SGT CH12: Pregnancy Exercise

◎”As for pregnancy exercise, just do it on me.”◎

With these hundreds of cannons firing, not to mention Aix, the entire prince’s mansion would be razed to the ground. Mousse couldn’t bring himself to demolish his own house, nor could he actually blast Aix, so he could only angrily retract the cannon muzzles.

“The fight is off.”

Pushing “Quetzalcoatl” off him, Mousse maneuvered his mech to get up and return to the preparation platform.

Even with spatial expansion technology, compared to a real cosmic battlefield, the combat room was still too small. Mousse was better at ultra-long-range output and precision strikes. Close combat like this was not his area of expertise. Pitting his own weakness against a military female’s strength was just asking for trouble. Even if Aix went easy on him, the proud and arrogant Mousse would find it difficult to derive pleasure from it.

Mousse waited for the heat in his cheeks to cool down before leaving the mech’s cockpit and walking down from the preparation platform.

Aix had already been waiting on the side for a long time.

“Your Highness…”

Knowing he had displeased the prince, Aix felt a little uneasy and annoyed. Perhaps he should have been more cooperative, waiting for the prince to fire to his heart’s content before approaching. After all, the prince wouldn’t care about energy consumption.

Mousse glanced at him sideways, snorted coldly, his words laced with thorns: “General Aix’s combat ability is indeed very strong. As expected of the zerg who could win first place in the corps competition.”

No matter how famous he was back then, now he could only be trapped by his side, humiliated by him.

Hearing the prince’s words, Aix didn’t feel any sadness or resentment. Instead, he was a little surprised that the prince would know these things. The corps competition was only very influential among military zergs. If one wasn’t a zerg who regularly followed military affairs, they probably wouldn’t even know when the corps competition started, let alone remember who the champion was.

The prince actually pays attention to these things?

Recalling the prince’s performance just now, Aix no longer found it surprising. The prince didn’t just simply collect mechs and equipment; he had a rather deep understanding of mech piloting and the use of various equipment. His shooting ability was also very strong. Facing a high-speed moving mech, he had extremely strong predictive abilities. On this point, Aix admitted he was inferior.

Even “Quetzalcoatl,” piloted by Aix, had its surface layer scraped by a few laser cannons. If he hadn’t given up thinking later and relied solely on instinct and combat intuition to dodge, the mech’s damage would probably have been even more severe.

If the prince were a military zerg, winning first place in the shooting category would be no problem at all.

“If Your Highness were to participate in the corps competition, the crown for first place in the shooting category would surely change hands.” Aix couldn’t help but say what was on his mind.

“What would I want that for.” Mousse pressed his lips together, quite reserved. His originally unhappy mood became pleasant because of the female zerg’s words.

He was finally willing to look the female zerg properly in the eye. His hair was a little messy, but his clothes were neat, and his expression was calm. It seemed the battle just now hadn’t been much of a burden for Aix.

It was common for high-level military females to wreak havoc on the battlefield while carrying an egg. The intensity of the spar just now was probably no different from a warm-up exercise for Aix.

He didn’t know if it was enough to complete the task.

Mousse looked at the light screen. At the top, he saw a “Scum Gong Value -1” notification. Only then did he feel relieved.

“Today’s pregnancy exercise is complete. Let’s go back.” Mousse grabbed Aix’s wrist and walked out.

Aix followed behind the prince, his expression dazed.

Pregnancy exercise?

The prince took him to see equipment collections and mechs just to… have him do pregnancy exercise?

Aix raised a hand to his abdomen, his gaze complex.

The zerg egg’s development had stagnated and it had fallen into dormancy due to a lack of pheromones. He only thought about obtaining more pheromones so the zerg egg could survive, with no mind to pay attention to other things.

On the contrary, the prince had done more than him.

Perhaps, the prince really did have a sliver of mercy for this zerg egg.

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Mousse had privately asked the doctor. In the case of the zerg egg in Aix’s abdomen, if the zerg egg could not resume growth within a month, it could only be declared dead.

