SGT CH170: Extra

Chapter 170: Zerg: Fallen Prince and Pregnant Hunter 2

◎The hunter seems thoroughly fried by him◎

Because the hunter was pregnant with his egg, in the following days, Mousse had to provide pheromones to the hunter once a day.

This wasn’t troublesome.

They already slept in the same bed, now just adding some pre-sleep exercise.

However, during that physiological awakening week, they did everything in the dark with lights off, unable to see each other’s appearance or body, only perceiving through physical contact.

Now, just thinking about being able to embrace Hunter Brother while looking at his face made him look forward to it.

Then, with a click, the female turned off the light.

Mousse: “…”

As the female’s cool aura arrived beside him and prepared to lie down, Mousse spoke softly:

“Um… can we keep the light on? A night light is fine too. I’m afraid of the dark.”

Afraid of the dark wasn’t exactly true.

It was just that males’ night vision wasn’t as strong as females’. Thinking Aix could clearly see all his reactions while he couldn’t even see the other’s expression made him feel frustrated.

Moreover, he felt he’d miss out on many beautiful sights.

Aix was silent for a moment, then got up to turn on the light.

There was no such thing as a night light.

Aix turned on power-saving mode. The light became dim and warm, not glaring, but enough to see everything clearly in the room.

Aix walked slowly back to the bedside, his body noticeably stiffer.

He’d never been intimate with a male in a lit environment.

This made him extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn’t help wondering if the male would find him exceptionally boring after seeing his appearance.

And his body—would the male like such an overly robust body?

Males in the Dark Sector seemed to prefer slender females.

Perhaps because such females posed less threat than robust ones.

So, even if controlled by high-ranking females, they were more willing to seek comfort from mid-to-low ranking females.

And most males in the Dark Sector were low-ranked, unable to mark high-ranking females.

Unmarked females had low possessiveness toward males and didn’t care much which insect the male trysted with each night, as long as he was available when needed.

As Aix lay down, he thought he’d ultimately become a high-ranking female imprisoning a male, forcing the male to exchange pheromones for his protection.

Then he was passionately pounced on by the male.

Mousse gave the female a full dose of pheromones, then reservedly held him and nuzzled lightly.

The female’s reaction with the lights on was indeed very interesting.

Whether it was the red ear tips as he avoided his gaze, or the beautiful rise and fall of his chest, all were particularly attractive to an insect.

Unfortunately, Hunter Brother was too cold and aloof, refusing to hug him back.

Only when pheromones were injected did his strong, powerful legs entwine around him, not allowing him to retreat.

Want to do it again, Mousse thought while nuzzling the female’s chest.

But it wasn’t appropriate.

One time could be said to be the female’s request for pheromones needed for the egg’s growth and development.

Continuing further would be taking advantage of the insect’s perilous state, doing this and that excessive thing to the female.

After all, the female was just kindly taking him in.

He hadn’t said he wanted to marry him or develop a closer relationship.

He couldn’t take the opportunity to fry the kind hunter again and again.

Although the other party was already full of his pheromone scent, as if thoroughly fried.

Mousse buried his face in the hunter’s full chest, secretly delighting in a not-so-honorable way.

Aix could sense the male’s happy mood, which made him breathe a long sigh of relief internally.

The male seemed very satisfied, appearing not to dislike his body.

This was enough.

Obtaining pheromones later would be much easier.

Aix guessed part of this was the influence of being the male’s guide.

He was exploiting the male’s attachment to his guide.

This made him feel ashamed.

But he had no other way.

The egg in his abdomen needed pheromones.

He only hoped the male’s interest in him would last a little longer.

The male hadn’t withdrawn yet.

Aix didn’t actively mention it, lying quietly on his side.

Mousse also pretended to forget, yawning while holding the female, preparing to sleep.

Both insects felt they were taking advantage of the other’s perilous state and gaining a huge advantage.

·

During the day, Aix arranged food for the male, took his weapons, and prepared to go out as usual.

“Hunter Brother, are you going out to hunt again?”

Mousse asked.

“Mm.”

