacles surrounding Mousse all retreated together, revealing a shorter tentacle hidden beneath them.

[Here.]

[The only reproductive tentacle.]

[It can lay eggs.]

[Si-si, do you want to see? I can give you a demonstration.]

Mousse’s eyes flew wide in shock.

Was this something you could just “demonstrate”?

[But the eggs aren’t mature yet. If I lay them now, they’ll just be white eggs that can’t hatch into cubs.]

White eggs that wouldn’t hatch.

That line made something stir in Mousse’s heart.

Aix had always said he wanted to lay eggs with him.

But he hadn’t said he wanted to hatch cubs.

A pile of white eggs plus one viable egg would still count as “many eggs”, right?

“Will early egg-laying harm your body?” Mousse asked.

[No.]

[For tentacle monsters, laying eggs is even easier than Tianjia giving birth.]

[It’s as easy as releasing pheromones, no burden at all.]

[I heard laying eggs feels really good…]

[Don’t believe it, it definitely doesn’t feel as good as being held by Si-si.]

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