SGT CH226

“It is a female egg. The patterns match your insect markings exactly, forming beautiful frost flowers.”

Leaning down, Mu Si placed the egg beside X’s pillow.

X looked at this insect egg—one he had nearly lost forever, yet which fate’s favor had ultimately returned to his embrace.

Lifting a hand to caress the still-warm shell, his eyes brimmed with profound tenderness, gratitude… and quiet peace.

Observing his expression, Mu Si said abruptly:

“I have zero experience looking after cubs, so you, the cifu, will have to shoulder the burden.”

X was the one who had experience raising a cub.

“I will…” X lowered his eyes, his voice soft.

He knew what the Prince was worried about.

The Prince feared he would cast everything aside and seek death.

He would not do that.

As long as his Si Si needed him to walk this earth, he would stay alive, spending his entire life in atonement.

There was also his and Si Si’s cub… the cub born of the male he treasured above all else…

Two bugs in this universe he could never bear to leave behind.

Closing his eyes, X pressed his forehead gently against the eggshell.

Watching this scene unfold, thoughts turned in Mu Si’s mind.

“I want more cubs. Once Miracle grows up, we will have another.”

Opening his eyes, X asked tentatively: “Miracle?”

“His name. Our first cub.”

Mu Si sat down beside the bed, caressing that insect egg.

Named after a miracle.

X watched the Prince’s slender fingers rest upon the egg; after a long pause, he gave a quiet murmur of assent:

“Alright.”

He agreed to bear more cubs for the male he had once nurtured as a youngling.

Anything the Prince desired.

Ever since the day their identities were laid bare and Mu Si insisted on bedding him, X seemed to have abandoned all bottom lines, never once refusing any of his demands.

From panicking and clutching at his garments to persuade him to stop at the start, to proactively bowing his head to serve him now.

Even when so ashamed he dared not open his eyes, he would surrender every inch of his body to him.

Exerting every effort to serve and please him.

No matter how deeply he drove inside.

Whether it was his egg chamber or his throat.

Or his mental realm.

All remained completely open to him.

Without the slightest resistance.

Yet deep down, X knew he was fundamentally unworthy of standing beside the Prince.

He had long forfeited the right to love the Prince.

He wished for the Prince to possess his own happiness.

To meet a female he genuinely favored and who loved him in return.

X had never truly regarded himself as the rightful Female Monarch.

Whenever other females showed favor to the Prince, courted him, or spent time with him, X never intruded, even proactively retreating to make room for them.

The consequence was weathering the Prince’s furious wrath that very night, tormented until he could scarcely stand.

His body knew far better than his mind just how large the former little male had grown.

Large enough to pry his very soul apart.

Pinching X’s jaw, Mu Si threatened:

“If this happens ever again, I will make you…”

Against a bug who cared nothing for rank or prestige, and cared not even for his own life, there was truly nothing that could serve as a threat.

Mu Si gritted his teeth, ultimately snarling:

“I will fuck you to death on this bed!”

The unfocused glaze in X’s eyes coalesced slightly; shifting his gaze onto the Prince’s face, he reached out proactively to embrace him, offering a low murmur of assent.

He didn’t particularly mind being fucked to death by the Prince, even if dying that way was rather unsightly and somewhat difficult to face.

If the Prince wished to do so, he would cooperate fully.

He simply did not want the Prince to feel aggrieved.

Since those outside females failed to bring joy to the Prince, there was no longer any need for them.

He would shoulder everything himself.

The duties of a Female Monarch, alongside what the Prince truly yearned for… love.

Harm could never mend harm; only love could.

This was the greatest distinction between the Prince and himself.

He had wounded the Prince’s heart and nearly cost the Prince his life; he had wanted to offer up his own heart and life in atonement.

Yet the Prince wanted none of that.

He wanted only his love—more and more of his love.

Lowering his head, X planted a kiss upon the Prince’s forehead.

He ought to give the Prince what he truly desired, rather than living in self-indulgent, one-sided remorse that brought only suffering to the Prince.

Mu Si’s eyelashes fluttered, looking up in sheer astonishment.

Over the past two years, X had complied with his every whim, even learning to please him voluntarily—taking him into his mouth, letting him breach his egg chamber, keeping his mental realm laid bare, performing everything a female would do for his male.

Because of a single remark about wanting more cubs, he had continually prepared for pregnancy, even though the Zerg fertility rate was abysmal and he might not conceive for decades.

Yet a kiss this pure, clean, and tender had never happened before.

Mu Si stared at him in wide-eyed shock.

Cupping his face, X pressed another featherlight, earnest kiss against the corner of his lips.

“I love you, Si Si.”

X murmured softly.

“I know I forfeited the right to love you long ago, yet I cannot control my own heart.”

Taking the Prince’s hand, X guided it downward, pressing his palm flat against his chest, right where his heart beat steadily beneath the ribs.

“It belongs to you. If you need it, you may cut it out at any moment.”

X said with absolute solemnity.

Stop right there!

Why must even a confession of love sound so bloody?!

Mu Si cast a resentful pout at X.

Yet the corners of his lips curled upward unbidden.

He understood X’s meaning.

X truly belonged to him now.

Completely and thoroughly, along with all his love, belonging entirely to him.

Beaming with joy, Mu Si threw himself into his arms, pulling his head down for a flurry of eager kisses.

X was left somewhat dazed by this sudden onslaught of affection.

Supporting Mu Si with one hand and seeing him kissing him all the way down, X blurted out in haste:

“Wait, pregnancy prep requires sleeping early; we have passed the scheduled hour.”

Mu Si couldn’t care less about schedules, planting a loud, sloppy kiss on his cheek as he laughed:

“No more pregnancy prep! We’ll just let nature take its course!”

Demanding more cubs from X before had been to weave more lingering ties for him—making him unable to let go, unable to choose death.

None of that was necessary now.

X would stay for his sake.

Because X loved him.

X froze, and before he could process the shift, he was filled to the brim once more by the male.

His entire world was occupied to overflowing.

In truth, X adored cubs.

Especially Mu Si’s cubs.

Although sharing a cub with the little male brought lingering bashfulness, he could never refuse a child bearing the little male’s likeness, intertwined with his own bloodline.

Even though he had started preparing for pregnancy solely on the Prince’s orders, in his heart, he had secretly harbored quiet anticipation for a cub.

The Prince suddenly calling off pregnancy prep caught him flat-footed, leaving a brief, hollow ache in his chest.

Yet looking at the elated Prince atop him, X reflected that continuing at the Prince’s current frequency made little practical difference whether they prepared for pregnancy or not.

Compared to everything else, his Si Si’s happiness was what mattered most.

X wrapped his arms proactively around the male above him, surrendering himself completely.

In the deep night when even the stars had drifted to sleep, he intertwined in wild abandon with the male he loved to the bone.

Having lingered without a presence for a long time, the translation orb departed in silence.

Two years ago, after translating for X one final time, it had never intervened in their conversations again, leaving all communication entirely to them, watching as they fumbled to discover a dynamic suited to one another.

Until today, having finally confirmed that they could walk together to the end.

It could take its leave with an easy mind.

It needed to travel to other worlds to continue its translation endeavors.

Tianjia, the apocalypse, ancient dynasties… there were countless young lovers across the multiverse requiring its assistance.

Upon departing, it carried a letter of recommendation penned personally by the Prince.

Hoping this letter of recommendation would smooth the path for its next assignment.