SGT CH145: Shadow Guard Wants to be My Dog

◎ Compared to being a human, the identity of a dog makes Shadow One feel safer ◎

Regarding the Emperor calling him “Shadow One,” he no longer objected.

Even though he was no longer a shadow guard and shouldn’t have used this name for a long time.

The Emperor just needed a title to refer to him.

And “Shadow One” happened to be the title the Emperor was most familiar with.

Occasionally hearing the Emperor call him this, he would also have the illusion of returning to the past in a trance.

He even wanted to voice “Master.”

Reason made him swallow that title that shouldn’t appear, and instead lowered his head and said:

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty should choose concubines.”

“Oh?”

Mousse raised his eyebrows.

He thought Shadow One would avoid this topic and not answer.

Or use words like “don’t understand” or “don’t know” to fool him.

Unexpectedly, Shadow One actually answered him directly.

This aroused Mousse’s interest even more.

He clasped Shadow One’s hand, entwining his fingers, leaned forward and continued to ask:

“Who should I include in the harem?”

“Noble ladies from high families, ordinary people… As long as Your Majesty likes them, anyone is fine.”

Shadow One answered seriously.

Only his lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes beneath were quiet and empty.

“What I like…”

Mousse’s gaze fell on Shadow One.

Expressed nothing to him, yet wanted him to admit he liked it.

Shadow One, such audacity.

Of course, Mousse couldn’t admit it, and threw the question back.

“What about yourself? Don’t you want to be my imperial concubine? Share my power?”

Mousse knew Shadow One didn’t want to be his person, otherwise he wouldn’t have chosen to resign after he ascended the throne.

So he offered another temptation, the power in his hands.

As long as Shadow One became his imperial concubine, he could gain power and status through his favor.

Would Shadow One be moved?

Mousse was a little apprehensive.

Shadow One bowed and retreated a little, distancing himself from the Emperor, and bowed his head down.

“Slave… I absolutely dare not have such thoughts.”

“Dare not? What if I let you think?”

Mousse stared at him, his tone slightly breathless.

“Shadow One, whatever you want, I allow you to say it!”

Mousse was actually not a person who valued power very much.

Being forced into the struggle for the throne at the beginning was to survive.

Later, gathering military power and holding it all in his hands was just to live well.

As long as Shadow One was willing to stay by his side obediently, he was willing to satisfy Shadow One with anything.

Even sharing the power that allowed him to settle down and get on with his life.

He could make Shadow One the Empress of the Central Palace, or make Shadow One the General of the World’s Troops.

As long as Shadow One wanted it, he could give it to him.

The only thing he couldn’t give was probably the throne.

If Shadow One really wanted it… he could hold Shadow One and do it on the dragon chair.

Mousse’s thoughts drifted far away, guessing what Shadow One would ask from him.

But he saw Shadow One burying his head and bowing, taking a deep breath, as if summoning up great courage, and said:

“This slave wants to be Your Majesty’s dog!”

Mousse: “Huh?”

He had even thought of Shadow One asking him for the throne, but what was Shadow One telling him?

Mousse suspected he heard wrong, dug his ears, and said to Shadow One:

“Say that again.”

“This slave wants to be Your Majesty’s dog.”

Shadow One repeated in a deep voice, bowing his head without getting up.

Firmly and sincerely said: “I beg Your Majesty to take this slave.”

Mousse seemed to hear the warning of the Scum Gong Value.

“No? Wait… you get up first.”

Mousse forcibly helped Shadow One up.

Meeting Shadow One’s pleading eyes that didn’t look like joking at all, Mousse didn’t know how to react for a moment.

Shadow One was serious.

He didn’t want to be an imperial concubine, nor did he want any power.

He wanted to be his dog.

This was simply… absurd.

He seriously followed the prompts of the light screen for transformation, reflected on his mistakes back then, and no longer humiliated Shadow One.

As a result, Shadow One told him he wanted to be his dog.

Mousse suddenly realized that his humiliation and torture of Shadow One during that year had left an indelible and profound impact on Shadow One.

He destroyed Shadow One’s personality.

Compared to being a human, Shadow One was more accustomed to being a dog.

Even the identity of a dog would make Shadow One feel safer.

“No…”

It shouldn’t be like this.

Mousse muttered, rarely showing a little panic.

When Shadow One heard his rejection, the light in his eyes dimmed.

But he still didn’t want to give up the last glimmer of hope, trying hard to stretch his head under the Emperor’s hand, stretching his muscles all over his body, showing a posture of submission and obedience.

“Your Majesty, I beg you, I will do better than before.”

Shadow One looked up at him, eyes full of tameness and pleading.

“You don’t like listening to my voice, I will always keep quiet in the future and won’t make a sound.

“You, you can also take me out hunting, I will do better than the hounds in the Imperial Dog House, hunting the most prey for you.”

“Stop!”

Mousse hurriedly interrupted him.

Taking him out hunting or whatever was too much.

Mousse could already imagine the light screen filling up his Scum Gong Value and sending him directly to death.

As for not liking listening to Shadow One’s voice…

Mousse was very baffled.

“When did I not like your voice?”

Shadow One’s deep and clear voice was very pleasant to hear.

Especially the suppressed groans on the couch, which were particularly crispy.

Mousse always wanted Shadow One to make more sounds, preferably clinging to him when he couldn’t bear it, his voice broken by the impact calling him “Master.”

Only Shadow One rarely made a sound. At the very beginning, he would call out a few times when he couldn’t bear it, but in the last year, he would rather grit his teeth than make a sound.

A look of resistance like being forced and humiliated.

Making Mousse very sad.

