SGT CH223

[Hello, I am the translator from an alternate world.]

[I have thoroughly read the entirety of Reforming Scum Gongs, but Brainless in Love, and am proficient in multiple disciplines including The Study of Little Cakes Being Stubborn and Tsundere, Brother X’s Traditional Skill of Gouging Out Hearts, Love-Struck Psychology, and The Linguistic Art of the Tsundere.]

A blue-and-white mechanical orb with a pair of mechanical cat ears perched on top floated in midair, peddling its services earnestly to the Prince.

Mu Si was preoccupied with X locked in the disciplinary chamber and had zero time to listen to the inexplicable nonsense spouted by this suddenly appearing mechanical ball.

Just moments ago, he had been bound to a livestream screen from an alternate world.

That screen from another world claimed that if he did not undergo reform, he would die at X’s hands, and that X was pregnant with his insect egg.

Mu Si strode quickly to the entrance of the disciplinary chamber. The access control system recognized his identity, and the heavy metal door slid open automatically.

What wafted out first was the stale, metallic scent of blood. Mu Si furrowed his brows slightly, sweeping a glance across the black-haired female restrained in the very center of the room, instructing the accompanying sub-female physician to conduct an examination on him.

Floating in the air, the little mechanical ball of a translator was still working hard to sell itself.

[Your Imperial Highness, please give me a try! I am truly very useful, and I can keep your path of romance from going astray.]

Mu Si folded his arms coldly, harboring not the slightest interest; he had no need for translation software.

Living in the Zerg Empire, where the Zerg shared a unified written script and spoken language, what was there to translate? Translating Zerg into Zerg?

[Yes, you need a translator to translate Zerg into Zerg.]

Seeing the Prince unmoved, the translator turned to X to pitch itself.

[Major General X, I am the translator from an alternate world, proficient in multiple disciplines and skills including interpersonal relationships and the art of language. I can analyze all the unspoken subtext of tsundere, sharp-tongued males. You definitely need me.]

X was completely baffled, the gaze he directed toward the mechanical orb and the Prince tinged with wariness.

“Heh.” Mu Si crossed his arms and let out a cold sneer, expressing faint disdain toward the guarded vigilance in X’s eyes.

[Oh… I truly cannot stand the two of you.]

The translator decided to activate automatic translation mode.

It said to X:

[What he means is: you actually harbor such deep wariness toward him and do not trust him in the slightest; he is angry, and also heartbroken.]

X: “…?”

Mu Si’s mind went blank for an instant, nearly failing to hold his expression. In the next heartbeat, he glared furiously at the mechanical orb floating beside X, looking ready to dismantle it into scrap.

Translator: [I hit the nail right on the head, which is why he is flying into an embarrassed rage.]

“Shut up!” Mu Si snapped furiously.

[Alright, but I do not possess an organ such as a mouth. Allow me to introduce my vocal synthesizer…]

Mu Si had no leisure to pay it any more heed, because the sub-female physician’s examination results had arrived.

“The Major General is pregnant! The egg has been developing within his body for three months!”

Mu Si nudged the sub-female physician aside, stepping in front of the terminal’s light screen.

Status: Pregnant.

Gestation: Three months.

Diagnosis: Lack of male pheromones; insect egg development halted.

X also stared in shock at the light screen, his entire focus arrested by this unexpected revelation.

His gaze locked onto the diagnostic report, reading with utmost solemnity.

Mu Si shot him a glance, asking the physician:

“What is going on with this developmental halt?”

[He knows that X cares deeply about this insect egg. If anything happens to the egg, X might detonate his insect core to drag him down to the grave together.]

[Perhaps the best resolution is to strike first and kill X. But he cannot bring himself to do it; he has never once considered letting X die. He needs X to live, to shoulder the love and hatred that have been suppressed for over a decade.]

[Therefore, he needs to find a way to preserve the insect egg.]

The translator translated with diligent dedication.

