SGT CH157: Favored Concubine by Day, Dog by Night

The problem now wasn’t that his year of humiliation had destroyed Shadow One’s personality.

But that Shadow One himself was a bit… crooked?

Perhaps, the year he made Shadow One act as a dog wasn’t humiliating for Shadow One at all, but satisfied his inner desires.

Realizing this, Mousse felt terrible.

Shadow One was still quietly gazing at him under his hand, waiting for his answer.

Meeting Shadow One’s expectant black eyes, Mousse seemed to hear his inner voice.

—Is it okay?

—Can I be your shadow guard, dog, partner, wet nurse, and sex toy simultaneously?

—Please, Master.

Mousse: “…”

Simply insane.

“Shadow One, you’re just not thinking clearly right now, you don’t really want to do these things.”

Mousse tried to persuade Shadow One as peacefully as possible, but he couldn’t even convince himself with these words.

Rather than speaking nonsense due to unclear consciousness, it was more like revealing his true thoughts.

Shadow One’s mouth, covered by him, moved, as if wanting to say something.

Mousse moved his hand away, and heard Shadow One say quickly and earnestly:

“I’m serious, Master. I really want to be your dog, your partner, your toy, your… even if I can only obtain one or two of these identities, I would be very satisfied.”

Mousse didn’t know how to answer.

When he refused Shadow One to be his dog before, Shadow One acted extremely depressed.

And now, Shadow One was pregnant and had prenatal depression. Only by satisfying Shadow One’s needs as much as possible could the illness be treated.

This presented him with a big problem.

If he agreed, he felt he would be warned by the light screen.

If he refused, it would worsen Shadow One’s condition.

“Alright…”

Mousse finally relented under Shadow One’s pleading gaze.

“From now on, your main identity is my Empress and partner. Occasionally, you can double as those things you mentioned… imperial guard, older brother, chamber servant, wet nurse…”

Mousse tried his best to pick identities that were at least “human.”

But when these words were strung together, it was still shocking.

After he finished saying this, Shadow One looked as if he had received a great favor. His eyes were amazingly bright, his face flushed like he was drunk, his body so excited it was almost convulsing, clinging to Mousse so tightly it made his scalp tingle.

“Master, Master.”

Shadow One called out repeatedly, clinging to Mousse, his expression excited, bewildered, and intoxicated.

“I can stay by Master’s side to serve Master forever, Master can use me anytime.”

A consort could lose favor, an Empress could be deposed. As for a shadow guard… he had long lost the qualification to be a shadow guard due to the distracting thoughts in his heart.

But Master gave him more choices.

He could simultaneously be Master’s table and chair, toy, chamber servant, wet nurse, chamber pot…

Master would always use tables, chairs, and bedding, and could use him anytime.

And there were many other identities; there would always be times when Master needed him.

The more Shadow One thought about it, the more excited he became, as if his whole being was about to float away. He could only cling to his master even harder, seeking support.

Shadow One was flying with pleasure, and Mousse was also twisted out of his wits by him, not even hearing the final prompt sound from the light screen.

[Scum Attack Value -10]

[Current Scum Attack Value: 0]

[Congratulations on completing the transformation.]

It wasn’t until he woke up the next day that Mousse discovered the Scum Attack Value had cleared to zero at some point.

But the light screen still existed.

It said there was a six-month observation period, asking him to maintain it well and not repeat the same mistakes.

Mousse: “…”

He had agreed to let Shadow One be his dog, his toy, his table and chair, his chamber pot, and this didn’t increase his Scum Attack Value, but instead cleared it immediately.

Mousse really couldn’t think of anything else that would make him “repeat the same mistakes.”

It couldn’t be that refusing Shadow One to be his dog in the future would do it, right?

What kind of hellish joke was this.

Mousse quickly threw this strange thought out of his mind.

The sky outside the window was already bright, but there was no movement outside, which meant it wasn’t his usual time to get up yet.

But after tossing all night last night, Mousse was a little thirsty.

Afraid that calling the palace servants in would disturb the still sleeping Shadow One, he prepared to get up and find some tea himself.

However, just as he moved, Shadow One sleeping next to him opened his eyes.

“Still woke you up.”

Mousse felt a little apologetic.

Shadow One was also tired all night last night; he wanted to let Shadow One sleep a little longer.

Shadow One didn’t think it was anything.