Aix had corrected him before—he was a hunter-killer, not a hunter.

The male remembered for less than two days before forgetting again.

Forgetting was good too.

Hunter-killer wasn’t a decent profession, full of blood and cruelty that would scare the male.

Better let the male think he was a hunter making a living by hunting.

Mousse glanced at the food piled all over the table.

The food the female arranged for him this time was noticeably more than usual.

He hesitated a moment and asked: “Are you going to be away for a long time?”

“Yes.”

Aix had never left for too long before, usually returning within half a day at most.

Firstly, he worried about the male’s safety. Secondly, he needed to cook for the male, at least letting the male eat hot food.

“I’ll return before the second moon rises.”

Aix instructed in a low voice: “I assembled a simple heater, it’s on the table. Heat the food for ten minutes before eating. Remember to wear heat-insulating gloves, don’t burn your hands.”

Before the second moon rises… that was almost a whole day.

Mousse felt reluctant to part, but he couldn’t forcibly interfere with the female’s movements.

And the female clearly had no intention of taking him along.

Mousse could only say: “Alright, be safe. I’ll wait for you at home.”

Aix’s heart stirred slightly.

Home…

Is this place home?

Even he himself only regarded this as an underground safe house, a resting place to stop when exhausted.

After the male arrived, something seemed different.

It possessed… the feeling of home.

After Aix left, Mousse sat alone at the table feeling emo.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t been apart before, but thinking about the female leaving for a whole day made it feel exceptionally unbearable.

Reason couldn’t stand it and retorted in his mind.

“You still have the mood to be melancholy? That female is leaving for so long, you don’t even know what he’s going to do. You might just be sold by him.”

“How is that possible? For an outstanding male like me, who would bear to sell me? Isn’t keeping me locked in a basement for exclusive ownership more profitable? Besides, Hunter Brother isn’t the kind of insect you think. He’s a kind, good insect.”

Romance brain performing stably.

Reason died of anger.

“You weren’t like this before. What bewitching potion did that female give you? Could it be that males post-awakening are all composed of 1% reason and 99% romance brain?”

Mousse rubbed his face.

He wasn’t actually a romance brain who thought of nothing every day.

During this month in the underground dwelling, he tried repairing his damaged terminal, but limited network signal prevented contacting the Empire.

He also rummaged through the entire underground safe house, finding many things to understand this planet’s basic situation and the female’s identity.

This was the notorious Dark Sector, a gathering place for star pirates, criminals, and wanderers.

And Aix was a top-ranked hunter-killer in the Dark Sector, codenamed X.

Besides this, he also released mental power to explore many surrounding areas.

This safe house was located underground deep in the forest. Many powerful exotic beasts lived in the forest, but few intelligent races.

Occasionally some mid-to-low rank females would enter in groups, quickly leaving after hunting exotic beasts.

High-ranking females also appeared, though rarer in number, mostly fighting alone.

Outside the forest were some towns with extremely low development levels and extreme chaos, where various races mixed.

Among them were females and a very small number of low-ranking males.

Precisely because he carefully understood this planet, Mousse was even more certain that staying by Aix’s side was his best choice currently.

Absolutely not just romance brain at work.

When the second bright moon was about to rise, Mousse, who still hadn’t waited for Aix, couldn’t help standing up.

Okay, he admitted he was romance-brained.

Mousse climbed out of the safe house along the long ladder, pushed aside the stone blocking the entrance, and stood in the forest looking into the distance.

This was his first time out, seeing the outside world with naked eyes.

Actually, Aix never restricted him from coming out.

Even the long ladder was added after his arrival.

The female could completely climb out bare-handed, or even jump out with a leap.

Only males needed these things.

The world seen with naked eyes felt completely different from the world perceived by mental power.

The dark silent forest at night seemed to hide countless dangers, making insects hesitant to proceed.

But Aix hadn’t returned, making an insect worry.

Mousse took out the thermal weapon prepared in his storage bracelet, feeling somewhat safer.

Releasing mental power to scout the path while following his perception, he stepped into the moonlight, walking outward.

Just walking a few hundred meters, Mousse’s perception was faintly triggered.

