SGT CH92: Extra I

92 Extra ① Pure-blooded Males and Mixed-blood Tianjia X

◎Tentacle monster sleep molestation, and Mousse’s spiritual tentacle punishment◎

In the room filled with various formal attire, gems, and poster images.

The lights were all out, dark and quiet.

Only the moonlight fluorite by the pillow illuminated a small area.

The beautiful platinum long-haired male lay on his side, facing the fluorite, his eyes closed, long eyelashes casting faint shadows under his eyes, his sleeping face peaceful.

Under the quilt, something was slowly wriggling.

A tentacle crawled into the trouser leg along the male’s ankle, slowly climbing up in circles.

Another tentacle joined in, and the space inside both trouser legs was occupied.

The other tentacles couldn’t squeeze in, so they could only look for other places to attach.

They chose a position higher up.

Some wrapped around the male’s wrists, rubbing slowly.

Some brushed past the hem of the pajamas, some burrowed at the waistband.

The bolder ones climbed up along the male’s neck and came to his lips.

The tip rubbed against the lips, tentatively probing in. Naturally blocked by the teeth.

The mucus secreted from the tip of the tentacle stained the male’s lips bright red. In repeated persistent attempts, it successfully knocked open the gate.

Under the faint light of the moonlight fluorite, a slight blush appeared on the male’s cheeks, and his butterfly-like eyelashes trembled gently.

Mousse had a dream.

In the dream, he and Aix were playing by the seaside. The sun was intense, and he was terribly thirsty.

Aix took out a large bag of suckable jelly from somewhere to quench his thirst.

Mousse hugged the jelly, unscrewed the cap with his teeth, and sucked on it.

But the opening of this jelly package was too small, and the jelly itself was too tough. Mousse sucked for a long time, but only managed to suck up a small section.

There was quite a lot of juice, especially sweet, cool and refreshing, quenching his thirst.

Mousse was made groggy by the cool sweet juice.

He was somewhat curious about the flavor of this jelly.

It wasn’t the common fruit flavors on the market.

Cool and refreshing with a faint sweet scent, inexplicably reminding him of Aix’s full chest after giving birth to cubs.

In the room, the male emitted sweet pheromones.

Stimulated by the pheromones, the originally relatively well-behaved tentacles all became excited.

The tentacles coiled nearby followed the scent, and just by touching a little, the entire tentacle turned bright red.

[It’s Si-si’s scent.]

[Love it, so delicious, want more.]

The tentacles tried hard to make the male emit more sweet pheromones.

But no matter what they did, the pheromones emitted were limited, simply unable to satisfy so many tentacles.

The tentacle monster was anxious, wanting to swallow the male whole.

But how to swallow?

Although every tentacle tip could release mucus, only one tentacle could truly open up.

The tentacle used for laying eggs.

The tentacle monster moved the special tentacle that had long been poised for action up.

The tentacle that had previously found it extremely difficult to lay an egg, now under the effect of pheromones, contracted and expanded, gradually opening up, completely wrapping around that source of pheromones.

Under the illumination of the moonlight fluorite, Mousse groaned, his beautiful brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes tinged with color, breathtakingly bright and beautiful.

Pheromones with the sweet scent of flowers, fruits and wood were released, filling the entire tentacle.

…

Mousse slowly opened his eyes.

Obviously just slept, but his limbs were weak, terribly tired.

As if he had fought with someone in his sleep.

Mousse couldn’t recall what he had dreamed of.

Only remembering messy dreams one after another, exhausting him.

The room’s sensor light sensed his awakening and lit up.

Mousse closed his eyes against the sudden brightness.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, but felt his arm exceptionally heavy.

Finally, he moved his hand out of the quilt.

Mousse saw the tentacle wrapped around his wrist.

Stunned for a moment.

Only then, remembering this was Aix.

He raised his other hand, wanting to pull the tentacle off.

Only to find another tentacle wrapped around the other hand too.

Mousse: “…”

Resigned, no wonder he slept so tiredly.

Both tentacles glowed a pale pink, crystal clear and exceptionally full, looking like they had received excellent energy replenishment.

Presumably, it rested very well last night.

In sharp contrast to Mousse who had weird dreams all night.

It took some effort to untie the two tentacles.

Even like this, Aix still hadn’t woken up, tentacles drooping softly on him, looking satisfied.

