SGT CH163: Extra

Aix, an S+++ class military female, infinitely close to SS-class, capable of pushing a heavy mecha weighing hundreds of tons with his bare hands.

Now, the male Zerg thought he couldn’t lift this compressed suitcase.

Aix didn’t know which was more embarrassing: almost falling while walking, or being considered unable to lift a suitcase by a male Zerg.

Just like he didn’t know if the Prince’s remark “Why didn’t you pick me up too” was the male Zerg’s true thought or a unique complaint against him.

In the moment of his hesitation, the Prince had already put the missing wheels back on.

And stood aside hesitantly watching, as if worried he couldn’t lift it and ready to come over and take the box anytime.

Probably because there was something very important and valuable in the Prince’s luggage.

Aix personally escorted the Prince’s luggage through the military’s scanning check, staring at it without blinking the whole time.

When they came out, the Prince stood by the roadside, tall and elegant, with peerless appearance.

Attracting many military females to stop.

A male Zerg in military uniform was really pleasing to the eye, not to mention the Prince had high looks, a good figure, and the bonus of temperament and family background.

If not for the Prince looking obviously in a bad mood, emitting an aura of “whoever approaches dies,” those military females would probably have surrounded him long ago.

Aix approached.

The Prince turned back and complained, “You’re so slow.”

“Sorry, the military’s scanning check is stricter, took some time.”

What Aix didn’t say was that the personal items brought by the Prince clearly exceeded the quantity limit stipulated by the military.

But because the Zerg sending the luggage for inspection was him, and the owner of the luggage was a male Zerg, and His Highness the Prince at that, the Zergs at the inspection point turned a blind eye and let it pass.

The gazes of the surrounding military females were too burning. Aix swept a cold glance over, dispersing the Zergs.

He quietly moved closer to the Prince, incorporating him into his territory, and whispered: “I’ll take you to the dormitory.”

“Mmh.” Mousse responded, then pretended to be dissatisfied, “You scared away my suitors.”

[Is he jealous?]

[Will he be?]

Mousse secretly observed.

Aix’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his hand holding the suitcase tightened, and he forced himself to be calm:

“They just need to complete their training tasks. You won’t care about these one or two… dozens of suitors. Unmarried military females in the entire military admire you.”

This number could even be expanded to the entire Empire.

As for jealousy… Aix didn’t understand his own thoughts either. He just didn’t want those military females to pester the Prince and affect him.

“Is that so? I remember Lieutenant General Aix is also unmarried.”

[Do you admire me too?]

[Unmarried so far… because you refused to marry me.]

[Resentment.gif]

[Tearing spider doll.gif]

[Biting spider doll.gif]

“…”

Aix really didn’t expect that animated GIFs could appear in the Prince’s thoughts.

He… of course loved the Prince.

No Zerg could not love the little male raised by his own hands.

And no Zerg could not love the male Zerg who deeply marked him.

But he couldn’t be the Prince’s suitor.

Aix could only silently skip this topic.

Naturally making the Prince even angrier.

The Prince strode ahead, refusing to pay attention to him at all.

[Detestable female Zerg.]

[Annoying Aix!]

[Go be a single Zerg for life!]

Aix maintained a distance of one step behind, following the Prince, occasionally reminding him of the direction in a low voice.

Like this, they arrived at the officer dormitory area.

Here were all detached three-story small villas.

Ordinary new recruits definitely didn’t live here.

But the Prince was a male Zerg, so naturally he couldn’t live mixed with military females; that would be chaotic.

Under the Marshal’s intentional arrangement, the Prince’s residence was set right next to his.

Aix used the key given by the Marshal to open the door for the Prince.

The Marshal even gave him a copy of the key.

Aix didn’t know whether to say the Marshal was too big-hearted.

Anyway, if he were a male Zerg’s Female Father, he absolutely couldn’t give the key to his cub’s residence to another female Zerg.

Aix put the luggage inside the door, but didn’t step inside himself, even stepping back properly.

“Rest well, Your Highness. Formal training starts tomorrow. I will send the specific schedule to your terminal.”

Aix thought for a moment and added:

“Call me if you need anything, I live next door.”

Mousse glanced at the villa standing side by side, his face, which had become bad due to Aix’s stepping back, finally looked a bit better.

But then he became suspicious again.

[Why living so close? Could it be his deliberate arrangement?]

Mousse secretly glanced at Aix.

[Could he have ulterior motives towards me?]

[If he dares to do anything to me, I will definitely let him know what is called…]

“Your Highness,” Aix suddenly spoke up, earnestly: “I have no malicious intent, please believe me.”

“Hmph!”

Mousse kicked the door and walked into the house.

[Useless female Zerg.]

Aix was dazed facing the slammed door.

It seemed no matter what he did, he would make the Prince angry.

It was very impolite for a female Zerg to linger outside a male Zerg’s residence.

Aix left quickly.

