SGT CH201

201 Zerg: Major General X Falls into the Hands of a Malicious Mental Groomer 7

◎”Congratulations, you are two weeks pregnant.”◎

Mu Si selectively recounted their past.

From his time wandering into the Dark Star Region, being picked up by X, and taken home to be cared for.

To when he was fetched by his Female Father, parting ways from then on.

And finally, their reunion during mental soothing and physiological awakening.

Everything he spoke was the truth, merely omitting certain parts.

Such as X’s abandonment of him, and his subsequent retaliation against X.

Given the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal’s understanding of the Prince’s character, they could tell the Prince was concealing key details.

The Prince valued sentiments above all else.

If he had truly been separated by accident from that female back in the Dark Star Region, it was impossible for the Prince not to search for him.

For so many years, the Prince had avoided speaking of everything that occurred in the Dark Star Region, never once mentioning that female.

Something monumental must have transpired between them.

Yet the Prince was unwilling to elaborate, Major General X had indeed shown immense kindness to the Prince, and the Prince cared deeply about Major General X.

They had no reason to stop the two bugs from being together.

The Zerg Emperor had always been open-minded, never excessively interfering in his cub’s life.

For the Prince’s Female Monarch, what mattered most was that the Prince liked him.

As long as he was not some villain of heinous atrocities or a bug harboring deep-seated hatred toward the royal family, he would not stand in the way.

As for family background, that was actually the least important factor.

Shi’an still felt a tiny bit unsettled.

In his cub’s life, another immensely important female had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Yet he had known nothing about it.

His cub now kept little secrets from him.

Heartbreaking.

As for Major General X…

X had saved his cub back then, for which Shi’an was profoundly grateful.

Yet the Major General had quietly swept his cub away without a sound, which made it very hard for Shi’an to balance his feelings.

“An engagement is fine, but I must speak with Major General X,” Shi’an said.

Mu Si tensed up.

His Female Father used the word “speak,” yet the aura radiating from his person gave him the distinct illusion that he was going to pick a fight with X.

The Zerg Emperor patted the Prince’s shoulder, signaling him not to interfere.

Matters between females should be resolved by females in their own way.

Even if they truly had a bout, it wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.

Combat was the finest way for females to foster mutual rapport.

“Alright…”

Mu Si could only acquiesce.

“But please don’t really fight; stop at the point of contact, stop at the point of contact.”

On one side was his Female Father, and on the other was X; whoever got hurt would make Mu Si feel awful.

“Are you afraid I’ll bully your future Female Monarch?”

Shi’an feigned displeasure.

“I’m afraid that blockhead X won’t know his own strength and will hurt you.”

Oh no…

The moment the words left his mouth, Mu Si realized something was wrong.

Didn’t his words imply that his Female Father couldn’t beat X?

The more he tried to explain, the worse it became.

Sure enough, he saw his Female Father’s complexion turn darker than before.

“Heh.” Angered to the point of laughter, Shi’an chuckled.

“Now I truly wish to have a proper spar with Major General X.”

Mu Si scrambled to salvage the situation, “No, actually…”

“Actually, X doesn’t know yet that I am the little male he saved and raised back then.”

Mu Si chose to drop another bombshell to cover up his previous blunder.

Zerg Emperor: “?”

Shi’an: “???”

They had reached the stage of discussing marriage, yet he didn’t know?

“He didn’t recognize me…”

Speaking of this, Mu Si felt somewhat sorrowful.

“I do not plan on revealing my identity to him for the time being. I ask Male Father and Female Father to keep this secret for me.”

“This…”

Shi’an hesitated slightly.

“Keeping a secret isn’t difficult, but you must tell him eventually; you can’t keep him in the dark forever.”

Shi’an felt a rare sense of empathy toward Major General X.

Toward a cub raised with his own hands, a female would always harbor profoundly deep affection, impossible to let go of in a lifetime.

Although he didn’t know the specific reason X and the Prince had separated back then.

He could easily imagine how much X cared for that little male from the past.

Perhaps X had been searching for that little male’s whereabouts all along, inquiring after news of him.

If the Prince was standing right beside X yet hid it from him the entire time, that would be far too cruel to Major General X.

Mu Si fell silent for a moment, then murmured:

“I will… after we are married.”

He had to bind X securely by his side before he could rest easy.

Only then would he dare tear open his own bloody wounds for X to see.

By that time, X would have lost all routes of retreat, unable to escape him ever again, able only to plummet into the abyss alongside him.

·

The next day, Shi’an invited X to tour the combat chamber, naturally engaging in a sparring match with X.

Having long abandoned revenge, and facing the Prince’s Female Father who was also the commanding officer who had promoted him, X naturally could not fight ruthlessly.

