SGT CH165: Extra

[Anyway, I’ll make you experience them all, doesn’t matter much which one we start with.]

Mousse rested his chin on one hand, smiling brightly.

Aix’s gaze fell on the toys scattered all over the bed, his eyes not showing much change.

Incidents of male Zergs tormenting female Zergs were plentiful; this couldn’t even be considered a special hobby, but a very common situation.

Only the female monarch, mostly of noble status and high position, would be treated with relative respect by the male Zerg, who generally wouldn’t use these things on her.

There was no need to be so polite with female concubines and slaves.

Moreover, his status wasn’t even that of a female slave.

Just a plaything who actively offered himself for the male Zerg’s enjoyment.

Aix silently took off his military uniform jacket and untied his tie.

[Oh, so cooperative?]

Mousse raised an eyebrow.

When Aix walked to the bedside, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him up.

With a click, the cold silver handcuffs locked onto Aix’s wrist, securing one of his hands to the headboard.

The discomfort of being confined aroused the instinctive resistance of Aix’s body, making him subconsciously want to break free.

But when his gaze met the Prince covering him, all thoughts of resistance vanished instantly.

He relaxed his muscles and lay quietly.

Letting the Prince’s platinum, silky long hair scatter down, sweeping across his side face and chest, bringing a slight itch.

“The Lieutenant General seems not to know what will happen next.”

Mousse tugged at the hair on Aix’s temples, dissatisfied with his calm attitude.

Aix indeed didn’t know much about these things.

So, he imagined the worst direction.

As long as it didn’t hurt his foundation.

His recovery ability was strong; as long as he had a breath left, he could get up tomorrow morning and continue his duties.

“Anything is fine, as long as you are happy.”

He hoped the Prince could be happier.

If his suffering could please the Prince, that might not be a bad thing.

Mousse frowned slightly.

[This sentence is really…]

[Annoying to a Zerg.]

Like mocking him.

Mousse was unhappy, so naturally, he wouldn’t let Aix have it easy.

Putting the toys on Aix one by one.

Amidst the sounds of toys starting, Aix gritted his back teeth to endure.

Physical discomfort was nothing to him.

What really made him uncomfortable was the helplessness and confusion in his heart.

He seemed unable to please the Prince no matter what.

Mousse observed Aix’s reaction at all times and didn’t miss the fleeting sadness in his lowered eyes.

Suddenly his heart softened.

Quietly lowered the settings of all toys.

[Didn’t set them high anyway.]

Could only turn off a few more.

“It’s fine,” Aix didn’t want to disappoint the Prince, speaking quickly: “I can take it.”

“Stop being tough, Sir, you’ll have plenty to endure later.” Mousse muttered softly.

Although Mousse knew that these little things couldn’t really affect a super S-class female Zerg.

With the constitution of a super S-class female Zerg, even the military’s top interrogation methods would be hard to make them submit.

Let alone these.

But what they brought wasn’t pure pain after all.

There was something else.

The humiliation of the body being played with and trained, and the instinctive, irrepressible pleasure.

Compared to pain, Aix was obviously more unfamiliar with pleasure.

And found it harder to bear.

He wanted Aix to break down in pleasure, pushing him to the overwhelming peak.

Mousse turned up the settings little by little.

During this time, his gaze never left Aix.

Noticing Aix wanted to bite himself, he took a gag and put it on Aix.

Now, Aix found it even harder to endure.

Unable to make complete sounds, but also unable to stop sounds from leaking out.

The latter obviously made Aix break down more.

Aix’s muscles tensed involuntarily, struggling silently.

When Aix looked at him with that gaze trying to be calm but still showing panic and helplessness.

Mousse’s heart softened again.

He removed a few toys running at high speed, leaned down, and replaced them with himself.

Toys were just scratching the surface for female Zergs, unable to satisfy them at all, instead making them crave the male Zerg’s real touch even more.

When the Prince leaned close, Aix welcomed him almost frantically, disregarding his confined body, clinging to the Prince.

Mousse satisfied him one by one.

In the end, under the deep irrigation of the male Zerg’s pheromones, Aix was stimulated into a coma.

Mousse dealt with the messy scene alone, removed the things from Aix’s body, and massaged the redness and swelling caused by clamping, before lying down beside him.

Aix should have learned his lesson, right?

See if he dares to treat him as a toy in the future.

Thinking this, Mousse bit Aix again, aggravating his “injury.”

Then immediately felt heartache, leaned close to blow on it, gently held it in his mouth, using saliva to reduce the swelling.

Mousse treated him all night.

When Aix woke up, he was still being held in the mouth.

Aix was slightly stunned.

The sleeping Prince was completely different from his usual appearance of finding him disagreeable.

Quiet, with soft brows and eyes, looking particularly well-behaved.

Holding onto him relentlessly, he also looked very much like a little cub.

Easily arousing a female Zerg’s pity.

Aix immediately remembered their relationship and realized such thoughts were inappropriate.

He moved back slightly, taking himself out from the male Zerg’s lips.

The tip was stained with the male Zerg’s saliva, incredibly red.

The Prince opened his eyes at this moment.

Aix panicked inside, probably his brain short-circuited, and actually stuffed himself back.

As if this could pretend nothing happened.

Mousse, suffering a facial cleanser attack as soon as he woke up, was confused.

He thought Aix was still uncomfortable, reached out to rub it for him, and looked up at Aix with concern.

Before his gaze could meet Aix’s eyes, Aix got up and fled, hurriedly retreating from his side.

Mousse: “?”

“Your Highness, morning training time is approaching, please excuse me first.”

Aix didn’t even dare to lift his head, picked up his clothes, and left quickly.

Mousse rubbed his face blankly, waking up completely.

[Baffling female Zerg.]

[However, did it get bigger?]

