SGT CH167: Extra

◎【Fuck Aix into my shape, and he’ll remember me forever.】◎

【What is Aix saying? Remove the egg?!】

【Ahhh???】

Mousse was so frightened he almost screamed internally.

Wasn’t Aix maintaining a relationship with him for the pheromones needed for the egg’s growth?

So why would he want to remove the egg?

And saying things like… if he didn’t like it, he’d remove the egg.

When had Aix ever cared about his thoughts?

Aix tentatively grasped Mousse’s hands resting on his legs, hoping to soothe his emotions.

“Sisi, I know you don’t want to have offspring with me…”

Aix hadn’t previously thought about having offspring with his little male, but speaking of it now, he still felt sour and sad.

The Prince wasn’t just his little male, but the male who deeply marked him.

No female could give up offspring conceived with the male they deeply loved.

If this offspring could be born, it would surely resemble the Prince greatly, and also resemble little male from back then.

But the Prince loathed him and didn’t want offspring bearing his bloodline to be born.

Rather than letting an offspring destined to be rejected by its male father come into this world to suffer, it would be better to end it here.

“I’ll go have the egg removed. If you don’t want me to go to the hospital, I can… scoop out the breeding pouch myself.”

Aix lowered his eyes and said quietly.

For the Zerg, as long as injuries could self-heal through the body, they were considered minor.

He was an SS-rank female. Even removing internal organs, they’d quickly regrow.

Aside from the Prince, the military doctor, and a few military leaders who’d seen his physical data, other zergs wouldn’t even know he’d once conceived an egg.

“Scoop, scoop out the breeding pouch?”

Mousse froze.

【What kind of horrifying terminology is this?!】

And moreover…

“When did I ever say I didn’t want offspring with you?”

Mousse glared at him, both at a loss and aggrieved.

【You’re slandering me!】

Aix was slightly stunned.

Wasn’t the Prince so upset earlier precisely because he learned about the pregnancy?

But according to the Prince’s words, he was willing to let him carry the offspring.

“You… accept me giving birth to the egg?”

Aix asked tentatively.

“What do you mean whether I accept it or not? It’s in your belly. It’s your offspring, your possession. Do you… need to care about my thoughts?”

【When has Aix ever cared about my thoughts?】

Mousse felt somewhat dejected.

“Of course I care!”

Aix gripped the Prince’s hand that wanted to withdraw, saying resolutely:

“You are the most important. If you don’t like it…”

Mousse feared he’d say bloody horrifying things like “scoop out the breeding pouch” again and quickly covered his mouth.

But meeting Aix’s eyes looking up at him earnestly, he didn’t know what to say.

Did he really have the right to say he liked it?

Aix didn’t love him, had never given him the slightest bit of affection. How lowly must his affection be?

“You don’t love me, yet you demand I love it.”

Mousse looked at Aix with sadness yet stubbornness.

He wanted to hate him but didn’t know how.

“Sisi, how could I possibly not love you?”

The male’s stubborn yet fragile appearance made Aix’s heart ache.

He instinctively leaned forward and embraced him.

Feeling the slender and soft bundle in his arms, Aix tightened his hold as if embracing his everything.

He murmured repeatedly in the Prince’s ear:

“I love you, Sisi. I love you.”

He even wanted to scoop out his heart and place it in the male’s palm to prove his love.

Mousse turned his head away, unwilling to believe him.

But Aix’s embrace was too warm. He was reluctant to leave it.

Aix rarely proactively hugged him like this.

Even in bed, it was mostly him holding Aix while entering.

Only when fucked hard, when pheromones invaded everything, would Aix cling to him like clutching at a final piece of driftwood, entangling with him.

Such embraces dominated by lust were all he could get.

He couldn’t deny he liked Aix’s entangling embraces, but they also made him uneasy.

More than embraces under pheromone influence, he wanted Aix to embrace him while conscious.

Like the encirclement when massaging him, or like now.

Mousse felt ashamed of being reluctant to leave Aix’s embrace and stubbornly refused to nuzzle his face into Aix’s full and firm chest.

Stiffening his neck, he said: “You just don’t love me! If you cared about me even a little, you wouldn’t have abandoned me back then.”

Mentioning the past abandonment made him even sadder.

Wanting to cry but unable to, yet unwilling to timidly bury himself in Aix’s arms, Mousse simply opened his mouth and bit Aix’s arm.

【Bite you to death.】

An S+-rank male’s sharp teeth could easily bite through two layers of thick military uniform.

But couldn’t bite through an SS-rank female’s skin and flesh.

Hearing the Prince say he abandoned him, Aix was still somewhat dazed. Only after being bitten did he come to his senses.

Instinctively, he touched the Prince’s head.

Little male would occasionally lie on his shoulder and bite him when sulking. He’d gotten used to patting him. Only after patting did he remember this was the adult Prince.

After hesitating, he moved his hand down slightly, settling on the Prince’s shoulder, holding him soothingly while letting the Prince gnaw on him.

“Sisi, I never abandoned you.”

Aix slowly said:

“Back then, you entered secondary awakening. I couldn’t provide a comfortable awakening environment for you, making you very painful. I wanted to find mental source crystals for you to ease your pain. But… I returned too late.”

The Zerg military arrived in the Dark Sector earlier than he’d anticipated.

War came too quickly.

When he returned, the underground safe house had been destroyed by artillery fire, along with the entire forest razed to the ground.

He once thought little male had perished in the artillery fire.

Under such fierce artillery, no cub could survive.

He only survived by clinging to that thread of belief, forcing himself to live on, searching in the vast space for that male who had almost no chance of survival.

Heaven actually gave him hope, letting him see his little male again.

Although the grown-up little male was full of resistance and disgust toward him.

But just knowing his little male was still alive and living well was enough.