The Emperor’s fair and slender hand fell on Shadow One’s head. Shadow One lay down following that force, lying on His Majesty’s shoulder, answering in a low voice.

“A year ago, when I just became Your Majesty’s dog, Your Majesty played with me and asked me to make a sound. I called out, and Your Majesty stopped and ordered me never to call out again.”

Mousse’s memory had always been very good.

Never forgetting what he read, and the same for remembering things.

Hearing Shadow One mention it, he immediately recalled the situation at that time.

For a moment, Mousse’s expression became extremely weird.

Feeling absurdly wronged, wanting to be angry but not knowing how to be angry, even laughing and crying because it was too absurd.

“I ordered you not to call out again because…”

How to explain this.

Mousse sighed, half helpless and half annoyed: “How did you call out at that time?”

Shadow One tentatively repeated:

“Woof?”

Mousse: “…”

You also remember you called out like this!

So, who wants to hear the other party barking like a dog in bed?

The whole atmosphere was wrong, okay?

Watching the Emperor’s changing expression, Shadow One felt very apprehensive and somewhat confused.

Don’t dogs all bark like this?

At that time, he had just become a dog, and was not skilled in many aspects.

Shadow One said sincerely: “I will do better later.”

“…Let’s forget it.”

Mousse’s intuition told him that the “better” in Shadow One’s mouth was definitely not what he wanted to see.

Still rejected.

The light in Shadow One’s eyes completely dimmed.

Mousse stroked his head and said:

“You don’t need to do better, being yourself is good enough.

“Also don’t need to imitate a dog’s bark, or forcibly endure not making a sound, you just need to follow your own heart.”

Mousse would always like the most real Shadow One.

Even if Shadow One’s following of the Second Prince would make him gnash his teeth with hatred.

That hatred was mostly directed at the Second Prince.

Even if a part of it affected Shadow One, those negative emotions would not reduce his love for Shadow One.

It would only twist his love.

Making him hurt Shadow One and torture Shadow One time and time again.

Shadow One listened to the Emperor’s words lonely, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The Emperor didn’t let him learn to bark like a dog, but allowed him to make sounds.

Let him… follow his own heart.

Shadow One didn’t understand what his heart referred to.

He asked somewhat dejectedly: “So, I still can’t be Your Majesty’s dog, right?”

“…”

There was really no way around this point, Mousse could only reject him.

“Yes.”

“Shadow One, you are a human, not a dog.”

The harm had been done, the personality had been destroyed, the power of words was too weak.

Mousse stared at Shadow One lying lonely on his knees, longing to be stroked by him, deep sadness emerging in his heart.

He finally understood why the treatment progress was only 40% even though Shadow One’s physical injuries were mostly healed.

Shadow One was injured not only in body, but also those invisible, more cruel and profound injuries.

Physical injuries could be healed with medicine, how to repair the destroyed heart?

Mousse leaned over and embraced Shadow One.

Holding the dazed and helpless Shadow One tightly.

“Your Majesty, are, are you going to use me?” Shadow One asked apprehensively.

“No, not use.”

Mousse stroked Shadow One’s back, trying to calm his nervousness.

“I need… to treat you.”

Or perhaps, not just treatment.

Shadow One looked puzzled.

His injuries were mostly healed and didn’t affect usage.

But, they were not good-looking.

Shadow One lowered his eyes, attributing everything to the scars being too ugly, making Master lose interest in favoring him.

“I will apply scar removal medicine every day and recover as soon as possible.”

Shadow One’s voice was very low, with a little uneasiness and fear.

He was neither Master’s shadow guard, nor did Master let him be a dog. He had no identity in this world.

He wasn’t sure how long Master would let him stay in the palace.

Very afraid of being driven out of the palace by Master before the scars disappeared.

Never seeing Master again.

Mousse knew Shadow One misunderstood the meaning of “treatment.”

But he couldn’t explain to Shadow One.

Shadow One wouldn’t understand.

In Shadow One’s eyes, being his dog had become a very normal thing.

Even something he longed for.

He could only follow Shadow One’s words:

“Good, I will also apply medicine for you and help you treat.

“In the future… move into the main hall of the sleeping palace, let me see you more, and treat you better.”

Shadow One only thought Master allowed him to sleep on the footrest in front of the dragon bed, accepting it with unconcealed joy.

Great, can guard by Master’s bed, so close to Master.

That night, Shadow One washed himself thoroughly from top to bottom and went to Master’s sleeping palace.

Just about to lie down on the footrest, he was pulled up by the Master on the couch and dragged onto the dragon bed.

“Mas… Your Majesty?”

Too close, close enough to clearly smell the warm fragrance on His Majesty, Shadow One panicked in his heart.

This was the real Master.

Different from the illusion.

Even if the Master in the illusion rejected him the previous night, he would continue to visit his dream the next night under his thirst.

Satisfying his thirst time and again.

But, sometimes, Shadow One couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality.

For example, when swallowing Master, that intense and vivid feeling made him almost think everything was real, he was being favored by Master.

Or like now, the Master holding him to sleep was again a dream he fantasized to satisfy himself.

Shadow One tentatively called out “Master” in a low voice.

“Mn.”

Mousse buried in Shadow One’s arms, hugging him and rubbing.

Mmm, Shadow One felt so comfortable to hug.

Looking like a cold, hard shadow guard, but when relaxed, muscles all over the body were soft and bouncy.

But as a martial artist, the frame was exceptionally strong.

Hugging him was neither too cold and hard nor too soft, everything was just right.

If not for taking Shadow One out of the palace tomorrow, tonight wasn’t suitable for too much tossing, he wanted to eat Shadow One up.

Mousse secretly took a bite.

Delicious.

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