SGT CH156: The Shadow Guard Wants to be My…

Shadow One was too easily satisfied. He naively believed a simple promise.

Mousse was frustrated by his overly trusting nature and inability to fight for his own interests.

Since Shadow One didn’t know how to do it, Mousse had to do it himself.

Mousse immediately ordered Shadow One’s rank to be raised to Noble Consort.

Consort Ai’s promotion speed was enough to make everyone click their tongues.

Starting directly as a Consort.

Conferred as Consort without pregnancy, conferred as Noble Consort upon pregnancy.

If he gave birth to a child, wouldn’t he be directly established as Empress?

This was exactly Mousse’s thought.

Even to reassure Shadow One, while writing the edict conferring him as Noble Consort, he also wrote the edict establishing him as Empress.

However, the edict establishing the Empress couldn’t be promulgated for the time being.

He only showed it to Shadow One privately and let Shadow One keep it himself.

Although not yet promulgated, they both knew that this edict would be announced to the world sooner or later.

Holding the edict written by the Emperor himself, Shadow One only felt that it was incredibly hot.

“What are you thinking about? Didn’t you want to watch me all the time and get closer to me? The position of Empress is close enough, right?”

Mousse held his hand and asked.

Shadow One’s gaze fell on the Emperor smiling at him, his expression dazed, as if in a dream.

No, this was absolutely not his dream.

This was content he didn’t even dare to imagine in his dreams.

He absolutely dared not dream such an absurd dream.

And all of this was actually reality.

“Your Majesty, why…”

Shadow One didn’t understand why His Majesty wanted to give him these.

Just because he was pregnant with the dragon heir?

But His Majesty was the master of the world, possessing everything. If he wanted children, he could select beautiful women to fill the harem.

His Majesty also had the sacred tree and pregnancy fruits, allowing anyone he wanted to bear dragon heirs for him, even men.

The dragon heir in his belly, which he begged for, was not irreplaceable to His Majesty.

Even more so… the first thing His Majesty wrote was not the edict establishing the Crown Prince, but the edict establishing him as Empress.

It seemed as if the importance of establishing him as Empress was higher than establishing the Crown Prince.

Or rather, establishing him as Empress was His Majesty’s true goal.

“This is inherently what I should do.”

Mousse said.

He couldn’t let Shadow One be his ordinary consort forever.

Although “Consort Ai” sounded nice too, and there would only be Shadow One in his harem.

But liking someone meant wanting to give them the best.

Among all the ranks of harem concubines, the position of Empress was the highest and most deeply bound to the Emperor.

Husband and wife, partners, unique.

Mousse wanted to mark Shadow One all over.

To let the whole world know that Shadow One belonged to him, and only him.

The position of Empress was the most suitable.

And…

“I want to be buried with you after death.”

Mousse looked into Shadow One’s eyes and said seriously:

“Shadow One, protect me and stay with me for a lifetime while alive. After death, accompany me and sleep with me forever, okay?”

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Shadow One’s eyes flickered with fragmented light, full of emotion.

Everything today was more beautiful than a dream to him.

His master actually wanted to stay with him for a lifetime, and even wanted to be buried together after death.

Shadow One nodded without hesitation, promising with anticipation and longing:

“I will be martyred for Your Majesty!”

Huh?

No…

How did the topic veer off to martyrdom and being buried alive with the dead?

Mousse’s expression froze, his head full of question marks.

“No no no, you misunderstood, no need for you to be martyred. We don’t do live burials.”

Mousse hurried to remedy the situation.

“I mean, after a hundred years, we will be buried together.”

If he didn’t explain, with Shadow One’s single-minded nature, he would really slit his throat to follow him after he left.

“Whether you go before me or after me, you will be buried with me.”

Selfishly speaking, Mousse hoped Shadow One would live a long, long time, longer than him.

Because if Shadow One went before him, he absolutely wouldn’t be able to bear it.

But such thoughts were too selfish.

He couldn’t accept losing Shadow One, so how could Shadow One accept losing him?

Shadow One had no connection with the Second Prince; even if there was, they were enemies.

Back then, when Shadow One was exiled from the palace by him, he went straight to the mass grave, not to be martyred for the Second Prince at all.

Instead, after being sent away and leaving his side, he completely lost the will to live and chose to die.

