SGT CH20: I Just Have to Bully Aix

◎This Aix in front of him, with his terrible expression, the red tips of his ears, and his refusal to look at him, was also particularly interesting.◎

Hearing the prince’s command, Aix’s body stiffened, but his previously uneasy heart suddenly calmed down.

It was as if the sword hanging over his head had finally fallen.

Although facing the executioner’s blade was difficult, it was more reassuring than the unknown.

At least he knew what to do next and could predict the most miserable outcome.

The worst that could happen was that his reputation would be ruined, he would lose everything, and become a laughingstock.

Perhaps this was the reason the prince let him return to the military.

It was very much in line with the prince’s character.

Vile, cunning, fond of toying with zergs, with a nearly innocent cruelty, and a preference for drawing pleasure from the pain of other zergs.

In order to be satisfied, he would even do things that were difficult for zergs to understand.

Like leaving the door wide open and making him serve him at the entrance.

Or, for another example, unlocking his suppressors, letting him return to the military, and then punishing him.

But even so, Aix couldn’t bring himself to be angry at the prince’s actions.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t have the right to be angry.

Or perhaps it was the prince’s reserved posture, yet his shining eyes full of expectation, that reminded him of the little zerg cub from his memory, making him unable to resist satisfying all of the other’s requests.

Aix comforted himself in his heart: At least, this time the prince didn’t make him go to the doorway, nor did he demand the door be left open.

Aix lowered his eyes and raised his hands to unfasten the golden belt of a general at his waist.

Mousse watched his movements, somewhat surprised by his compliance.

He had thought that it would take a round of sarcasm and threats before Aix would be forced to submit.

Being too cooperative, on the contrary, left Mousse at a bit of a loss.

He could have vented his anger by taunting and threatening Aix.

But Aix had obediently listened, and he seemed to have lost his reason to get angry.

This wouldn’t do.

Aix placed the belt on the table and continued to unbutton his jacket.

Mousse stepped forward and gave him a push back.

…He didn’t move.

Before, in the prince’s mansion, he could easily suppress Aix, doing this and that to him, because the other was wearing suppressors, his body lacked strength, and he had no ability to resist.

Now, before him was a genuine S-level female zerg.

If Aix didn’t cooperate, it would be difficult for Mousse to force anything.

It wasn’t that there was no solution. He could just put the suppressors back on, or release his pheromones.

But Mousse didn’t want to choose either of these two options.

Now it was very awkward.

Aix lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the pale white hand the prince had pressed against his chest.

He reacted a beat later to the prince’s meaning.

He was also used to his body with suppressors, used to the prince’s control over him, but he was not yet used to cooperating.

Seeing the prince stop there, seemingly hesitating whether to use the opportunity to get angry and torment him further, Aix took the initiative to fall back, propping himself up on the desk with his elbows, half-lying on the desk.

The reason he didn’t fall completely was that the prince’s hand was still hanging in the air. If he lay down completely flat, it would seem very exaggerated.

Although… his current appearance wasn’t much better.

Mousse glanced at the female zerg who was half-lying on the desk, observing his expression. As he put his hand down, he took the opportunity to grab the female zerg’s knee.

Anyway, as long as he wasn’t embarrassed, the one who was embarrassed would be the other zerg.

Mousse pressed Aix’s knee back and commanded: “Hold it yourself.”

Once the female zerg held his knees as told, Mousse would have his hands free to teach him a lesson.

“General Aix, how does it feel to lead troops into battle, to charge onto the front lines?”

Mousse pinched him, pressing for an answer.

Aix忍隱 (rěnyǐn) “forbearingly” pressed his lips together, wanting to look away, but because of the prince’s previous command, he didn’t dare to move his gaze, so he could only stare at the prince before him.

In this situation, facing the prince’s peerlessly beautiful face, he also had to use his brain, analyze the prince’s words, and give an answer.

This was too difficult for a zerg.

“Replying to Your Highness…”

Aix began with difficulty.

“Hmm?” The prince let out a short, questioning sound, the rising tone at the end particularly alluring.

Aix’s mind went blank for a moment, and he directly forgot what he was going to answer.

It wasn’t until the prince increased the force of his hand, expressing his displeasure, that Aix suddenly came back to his senses.

“It feels…”

Aix calmed his breathing and said: “It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the battlefield. I’m a bit rusty.”

“Oh?” Mousse raised an eyebrow. “Rusty, yet you still managed to suppress the two garrison generals of my White Night Star?”

“General Auray’s command ability is outstanding, and General Roger is brave and skilled in battle. Both generals are extremely excellent.”

Aix fully affirmed his two colleagues before saying: “But I am S-level.”

Mousse understood his meaning.

The S-level female zergs who had broken through in the empire could be counted on one hand.

It was no wonder Aix was confident.

He dared to take on two generals at once while carrying a zerg egg and missing his wings.

Being confident was one thing.

Whether he would be worried and angry about his actions was another.

If Aix were to die, he could only die at his hands.

If he died somewhere else, Mousse would go crazy with anger.

He still had to do a full check-up. Although the female zerg looked lively, he might have hidden injuries.

He had asked Aix to take off his clothes before, but had interrupted him himself.

Mousse was too lazy to help him take them off himself.

This kind of complicated military uniform was very troublesome to put on and take off.

So, Mousse withdrew his hand, opened the terminal on his wrist, and aimed it at Aix on the desk.

Aix, who had been very cooperative all along, suddenly changed his expression.

“Your Highness!”

Although his clothes were still relatively neat, the expression on his face couldn’t be hidden. There were also traces of pheromone fluid soaking the desk and the fabric in contact with it, and then there was this posture.