Mousse was a bit unhappy and wanted to wake Aix up.

Lifting the quilt, he found his top had piled up on his chest at some point, revealing a large patch of fair skin.

Mousse quickly pulled the clothes down.

At the same time puzzled, was his sleeping posture so bad?

Actually sleeping his clothes into this state?

Looking down again, he saw the large mass of tentacles entangled at his waist.

Are these knotted?

He thought his sleeping posture was bad; the tentacle monster version of Aix’s sleeping posture seemed even worse.

Mousse was both angry and helpless, and could only reach out to untie them one by one.

Some were tangled randomly and needed to be straightened out.

Some needed to be pulled out of his pants.

After pulling several tentacles out of his pants, Mousse’s face became unusually ugly.

“Ai, x!”

Mousse’s voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

The tentacle monster, deep in sleep after being satisfied, trembled and woke up leisurely.

[Mm Si-si, fragrant Si-si, delicious.]

[Rub against Si-si.]

[Si-si’s expression is so terrifying…]

[Finished, finished, disliked.]

The tentacles gathered in panic.

Many tentacle tips gathered at the top, as if hugging their head in panic.

A tentacle tentatively reached out, wanting to touch Mousse.

But was stepped on directly by Mousse.

“Speak, what did you do, confess honestly!”

Mousse said sternly, grinding the tentacle under his foot hard.

Immediately finding it turned red.

Mousse thought he had stepped on it too hard and broke it, quickly retracting his leg.

Only to see that red color spreading upwards continuously.

In the blink of an eye, the entire tentacle monster turned pink.

The whole body seemed to be bubbling with pink bubbles.

[Si-si stepped on me, love it.]

[So cool.]

Mousse: “…”

He shouldn’t have worried about Aix.

[Slept holding Si-si last night, fragrant Si-si.]

[I just rubbed, ate nothing.]

[It was all eaten by the reproductive tentacle, not us.]

[I was eaten by Si-si, so excited.]

Mousse listened to their words and laughed in anger.

“Good, it seems you had a very wonderful night.”

Mousse grabbed a tentacle, dragged the tentacle monster over, about to teach him a hard lesson.

The tentacle monster shrank in fright, all consciousness gathered.

Form changed abruptly.

Turned into a Tianjia.

Mousse stared at the black-haired, red-eyed, naked sturdy Tianjia in front of him, narrowing his eyes.

“Aix.”

Aix supported his head with one hand.

The split consciousness suddenly merged, causing him a moment of confusion.

But seeing the male’s somber face, he didn’t care about anything else and hurriedly explained:

“Don’t be angry, my consciousness split at that time, self-control wasn’t enough…”

“Self-control wasn’t enough… doesn’t that just show that you originally wanted to do this in your heart?”

Mousse was in a fit of anger, pushed him with his hand, pinning him to the ground.

“Remember what you did to me here?”

Mousse asked.

Did what…

In the dark, under the cover of the quilt, he did whatever he wanted.

Aix’s eyes dodged, feeling extremely guilty.

“…Remember.”

“That’s good.”

Mousse curled the corners of his mouth, mobilized his mental power, condensing several materialized spiritual tentacles.

What Aix did to him, he wanted Aix to experience personally too.

And he would go even further.

He wanted to enter Aix thoroughly while he was awake.

Mousse controlled the spiritual tentacles to bind Aix’s hands and feet, pressing against him, saying:

“If there’s anything I don’t do well later, please correct me, Marshal.”

Aix couldn’t move, looking back at those spiritual tentacles, swallowing unconsciously.

So many, if eating them all, even he, an SSS-level Tianjia with extremely strong recovery power, would find it hard to bear.

However, he couldn’t resist, nor did he want to resist.

As long as it was Mousse, anything was fine.

However, Aix still underestimated the impact of SS-level mental power on him.

When that spiritual tentacle touched his skin, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The chaotic and empty mental domain surged with strong fluctuations.

Both fearing such powerful mental power, and expecting to be thoroughly violated by such a powerful male.

“Scared now? Too late.”

The intimidating mental power pressed down.

Mousse fixed him with spiritual tentacles, secretly stuffed a pillow under him, and continued with a straight face:

“This is your punishment, you can only endure.”

Indeed hard to endure.

Aix bit his lip thinking.

He needed extreme restraint not to humbly call out that title, not to make a sound begging the male to give.