Even if it was “martyrdom,” Shadow One would be martyred for him.

For the lost master.

Shadow One couldn’t leave him.

This realization made Mousse both happy and bitter.

He had let Shadow One down a lot.

Mousse hugged Shadow One and kissed his lips with pity.

Mousse’s heart was full of accumulated emotions, wanting to vent.

Shadow One, who had received the Empress establishment edict and the master’s promise of joint burial, felt the same.

Kissing and kissing, their breaths became chaotic, entangled together.

Before truly uniting, Mousse stopped urgently, pressing down on Shadow One who had opened himself up and offered himself.

“No, you are pregnant. I asked the imperial physician, intercourse is not suitable for the first three months and the last three months.”

Shadow One’s black eyes, stained with lust, cleared up a bit.

Asking hoarsely: “Is this the reason why Your Majesty rested in the Palace of Longevity every day but didn’t favor me during this time?”

Mousse glanced at him with a hint of resentment.

“Do you even need to ask?”

If not for this, he would definitely fry Shadow One over and over again.

Shadow One had finally become his consort, the person in his tent. There was no relationship more justifiable than this.

He wished he could favor Shadow One in every part of Shadow One’s bedchamber.

That was their bridal chamber.

If not for Shadow One using the pregnancy fruit, would he have lived such a bland life?

Mousse somewhat regretted giving Shadow One the pregnancy fruit as soon as he was conferred as a consort.

He should have favored Shadow One properly for a few months, had enough of the two-person world, and then considered making a baby.

But the pregnancy fruit was requested by Shadow One.

Shadow One only relented and agreed to become his consort for the sake of the pregnancy fruit.

Sigh…

It was hard to have both conferment and favor.

But it would be soon.

It had been two full months, only the last month left.

In a month, he would be able to favor Shadow One whose belly was gradually getting bigger.

Mousse imagined that scene.

He had always been indifferent to pregnant men, at most feeling they were fragile and needed protection.

But if that pregnant man was Shadow One.

Mousse covered his nose.

Something stood tall.

Seeing this, Shadow One sat up, tucked his somewhat messy hair behind his ear, and buried his head down.

It was a bit too sudden.

Mousse’s mind went blank.

Looking down at Shadow One’s lowered eyes and bulging cheeks, Mousse struggled weakly amidst the stimulation.

“This, isn’t very good, right?”

It was still daytime.

And he had just said he couldn’t favor him, but went straight to oral service.

Did oral service count as favoring?

Shadow One raised his eyes and looked up at His Majesty.

Seeing not much resistance on His Majesty’s face, he hesitated, but continued.

His Majesty couldn’t favor him because of his pregnancy, but he couldn’t let His Majesty suffer holding it in like this.

He was His Majesty’s consort, and should have taken care of His Majesty in this regard; this was his duty as a consort.

Moreover, he also missed His Majesty very much.

Ever since he learned that His Majesty refrained from favoring him out of concern for the child in his belly.

Every night at bedtime, Shadow One took the initiative to serve with his lips and tongue.

At first, Mousse was afraid of tiring him out and always wanted to refuse.

Until he met Shadow One’s gaze implying longing, remembering the light screen said that the most important thing to treat prenatal depression was to satisfy the pregnant man’s needs and give him satisfaction and a sense of security.

After that, Mousse let Shadow One serve orally once a day.

Shadow One’s mood, which had been low for two months, actually improved significantly after this.

Mousse: “…”

So what exactly was I enduring before.

Of course, restraint was still needed where necessary.

Even if Shadow One wanted it badly, Mousse didn’t truly favor him.

Shadow One also knew deeply how much His Majesty cared about this child.

Even if he believed his body was perfectly fine and could withstand more intense treatment, he restrained himself and didn’t seek further pleasure.

In order to satisfy Shadow One’s needs as the light screen said, Mousse took out the props used a long time ago.

He picked some suitable ones that wouldn’t stimulate the fetus and put them on Shadow One.

With the assistance of props, this month wasn’t too difficult, and was even very rich and interesting.

Just in case, Mousse asked the imperial physician to check Shadow One’s pulse for safety every day.

The imperial physician always repeated those few sentences.

Reading between the lines, there was actually only one meaning: the pregnant man was in excellent health, the fetus was also very healthy, and the pregnancy was incredibly stable.