He always slept little, used to keeping watch all night when he was a shadow guard.

Whether as a shadow guard or a consort, he should serve his master, His Majesty, well.

Waking up later than his master was already a dereliction of duty.

Listening to the silence outside, Shadow One knew it wasn’t His Majesty’s usual time to get up.

So he asked in a low voice: “Does Your Majesty want to use the toilet (change clothes)?”

Note: In ancient Chinese, “gengyi” (changing clothes) is a euphemism for going to the toilet.

Mousse originally wanted to drink a cup of tea and come back to hug Shadow One and laze in bed.

But since Shadow One was awake, he might as well get up.

So, he nodded.

Seeing this, Shadow One burrowed under the brocade quilt.

It wasn’t until he felt the warm mouth that Mousse reacted in astonishment.

He hurriedly lifted the quilt, revealing Shadow One’s head.

Trying to calm his messy breathing, he asked in confusion:

“What are you doing?”

Wasn’t he satisfied last night?

Shadow One couldn’t speak at this moment. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly spat out His Majesty, holding it with his hands, and answered seriously:

“Serving Your Majesty to change clothes (use the toilet).”

Change clothes.

This “change clothes” was not that “change clothes.”

“Change clothes” didn’t just mean changing clothes, but also meant relieving oneself.

Mousse’s face flushed instantly.

He quickly snatched himself back from Shadow One’s hands and retreated hastily until his back hit the carved dragon and phoenix wooden frame at the head of the bed.

He pulled the brocade quilt over himself, stared at Shadow One, stuttering “You you you” for a long time without being able to speak.

Shadow One didn’t understand why His Majesty reacted so strongly, looking blank.

“You said you allowed me to be your chamber pot.”

Last night Shadow One mentioned too many identities, and some particularly weird things were mixed in. Mousse couldn’t pick them out one by one to correct him.

How could he have thought that Shadow One really wanted to be his chamber pot?!

This was too much!

Shadow One was still lying on the couch, half-propping up his upper body, waiting to serve him to “change clothes.”

Mousse wanted to just roll up the quilt and flee.

But remembering the Scum Attack Value that was finally cleared to zero.

He didn’t know if refusing Shadow One would make the Scum Attack Value rise again.

He was in a dilemma for a moment.

Of course, he couldn’t really use Shadow One as a chamber pot.

Even when he humiliated Shadow One back then, he only let Shadow One eat his…

Er, there seemed to be no difference.

“I, I suddenly don’t want to change clothes anymore. No, I never thought about it, I want to get up, change clothes, and wash.”

Mousse emphasized.

He must let Shadow One know that he wasn’t rejecting him, but just didn’t intend to do so.

Learning that he had misunderstood His Majesty’s meaning, Shadow One immediately felt ashamed.

He got off the bed immediately, wanting to remedy it.

He lowered his body and said: “I serve Your Majesty to get up.”

“…What kind of service is this again?” Mousse asked with a headache.

Who serves people by kneeling under the bed?

“Being a footrest for Your Majesty.”

Shadow One lowered his head and answered, and asked:

“I wonder if Your Majesty wants to step on my back or my chest?”

The stomach was out of the question, he was still pregnant.

Mousse: “…”

Being a footrest…

I really give up on you!

Mousse quickly pulled the person up.

Before Shadow One could react, he hugged him and kissed his lips.

Kiss the person dizzy first, then coax with a gentle and patient tone.

“Shadow One, have you forgotten? Your main identity now is my beloved consort, my future Empress. Other identities are secondary. You can use them occasionally when you want, but the most important thing is…”

Mousse held Shadow One’s hand, placed it on his own heart, and said:

“You are my partner, my other half. We share honor and disgrace.”

Shadow One nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

“I must be His Majesty’s consort first before I can be His Majesty’s chamber pot and footrest.”

Ah this…

“That’s right too.” Mousse said reluctantly.

To prevent Shadow One from creating any more situations, Mousse threw inner robes on both of them and called the palace servants in to serve.

Before, Mousse rejected palace servants serving him closely, preferring Shadow One to take care of him, whether dressing him or combing his hair.

Now Mousse realized he was wrong.

Sometimes being taken care of too much was also a kind of pressure.

In contrast to Shadow One being his footrest and chamber pot, the palace servants who only strictly observed the rules and served him fearfully became reassuring.

Of course, Mousse didn’t refuse Shadow One every time.