·

Mousse used mental power to suppress Aix, venting his anger severely.

He thought that after it was over, Aix would avoid him.

After all, Tianjia, where females were supreme, would instinctively reject being suppressed and controlled.

But for the next few days, Aix stuck to his side, acting composed, even closer to him.

Occasionally blurting out “male lord”, scaring Mousse so much he almost bit his tongue.

“What is wrong with you?”

Mousse suspected Aix was possessed by some Zerg female insect.

Aix was puzzled, “What are you referring to?”

Again.

Always using honorifics with him.

Usually it was Mousse addressing the Tianjia Emperor like this.

Aix’s change gave Mousse an uncomfortable feeling that their identities were reversed.

“Why call me ‘male lord’?”

Mousse asked.

“Didn’t you propose this?”

Aix held his hand and said:

“I honor you as male lord, and you are possessed by me.”

Mousse: “?”

Did he say such a thing?

“You mean… you call me male lord, I call you female master, we address each other separately?”

Mousse tried to analyze.

Aix’s eyes lit up.

He had never thought of this.

Initially, he thought Mousse was an insect-manufactured male and wanted to carry out a Zerg marriage with him to control him.

Taking a step back, it was just him calling Mousse male lord, while Mousse became the male exclusively belonging to him.

Female master or something, Aix didn’t dare to think about it at all.

“C-can I? If you call me female master, then the Tianjia Emperor…”

The Tianjia Emperor would be thoroughly an ex-husband then.

Aix tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth rising, showing a troubled look as if considering very much for Mousse.

Mousse: “…”

Hey, your spirit is happy enough to take off!

Really couldn’t understand why Aix always treated “Tianjia Emperor” as an imaginary enemy.

“You and the Tianjia Emperor are the same Tianjia, having the same soul.” Mousse said.

“Okay, I understand.”

Aix gazed at the beautiful male in front of him with a smile.

He actually didn’t understand any soul.

Maybe he really atavized to the bloodline of that Tianjia Emperor.

The Tianjia Emperor’s consciousness revived in him.

This was not important.

What he cared about was whether Mousse would stay by his side, whether he would love him.

At least, now and in the future, the one accompanying Mousse was him.

And would only be him.

·

Aix’s mating period lasted for a month.

Until pregnancy was detected, this long mating period was declared over.

Mousse suspected Aix’s mating period could have ended long ago, just deliberately clinging to him.

Because when pregnancy was detected, the egg in Aix’s belly was already three weeks old.

If pregnant with an egg, the mating period would end.

Then Aix should have ended the mating period three weeks ago.

But looking at Aix’s posture, he seemed to plan to mate with him for a lifetime.

Their bedroom was almost arranged by him into a strange nest.

Mousse looked at Aix projecting their wedding photo on the headboard, not wanting to comment on his old-fashioned behavior.

Changed the topic.

“So, will you give birth to a Tianjia cub or a dragon cub? It won’t be a tentacle monster, right?”

“Don’t you like tentacle monsters?” Aix turned back to ask.

“Not really, I’ve never raised a tentacle monster.”

Mousse knew nothing about the habits of tentacle monsters, worried he couldn’t raise it well.

Aix actually didn’t understand tentacle monsters either.

His own tentacle monster bloodline was only ten percent, living in Tianjia form usually.

And his male father was extremely socially anxious, rarely contacting him.

If he really gave birth to a cub dominated by tentacle monster bloodline, he should go back and ask his female father.

“Are you interested in going to my hometown?”

Aix said: “I want to introduce my male father and female father to you.”

According to Aix’s observation, Mousse didn’t reject tentacle monsters.

Although his male father was socially anxious and resisted face-to-face interaction, he was very happy to conduct spiritual communication.

A spiritually powerful SS male and a psychic-type tentacle monster.

They might have common topics.

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[Author’s Note]

This extra ends here.

The next extra is: If Mousse was born three hundred years earlier and was exchanged by Aix, who was still a lieutenant general, and taken home to be raised (written from Aix’s perspective).

This extra will be shorter.

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After this text is finished, maybe I will write an extra about “If Mousse were a tentacle monster”.

Little tentacle monster Mousse was captured and raised by Tianjia/Zerg Aix.

After adulthood, the tentacle monster’s breeding instinct is stimulated, instinctively looking for a carrier.

Thus, laying eggs inside dear owner Aix.

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