SGT CH166: Extra

◎【Looking utterly desperate to be rutted into by a male.】◎

Mousse had just finished his test when he heard about Aix breaking through to SS-rank.

The first SS-rank female in the history of the Empire’s founding.

This was a day witnessing history.

All military females felt honored. The news spread very quickly—within just one hour, every zerg in the entire capital military knew about it.

Although Mousse knew Aix would break through to SS-rank sooner or later, he hadn’t expected it to be this fast.

What they’d been discussing lying in bed last night had become reality today.

Perhaps they should celebrate.

Mousse thought for a moment, opened his terminal, found his favorite cake shop, and ordered a cake.

The cake was quickly finished and delivered to the capital military headquarters according to the address Mousse provided.

The military female guards at the entrance were very alert when they saw the exquisitely packaged box being delivered.

After scanning, they discovered it was just an overly beautiful cake and became even more puzzled.

This didn’t seem like something that should appear in the military. Such gorgeous and sweet food didn’t match military female style at all.

Then they saw the signature on it.

They understood instantly.

It was His Highness the Prince’s item.

Indeed, it was food that suited male preferences.

The guards immediately contacted the Prince, asking if they should deliver it to him right away.

For this, the on-duty military females even fought each other, ultimately deciding the victor, who won the honor of delivering cake to the Prince.

As for punishment for brawling, compared to the honor of delivering cake to the Prince, it meant nothing at all.

“No need. I’ll come get it myself.”

Mousse saw there was still plenty of time and declined the guards’ kindness, walking over personally to retrieve the cake.

When getting the cake, he saw a group of injured military female guards and was rather surprised.

It seemed that even guards as stable as those at the capital star’s military headquarters faced unpredictable dangers and pressures every day.

Good thing he hadn’t troubled them over a cake.

Mousse carried the cake to Aix’s residence.

Ever since he climbed the balcony into Aix’s home once, Aix had shared his residence access code with him.

Telling him not to do dangerous things like climbing balconies again.

But climbing the balcony was closer.

He’d climb again next time.

Though it felt a bit like having an affair…

What they had was pretty much like an affair anyway.

Aix had never given him any promises.

It didn’t even count as dating.

Mousse placed the cake on the table.

He rubbed his face, making himself not think about those unpleasant matters.

Aix’s assessment had ended long ago, but he still hadn’t returned.

Mousse didn’t like this feeling of waiting alone.

He’d waited for Aix for a long time.

Even during those years in the Prince’s mansion basement—though he was extremely unwilling to admit it—his heart had been waiting for Aix.

In the end, he’d waited for nothing.

Mousse opened his terminal and contacted Aix.

“When are you coming back?”

At the military medical office, Aix received the Prince’s message and instinctively looked up at the sky outside.

The sky wasn’t dark yet.

Did His Highness want it?

Today was just an assessment with no other arrangements.

It was normal for His Highness to want to play with him when bored.

Aix picked up the military jacket draped over his chair back, quickly put it on, and stood up to leave.

The military doctor browsing data looked up in surprise and asked:

“Is there urgent military business?”

It was rare to see the Lieutenant General in such a hurry.

“No,” Aix paused and said, “It’s a personal matter.”

His affair with the Prince wasn’t suitable to speak about.

It would affect the Prince’s reputation.

Although for males, such impact was negligible.

As for himself, Aix hadn’t considered it.

“Oh, alright.”

The military doctor didn’t probe, only concluded:

“The egg in your abdomen is very healthy. It seems the male has been providing pheromones for the egg, so I can be more at ease.

“However, this ultimately isn’t a long-term solution. Have you considered marriage?”

Without the constraint of marriage, the male could stop supplying pheromones at any time.

If married, the male would have to be responsible for his female and offspring, providing pheromones at least once a month to the pregnant female lord or female attendant.

The current situation was very unfavorable for Lieutenant General Aix.

The greater the rank difference in the Zerg, the more difficult reproduction became.

For the male to impregnate SS-rank Lieutenant General Aix, that male’s rank must be quite high.

Such a high-ranking male wasn’t someone Lieutenant General Aix could control through power.

Aix was silent for a while before honestly saying:

“I’m sorry, I can’t consider these things for now.”

It sounded like the male wasn’t willing to take responsibility.

This made Lieutenant General Aix’s situation even worse.

Even as the Empire’s only SS-rank female, would he lose so completely in matters concerning males?

The military doctor felt rather sad.

In the end, he could only say:

“You’re now SS-rank. That gentleman might change his mind. Please don’t give up hope.”

Aix didn’t dare face the military doctor’s sympathetic yet worried gaze. He only gave a muffled “mm” before quickly leaving.

