SGT CH14: Moon, Bad

◎Why did you… abandon him?◎

【Task “Nourish Zerg Egg” completed, Scum Gong Value -10】

【Current Scum Gong Value: 60】

Along with the doctor’s words, there was also a notification of the scum gong value decreasing.

However, Mousse was in no mood to pay attention to these things.

He retracted his mental threads, stood silently to the side, his lips pressed tightly together, appearing somewhat somber.

Aix’s condition was not good at this moment either. His bangs were messy, his brows furrowed tightly, his face pale.

He lowered his eyes, not looking at the prince.

A female zerg resisting the mental grooming of a male lord… even a nominal male zerg, was a great act of defiance for a male zerg.

But he couldn’t…

Aix remained silent, his palm covering his abdomen, his fingertips digging deep into his palm.

The relief of having lost and regained something mixed with another hopeless and resolute emotion.

It left him unsure whether to be happy or worried.

The sub-female doctor scratched his head, not understanding what was wrong with these two zergs.

He had just said the zerg egg had recovered, right?

He hadn’t misspoken and said the zerg egg had died, right?

It was the prince who broke the silence first.

“Hmph, a female zerg’s mental domain is indeed utterly uninteresting.”

Mousse said mockingly, then turned to signal the doctor to bring over the examination results.

A virtual screen was presented before him.

Mousse’s gaze swept over the various data, and after confirming that the zerg egg had indeed recovered its health, his gaze fell on the medical scan image at the bottom of the virtual screen.

It was a small egg.

The surface of the eggshell had frost-flower-like patterns, cool and beautiful.

This point was very similar to Aix’s zerg patterns.

Male zergs had no zerg patterns; their eggshells were completely white.

And a sub-female’s zerg patterns were very faint.

Such clear and obvious zerg patterns meant it was a female zerg cub.

Mousse clicked on the zerg egg image to view its internal condition.

He found that there was only a blurry shadow inside, nothing could be seen clearly.

This was the cub Aix longed for.

A cub he had personally given birth to, a cub that truly belonged to him.

Mousse faintly averted his gaze. He looked down and saw Aix looking at the virtual screen in front of him, looking very seriously.

He suddenly remembered it was the same in the punishment room back then.

At that time, Aix was still bound by chains, yet he didn’t care about his own situation at all, only focusing on that zerg egg.

Does he like it that much?

Mousse handed the virtual screen to the female zerg, feigning disinterest, and said:

“A female zerg cub, even the zerg patterns are the same as yours. It probably looks like you too.”

“It will also resemble His Highness the Prince.”

The sub-female doctor said with a smile: “According to research, a female zerg’s hair and eye color are mostly inherited from the male father, and the facial features are inherited from the female father. The opposite is true for male zerg cubs.”

Mousse thought back to himself and found that it was indeed true.

He had inherited his female father’s blond hair and mismatched eyes, but his facial features were like his male father’s, a face of extreme beauty.

Mousse’s gaze slowly moved to the zerg egg image.

A little female zerg with his hair and eye color, but with Aix’s face…

It was like a combination of them.

Mousse suddenly had some anticipation for this little cub.

He no longer purely thought of it as “Aix’s egg,” “Aix’s appendage,” or “Aix’s special internal organ.”

“Will it really look like Your Highness? Golden-haired…”

Aix asked in a low voice. His gaze fell on the zerg egg image, then quickly moved away as if burned, not daring to look again.

Mousse raised an eyebrow, “Do you have some obsession with golden-haired cubs?”

After asking, Mousse became displeased again.

“Forget it. Your business, your preferences, have nothing to do with me.”

After speaking, Mousse walked straight out of the medical room.

The sub-female doctor stared blankly as the prince’s back disappeared from the medical room doorway, then turned back to Aix and asked:

“Aren’t you going to chase after him?”

“…His Highness probably doesn’t want to see me.”

Aix pressed his lips together, a nearly sour pain rising in his chest.