April 13th.

There were only three days left until the one-month deadline.

Waking up early, Mousse stared blankly at the date displayed on his terminal bracelet for a while, then turned to look at Aix’s stomach. The blanket was covering it, so he couldn’t see anything.

Mousse’s hand fumbled under the blanket, landing on Aix’s abdomen, and felt a handful of soft, springy abdominal muscles. He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the shape of Aix’s abs wasn’t as full and defined as before.

Not quite sure, so he touched it again.

Having shared a bed for nearly a month, being nourished by Mousse’s pheromones every day, Aix’s body had grown accustomed to Mousse’s scent. Therefore, it wasn’t until Mousse had caressed his stomach back and forth for the fifth time that Aix slowly woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he felt that hand moving restlessly on his abdomen. Aix’s body stiffened for a moment. After realizing it was the prince, he instinctively relaxed.

It was the prince who had caused him to fall to this state. Logically, the one Aix should be most vigilant and wary of was the prince. But his body found it increasingly difficult to be on guard against the prince.

This was not a good change. Aix sometimes felt sad about his body’s descent, but there was no way to save it.

“Huh? The stomach got hard? And now it’s soft again?” Mousse was surprised by the change in texture under his hand. Only then did he realize that Aix had already woken up.

“Did I disturb your sleep?” Mousse asked, but his tone held no trace of guilt. His hand continued to move restlessly.

The female zerg’s long, powerful hand loosely enclosed his. He didn’t take his hand away, but just stopped him from moving.

Aix asked in a gentle voice: “Why is Your Highness awake so early today?”

What Aix really cared about was why the prince had suddenly started paying attention to his stomach. In the past, the prince had never paid attention to his stomach. Even if he occasionally glanced over, it was just with the gaze of admiring abs, no different from looking at other parts of the body.

If it weren’t for the prince still giving him pheromones every day, arranging pregnancy nutrition meals for him, and supervising his pregnancy exercise… Aix would have thought the prince had already forgotten he was carrying an egg.

It was precisely this neglect and arrangement that made Aix feel that the prince didn’t care about this egg at all, yet had a sliver or two of mercy.

Very contradictory. But when applied to a male zerg, it became very normal. Male zergs were inherently cold-hearted, extremely selfish, and only loved themselves. Even cubs could only receive their limited attention.

Aix had already grown accustomed to the prince’s neglect of the zerg egg in his abdomen. The male zerg’s sudden touch, on the contrary, left him at a loss.

Mousse ignored Aix’s question. He couldn’t very well say that the female zerg’s stomach hadn’t shown any reaction, and he didn’t know the status of the zerg egg, which made him a little anxious and unable to sleep well all night.

Only three days left until the one-month deadline.

If the zerg egg really was gone, what should he do?

Mousse didn’t think Aix could kill him under the restriction of two suppressors, unless the other party broke through to SS on the spot.

Wait… it seems it’s not impossible. He remembered his female father had told him that Aix had the potential to break through to SS.

The Zerg’s most advanced suppressors could only restrain S-level female zergs, and even then, they were originally intended for military use. As for SS-level suppressors… sorry, that question is beyond the syllabus. It hasn’t been developed yet.

The thought of Aix potentially breaking through to SS-level, breaking the suppressor’s restriction, and ‘kachak’-ing him, made Mousse’s expression change slightly.

No, there are still three days. He has to struggle a bit more.

Mousse rolled over onto Aix and got into action.

“Your Highness?” Aix’s eyes showed surprise.

It’s no wonder he was surprised. The prince’s routine these past few days had been very regular. Torment him for a round at night, give him pheromones. Dine in the morning, and after a half-hour rest, drag him to the mech combat room. After that, he would leave to handle other matters, not returning until dinner time.

It was still morning. Why was the prince suddenly in the mood?

Mousse bit the corner of the female zerg’s mouth, wrapped his arms around his body, made him sit up, and said: “Don’t go out for the next few days. Have all the nutrition meals delivered to the room. As for pregnancy exercise, just do it on me.”

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