Once it was filmed and spread, all the zergs would know how he had fooled around with the prince in the office.

In the eyes of the public, it would only be him shamelessly seducing the prince.

The prince would not receive any punishment, at most he would be lightly reprimanded by the Zerg Emperor or the Marshal.

And he would be ruined because of this.

This was the prince’s purpose, wasn’t it?

He had already anticipated it.

But when this moment truly came, Aix was not as calm as he thought he would be.

But strangely, the grief in his heart was not for his own ruined future, but for something else.

Aix’s gaze fell on the prince’s indifferent face.

He suddenly felt a bit of sadness.

Mousse was a little confused.

He glanced at the female zerg’s body data scanned by the terminal, then looked at Aix, whose eyes were filled with pain and dejection, yet still maintained that sacrificial posture.

The quiet and cooperative Aix from before seemed very obedient and easy to bully. He liked that.

But this pained and struggling Aix now…

Was absolutely amazing!

It made him so excited! He wanted to hurt him like crazy!

And the reason for this change in Aix was… his terminal?

Mousse’s gaze moved and landed on the terminal.

He immediately had an idea.

He quickly finished reading the female zerg’s body scan report, confirming that the female zerg before him was as strong as a cosmic beast. Apart from the missing wings, there were no problems.

Mousse’s gaze paused at “missing wings” for a moment, then quickly moved away.

He took the terminal bracelet off his wrist, placed it at a corner of the desk, adjusted the angle for a while in a showy manner, and then, with his lips pursed to hide a rising smile, came before Aix.

With a push of his hand, he made the female zerg’s back completely touch the desktop.

Mousse leaned in close, bit Aix’s earlobe, and said: “General Aix, is this how you usually work in your office?”

Aix, disregarding the prince’s previous command, looked away in distress.

But Mousse insisted on turning his chin, forcing him to look in the direction of the terminal.

After bullying Aix on the desk for a round, Mousse still felt it wasn’t enough. He took the messy female zerg to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The officer’s office building had a wide field of vision, which also meant there were no obstructions.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window, one could see the spacious open-air training ground.

At this time, there was still a battalion of military females conducting daily training on the training ground.

Aix couldn’t stand and almost knelt on the ground. Mousse held him from behind, leaned close to his bitten-red ear, and said in a low voice: “General, look, is that military female looking over here?”

Mousse was talking nonsense.

A male zerg’s eyesight was very average. Without expanding his mental power, he couldn’t even tell how many military females were on the square, let alone see their faces and body orientation clearly.

But a high-level female zerg’s five senses were extremely good.

Even from nearly a thousand meters away, they could clearly see the military females on the open-air training ground, including their figures and faces.

Aix looked down in a daze. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his body instantly tensed.

He saw his adjutant and other members of the Blood Blade unit.

Mousse took a sharp breath, endured the pain, and continued in Aix’s ear: “They seem to be doing group training. Oh my, they all turned around and are looking this way.”

Mousse had actually only seen the military females moving in unison, but he really couldn’t tell what they were doing specifically.

And his attention wasn’t on those military females either. All his mind was focused on Aix’s reaction.

But as soon as his words fell, he saw Aix struggling violently, his hands pressing against the glass, trying to get up.

Mousse quickly pressed down on his shoulder, putting his entire body weight on it to stop him from getting up.

Facts proved that without a suppressor, a male zerg should never compare strength with a female zerg.

Mousse was easily flipped over and fell into the female zerg’s arms. Strong, powerful arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly.

Mousse thought he was about to be crushed in a bear hug by Aix and looked up in anger and surprise.

“You dare?!”

Before his words could finish, his head was pressed down by the panicked Aix, who had his back against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Buried again in the female zerg’s full chest muscles, Mousse struggled for a while but failed to achieve any effect.

But he also sensed that Aix had no intention of hurting him. He was just holding him, not letting his head be exposed.

Mousse calmed down, and his thoughts started to work again.

He realized that with Aix in this position, he was actually completely shielding him with his body.

Mousse: “…”

It was… quite confusing.

Mousse moved his head slightly against the female zerg’s chest. This time, as expected, he wasn’t pressed down.

He looked at his own clothes, which were messy but still relatively intact, then at the completely uncovered female zerg, and finally couldn’t help but ask: “What are you doing?”

Aix pressed his lips together. It was unclear what he was thinking, but his expression was quite terrible.

But facing his question, he still replied in a low voice: “You are a male zerg.”

A sentence without a beginning or end, but Mousse understood his meaning.

He was a male zerg, so he couldn’t be seen in this situation.

Even if his upper body was still properly dressed, even if Aix’s state was much worse than his.

Aix still chose to protect him first.

Protecting him, the zerg who had been hurting him all along.

He didn’t know if this choice was also unbelievable to Aix himself, as Aix’s expression was still terrible.

But Mousse found it very interesting.

The current Aix was more interesting to him than the previous Aix who was purely in pain and struggling but could only endure.

He seemed to have found a new way to play.

Mousse moved in Aix’s arms.

When Aix looked down at him in disbelief.

Mousse gave him an obedient smile, as if he were completely harmless.

“So, you have to protect me well, okay? Don’t let me be seen. I don’t want to become the YY object of all the female zergs on the internet.”

The voice was also very sweet and soft, with a deliberate coyness, but it couldn’t change the vile and excessive meaning of the words.

Aix gritted his teeth, turned his face away, his back hitting the floor-to-ceiling window, refusing to look at him.

Normally, Mousse would definitely be angry.

But now, he had just found a new way to play and found everything extremely interesting.

This Aix in front of him, with his terrible expression, the red tips of his ears, and his refusal to look at him, was also particularly interesting.

I just have to bully Aix.

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