[Also softer.]

[Smells good.]

Mousse shook his head violently, driving the strange thoughts out of his mind.

[Female Zergs don’t smell good.]

[Cold female Zerg with even tasteles pheromones.]

[I don’t want to eat him at all.]

Mousse put on his clothes and left quickly.

Didn’t use Aix’s bathroom.

It wasn’t until sensing the male Zerg’s departure that Aix, standing stiffly in the next room, recovered some sensation.

The Prince wasn’t satisfied with him.

Also… was too lenient with him.

He didn’t have a single injury on his body.

His physical condition was better than the best scenario he had imagined beforehand.

Even because of being nourished by the Prince’s pheromones, his whole body felt comfortable, warm and fuzzy, warm and comfortable enough to make a Zerg want to sleep.

Everything he suffered last night wasn’t as terrifying as he imagined.

His loss of control didn’t stem from pain.

But unable to bear the excessive accumulation of pleasure and the craving for the Prince, he couldn’t control himself.

The Prince looked mean, but his actions were excessively gentle.

Just failed to satisfy the Prince.

This made Aix very disappointed.

In the days that followed, Aix was the Prince’s instructor by day, training and teaching the Prince, and the Prince’s plaything by night, bearing and accommodating the Prince.

The Prince’s attitude was also always fluctuating.

One moment looking down at him deeply while entering him, seemingly affectionate.

Lying in his arms after finishing, the inner voice wasn’t so wonderful.

[Like this again, like a dead Zerg, saying nothing, boring to death.]

Male Zergs always cared more about emotional feedback. When the passion brought by pheromones faded, they craved spiritual connection even more.

Resting on Aix’s shoulder, Mousse couldn’t help wondering if Aix, who was clinging to him tightly just now, wanted him, or just his pheromones.

Maybe any male Zerg would do.

As long as they could give him pheromones, Aix would be this passionate.

[No communication at all, no different from a toy.]

Aix was still treating him as a massager.

Mousse felt sad.

“…”

Aix opened his eyes hollowly and blankly.

He was willing to be the Prince’s plaything.

A plaything with no status, inferior to a female slave.

But the Prince seemed not to want a plaything who couldn’t communicate.

The Prince wanted communication, but how to communicate?

He was always boring. Even if he initiated a chat, the Prince would only feel bored and annoyed, right?

Aix hesitated for a long time. Sensing the Prince’s negative emotions becoming stronger and stronger, he finally spoke.

“Tomorrow… the military will hold a military-wide assessment.”

The moment Aix spoke, he knew he killed the conversation.

Who talks about this with a male Zerg?

Male Zergs liked to hear about the moon, flowers, desserts, movies…

Mousse didn’t realize Aix was trying hard to find a topic to chat with him.

Thought Aix was just notifying him of the military arrangement as his superior.

So, he nodded, indicating he understood.

Making Aix mention it specifically at this time, it should be a very important assessment, right?

Mousse also paid more attention and asked:

“Is the assessment difficult?”

“Not difficult.”

Aix already regretted mentioning this, but since the male Zerg asked, he had to answer.

“You don’t need to be under too much pressure, just perform normally. The assessment is mainly to update the physical data of all Zergs in the military.”

“I understand.”

It was to be registered in the database, so it was still important.

Mousse asked again: “Do you also have to take the assessment, Sir?”

Aix nodded, wanting to tell the Prince not to call him Sir at this time, but didn’t know how to say it.

Who calls someone Sir in bed?

The Prince hadn’t even completely withdrawn from his body.

“Sir should be about to break through to SS-class, right?” Mousse said.

[If this assessment was a bit later, perhaps the Empire’s first SS-class female Zerg would appear.]

[Witnessing history.]

[But it’s a matter of time anyway.]

[Aix will break through to SS-class eventually, sooner or later.]

Aix’s expression moved slightly.

Did the Prince want to see him break through to SS-class?

Should be.

Male Zergs liked pursuing high-level female Zergs.

Female Zergs were actually the same.

Admiration for the strong was an instinct engraved in Zerg genes.

Zerg appearance and physique were positively correlated with level.

Higher-level male Zergs were better looking and correspondingly more capable.

Aix quietly touched his abdomen, as if he could still feel his reproductive cavity opened by the Prince, even the belly skin pushed into a shape.

The Prince’s level was very high, and his ability was also very strong.

Correspondingly, if the female Zerg’s level was higher, he would also be better looking, more attractive to the male Zerg, and more durable to play with.

As early as after the first night with the Prince, Aix felt the barrier of SS-class loosening. Perhaps… it was worth a try.

The next day, military assessment.

Aix completed the basic items step by step in a separate assessment room, which was just a warm-up for him.

Towards the end, Aix could clearly feel his state getting better and better.

During this period, his main energy was focused on teaching the Prince and managing his troops. He only did basic training usually and didn’t exercise his limits properly.

Moving with the opportunity of this assessment, truly releasing himself and challenging the limits, he felt thoroughly exhilarated.

In the holographic simulation battle where Aix went all out, the barrier between S-class and SS-class shattered at the sound.

He successfully broke through to SS-class.

Coming out of the assessment room, the Legion Commander of the First Legion was waiting outside.

Seeing him, the Legion Commander smiled and congratulated:

“Lieutenant General Aix, congratulations on breaking through to SS-class! The first SS-class female Zerg since the founding of the Empire was born today!”

Aix was also very happy with this result.

However, he was anxious to see the Prince, so he only chatted briefly with the Legion Commander and was about to leave.

“Wait, one more thing.”

The Legion Commander stopped him.

Aix stopped in confusion.

Looking at this outstanding junior who was not yet married, the Legion Commander’s gaze was slightly complicated.

“Lieutenant General Aix, you have been pregnant for two months. Did you… know this yourself?”

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