In an instant, dead silence fell over the room.

Mu Si held back for a long time, nearly crushing the terminal in his hand before squeezing out two words: “Shut up.”

[I cannot do that. My work has just begun, and it cannot be interrupted halfway through.]

Earlier, upon seeing that the insect egg had halted development due to a lack of pheromones and was critically endangered, X had been consumed by worry and fury toward the Prince, perhaps even tinged with a wisp of icy killing intent.

Yet after hearing the translator’s words, he was struck bewildered.

Were those the Prince’s thoughts?

He did not understand where the Prince’s love and hatred stemmed from, but… he heard that the Prince wanted to save the insect egg.

As long as the insect egg could be saved…

“Your Highness…”

A parched, raspy voice sounded.

Since Mu Si had entered the disciplinary chamber, this was the first time X had spoken.

Mu Si’s footsteps paused.

The translator translated with equal diligence:

[What Major General X means is: as long as the insect egg can be preserved, he is willing to do anything; he is willing to pay any price.]

X pressed his lips slightly together, offering no denial.

“Heh.” Mu Si let out a faint, cold sneer.

[The Prince feels that such a simple meaning requires no translation.]

[Furthermore, his mentality is off-balance; you care more about your biological cub than about him.]

[This situation is what I typically refer to as the second-child dilemma, although this is technically the first.]

Mu Si inhaled a deep breath just to suppress the urge to dismantle that thing on the spot.

X… grew even more confused.

He understood every single word the mechanical orb uttered, yet strung together, the meaning left a bug completely at a loss.

Not wanting to get entangled in this topic any longer, Mu Si asked the physician directly:

“What must be done to save the insect egg?”

Understanding that the Prince intended to preserve the insect egg, the physician dispensed with superfluous words and answered bluntly:

“Tenfold for every one lost.”

“The pheromones missed in the earlier stage must be replenished at ten times the volume,” the physician said.

Tenfold the pheromones—that was an amount even an exceptionally favored female would struggle to receive.

Even if X believed the Prince wanted to preserve this insect egg, he did not believe the Prince would bestow so much pheromone upon him.

In despair, X closed his eyes, his originally upright, unyielding spine slumping down as though drained of all strength.

Mu Si knit his brows slightly, instructing the physician to step outside first.

Only the two bugs remained inside the disciplinary chamber.

Along with that hovering mechanical orb.

Mu Si’s eyes darted slightly, turning an idea over in his mind.

“You heard it as well. Ten times the pheromones are required for the insect egg to survive.”

The translator hurriedly said to X:

[He wants to bleep—to legally, compliantly, reasonably, and rightfully bleep you.]

Mu Si: “…”

He truly ought to scrap this orb.

X, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief.

He had long guessed that the Prince would use this to humiliate him.

If he could obtain pheromones through this, he didn’t care what he had to endure.

Only… he didn’t think the Prince could provide sufficient pheromones.

Ten times the volume was simply far too much.

X’s gaze surreptitiously settled onto the Prince’s exposed neck.

The translator provided a friendly translation of his body language:

[He does not believe you will grant him sufficient pheromones, and is contemplating whether to resort to extreme measures to extract them.]

Mu Si felt a chill run down the back of his neck.

A high-ranking male’s mental perception was extraordinarily acute; he naturally understood what X’s “extreme measures” referred to.

Halting in his tracks, fury surged within Mu Si’s chest.

“Major General X, you wouldn’t want your child to die in your womb either, would you?”

The gaze he cast toward X brimmed with overt malice.

There were many ways a male could bestow pheromones upon a female; they could make a female feel heavenly ecstasy, or subject him to excruciating agony.

[Ah! He wants to bleep you with extreme brutality!]

The translator’s screen practically flushed burning red.

Its tone was filled with shock and horror, or rather, an aura of intense, perverse anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, X proactively relaxed his body. Maintaining his posture of kneeling bound in chains, he slowly tilted his head back, exposing his throat encircled by the inhibitor, gazing up at the Prince from below, his voice softening in tandem:

“If Your Highness is willing to bestow some pheromones upon me.”

