SGT CH169: Extra

Chapter 169: Zerg: Fallen Prince and Pregnant Hunter

◎The hunter who took him in became pregnant, pregnant with his egg◎

This was Mousse’s second month stranded in the Dark Sector.

He was attacked while about to undergo physiological awakening. By chance, he opened a space wormhole and arrived here.

His terminal was damaged and lost signal, unable to contact the Empire.

Physiological awakening also happened to begin at this time.

The high fever of awakening left Mousse’s consciousness unclear.

Everything around him was pitch black—only accumulated scattered mechanical garbage and desolate ruins.

From this ancient mechanical garbage, traces of Zerg technology could be seen.

At least this wasn’t an uninhabited planet.

The situation was better than he thought.

Or perhaps even worse.

Mousse tried his best to contain his overflowing pheromones, but didn’t know how long he could hold on.

Without a guide, his pheromones would continuously spread outward.

Until they attracted a suitable female guide for him.

Without intervention measures, an A-rank male’s pheromones during physiological awakening could blanket an entire planet.

A whole planet of frenzied females—he would be torn apart.

Before completely losing consciousness, Mousse smelled a cool, cold pheromone like ice and snow.

That pheromone was like a clear spring, quickly smoothing away the restlessness and panic in his heart.

Though completely unfamiliar pheromones, they inexplicably made him feel at ease.

When he regained consciousness again, he was in a completely dark room filled with pheromones.

Based on results from his expanded mental power, he was currently in an underground house in some forest.

Beneath him was an extremely tall and robust female who had been tormented by him into unusual disarray.

Though tormented quite miserably, the female hadn’t harmed him, only silently and submissively accommodating him.

Mousse didn’t remember if the female had resisted.

At that time, his brain was completely occupied by physiological heat and pheromones. Toward this female who could bring him cool comfort, he had only instinctive demands.

In any case, he possessed this female.

And the female seemed to have tacitly accepted his occupation.

The duration of physiological awakening lasted longer than Mousse imagined.

A full week.

During this time, the female occasionally left while he rested, bringing back food for him.

Mostly fresh vegetables, fruits, and roasted meat.

Eating roasted meat without any seasoning, Mousse knew this planet’s development level was lower than he imagined.

But he currently had no qualifications to be picky.

Mousse saw the situation very clearly.

If not for this female taking him in and helping him through physiological awakening, he would have already been torn apart by frenzied females across the entire planet.

Moreover, the female was already doing his best to provide him the best food.

Mousse speculated about the female’s identity.

Perhaps he was a hunter.

In Mousse’s mental perception, the walls inside the house had many sharp weapons, and the blanket on the bed was animal hide.

The female always brought back roasted beast meat. Inside the house were also some stored dried meats.

The female occasionally ate those dried meats but never let him eat them.

A hunter living on a backward planet, making a living by hunting.

Taciturn, cold and aloof, but not bad-natured.

Pretty good, actually.

Mousse created a psychological profile of the female.

Because they were underground without any light, and males didn’t have females’ strong night vision, throughout the entire awakening period, Mousse never clearly saw the female’s face.

He could only measure and perceive inch by inch with his hands and lips.

The female sometimes avoided him.

But more often, under the shroud of pheromones, the female would actively and passionately cling to him, opening everything to him.

The female also rarely made sounds.

Most times only emitting restrained and brief muffled grunts, allowing him to do as he pleased.

Until the week-long physiological awakening ended.

The female tidied the bed, heated water for him, let him bathe, let him change into clean clothes, then… turned on the light.

Mousse: “???”

This broken house actually had lights?!

Having lived in darkness for a week, Mousse was greatly confused.

He finally saw the female’s appearance clearly.

Cool and neat short black hair, emerald green eyes extremely alluring in the night, a handsome and cool face, cold pale skin from years without sunlight, and a tall robust figure. Even wearing just simple black clothing, he looked exceptionally handsome.

Perhaps due to post-awakening attachment to his guide, Mousse only felt this female looked good no matter how he looked.

Such a handsome hunter brother—wanted to marry him.

Afterward, the female told him the spaceship leaving the Dark Sector came once every six months. The next departure was in four months.

He would prepare a ticket and send him away in four months.

Mousse just nodded repeatedly “mm-hmm.”

This hunter brother was really so good.

Both caring for him through physiological awakening and helping him find ways to return to the capital.

With super thick filters for his guide post-physiological awakening, Mousse only felt how lucky he was to meet such a good female.

Even Reason couldn’t stand watching and frantically slapped the romance-brained side in the mental domain.

“Snap out of it! What this female says may not be true. You know nothing about the outside world. You’re completely imprisoned and controlled by this female! He wants to privately own you. No female can resist the temptation of monopolizing a high-ranking male. You don’t even know this female’s name!”

After Reason analyzed much, Mousse’s brain only received the last sentence.

“I still don’t know your name.”

Mousse looked expectantly at the female.

The female avoided the heterochromatic male’s blazing gaze and said in a low voice:

“X.”

“Aix… Aix?”