He blinked blankly, not understanding where this pain came from, but it was ultimately not a good sign.

Aix tried hard to suppress his complex thoughts, looked up at the doctor, and said:

“Tell me more about the zerg egg.”

This was his first time being pregnant. He had no experience with childbirth, but he had a little bit of experience being a female father.

If his experience taking care of the little male zerg, that half-baked “female father” experience, could also be counted as experience.

“Okay, I’ll tell you… you’ve been pregnant for four months, but the zerg egg’s development was stagnant for a period of time. Now, it actually only has the developmental level of a normal three-month-old zerg egg.”

“During this period, the zerg egg’s demand for pheromones does not decrease but increases… Of course, I’m not referring to the ten-fold pheromone level you had before, it’s not that exaggerated. Just one to two times the normal amount.”

“The demand for pheromones will also be reflected in the pregnant female’s body.”

The sub-female doctor glanced at Aix’s face and said in a small voice: “For the next few months, you may be particularly dependent on and crave the prince, and it will become more obvious as you approach labor.”

“This is a very normal physiological and psychological reaction. It can even be considered a form of self-protection for the pregnant female and the zerg egg. Please don’t be too stressed.”

“After giving birth to the zerg egg, the influence of the pheromones will recede, and everything will return to normal.”

“…”

Aix was silent.

·

At night.

Aix sat alone at the head of the bed, fiddling with the video player in his hand.

This was a cub’s toy-shaped video player. It was a bit old and had a bit of weight in his hand.

The prince had given this to him so he could learn how to serve a male zerg.

But this video player could connect to the internet.

Aix didn’t dare to contact his former comrades-in-arms, but he could occasionally use it to watch other things.

At first, it was a habit to watch various news.

He had expected to see a lot of condemnation for him harming a male zerg, but surprisingly found that there was no discussion about his matter on the StarNet.

The only thing related to him was in a niche military forum, where some zergs were discussing why he had been suspended.

Some speculated that he had gone on a secret mission.

Others guessed he had gone back to his hometown to get married.

He had indeed become a married female zerg, and had even become pregnant with a zerg egg.

However, the inside story was completely different from what the public speculated.

No zerg knew that the prince had been injured by him. Not even that the prince had been injured at all.

Everything was suppressed, or rather, had never been spread.

Also erased was the crime of the prince using illegal drugs to rape a military female.

Aix glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the player.

It was late at night, and the prince had not yet appeared.

He probably wasn’t coming.

It was… not unexpected.

Now that the zerg egg’s condition was stable, there was no need for the prince to visit every night.

What’s more, he had rejected the prince’s mental grooming and resisted his mental invasion.

Aix did not regret his actions.

His body had already fallen to the prince’s pheromones, completely submitted to the prince, unable to resist any longer.

But, at least, his spirit could not be marked by the prince.

If he was possessed by the prince from body to soul, what was the point of his initial resistance?

Closing the video player that was playing cub-rearing tips, Aix lay down on the bed, habitually lying flat on his back.

His body immediately gave feedback of emptiness.

Something was missing.

A male zerg was missing.

A male zerg who… would domineeringly press down on one of his arms when he slept, and rest his head on his chest.

After just one month of being together, he had developed the habit of having a male zerg on him when he slept.

The room still had the faint scent of male zerg pheromones, but only, not that male zerg.

Should I go find him?

Such a thought appeared in Aix’s mind for a moment, then quickly disappeared.

Aix never considered himself a true female consort.

He was just a prisoner trying to please the prince to survive.

He didn’t think he had the right to walk around the prince’s mansion freely.

The prince had arranged for him to be in this small room in the basement.

So, during the times when the prince was not leading him, he had always stayed here quietly.

Aix closed his eyes, forcing himself to adapt to this sudden emptiness and loneliness.

·

Prince’s Mansion, Garden.

Mousse sat on a swing chair, surrounded by clusters of flowers, drinking alone under the moon.