[As long as you give him pheromones, however you want to bleep him is completely fine!]

The translator projected loudly on his behalf.

X watched him quietly, displaying rare submissiveness and fawning obedience. Even his habitually detached emerald eyes softened with emotion, like delicate little hooks, cool, fragile, and stirring a bug’s heart with restless craving.

A clumsy disguise.

An unpracticed seduction.

Yet it miraculously calmed Mu Si’s rage.

Even though Mu Si knew his motives with crystal clarity.

A performance understood by both parties.

Stepping forward, Mu Si reached out to pinch X’s chin.

“If you want pheromones, you had better perform well.”

His tone was frivolous, his gaze sweeping across X’s neck and full pectoral muscles, carrying an unmistakable innuendo.

[He is captivated. Even though your disguise is clumsy and your seduction unpracticed, he loves it.]

[You need to take the initiative, flatter him, please him, and make him bleep—]

Mu Si: “…”

Could this damned translation ball be dismantled or not?!

X glanced at the Prince with a touch of surprise, then voluntarily parted his lips, taking the Prince’s fingertips into his mouth.

The tip of his tongue curled with subservient coaxing, attempting to please him.

Mu Si’s brain short-circuited in an instant, yanking his hand back in utter panic.

His eyes darted rapidly toward the livestream screen at the side, only to see it flooded with frantic, excited bullet comments.

With ears burning hot, Mu Si glared fiercely at the female before him.

“Can’t you show a little restraint?!”

The translator said to X:

[He likes it, he likes it to death! But as you know, he is a virgin who only recently completed his physiological awakening with you.]

[Wait a minute… it seems you didn’t know about this?]

[Whatever, you know now anyway.]

X’s eyes filled with utter astonishment.

That day… had been the Prince’s physiological awakening?

Mu Si glanced at X, meeting those stunned eyes.

His brows instantly knit tight as he demanded in a low, sharp voice:

“What is that look supposed to mean? You didn’t even know that was my physiological awakening???”

The translator turned to X and said:

[You took his first time, yet you didn’t care at all. He is angry now; you have to coax him.]

“Your Highness, I…”

X was temporarily at a loss for words.

No matter; the translator was his mouthpiece.

[He truly did not know that was your first time. After all, he had been drugged, his mind was clouded, he couldn’t remember anything clearly, and he thought you forcefully bleeped him.]

“X?!!?”

Mu Si grabbed X’s collar in a fury, interrogating sharply:

“What did you say? I forced you?! Ha?!”

Having run out of options, the translator could only say to X:

[He is furious, angrier than any time before. After all, you were the one who released pheromones first, crawled onto his body, and sat on him.]

[That’s right, in fact, you were entirely proactive that night, and after taking the initiative, you gouged out his heart.]

[Naturally, your mind was not clear at the time, but what’s done is done, and there is nothing I can do about it. This problem can only be resolved by you.]

[If you fail to resolve it properly… oh no, that leads straight to the mutual-death ending.]

[Could both parties please calm down and settle this matter properly?]

How could Mu Si possibly calm down?

He had kindly saved X, and X actually thought he had forced him?!

He had thought that at least during that night, during those moments of tangled limbs and whispered breath, X had loved him.

He had thought their passion was mutual.

And it turned out X thought it was “forced”?!

In X’s eyes, was it merely a one-sided coercion???

Mu Si was so enraged he nearly ground his teeth to dust.

X’s face turned ashen pale, his gaze frozen in horrified shock, as if his soul had been sucked dry.

“I… forced Your Highness?”

X spoke slowly, his lips completely bloodless.

[He now believes he forced you. According to standard procedure, the next step is for him to gouge out his own heart.]

[Ah, that is truly a gruesome scene. Even after reading it countless times in the original novel, it is hard to get used to.]