Mousse opened the curtains to take a look outside, then closed them angrily.

Facing the empty house, Mousse suddenly didn’t know what to do.

He actually didn’t expect to become a soldier under Aix.

It wasn’t until he received the military’s arrangement on the aircraft that he knew Aix became his superior.

And the kind directly responsible for him.

Who lets a Lieutenant General teach new recruits?

This was obviously his Female Father’s doing.

His Female Father probably thought Aix could take care of him.

But Mousse couldn’t get along well with Aix at all.

As soon as he saw Aix, he wanted to find ways to oppose him and make him unhappy.

Even before seeing Aix, he was already doing so.

After learning Aix was his instructor and would pick him up, he directly dismantled the suitcase wheels.

The term for a prince to train in the military was at least five years.

Of course, generally speaking, they wouldn’t stay for such a short time.

Zergs were a long-lived race; even decades were just a small part of a Zerg’s life.

The military was also the best place to accumulate merit and power.

But Mousse was a male Zerg prince; military power didn’t affect him that much.

The way for a male Zerg to obtain military support was simple.

Just marry a high-ranking military officer.

Even his Male Father, who came from a military background, mainly relied on his Female Father, Marshal Shian, to manage the military after becoming the Zerg Emperor, shifting his own work focus to government affairs.

Mousse rubbed his face.

For a prince destined to be the Crown Prince for hundreds of years, thinking about these now was too distant.

However, he could battle wits and courage with Aix in the military for hundreds of years, finding fault with Aix non-stop and tormenting him severely!

Thinking of this, Mousse was instantly full of fighting spirit.

The discomfort of first arriving at the military and the confusion about the future were swept away.

Zergs indeed needed goals and motivation.

·

Early the next morning, the spirited Mousse met Aix, who also got up early, at the door.

Aix, who had actually waited for quite a while, deliberately listening to the movement in the Prince’s house to come out at the right time:

“Is Your Highness going to have breakfast? You don’t know the way yet. I’ll take you there.”

[Who doesn’t know the way? I memorized the military map with one glance.]

“Okay, then I’ll trouble you, sir.” Mousse smiled.

Aix was dazzled by the Prince’s rare smile.

Clearly, the Prince after two awakenings didn’t look like the little male in memory.

But when he smiled, there was a feeling that the little male appeared before his eyes.

Perhaps, the biggest difference between the Prince and the little male all along was actually just in personality and temperament.

[What’s wrong with him? Looking dumb.]

[Does he fall for this trick? An obedient and well-behaved male Zerg recruit?]

[Hmm, let me think…]

Aix led the way in front, but couldn’t help listening to the Prince’s thoughts.

All attention was placed on the Prince’s thoughts.

But the subsequent thoughts were too weak and vague, as if the Prince himself hadn’t thought it through.

Entering the cafeteria.

Aix led the Prince to the window serving more fruits and vegetables to get food.

Female Zergs needed high-quality protein more, and their dietary preferences leaned towards meat.

Male Zergs preferred fruits, vegetables, and refined grains, and had a sweeter tooth.

Actually, Aix rarely ate in the cafeteria before; he usually saved time by drinking nutrient solutions.

The Prince’s arrival, as usual, attracted a lot of attention.

Aix tried to walk closer to the Prince, protecting him within his range.

But after getting the nutritious meal, Aix hesitated for a moment and still sat at a table diagonally opposite the Prince.

Female Zergs and male Zergs sharing a table for meals was too ambiguous and inappropriate.

Mousse stabbed the fork into the fruit expressionlessly.

[Stab you to death.]

Aix: “…”

The Prince ate very slowly, his movements elegant and noble, very pleasing to the eye.

If ignoring his thoughts.

Aix matched the Prince’s eating speed. When the Prince finished, he also just ate the last piece of meat on his plate and got up.

For him who usually finished eating within three minutes, trying to slow down and eat for so long was really not easy.

A military female eating so slowly was very strange; normally, it would definitely attract sideways glances from Zergs.

But at this moment, no Zerg would pay attention to Aix.

Because all the military females in the cafeteria seemed to have collectively contracted anorexia, eating a nutritious meal for half an hour, not moving once they sat down.

Seemingly eating, but actually all watching the Prince.

Aix frowned watching this.

These military females were really… undisciplined.

Aix opened his terminal to check the time, knocked on the table, and said slowly:

“7:59, fifty seconds until morning training starts.”

The military females instantly wailed, scrambling to pack up and run away.

In the blink of an eye, the entire cafeteria became suddenly empty.

Mousse, who had just gotten up: “???”

Looking at the empty cafeteria, then at Aix beside him, Mousse asked:

“Sir, will I be marked late?”

Logically speaking, yes, but…

“No, I’m still here.”

Aix gave him a reassuring look.

“Even if it’s late, we’re late together.”

[Late together with Aix…]

[Sounds interesting.]

Aix led Mousse to the training room at five past eight.

