SGT CH143: Shadow One was my enlightener

◎ Taught him about human relations, taught him how to favor him ◎

Shadow One dared not resist, lowering his hand as ordered, but his whole body exuded tension and anxiety.

“Your Majesty, my body is ugly, it will soil your eyes.”

Mousse was always rebellious, reaching out to untie Shadow One’s bandages.

“Whether it’s ugly or not, I will judge after I see it.”

The familiar dialogue made Shadow One even more desperate.

The Master in the illusion lost interest in him the moment he saw his body.

At that time, he was still wrapped in bandages, and the ugly scars were not fully revealed.

Now, Master wanted to untie his bandages further.

Shadow One dared not disobey, but his body trembled uncontrollably, fearing the impending rejection.

Mousse untied the bandages layer by layer.

A firm and full chest was revealed before him.

Mousse held his breath.

Shadow One’s wounds had mostly healed, no longer looking hideous with flesh turned outward. Even the scabs had fallen off, revealing the light pink new flesh underneath.

Besides that, some old sword and knife scars could also be seen.

They were all injuries left from protecting him many years ago.

At that time, he was just a prince who could barely protect himself, with limited resources, unable to provide Shadow One with good medicine.

Let alone scar removal medicine, even ordinary trauma medicine had to be made by Shadow One himself by finding herbs.

These scars had undergone the baptism of time, becoming lighter in color, but existing deeply, as if merging with Shadow One.

On Shadow One’s body, old and new scars intertwined, combined together, having a special flavor.

Very… beautiful.

Not that kind of clean and flawless beauty, but another unique charm.

Inexplicably attracting Mousse’s gaze, making him want to get closer and touch.

【Treatment Progress 40%】

【Scum Gong Value -10】

【Current Scum Gong Value 75】

The sudden light screen notification interrupted Mousse’s thoughts.

These days, he went to find Shadow One every night, and the Scum Gong Value had also dropped by 5 points successively.

Adding the 10 points dropped today, he finally saw a glimmer of hope for successful transformation.

However, why was the treatment progress only 40%?

Obviously, Shadow One’s wounds were mostly healed, leaving only some scars that didn’t affect anything.

The progress should be at least 90%.

Mousse couldn’t understand the basis of the light screen’s calculation.

His gaze fell on the scars on Shadow One’s chest, with a hint of inquiry.

Shadow One could feel the Emperor’s gaze on his scars.

Intense panic overwhelmed him, his chest heaving violently, almost unable to support himself.

Mousse’s gaze was attracted by the undulating arc in the air, and couldn’t help asking:

“Is breathing smoother after untying the bandages?”

Otherwise, why the big heaving?

Really big.

Mousse couldn’t help taking another look.

Actually, in the beginning, Shadow One’s figure wasn’t like this.

Martial artists more or less have some strong muscles.

But shadow guards focus more on body movement and agility, and their figures are leaner.

Initially, Shadow One’s muscles weren’t as full as they are now.

When did it start to change?

Mousse recalled carefully.

It seemed to be after Shadow One taught him about human relations.

At that time, he knew nothing, and Shadow One wasn’t actually much better than him, just acting calm and confident, very bluffing.

Mousse was bluffed by him at the beginning.

Until later one time, Shadow One tried to use the muscles in front of his body to help him according to the posture in the picture book.

The result naturally failed.

Although Shadow One had a strong physique, he was ultimately a man, naturally unable to do what was in the picture book.

Mousse didn’t think there was anything wrong with this.

Anyway, Shadow One also taught him using other parts.

However, Shadow One’s frustrated expression at that time was particularly interesting, making Mousse remember it for a long time.

He also finally discovered that what Shadow One taught him was actually just following the picture book strictly, implementing it meticulously as shown in the pictures.

So, he forced Shadow One to hand over the picture book and studied it together with Shadow One.

And after that failure, Shadow One silently added training items for himself, even adjusting his dietary preferences.

Just to replicate that scene in the picture book.

Of course, the results were also significant.

Mousse’s Adam’s apple rolled.

He reached out and pinched Shadow One’s full muscles neither lightly nor heavily, his gaze sweeping over the redness and swelling on the right side, asking somewhat puzzledly:

“Why is it swollen like this?”

Did he bite this hard?

Mousse was puzzled.

It was too dark at night to see, he wasn’t clear to what extent he had bitten.

Shadow One’s face instantly turned pale.

Ultimately discovered by Master.

These traces he left on himself while thinking of Master, proof that he desecrated Master with dirty thoughts.

Shadow One looked desperate, trembling under the Emperor’s cold gaze, answering: “It’s because my body is lewd, my conduct obscene.”

Mousse really didn’t expect Shadow One to say such things. Stunned for a while, he pressed: “How obscene?”

Shadow One bit his lip hard, his body tense to the point of trembling, as if unable to bear the humiliation.

Mousse realized he asked too much.

Coughed dryly, not asking further.

“Alright, I won’t ask anymore, I’ll help you put on your clothes.”

Mousse reached out, gathering Shadow One’s lapels.

Halfway through dressing, Mousse remembered something and asked: “Have you used the bottles of medicine sent to you before?”

Shadow One lowered his head and shook it.

“Why not use them? Forget it, useless to ask you, go get them.” Mousse ordered.

Shadow One got up and took the medicine out from the hidden compartment at the head of the bed.

Seeing this, Mousse raised an eyebrow.

Worthy of being a shadow guard, familiar with these secret mechanisms.

However, using such a good place like the hidden compartment at the head of the bed to store a few bottles of medicine was really overkill.

In Mousse’s prince palace back then, there was also such a hidden compartment, built for him by Shadow One.

At that time, he used it to store daggers, hidden weapons, poison given to him by Shadow One for self-defense, and later the erotic picture books.