After all, he personally promised Shadow One to give him those identities, so he couldn’t break his word.

At some appropriate times, he would satisfy Shadow One.

For example, he found a tail for Shadow One as fun between the bed curtains.

Shadow One had been used by him with many props. Wearing a big tail as long as an adult’s arm for the first time, he didn’t show any discomfort, and cooperatively twisted his waist and shook it for him to see.

Mousse stroked his head as a reward and smiled:

“Do you like it? This is the tail of the alpha wolf that bit you back then.”

After saying it, Mousse realized his action was inappropriate.

The alpha wolf of that pack had bitten Shadow One all over, surely leaving a deep shadow on Shadow One.

He shouldn’t have mentioned things related to that wolf pack, let alone used a wolf tail on Shadow One.

Mousse regretted it a little, and was about to comfort Shadow One and apologize.

But he found that Shadow One’s face remained unchanged after learning it was that wolf’s tail.

No, there was even a faint hint of more joy in his eyes.

And he wagged the tail very happily.

If this tail couldn’t stand up, Shadow One would probably wag the wolf tail like a dog tail.

“Are you… not afraid?” Mousse asked softly.

Shadow One was confused.

Realizing His Majesty was talking about this tail, he was even more puzzled.

“It’s big and beautiful.”

As for fear, he had never felt it.

With Shadow One’s strength, even against a whole pack of wolves, he wouldn’t be afraid at all.

Back then, he was just bent on dying.

When bitten by that big gray wolf, Shadow One woke up in pain. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the strength to fight back, he just didn’t want to.

After being abandoned by his master, he waited alone for death to come.

Fortunately, his master picked him back up.

His master even vented his anger for him.

Shadow One lay on the Emperor’s knees, wagging his tail even more happily.

But he didn’t want his master to think he was a “dog” that couldn’t even beat a wolf.

“I don’t fear them. If Master doesn’t believe me, you can lead me to the beast park, I’m willing to perform fighting tigers and wolves for Master.”

Mousse was stunned.

Stop, stop.

He gave Shadow One a wolf tail just for fun in bed.

Leading him to the colosseum or whatever was too much.

Mousse slapped the meat next to his wolf tail and lectured in a deep voice:

“Do you remember how many months pregnant you are? Still want to fight beasts? Tired of living?”

Already five months pregnant.

The belly was becoming more obvious too.

Mousse looked down and saw the pregnant belly exposed under Shadow One’s half-open robe.

A thought suddenly drifted through Mousse’s mind.

This was a pregnant large wolfdog.

Carrying his child.

Amused by the strange thought in his mind, Mousse’s mood suddenly improved, and he hugged Shadow One and rubbed him.

Shadow One was rubbed blankly.

He didn’t think pregnancy would affect anything. Even with a five-month pregnant belly, he could still easily deal with tigers and wolves.

But if Master didn’t let him go, then he wouldn’t go.

And Master rubbing him felt so comfortable.

Shadow One narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

A moment later, sensing changes in his body, he stiffened, moving his lower body imperceptibly.

Would Master accept a dog going into heat on him?

Shadow One panicked inside.

Mousse sensed Shadow One’s discomfort, pulled him back, and asked: “What’s wrong?”

While asking, he reached down to explore.

He understood instantly.

Mousse laughed, made him kneel, placed one hand on his waist to protect his belly, and lifted his wolf tail with the other hand.

Shadow One got the answer.

Master didn’t mind, and was very happy to satisfy him.

Shadow One was so happy he wanted to wag his tail, but there was more than just a tail behind him now.

After being satisfied, Shadow One lay beside the Emperor, gazing at the Emperor whose eyes were slightly closed, and called “Master” in an extremely soft voice.

Only when being Master’s dog could he call out this title without scruples.

Mousse habitually raised his hand and patted his head.

Shadow One enjoyed his master’s caress and asked in a low voice:

“Can I still be Master’s dog tomorrow?”

Mousse: “…”

“Sleep. Tomorrow you should be the favored consort.” Mousse said helplessly.

“Oh.” Shadow One agreed obediently.

He also liked being the favored consort.

But consorts couldn’t call the Emperor “Master,” only “Your Majesty.”

“Then can I be the day after tomorrow?”

Shadow One asked in an extremely soft voice.

Mousse: “…”

I give up on you.

“Yes, yes. Put away your tail, use it the day after tomorrow.”

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