[Suddenly the screen isn’t black at night anymore. I’m so not used to it.]
[Why is the host drinking alone here? Is something on his mind?]
[The zerg egg is stable, so the host is not in immediate danger of his life. It’s a good thing. It’s normal to have a drink to celebrate.]
[This isn’t a celebratory atmosphere though…]
[I remember the prince’s health isn’t very good. I’ve heard the doctor mention it a few times. Although I don’t know the specific reason, you can’t drink if your health is not good, right?]

The audience’s attitude towards Mousse had changed a lot. They were actually worried about Mousse’s physical condition.

The female consort was released from the punishment room, the egg he was carrying was stable, and the scum gong value was steadily decreasing.

Plus, in the past month of being together, the prince hadn’t done anything that would anger heaven and earth.

At most, his words were a bit venomous, his attitude a bit arrogant.

But he was good-looking. A great beauty was still beautiful even when speaking mockingly, making it hard for people to truly dislike him.

They didn’t know if the prince had tormented Aix during the black-screen time.

They could only see what the live broadcast presented.

In the end, the audience was a creature easily deceived by what their eyes saw.

Just like the intelligent Mousse, he would also be deceived by the good that female zerg had once shown.

Mousse slowly swirled the wine glass in his hand and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

The memories he had seen from Aix’s mental domain lingered in his mind.

The tall, cold black-haired female zerg had let him rest his head on his lap. In order not to wake him, he had stiffly maintained one position until dawn.

How good Aix was to him back then.

He gave him the only bed to sleep in, and the hard-earned nutrient solution to drink.

When his clothes were torn from a fall, the female zerg would pick up a needle and thread late at night and sit at the foot of the bed, clumsily sewing for him.

He deliberately complained that the bed board was hard, and the female zerg found a thick quilt from somewhere to lay for him.

He continued to complain about the cold, about not being able to sleep without his beloved toy to hug.

It made the female zerg at a loss.

In the end, he had to lie down on the bed with him, acting as his pillow.

He was afraid he wouldn’t eat well, afraid he wouldn’t be warm enough, afraid he wouldn’t sleep soundly.

Later, why did it change?

Why did he… abandon him?

Was it because he would cause trouble, become a burden?

Just like this moon…

It had once shone its most beautiful moonlight on him, and then, at the darkest hour before dawn, abandoned him.

Mousse closed his eyes and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

A brilliant, mellow red quickly appeared on his cheeks, and his half-lidded eyes became hazy.

After a while, Mousse pouted and said, “Moon, bad.”

[Yes, yes, moon bad, little cake good.]
[So, our little Mousse cake, stop looking at the moon and go back to sleep.]
[Yes, yes, Your Highness, go back to sleep with the female consort. We don’t mind the black screen every night, really (bites handkerchief)]

Beep—

A prompt sounded, and the terminal bracelet on his wrist lit up.

Mousse turned his head at the sound, slowly raised his hand, opened the terminal’s virtual screen, and saw a message from the doctor.

“Your Highness, there is something I’m not sure if I should say, but as a doctor, I still feel it’s necessary to mention.”

“Having a good mental state and a good mood is very important for a pregnant female.”

“A pregnant female’s emotions will affect the growth and development of the zerg egg, and even its future personality.”

“Zerg cubs have inherited memories and are very sensitive to the emotions of their parents, especially the female father. Everything about the parents will be projected onto the cub.”

“Finally, I wish you and the General a wonderful evening.”

What wonderful evening…

The bright virtual screen was particularly glaring in the dark.

Mousse closed the terminal and narrowed his eyes.

It seemed even the white moonlight had become glaring.

Mousse’s body slid down. He lay down on the swing, closed his eyes, and the wine glass in his hand fell onto the grass.

The moonlight relentlessly pursued him through his eyelids.

Mousse covered his head with his cloak, curled up, and let himself sink into the darkness.

Moon, so bad.

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