SGT CH215

215 Mu Si’s Infinite Flow Adventure 2

◎He married the little male he raised with his own hands◎

The space inside the tent resembled an independent hotel suite, completely cut off from the outside world.

“The insect egg… you spoke of.”

X spoke stiffly.

Knowing that X did not entirely believe his words, Mu Si switched his terminal to medical diagnostic mode and performed an abdominal scan on him.

[Congratulations, you are 2 months pregnant.]

Two months?

Mu Si glanced at it in surprise.

It seemed the duration he had imprisoned X was not as long yet, and the insect egg’s condition might be better than it was back then.

This allowed Mu Si to heave a quiet sigh of relief.

Staring blankly at the scanned image on the light screen, X’s mind went completely hollow.

It was actually true.

He had an insect egg.

He was carrying the egg of this malicious male who had once claimed him by force.

“Are you alright?”

Seeing that X’s state was off, Mu Si wanted to support him toward the sofa to sit down. The moment his hand brushed against X’s arm, however, it was flung away.

Mu Si caught the deep-seated resistance in his eyes.

Silence descended for a moment.

Lowering his eyes, X reined in his expression, refusing to let any disrespectful defiance show.

“Apologies, Your Highness, I merely…”

The insect egg required a male’s pheromones; he could not afford to antagonize the male at a time like this.

He could pay any price for everything he had done, even if it meant his own life.

The insect egg, however, was innocent.

“I am willing to do anything, so long as Your Highness is willing to grant me a wisp of pheromones.”

Bowing his head, X bent his knees.

Major General X, who had remained unbroken and unyielding even after months of imprisonment, lowered his head before him and dropped to his knees.

Startled, Mu Si hastily helped him up.

Over all these years, X had only ever knelt before him in bed or during other moments of passion, and never for humiliation, but for erotic indulgence.

“You don’t have to be like this. Of course I will give you pheromones… This is my insect egg too.”

Everything seemed to have reverted to the moment he first released X from the disciplinary chamber.

A pang of bitter ache rose in Mu Si’s chest.

Back then, although he had been willing to give X pheromones, his heart had been steeped in sorrow and resentment over his perceived abandonment and the wounds X had dealt him.

He had racked his brains trying to torment him.

Even when dispensing pheromones, he made sure X never had an easy time.

Now, however, he only wanted to treat him well.

To pour out boundless love and restitution upon him.

Evidently, though, X harbored zero trust in any of this.

His unusual demeanor only made X all the more wary.

Mu Si could not confess his true identity or their shared past right now either.

That would only terrify X.

Making him even more reluctant to accept his pheromones.

It would also remind X of how he had carved out his own heart back then.

Under such extreme emotional turmoil, X might seek his own death.

Thinking back to how X had gouged out his heart to repay him, Mu Si still felt lingering dread.

He never wanted to live through that bloody nightmare ever again.

In the end, Mu Si could only rein in his emotions, burying the heartache and guilt deep down, suppressing the urge to pull X into his arms and recount everything they had shared.

Looking at the clothes still caked with dried blood on his frame, his eye rims reddened as he asked:

“Do you want to take a bath and change into fresh clothes?”

X interpreted the Prince’s words as: You are covered in blood and filth, and the Prince cannot stomach touching you.

Securing pheromones for the insect egg was what mattered most.

And so he complied, submissively stepping into the suite’s private bathroom to wash up.

Standing beneath the misty spray to cleanse his body, X could not help recalling the Prince’s faintly reddened eyes.

The Prince’s guilt toward him did not look feigned.

X himself had no need for such remorse after the fact.

Yet if the Prince’s guilt could keep his insect egg alive, that was enough.

X did not change into clothes; he had no other garments to wear.

Wrapping only a bath towel around his waist, he walked out.

Mu Si sat on the sofa reviewing X’s physical diagnostic report. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, only to find X already standing before him, dropping onto his knees in a crouch.

“Your Highness, please allow me to serve you.”

Leaning forward, X brought his face close, his lips nearly grazing against the buttons of Mu Si’s trousers.

“No, wait!”

Mu Si scrambled to stop him, hurriedly clutching his trousers, which were on the verge of being unfastened.

He would certainly give X pheromones, but diving straight into this right off the bat was far too blunt.

He did not want their intimacy to exist solely for the sake of pheromones.

Even if that was precisely what X was thinking right now.

At the very least, he wanted X to derive pleasure from it as well.

His refusal caused X’s brows to knit slightly, worry and urgency surfacing across his features.

Sighing softly, Mu Si pulled X up and guided him to the bed.

Though it hadn’t been as long as the original timeline, X had knelt inside the disciplinary chamber for two whole months; his body was exhausted to the bone and shouldn’t be put through further strain.

Mu Si had X lie flat upon the soft mattress, propping himself up over his frame, lowering his gaze to look into those flickering emerald eyes.

Reaching out, he caressed his handsome profile, lowering his head to gently touch his lips, bestowing a soft, deeply tender kiss.

X’s eyes widened in sheer astonishment.

The featherlight touch upon his lips was impossible to ignore.