He only flared up for an instant when recalling the little male.

Yet he quickly reined in his momentum, silently acting as a sparring partner for the Marshal.

Regarding X sweeping his male son away without a word, Shi’an harbored some grievance.

Yet he genuinely held deep admiration for X as an individual.

Learning that X had saved and raised his male son, while the Prince was concealing his identity without telling X to this day, he inevitably felt an added touch of guilt and sympathy.

His strikes also pulled their punches considerably.

A duel that should have sent sparks flying ended up carrying an air of mutual respect and appreciation toward the end.

“You broke through to SS-rank?”

After the spar concluded, Shi’an asked X as he stepped out of his mecha.

Although X had barely taken the offensive, from his fleeting burst of power, Shi’an had discerned the shift in X’s strength.

“Yes,” X did not conceal it either.

“I broke through a few days ago…”

Breaking through after receiving the Prince’s mental soothing.

“I haven’t had the chance to report it yet.”

Daring not mention the affairs between the Prince and himself, X could only gloss over it vaguely.

“Good. Breaking through is a wonderful thing; our Zerg race gains another grand general.” Pleased and appreciative, Shi’an patted his shoulder.

After offering some words of encouragement, he brought up the Prince.

“The Prince is the cub who breaks my heart the most; I owe him countless debts of guilt.”

Shi’an sighed softly.

Back then, when he and His Majesty were away from the palace, the Prince, still a cub, suffered an assassination attempt, falling into a spatial wormhole and wandering into the Dark Star Region.

Three years without a single trace of news.

Until the Zerg Emperor’s expanding psychic power received the coordinates transmitted back by the Prince.

He personally led the fleet to bring the Prince back.

At that time, the Prince had failed his secondary awakening, remaining trapped in the form of a second-stage cub.

Tiny and frail, curled in his arms weeping so hard he couldn’t speak, filling Shi’an with boundless heartache and self-reproach.

Because of the failed awakening, both the Prince’s physical and mental health were in dreadful states.

It took another three years of recuperation to barely nurse him back.

Yet lingering aftereffects remained.

The physical aftereffect manifested in the Prince being completely insensitive to the pheromones of all females, delaying his physiological awakening indefinitely.

The psychological aftereffect was buried far too deep, known only to the Prince himself.

“This child, the Prince… since that incident, his temperament turned somewhat extreme, struggling to open his heart to others. Yet fundamentally, he is a good child. It’s just that when dealing with those he cares for too deeply, he easily loses his composure and makes mistakes.”

Shi’an spoke at length without realizing it.

Catching himself talking too much, he reined in his emotions, offering a final word to the Major General:

“In the future, if the Prince hides anything from you… or does anything wrong to you, please bear with him a little.”

X’s expression stiffened, not understanding why the Marshal was telling him all this.

Could it be… the Marshal knew about him and the Prince?

And knew that the Prince was merely dallying with him, with no intention of taking responsibility.

That the Prince would eventually marry another female.

Therefore, the Marshal was comforting him, and also advising him.

Telling him not to hold it against the Prince, not to harbor resentment toward the Prince.

“I understand…” X lowered his head, speaking softly.

With a beginning like theirs, it was fundamentally impossible to have a happy conclusion.

He knew very well what kind of bug the Prince was.

Knowing how wicked and heartless the Prince could be.

Yet his heart was beyond the control of his willpower; knowing full well how awful that male was, he had fallen in love regardless of everything.

Falling in love with the Prince was his own one-sided affair.

He would never extravagantly demand anything in return from the Prince.

Even when the Prince decided to marry another bug, yet still demanded that he wait in place and continue acting as his clandestine lover… he had agreed.

The male’s fleeting interest and temporary companionship was already the finest thing he could ever obtain.

Once the Prince thoroughly lost interest in him, he would leave the Capital Star, garrisoning the borders, guarding his homeland for the Prince, never to return.

“The Prince is very good. Even if anything happens, it is my own fault. I will fulfill my duties, and I will also… attend the Prince’s adulthood ceremony.”

Attending the Prince’s engagement ceremony.

X closed his eyes heavily.

Fearing he might lose his composure, he hastily asked to be excused from the Marshal.

Shi’an noticed his off-kilter emotional state, but couldn’t stop him either, glancing at him with slight worry as he said:

“Go on, have a good talk with the Prince.”

X departed with hurried strides.

Yet the moment he stepped out of the combat chamber, he ran into the Prince, who crashed straight into his embrace.

Worried that his Female Father and X might hurt each other in a fight, Mu Si had secretly followed and peeked through the crack of the door. Unfortunately, the combat chamber doors were sealed tight, revealing nothing. Because the door opened abruptly, he tumbled forward, crashing straight into X’s arms: “…”

“Haha, what a coincidence, I was just passing by.”