He hurried back to his residence.

Aix stopped at the villa entrance and quickly tidied his clothes, smoothing out minute wrinkles.

He actually wanted to pull up a virtual screen to check his changes.

After breaking through to SS-rank, had he become somewhat better looking? Would he better suit the Prince’s preferences?

But before he could do anything, the door opened from inside.

The Prince stood at the entrance, his face showing impatience after waiting.

“You…”

His gaze landing on Aix’s face, Mousse suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

It was still that face. Even trying hard, he couldn’t articulate any changes, just an indescribable feeling that made him more attractive, particularly striking him.

As if every aspect precisely hit his aesthetics.

Targeted strike on his preferences.

【Want to hug.】

Aix’s anxious heart slowly settled.

The male’s “want to hug” probably meant wanting to do it.

Aix stepped forward, tentatively reaching out to embrace the Prince.

They were still at the entrance. Although this was the officers’ residential area and hardly any zergs were around during the day, there was still a possibility of being seen.

Aix led the Prince inside, quietly closing the door.

Mousse was dazedly held by Aix as they walked inside, then placed on the sofa.

Aix had his clothes half-off when Mousse snapped out of his daze.

“Wait!”

Mousse hurriedly called a halt, pushing the female straddling him, his face flushing red with annoyance:

“Are you this impatient? Can’t wait even a moment?”

He’d prepared a celebration for Aix, yet Aix only had his mind on sleeping with him.

Treating him completely like a massage device.

Mousse felt both sad and angry.

He wanted to turn and leave.

Thinking of the cake he’d specially ordered, thinking of today being Aix’s significant day of breaking through to SS-rank, he was reluctant to just leave.

【Damn female.】

【Might as well fuck you to death.】

The Prince’s thoughts said he’d do him to death, yet his eyes were cold and sad, clearly unwilling to have further contact.

Aix could only get off the Prince first, standing awkwardly to the side.

Mousse silently tidied his clothes messed up by the female, stood up and glanced at Aix, catching sight of his inner shirt stretched taut across his chest, feeling blood flowing to improper places.

He became even angrier.

“Get dressed properly, then roll over here! What kind of appearance is this!”

【Looking utterly desperate to be rutted into by a male.】

Mousse kicked aside the obstructing sofa and walked to sit at the dining table where the cake was placed.

Aix looked down at himself.

He’d only removed his jacket. His inner shirt and trousers were worn very properly. He didn’t understand where the male’s evaluation came from.

During usual training and combat, he’d worn this before.

Perhaps it was just that the Prince disliked him, so whatever he did was wrong.

Aix silently put on his outer clothing, fastening buttons up to the topmost one.

Following the Prince’s instruction to come to the dining table, Aix only then noticed the exquisite cake on the table.

Was today some important day?

Aix quickly recalled.

When investigating the Prince’s information earlier, he’d memorized the Prince’s birthday.

It wasn’t today.

Of course, it was also possible the Prince suddenly wanted cake and ordered one without needing any special occasion.

Males could do this, but females couldn’t think so simply.

Aix worked hard brainstorming, contemplating all possibilities.

Mousse saw Aix standing there stupidly without any appearance of surprise.

He felt he’d prepared for nothing.

Flirtatious glances thrown at a blind zerg.

But he still reluctantly said: “Congratulations.”

Aix was stunned.

This was prepared for him?

“You… already know?”

Aix didn’t think a female’s breakthrough needed celebrating, assuming the Prince already knew he was pregnant with an egg.

Although pregnancy was his personal privacy and wouldn’t be publicly announced like rank.

But the Prince’s female father was the Marshal. Getting some information wouldn’t be difficult.

Mousse nodded.

Aix’s heart panicked, at a loss.

He wasn’t ready for the Prince to know all this.

He hadn’t even mentally prepared himself to have the Prince’s offspring.

His relationship with the Prince began with forced heat-inducing drugs and the Prince’s physiological awakening.

To accompany the Prince smoothly through physiological awakening, he and the Prince entangled for a week, inside and out dyed with the Prince’s scent.

At that time, his relationship with the Prince was no longer pure.

Later developing into the current plaything relationship was just going with the flow.

Only… he never thought he’d get pregnant.

The Prince was an adult male who could open his reproductive cavity, filling his breeding pouch again and again.

Moreover, his and the Prince’s ranks were close. The Prince’s pheromones held great attraction for him. Their compatibility must be extremely high.

Under such circumstances, pregnancy was normal.

He just never thought in that direction.

Never thought he’d conceive the Prince’s—conceive little male’s egg.