This was vastly different from what he had imagined.

Even among the Zerg, where romance was rarely spoken of and emotional expression was clumsy, kissing carried an extraordinarily distinct meaning.

Such mutual brushing of lips and breath resembled a convergence of souls.

Even in the marital unions of many females and males, such gestures rarely surfaced.

A male merely needed to bed a female and use him; there was no call for such superfluous tenderness.

Most males lacked the inclination to do so anyway.

Yet the Prince was kissing him.

Gently, yet with absolute earnestness.

Treated in such a manner, X felt an inexplicable illusion of being treasured.

Clearly, this was merely an illusion brought about by pheromones.

X fought to ignore those strange, unbidden feelings, raising his arms to embrace the Prince above him, seeking the pheromones within his mouth.

Mu Si granted X a round of pheromones, then performed a mental soothing session to mend his fractured mental realm.

Unable to resist the surge of pheromones and the soothing comfort of mental grooming, X sank into a deep slumber.

Tucking the blanket around him, Mu Si checked the time on his terminal and leaned against him to nap for a short while.

When the second half of the night arrived, he slipped out of bed, took a shower, and went out to take X’s watch shift for him.

Shi’an was somewhat surprised to see the Prince. Just as he was about to ask why he was awake and where X was, he caught the lingering scent of pheromones clinging to him.

The interior of the tent isolated pheromones, preventing them from drifting outside.

Once the Prince stepped out, however, that sweet fragrance became unmistakable.

A high-ranking male’s pheromones possessed far too strong a presence; even though Mu Si had intentionally showered, he could not wash it away completely.

Catching that residual scent, Shi’an understood what had transpired.

After absorbing a male’s pheromones, a female would indeed become satiated and prone to deep sleep.

To render X incapable of even getting out of bed, just how much pheromone had the Prince poured into him?

Shi’an told the Prince in a hushed voice to go back and rest; there was no reason to have a male stand guard.

Every shift had two or three zergs keeping watch together, so missing one made no difference.

Mu Si did not go back, whispering softly to his cifu:

“I’m going to keep X company.”

Saying this, he stole a glance at Hunter X beneath the distant tree.

Shi’an: “…”

He could tell now: his cub was thoroughly ensnared by X.

And there were two Xs here right now.

One was Major General X, who had wounded him yet whom he still insisted on marrying as his cijun.

The other was Hunter X from the Dark Star Region.

Neither of them was safe.

Shi’an was far from reassured and wanted to keep watch, but Mu Si pushed him back.

“Rest well, cifu. Goodnight, I’ll call you if anything happens.”

Considering that other military officers were present and nothing could easily go awry, Shi’an indulged him and returned to his own tent.

Having coaxed his cifu away, Mu Si walked toward Hunter X beneath the tree.

Evidently, he was also planning to lean against a tree and sleep, just like the other X had done earlier.

Befitting the fact that they were the exact same person.

Their habits were identical.

Mu Si walked up to him and sat down on the grass beside him.

X felt exceedingly uncomfortable with his presence, his frame stiffening.

He knew this male was his future Male Master, and also knew he was a noble Zerg prince, the imperial heir.

Which made him all the more at a loss as to how to interact with him.

One was a hunter from the Dark Star Region, while the other was an exalted prince; their paths should never have crossed.

They should never have had the chance to sit side by side in an entire lifetime.

Yet it had unfolded like this.

Utterly surreal.

While X’s mind was running in circles, Mu Si was observing him as well.

This was the X from the Dark Star Region—his X-gege.

Strictly speaking by chronological age, his current self was actually slightly older than this X.

This was the first time Mu Si had met an X younger than himself, and the sensation was wondrous.

Yet he was also the “brother” he knew best.

Mu Si caught his awkwardness and defensive guard.

Opening the heart of a cold, ruthless hunter was no easy feat.

Unless he was a soft, fair, adorable little male cub.

Mu Si curled his lips into a smile.

Dealing with this Hunter X required a method completely different from the other X.

And so, chuckling softly, he called out in a sweet, tender voice:

“X-gege.”

X’s complexion shifted violently, snapping his head toward him in an instant.

His eyes swept rapidly across the platinum-blond hair, the heterochromatic eyes of gold and green, taking in the features that felt unfamiliar yet carried a faint, haunting trace of familiarity, paired with that sweet, soft smile…

He recalled what that Zerg Marshal had called him earlier.

“Si Si?!”

X looked utterly incredulous, his eyes nearly popping out.

“That’s right. Did X-gege not recognize Si Si? That really makes this zerg sad.”

Mu Si retrieved the sweet, wheedling cub voice he hadn’t used in years, putting on a downcast pout.

“No, I… wait…”

X scrambled to explain, but suddenly remembered something.

Si Si had referred to his future self as “cijun.”

His future self had married Si Si.

The male had just emerged from the tent, still carrying the lingering scent of pheromones; he couldn’t even lie to himself that it was a fake marriage.

He had married the little male he had raised with his own hands, the little male he had nurtured as a cub…

X’s mind was blown completely blank by the revelation.