Aix…

Mousse looked toward the quiet jungle under moonlight.

Males had poor night vision, but his mental perception told him Aix was just ahead.

But the other party stopped, seemingly not planning to approach.

Why?

Mousse walked forward.

As he approached, Aix silently shifted a step right, hiding behind a tree.

Mousse: Huh?

Was this playing hide-and-seek with him?

Or wanting to jump out suddenly when he approached to scare him?

Such a childish female.

Mousse cooperatively pretended not to notice and continued walking forward.

Actually, Aix hid very well.

With male vision, relying only on naked eyes without mental perception, Mousse couldn’t discover him at all.

But under the scanner-like probe of mental power, he knew clearly even the arc of the female’s lowered eyelashes.

Yet until he walked past the tree where Aix hid, Aix made no movement.

As if breathing and heartbeat had stopped together.

Mousse was in a dilemma.

Should he continue walking forward?

Just then, a new life form suddenly appeared in Mousse’s perception.

Simultaneously, a dazzling white light pierced through the jungle, shining straight onto Mousse.

“Look what I found, a solitary sub-adult female.”

A mocking and frivolous voice sounded.

Mousse looked up.

The comers were very fast, appearing on the tree in front of him in the blink of an eye.

One, two… three females.

Levels around B-rank to A-rank.

Mousse faintly heard three sharp inhales.

“Hiss… so beautiful.”

Males in the Dark Sector were mostly low-ranked, and Zerg appearance was positively correlated with rank. He was mistaken by these females as a sub-adult female.

Mousse, clearly an adult, was very unhappy.

His height absolutely counted as very tall among males.

Yet in these insects’ mouths, he only counted as a sub, adult, female.

And these insects’ gazes made an insect very uncomfortable.

Mousse didn’t know yet that in the Dark Sector where males were extremely scarce, outstanding-looking females were also often coveted.

Of course, outstanding-looking adult females were generally high-ranked, the kind they naturally dared not provoke.

But a sub-adult…

The strength difference between adult and sub-adult wasn’t just a star and a half.

Mousse sensed naked malice and was about to use the thermal weapon in his hand to wake up the opposing females.

Before he could act, he sensed Aix, who had hidden his aura behind the tree, move.

The next instant, three bodies hit the ground.

The flashlight shining white light fell to the ground with them.

Aix stood backlit on the damp grass, wiping blood from his sharp claws with a black cloth at his waist.

Mousse held his breath watching this scene, unable to recover his senses.

He knew Aix was powerful.

But his perception of Aix was roughly that of an ordinary A+ rank military female.

Now he knew how ridiculously wrong he was.

To reach A+ rank in the resource-scarce Dark Sector meant Aix’s talent and strength were of the topmost tier.

If he could join the Empire, under Empire cultivation, breaking through to S-rank absolutely wouldn’t be a problem, or perhaps even higher wasn’t impossible.

Perhaps he should abduct Aix to the Empire.

This was an idea Mousse had long ago.

Now, there was just an even more legitimate reason.

Mousse was hesitating how to speak when he saw Aix turn to look at him, emerald eyes glinting with eerie light in the darkness.

Inexplicably felt like being stared at by a predator.

Mousse touched the nape of his neck where hairs stood up.

But it wasn’t purely a sense of danger, rather another more thrilling feeling.

“Outside is very dangerous.”

Aix weighed his words carefully.

“I don’t recommend you leave.”

“But I have to leave eventually.”

He had to return to the Empire eventually.

And abduct Aix back together.

Mousse pondered abduction methods.

Would acting cute work? Or pretending to be pitiful?

If really necessary, using the cub’s future as leverage… would that be too wicked?

Would he be punched to death by the female?

Mousse glanced at the three lifeless bodies on the ground.

Scary.

“If you insist on doing so…”

Aix said in a low voice, stepping toward the male.

Mousse was waiting for what followed.

When the female walked up to him, lifted him single-handedly, and carried him on his shoulder.

Mousse: “???”

Mousse kicked his legs in bewilderment.

The female raised a hand to steady him, carrying him back the way they came.

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