Those were textbooks with special significance.

Just as important as the books Shadow One used to teach him literacy, and the martial arts mental cultivation methods used to teach him body strengthening, needing frequent review with Shadow One.

Mousse took the medicine Shadow One was holding and asked him to sit down.

Then opened the medicine bottle, tilted it slightly, and sprinkled the medicinal powder on the scars on Shadow One’s chest.

He leaned close, rubbing and pressing with his fingertips to spread it evenly, and said to Shadow One:

“This is excellent trauma medicine, said to be made with dragon bones, can regenerate flesh and remove scars.”

Dragon bones or whatever, Mousse didn’t believe it.

But the effect of this medicine was indeed miraculous.

Although Shadow One was a martial artist, he cared particularly about the aesthetics of his body, always disliking the ugly scars on his body.

Mousse had the palace servants send him this medicine for regenerating flesh and removing scars.

“Your Majesty, I can do it myself.”

Shadow One said hurriedly.

He couldn’t bear the Emperor’s touch.

Especially when the Emperor leaned too close while applying medicine for him, even his breath landing on his chest.

The warm breath, sweeping across his muscles lightly like a feather, almost provoked his ugly state.

Mousse let Shadow One take the medicine bottle, watching him flusteredly apply medicine to his body.

After Shadow One barely finished applying to the scars on his upper body and put on his clothes.

Mousse’s gaze swept to his legs again, saying: “Haven’t applied medicine down there yet.”

Shadow One froze for a moment, finally under the Emperor’s gaze, difficultly took off his trousers, lowered his head and quickly applied medicine to the scars.

Mousse just watched from the side, doing nothing.

Even if beads of sweat appeared on Shadow One’s forehead under his gaze, and a tent bulged under the cover of his clothes, he pretended not to see.

When Shadow One finished applying medicine, dressed neatly, and let out a long sigh of relief, he spoke unhurriedly.

“Tonight is the night of the full moon.”

On the night of the full moon, shadow guards who had sworn a blood oath must take medicine specially made with their master’s blood, otherwise the poison would flare up, causing unbearable pain.

Although Shadow One had eaten a lot of his essence these days, there shouldn’t be a poison flare-up.

But just in case, and also to test what was in his mind.

Mousse took out a pill, placed it on the table, and said:

“I think you’d better take a pill.”

Shadow One stared tightly at the brown pill on the table.

The faint bloody smell masked by bitter herbs entered his nose, all color drained from his lips, his face instantly becoming extremely ugly.

Mousse frowned, picked up the pill, and asked:

“Can’t even take pills?”

Shadow One pursed his lips and lowered his head.

“Please punish me, Your Majesty.”

This was difficult to handle.

Mousse originally thought Shadow One’s hemophobia only meant he couldn’t come into direct contact with fresh blood.

But looking at it now, even medicine with just a drop of blood added, he couldn’t accept.

Mousse rubbed the pill at his fingertips, looked at Shadow One, his gaze heavy.

“Have you thought it through? If you don’t take the medicine, you can only take me, take me for a lifetime.”

A lifetime.

Never able to leave him, can only stay by his side.

Mousse noticed that after he said that sentence, Shadow One’s breathing obviously became a bit heavier.

But in the end, what he waited for was just a coldly repeated “Please punish me, Your Majesty.”

Shadow One didn’t raise his head the whole time, only facing him with the top of his head.

This cold and resistant attitude really made people angry.

Mousse sat on the couch with his legs apart, ordering coldly: “Come here.”

Shadow One stepped forward with his head bowed as ordered.

Noticing the Emperor’s posture, he subconsciously bowed his head and moved closer.

Mousse pinched his chin, stopping his further movement.

Shadow One realized what he had done at this moment, his breath hitched instantly, his expression becoming frightened and uneasy.

Used to serving Master in illusions.

Seeing Master sitting in front of him in a familiar posture, he subconsciously wanted to step forward and serve.

How could he desecrate Master like this?

Master would definitely be completely disgusted with him.

Shadow One looked desperate.

At this time, the Emperor’s voice sounded from above his head.

“Since the injuries on your body are mostly healed, other places can be used too.”

Shadow One looked up in astonishment.

Eyes full of disbelief.

He suspected he was too desperate, so he had tinnitus.

Actually having an illusion in broad daylight.

Mousse frowned, “What? Unwilling?”

“No, I…”

Shadow One didn’t know what to say, still suspecting he was in a dream.

But whether it was the Master in the dream or the Master in reality, he couldn’t reject, nor did he want to reject.

Even if he later discovered this was just an absurd dream.

Or was hated and abandoned by Master again.

He couldn’t reject either.

Shadow One bit his lip, unable to speak, choosing to answer with action.

He got up wanting to take off his lower garment, but was stopped again.

Shadow One looked over helplessly.

Mousse cast his gaze on his chest and said: “Use the top.”

Hearing this, Shadow One obediently unbuttoned his upper shirt, leaning close.

Mousse lowered his head, watching Shadow One holding his front and serving seriously, suddenly recalling some distant memories.

Shadow One was his enlightener.

Enlightener in all senses.

As a prince who lost his mother at birth, no one truly cared about him, let alone cared if he had started his education.

Before five years old, he was purely illiterate, not knowing a single character.

Until Shadow One came to his side.

While protecting and taking care of him, Shadow One also took on the responsibility of teaching him.

Shadow One taught him to read and write hand in hand, enlightening him.

Taught him, who was congenitally deficient and physically weak, martial arts, strengthening his body.

Even after he came of age, when he still allowed no one to get close.

Shadow One actively took on the responsibility of teaching him about human relations.

Hand in hand teaching him how to favor him.

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