Just short of saying directly “never seen a pregnant woman/man with such good health.”

This also reassured Mousse a lot.

Perhaps as Shadow One said, physically strong martial artists were more suitable for the task of pregnancy and childbirth.

Even knowing that Shadow One was in good health and the pregnancy was stable, Mousse still waited until mid-April to fully satisfy Shadow One.

By this time, Shadow One’s belly had begun to show.

There was a slight bulge in the abdomen, and the abs had become a little rounded.

Shadow One lay on his back on the couch, one hand loosely cupping his abdomen, protecting the child.

Under the half-open robe were pectoral muscles that had become fuller after pregnancy, with marks bitten by him on them.

Both erotic and holy.

Mousse wanted to possess him fiercely, but also wanted to treat him more gently and devoutly.

“Master.”

Shadow One called softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Since Mousse said he liked hearing Shadow One’s voice, Shadow One no longer suppressed himself, allowing a few muffled groans to escape.

But a situation like this where he directly called “Master” was still rare.

Mousse leaned down, brushing aside the damp hair on Shadow One’s forehead, meeting those blurred and hazy black eyes.

Long-awaited satisfaction made Shadow One delirious with pleasure.

It turned out that when Shadow One wasn’t very lucid, his subconscious address for him was “Master.”

“Who am I?” Mousse asked in a low voice.

“Is Master.”

Shadow One stared at him unblinkingly, as if all his mind was drawn by him.

“And who are you?” Mousse asked again.

His beloved consort, Empress.

But Shadow One’s answer was beyond his expectations.

“Is Master’s shadow guard.”

Shadow One paused as he spoke, as if realizing something inappropriate.

But his consciousness, muddled by the intrusion, couldn’t let him clearly know what was inappropriate.

He pondered for a while and continued: “Is Master’s dog.”

Mousse’s breath hitched slightly.

But he couldn’t scare Shadow One in this state, so he softened his voice and said patiently and gently:

“Shadow One, think again. You now live in the Palace of Longevity, all palace servants respect and honor you. You are deeply favored by me.”

A moment of confusion flashed through Shadow One’s eyes, then as if remembering something, he nodded and said: “I am Master’s imperial consort.”

“Is favored consort, beloved consort.”

Mousse corrected him.

“Also the future Empress, husband, partner.”

Listening to his words, Shadow One nodded seemingly understanding but not quite.

“Now you know who you are, right?” Mousse asked.

Shadow One nodded again.

“Then, among these identities, which one do you really want to be?”

Mousse wanted to induce Shadow One to say answers like “Empress” or “partner.”

If really not possible, “favored consort” and “beloved consort” were also okay.

He hoped Shadow One would have a deeper sense of identification with his current identity.

Rather than wanting to be his dog like before.

“I want to be Master’s shadow guard, Master’s dog, Master’s consort, Master’s Empress, Master’s partner…”

Shadow One listed them in a low voice.

Mousse: “???”

Eh eh eh? This isn’t right?

Shadow One hadn’t finished, “Want to be Master’s imperial guard, Master’s teacher, Master’s brother, Master’s chamber servant, Master’s wet nurse, Master’s blade, Master’s table, Master’s chair, Master’s bed, Master’s footrest, Master’s toy, Master’s chamber pot…”

Ahhh???

Getting more and more outrageous.

Mousse hurriedly covered Shadow One’s mouth.

Mousse sweated profusely in his heart.

Looking at it now, Shadow One just saying he wanted to be his dog before was already good.

He now looked like he wanted to become everything around him.

And some of those things were a bit too outrageous.

Mousse simply couldn’t imagine that the seemingly rigid and serious Shadow One would have so many outrageous ideas in his head.

At this moment, Shadow One, with his mouth covered by him, looked at him quietly and obediently, as if waiting to accept everything he gave.

Whether treating him as a shadow guard, or a dog, or tables and chairs, toys, mentors, wet nurses.

Wait, why was there a wet nurse?

Mousse’s horrified gaze fell on Shadow One’s firm and full chest.

Just because he jokingly said “Swollen like this, are you going to produce milk? Princes and princesses have special wet nurses, this won’t reach the child’s mouth, I can only take the trouble to help you relieve it”?

That’s way off the charts!

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