The originally brief pronunciation was drawn out very long in the male’s mouth, as if becoming another complex and unfamiliar name.

The beautiful and noble male’s eyes sparkled, as if discovering something very special, joyfully saying:

“I like this name, Aix.”

Aix it is then.

X thought—after all, no insect would probe into how a hunter’s code name should be pronounced.

Moreover, the male’s voice when saying this name sounded very pleasant.

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One month had passed since physiological awakening ended.

Mousse had completely grown into an elegant and beautiful adult male appearance.

Under Reason’s hard work and control, he’d made slight progress in shedding filters toward his guide.

Well… imperceptible progress.

Before Reason and guide filters could fight to a conclusion.

Mousse faced a new matter.

The hunter who took him in… ah no, the hunter was pregnant.

Pregnant with his egg.

Zerg reproduction rates were extremely low.

Even couples loving each other for many years struggled to have one offspring.

The female’s pregnancy left the newly adult Mousse completely bewildered and at a loss.

The female’s underground safe house only had one bed.

After physiological awakening, the female yielded the bed to Mousse, sitting alone at the table all night.

Mousse really couldn’t accept occupying the other’s bed like this.

Moreover, they’d already slept together through that intense week. Just lying together on one bed to rest shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Ultimately, Mousse invited the female onto the bed.

At his insistence, Aix slept in the same bed with him.

The pure sharing-covers-lying-flat kind of sleep.

Meaning they only had relations during that physiological awakening period.

Mousse never thought the female would get pregnant.

Aix himself never thought so either.

If not for Mousse using the gradually repaired terminal to do simple scanning checks on himself and the female, he wouldn’t have even discovered this.

Now the problem came.

Egg growth and development couldn’t be separated from male pheromones.

To want this offspring to grow smoothly and be born, pheromone nourishment must be provided.

Mousse hesitantly looked toward the female, pondering how to speak.

Before he struggled to a conclusion, the female spoke first:

“I provide you food and shelter. During these months before you leave, I hope you can provide pheromones for the egg.”

This was what Mousse should do.

But the female saying it like this made it seem like some kind of transaction.

Like he was using his body to exchange for the food and shelter the female provided.

A dignified prince, once fallen on hard times, doing male worker things—was this appropriate?

Mousse quietly glanced at Aix’s handsome face and full chest, struggling internally.

If he agreed too quickly, wouldn’t it seem cheap?

Even doing such things, he had to be the most expensive one.

Aix silently waited for the male’s answer.

Gaze lowered, hands at his sides slightly clenched.

The male might not agree.

Though he knew little about the Empire, he also knew how much Empire males were stars surrounded by moons.

For females to obtain male pheromones, they must please in every way, exert themselves to delight.

He was never good at these things.

Nor could he produce things to please the male before him.

The male before him clearly came from wealth and nobility. Even saying he was a prince or even Insect Emperor, Aix would believe it.

Such a male grew from brocade piles. Even the most precious gems wouldn’t warrant a second glance.

The Dark Sector’s way of obtaining males was much simpler and more violent.

Just defeat or kill all the guys competing for males.

Then the male could be privately owned.

Aix couldn’t do such things. He couldn’t strike at the weak, much less force the male before him to do unwilling things.

Aix touched his belly.

If the male was unwilling, then this egg… should be removed.

The Dark Sector had no place for surgery.

But it’s fine. Females had strong healing power. He could directly scoop out the breeding pouch.

Mousse suddenly felt his spine turn cold, as if something bad was about to happen.

High-ranking male premonitions were always accurate.

Mousse quietly glanced at the female before him.

The only existence here that could bring him danger was the other party.

No way, right?

He just answered slowly for a bit, and the female wanted to kill him to vent?

Or first rape then kill, then rape again then kill again?

Seemed terrifying.

Mousse hurriedly answered: “I’m willing!”

It sounded like agreeing to a proposal.

The female hadn’t even proposed to him yet—couldn’t agree so hastily.

“Ah, I mean, I’m willing to provide you pheromones.”

Mousse said: “You’re carrying my egg too. This is what I should do.”

Aix breathed a sigh of relief, his anxious heart heavily settling.

He said: “Then I’ll trouble you to provide pheromones daily.”

“Daily?!” Mousse was shocked.

According to scientific calculations, once a month was sufficient to meet the egg’s basic growth needs.

Males who cared more about offspring would increase it to once a week.

Frequency within a week had nothing to do with offspring.

Purely because the male liked the pregnant female.

Aix didn’t understand these things.

Seeing the male’s shocked doubt, as if unwilling, he spoke to ask:

“Every day… isn’t acceptable?”

If the male was unwilling, he could only lower requirements.

Aix touched his belly, somewhat worried.

Uncertain if the egg could smoothly grow and be born.

“Acceptable, of course acceptable!” Mousse hurriedly said.

As a male, how could he let his female question whether he was capable?

Moreover, after completing physiological awakening, he’d already broken through from A-rank to S-rank.

As an S-rank male, he was very capable.

Never mind just once daily.

Even asking him to continue for half a year without stopping until the egg was born—he had no problem with that.

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