Mousse looked around the empty training room.

“Just us?”

“Yes.”

Aix opened the light screen to call up training equipment while saying:

“You are the only male Zerg recruit, training separately.”

Feeling treated differently.

Before, in living arrangements and such, the feeling wasn’t obvious, but even daily training was treated differently, Mousse suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.

Even if rationally knowing male and female Zergs had different physical qualities and separate treatment was the more appropriate choice.

Emotionally, Mousse still felt looked down upon.

Especially when he found Aix deleting and modifying on the light screen, removing many items and lowering the difficulty a lot.

Couldn’t accept being looked down upon by Aix the most.

“Instructor, since I entered the military, I am a military Zerg. You should treat me as a soldier, not some male Zerg or Prince.”

Mousse said: “I demand the same training difficulty as female Zerg recruits of the same level! You haven’t even let me try, how are you sure I can’t?”

Aix wanted to refuse, but meeting the Prince’s stubborn eyes, he could only let the Prince try.

He watched from the side, ensuring the Prince wouldn’t get hurt, ready to turn off the training module at any time.

Mousse followed the arrangement and trained for half an hour, the Zerg was about to go dumb.

Why so tired? So difficult?

Clearly he exercised often at home before.

But the difference in difficulty and requirements was too big, not on the same level at all.

Later on, Mousse gritted his teeth and continued solely to not lose face in front of Aix and to be responsible for his words.

Aix watched worriedly from the side.

Wanted to persuade the Prince to stop very much.

But afraid his words would anger the Prince like before, not knowing how to speak.

The Prince was actually excellent. The only problem was, he said he wanted “the same training difficulty as recruits of the same level.”

The Prince was S+.

In the entire Empire, S-class Zergs were few and far between, let alone S+.

If one had to say, there was one in front of the Prince.

Aix himself.

Aix, who hadn’t become SS-class yet, could still be called S+.

What Aix gave the Prince was his former training module.

He thought the Prince would retreat in the face of difficulties and give up after trying, never expecting the Prince to persist for so long.

After enduring for an hour, Mousse was completely exhausted and collapsed.

Aix immediately turned off the training module and squatted down to check the Prince’s condition.

Mousse propped himself up with difficulty, turned his back to him, refusing to pay attention to him.

[Wuwuwu so embarrassing.]

[Ending up like this in front of Aix, won’t be able to lift my head for a lifetime.]

[Will definitely be mocked.]

[Wuwuwuwu.]

“Your Highness is very amazing.”

“Don’t coax me, I’m not a little cub.”

Mousse didn’t believe it at all, burying his head between his knees and playing dead.

Aix continued:

“This is my training module. Your Highness used the training difficulty of an S+ military female. Being able to complete most of it is already very amazing.”

Mousse looked up at him, with a few tears still in his eyes.

“Really?”

“Really.” Aix nodded.

As for the fact that the content of the first hour was his warm-up exercise, Aix didn’t plan to tell the Prince.

[Aix is a military female about to break through to SS-class. I can persist for so long under his training content, I’m so amazing.]

[Aiya, the training difficulty of S-class military females is nothing special.]

“I’m so amazing, won’t Instructor give me a reward?”

Mousse tilted his head slightly and asked looking up.

The long hair tied in a ponytail fell with his movement, sliding in a beautiful arc.

Aix’s Adam’s apple bobbed, asking hoarsely: “What reward does Your Highness want?”

“Hmm…”

Mousse’s gaze moved, sweeping across Aix.

[Let me lean on your chest.]

Aix was slightly stunned, his gaze shifting.

He was already squatting beside the Prince, extremely close.

If he…

Aix moved his body, shifting slightly behind the Prince.

Even closer in distance.

[Eh?]

Mousse turned back, puzzled.

Aix lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: “You just experienced high-intensity training and need massage to relax muscles, otherwise your body will ache later.”

“Oh, then I’ll trouble you, sir.”

Feeling Aix’s hands on his shoulders, then arms, Mousse gradually relaxed, narrowing his eyes in comfort, almost wanting to lie down.

“You can lean on me.” Aix lowered his eyes and whispered: “This way… is more convenient.”

[Wow!]

Mousse leaned back reservedly, touching Aix’s body.

[Soft, hot.]

[Such broad and thick pectoral muscles.]

Strong satisfaction and comfort made him unable to resist leaning his whole body on it.

Aix tried hard to relax his body, not to appear too tense and stiff, continuing to massage the Prince.

Their current posture was like he completely hugged the male Zerg in his arms.

The warm, fragrant, and soft bundle in his arms was his whole world.

His whole world looked up from his arms, squinting and questioning:

“Did Instructor massage other soldiers like this before?”

“No.” Aix looked at him and said.

Only you.

Mousse then curled back contentedly.

Secretly rubbing.

[Just rubbing a little bit, won’t be discovered, right?]

[Didn’t discover, rub again.]

[Hehe.]

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