Covering his forehead, Mu Si stood upright.

Quickly scanning X from top to bottom, confirming he wasn’t injured, he breathed a sigh of relief. Poking his head into the combat room, seeing his Female Father was safe and sound as well, he finally relaxed completely.

Not knowing why the Prince had come, X stood there at a loss.

Shi’an, however, knew exactly why he was here, feeling utterly speechless.

Unable to rest easy even over this, terrified he might hurt his female, eagerly coming to keep watch.

Shi’an felt both exasperated and amused.

He simply shooed both bugs away, out of sight, out of mind.

·

Since everything was out in the open with his Female Father and Male Father anyway, Mu Si simply dragged X to his own bedchamber.

“My Female Father didn’t say anything strange to you, did he?”

Mu Si asked tentatively.

He was still somewhat worried his Female Father had spilled all his secrets to X.

“The Marshal merely spoke words of care regarding Your Highness,” X murmured softly.

“That’s good, then.” Mu Si breathed a sigh of relief.

Lifting his lowered eyes to glance at the Prince, bewilderment rose in X’s heart.

What was the Prince worried the Marshal might say to him?

Was he afraid the Marshal would promise him the position of a secondary female companion?

The Marshal wouldn’t do that.

With how much the Marshal doted on the Prince, he would never do anything against the Prince’s wishes.

“Alright, stop thinking about that, come pick out formal attire. There are only two days left before the adulthood ceremony; time is tight, we must prepare quickly.”

Mu Si pulled X along to try on formal suits.

Over the next two days, X was dragged along by the excited Prince to try on countless sets of formal attire.

There were so many outfits, exceedingly lavish and precious, and most importantly… every single set paired impeccably with the Prince’s own formal wear.

X soon realized that these were not outfits meant for him.

These were formal garments prepared for the Prince’s betrothed Female Monarch.

The Prince was using him to help try them on.

Probably because his build was similar to that Female Monarch’s.

A bitter ache welled up in X’s heart, impossible to voice.

Every time he changed into a suit that matched the Prince, standing beside him.

He could picture the Prince standing at the adulthood ceremony alongside another female dressed in this very matching suit, exchanging vows under the envious and congratulatory gazes of all guests.

His heart ached as if sliced by daggers.

Yet under the Prince’s inquiries of “do you like this outfit” and “does it look good,” he still had to offer affirmative answers.

It wasn’t just trying on suits, but also trying on accessories.

Among them, there was even a ring…

Both an engagement wedding ring and a ring of authority.

The Prince would bestow all authority of the Prince’s estate upon his Female Monarch, sharing all power equally with him.

This was the marital union among top nobility.

Sharing authority, sharing honor and disgrace.

They would be bound together, deeply woven into each other’s lives.

Even when passionate romance faded into calm domesticity, they would remain each other’s most indispensable presence, inseparable forever.

“Do you like it?” the Prince asked.

“I like it,” X closed his eyes deeply.

He had lost count of how many times he had repeated this answer.

The Prince loved that female deeply, placed great value on this marriage, and wanted to give the very best of everything to that female.

X’s stomach churned violently, feeling terribly uncomfortable.

Yet on the surface, he remained as composed as ever, revealing not a hint of distress.

The adulthood ceremony and marriage to a Female Monarch were monumental milestones in a male’s life.

Anyone could tell that the Prince brimmed with anticipation and passion for everything about to unfold.

He didn’t want to dampen the Prince’s spirits.

Cooperating with every single whim of the Prince to the utmost.

Even when the Prince pulled him along to practice the dance steps for the adulthood ceremony.

At the adulthood ceremony, a male would share his first dance with the female he was betrothed to…

·

No matter how much X wished to evade it, the evening of the adulthood banquet arrived after all.

The Prince urged him to change into formal attire.

X recognized that it was one of the sets the Prince had finalized.

The Prince had given one of those sets to him.

On the surface, it made him look like a bug who held great importance in the Prince’s heart.

Yet X knew that aside from the outfit worn by the Female Monarch in the end, none of the others mattered.

They were all cast aside by the Prince.

Just like him.

X changed into the suit alone in the cloakroom.

A faint discomfort churned in his lower abdomen.

Similar sensations had surfaced frequently over the past few days.

It was probably his emotional turmoil affecting his body.

It wasn’t a major issue.

An SS-grade female possessed a formidable constitution; nothing serious would happen.

Yet tonight was the Prince’s adulthood ceremony, and X didn’t want any mishaps to occur because of him.

He activated his terminal to perform a scan on himself.

Preparing to take some medicine in advance according to the symptoms.

A synthesized mechanical voice rang out:

“Congratulations, you are two weeks pregnant.”