Even without actual evidence proving the Prince was little male, Aix had long recognized them as the same zerg.

Conceiving offspring of the little male he once cared for as a cub made Aix feel somewhat dazed.

Very ashamed.

Now the Prince knew everything.

He could only endure shame and face it.

“Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“Congratulations on breaking through to SS-rank.”

The two zergs spoke almost simultaneously.

Then fell abruptly silent.

Mousse’s eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed:

“What did you say?! You… are pregnant?”

Mousse’s gaze fell on Aix’s still-flat stomach, his eyes enormously wide.

Only then did Aix realize the Prince prepared cake celebrating not his pregnancy but his SS-rank breakthrough.

The Prince didn’t know about his pregnancy at all.

…Now he knew.

Words once spoken couldn’t be taken back.

Moreover, this matter couldn’t be concealed at all. His belly would gradually show, growing day by day. The Prince would eventually know.

So Aix nodded:

“Yes, already two months pregnant.”

Two months… right when his physiological awakening just began.

That night, Aix conceived.

Mousse pondered, his expression suddenly becoming extremely unpleasant.

Aix initially refused to marry him.

A few days ago, he changed his attitude and pulled him to bed.

Even agreeing to maintain a long-term relationship with him.

Such an ambiguous long-term relationship that didn’t even count as dating—what else could it be for?

Just now too—pasting himself on him immediately upon meeting, impatiently wanting him before dark.

It was for his pheromones.

Because egg growth needed pheromones.

Mousse’s expression became increasingly terrible.

Just for pheromones.

He didn’t even count as a massage device.

A massage device was at least him himself, something that could bring Aix pleasure.

But pheromones… were just medicine, nutrients needed for egg growth.

Mousse had never been so humiliated.

Never so embarrassed.

He stared fixedly at Aix, grinding his teeth, yet tears welled in his eyes.

【Damn female.】

【How dare you humiliate me like this?】

【Always like this—abandoned once value is lost, clinging close again once there’s use value.】

【It was like this in the Dark Sector, and now too.】

【Something understood long ago—why fall for it again and again?】

【Doesn’t love me at all.】

【Never loved me.】

Mousse gazed deeply at Aix, his eyes sorrowful.

He felt sorrow for himself.

Aix saw tears in the Prince’s eyes and completely lost composure.

He hurried forward, movements too hasty, even bumping the dining table askew.

He crouched by Mousse’s legs, frantically grasping Mousse’s cold hands, looking up at Mousse sitting in the chair.

“Sisi, don’t cry. How could I not love you?”

Perhaps hearing the Prince’s thoughts mention “Dark Sector,” or perhaps too panicked and losing his mind, Aix instinctively blurted out the deeply hidden term of endearment.

“Sisi…”

Hearing that form of address, Mousse’s expression changed dramatically, becoming even more furious.

“You knew?! You always knew! You knew it was me and still treated me like this…”

Mousse felt he’d been humiliated again and again.

If Aix didn’t recognize him, he’d be angry.

But if Aix recognized him yet still treated him that way, he’d be very sad.

Their past meant nothing at all in Aix’s eyes.

Mousse forcibly endured, not wanting to show too wretched an appearance, yet tears still fell uncontrollably from his eyes.

【I hate you.】

Aix fumbled trying to wipe the Prince’s tears but had his hand slapped away.

The Prince wouldn’t accept his touch.

Aix stared blankly at tears accumulating in the Prince’s eyes, watching the trembling shattered light in those tears, feeling his own heart shatter along with them.

How should he soothe the Prince? Please the Prince?

Aix recalled the Prince’s expression changed dramatically when he mentioned pregnancy.

The Prince didn’t want this egg.

Didn’t want offspring conceived with him…

Aix’s heart felt bitter and aching.

On one side was an egg just conceived two months ago, not yet formed, whose existence he only learned of today.

On the other was the male he personally raised for three years, searched for half his life, his lifelong beloved.

How to choose seemingly required no hesitation.

Though sad, Aix still said resolutely:

“Sisi, if you don’t like this offspring, I’ll have the egg removed tomorrow. No, tonight.”

As long as it made Sisi happy, he’d give anything.

Including the egg in his abdomen.

Only this way… he’d be very sorry to this not-yet-formed offspring.

Aix touched his abdomen, quietly apologizing to it in his heart.

It was his fault for being unworthy of being the offspring’s female father.

Back then he couldn’t care for little male properly. Now, he likewise couldn’t care for his own offspring.

Mousse sobbed sadly. At first, he didn’t react, but after understanding what Aix said, he was directly stunned, teardrops hanging on his lashes forgotten from falling.

“Hic?”

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