Mousse listened to Aix’s account and unconsciously lightened his gnawing force.

【Mental source crystals?】

【How could there be any mental source crystals in a place like the Dark Sector?】

【He must be lying to me.】

【Not even bothering with a good excuse.】

【At least come up with a decent reason to deceive me. Make it decent, and I might believe it.】

While Mousse was thinking, he suddenly felt a hard, irregular object pressed into his hand. Simultaneously, his mental power became stable and comfortable.

Mousse was slightly stunned. He released the female’s arm and looked down.

It was a transparent mental source crystal.

And its purity and grade were very high, at least reaching A+ rank.

The main function of mental source crystals was to stabilize males’ mental power.

Females didn’t need mental source crystals.

But…

【Maybe he’s been collecting them to please males?】

【Can’t believe it.】

【Who knows when he prepared them.】

Mousse muttered internally, but saw Aix pull out mental source crystals one after another.

His hands couldn’t hold anymore, and many had fallen onto his lap.

But Aix still hadn’t finished.

He placed mental source crystals on the dining table, spreading them out piece by piece until finally occupying everywhere except where the cake sat.

Mousse stared at this scene in astonishment.

Mental source crystals were expensive. High-grade mental source crystals were priceless.

So many mental source crystals absolutely couldn’t be obtained through financial power alone.

It required spending enormous effort, paying attention to news from all sides, even personally hunting mental-type beasts with crystal cores, or going to source crystal mines guarded by star beasts.

Although Aix was a lieutenant general with high status in the military, he came from the Dark Sector without any background or family support. Reaching this position alone, his funds wouldn’t be abundant.

Mousse could imagine that behind every crystal lay battles filled with danger and blood.

“You… why?”

To please males?

That didn’t make sense.

No male needed such a large quantity of mental source crystals.

No male needed him to accumulate like this day after day, year after year, to be pleased.

To sell for funds? That wasn’t right either.

Aix’s mecha was maintained by the military. He didn’t have any money-burning hobbies.

He didn’t even get close to males.

Right.

Before that night with him, there hadn’t even been males around Aix.

He was Aix’s only male…

Mousse gripped the irregular hard crystal in his hand tightly, his brain seemingly ringing with buzzing.

Aix did it for him.

He collected mental source crystals day after day for over a decade—for him.

Aix… hadn’t abandoned him.

The answer he dreamed of was right before him, yet Mousse became timid instead.

“But… why didn’t you come see me?”

Mousse looked at Aix aggrievedly.

【Why make me wait alone in despair for so long?】

“…I’m sorry, Sisi.”

Aix crouched before him again, looking up at him deeply, parting his lips to say in a low voice:

“I… I’m sorry. I was too useless. I couldn’t find you all this time.”

“?”

Mousse was puzzled.

“You already recognized me. How could you not find me?”

His images circulated very little on the StarNet, but not none at all.

Moreover, he’d met Aix before.

The day Aix received his medal, he stood beside the Zerg Emperor.

But Aix looked straight ahead with eyes high above, paying him no attention.

Even earlier, he’d performed mental grooming for Aix.

Although Aix didn’t see his face, how could Aix not recognize his mental power and figure?!

Mousse selectively ignored how much his changes after awakening were.

He also ignored that during Aix’s medal ceremony, he was still in sub-adult form, even considered a cub in Zerg concepts.

While Aix, tall with long legs at 1.95 meters net height, at such a formal occasion looking straight ahead couldn’t see him at all. Even when he stood far away, Aix could only see the cowlick on top of his head.

Physical meaning of “eyes high above.”

Regarding the Prince’s questioning, Aix truly couldn’t answer.

Who could imagine the one-eyed little male in the Dark Sector would be the same zerg as the Empire’s precious crown prince?

Moreover, the Prince had no record of being lost.

How could he recognize the Prince under the royal family’s concealment?

Seeing he couldn’t answer, Mousse changed questions:

“When did you recognize me?”

The reason he was willing to stay here and listen to Aix say these things was because his heart wanted to believe Aix hadn’t abandoned him.

“After… our first night.”

Aix said: “At that time, I only had thirty percent certainty. After physiological awakening, I privately checked some of your information and had eighty percent certainty. Final confirmation was actually just now.”

When he heard “Dark Sector” from the Prince’s thoughts, heard their past, he finally confirmed.

“The first night?” Mousse touched his face.

At that time, he’d already entered physiological awakening with an adult body, with new changes in appearance and figure. Aix actually recognized him then.

【Was it because of more intimate contact?】

【It must be this.】

Mousse never thought his changes were significant.

He felt Aix hadn’t recognized him before because they weren’t close enough. Too far apart—that’s why Aix couldn’t confirm it was him.

【Need more hugging.】

Mousse thought while cupping his face.

【Fuck Aix into my shape, and he’ll remember me forever.】

“…”

Aix awkwardly looked away.

At least the Prince’s mood looked much better.

There was no need for excessive explanation.

As long as the Prince could be happy, letting him think this way was pretty good… right?

“Want to cut the cake?” Aix stood up and asked.

There were too many mental source crystals on the table. Perhaps he should clean up.

Mousse glanced at the exquisite cake on the table and shook his head.

【Cake left too long isn’t tasty.】

“What cake? Just eat me directly.”

Mousse stood up, embracing Aix standing by the table, trapping him between his body and the dining table, intimately nuzzling his neck:

“Brother Aix, I’ll feed you full.”

Aix’s ear tips flushed red instantly.

He shamefully turned his head but ultimately didn’t push away the Prince before him.

He couldn’t even say words telling the Prince not to call him that.

He too much wanted little male’s closeness.

In the end, he was fed mouthful after mouthful, belly full of creamy cake with fresh flowers and fruit fragrance.

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