SGT CH3: Nourishing the Egg

◎The prince is arrogant and vile, yet his pheromones are excessively sweet.◎

【Task “Release the Female Consort” completed, Scum Gong Value -10】

【Current Scum Gong Value: 80】

【Please continue your efforts, host, complete more tasks, and lower the scum gong value.】

He understood “complete more tasks.”

It meant irrigating the female zerg and nourishing the zerg egg.

Mousse pressed his lips together, trying hard to suppress his smile and appear more dignified.

He looked Aix up and down and said with feigned disgust:

“You’re filthy. You need a good wash.”

Aix wasn’t actually dirty.

The zerg’s absorption ability was very strong, and all Aix had ingested these past months were high-end nutrient solutions, which produced no waste that needed to be excreted through metabolism. His body was clean, without even a trace of sweat.

The only thing that could be called dirty was probably the dried blood on his clothes.

Half of that blood was from when Aix’s wings were torn off.

The other half came from Mousse.

At that time, Mousse had just finished his physiological awakening and was still buried in the female zerg’s body, holding the female zerg and wanting to change positions to continue sleeping.

The female zerg awoke from his daze as the drug wore off. His eyes went from vacant to clear, and then, one claw nearly took Mousse’s life.

Fortunately, the zerg’s life force was tenacious. Even the relatively frail male zergs had extremely strong self-healing abilities. This was what allowed Mousse to hold on until he got into a medical pod, instead of dying on the spot.

Otherwise, Aix would have already been executed by the Supreme Court.

The zerg egg in Aix’s abdomen managing to last three months before entering dormancy might have been partly due to the effect of that half of his blood.

The pheromone content in zerg blood was very high.

By that calculation, Aix should thank him.

Of course, Mousse didn’t need that kind of thanks.

He only needed Aix to prostrate himself before him, to be tormented and hurt by him at will.

Now, three months later, the bloodstains on the clothes had oxidized and darkened, not conspicuous on the black fabric.

But they were real, just as some injuries, once inflicted, could never be undone.

The faint scent of blood was caught by his sense of smell, and Mousse’s heart beat fast.

It was probably because Aix had almost ripped his heart out back then, in a physical sense.

Even knowing that Aix couldn’t lay a hand on him for the sake of the zerg egg, his body would still tense up when the other approached.

His heart beat wildly, uncontrollably.

“You’re filthy. Go wash up in the room next to the punishment room. Go now.”

Mousse gave Aix a push, shooing him away.

Aix went out as told. When he reached the door of the punishment room, he paused and looked back at Mousse.

Mousse lowered the hand that was about to clutch his heart and glared at him.

“What? Regretting it? I’m telling you, it’s too late to regret it now. Tonight you…”

Seeing that the prince was full of aggression and vitality, showing no signs of trouble, Aix did not linger and turned to leave.

Mousse used his mental perception to “watch” Aix enter the next room, tilting his head in confusion.

Whatever, at least the female zerg didn’t seem to be resisting or trying to escape.

He’d better think about how to torment Aix later.

The thought of being able to freely bully and torment Aix excited Mousse.

Back then, he had merely done this and that to Aix while he was unconscious, and Aix had given him the grand gift of nearly ripping his heart out.

Now that Aix had to submit to him for the zerg egg, it was such a good opportunity. Of course, he had to retaliate twofold.

But how should he retaliate?

Mousse couldn’t think of any good methods for a moment, so he decided to search the StarNet for some inspiration.

He opened his terminal and began searching.

“What female zergs fear most…”

“The cruelest…”

“Even the toughest military female can’t stand…”

“…making a female zerg cry and beg for mercy.”

Wow, everyone knows so much, they all seem so amazing.

By the time Mousse returned from his swim in the sea of knowledge, he saw that on the live broadcast light screen on the other side, the comments were scrolling by at high speed.

What happened?

[Are you kidding me? The task is for you to reform and repent, not for you to take the opportunity to oppress the shou!]

[What is the host searching for? Why are there so many censored boxes?]

[I know this one. To improve the audience’s viewing experience, overly bloody and violent content will be censored. The host obviously wants to continue torturing the female consort!]

[That’s too much!]

[Does this host look like he’s going to change at all? Where’s the system? Can’t it do something?]

[Don’t count on that broken system. The intelligence level of the live broadcast system is no different from a moron’s.]

[Then what do we do? Just let the general continue to be tormented by the host for the sake of the egg? What kind of reformation is this?]

Mousse said with an innocent face:

“How is it not reformation? Isn’t the task ‘Release the Female Consort’? I did as I was told.”

Anyway, the system had already judged that he had completed the task, and his scum gong value had also decreased by 10 points. The audience’s attitude was not within Mousse’s consideration.

Coincidentally, the search just now also allowed him to verify one thing: certain content would be automatically censored by the live broadcast room.

He didn’t have to worry about his private zerg life being watched by the otherworldly audience.

He could do this and that to Aix as he pleased, over and over again.

There were also some relatively friendly comments urging Mousse to reform seriously, repent sincerely, and be a good zerg.

They indicated that doing tasks this way could only get him by for a while and that he wouldn’t be able to pass the entire reformation.

Mousse thanked them for their reminder, but repentance was impossible.

He never thought he had done anything wrong.

Even if a zerg had to repent for this, that zerg would absolutely not be him.

Pushing the uninteresting comments to the back of his mind, Mousse walked towards the next room with light steps.

Bullying Aix was still more interesting.

Pushing open the familiar door, Mousse was startled by the female zerg kneeling behind the door.

“Why are you standing here…”

Seeing the female zerg’s appearance clearly, Mousse’s voice abruptly disappeared.

He!

Wasn’t! Wearing! Clothes!

Oh, not completely naked. He had a bath towel wrapped around him, barely covering the important parts.

Mousse immediately turned to check the live broadcast light screen.

The live broadcast area had turned into a black screen, with only a continuous stream of question marks scrolling by as comments.

Mousse breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the female zerg again, his gaze quickly sweeping down.

The bath towel was loosely draped. He was very worried that with the slightest movement from the female zerg, that last bit of cover would fall off.

Perhaps this was the effect the female zerg wanted.

Mousse mentally evaluated: Too direct a seduction, seen through at a glance, too low-level.

A straight hook with salty bait. How could such a crude method possibly catch a male zerg?

Mousse complained internally, slowly taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the coat rack at the side, then raised his hand to loosen his collar.

So hot. Is the room’s thermostat broken?

What was the command to change the temperature setting again?

Mousse’s eyes darted around, his gaze wandering. As it wandered, it would unconsciously fall on the female zerg on the floor.

The female zerg had just taken a bath but had not carefully groomed himself. Steam rose from his semi-dry hair.

A drop of water dripped from the tip of his hair, slid down the line of his muscles, and disappeared deep into the bath towel.

Mousse felt inexplicably dry-mouthed.

He must not have drunk enough water today.

Would it be inappropriate for him to take a glass of water from his spatial bracelet and drink it now?

Aix waited for a long time, but the male zerg made no move. He became a little anxious and took the initiative to speak:

“Your Highness, how do you wish to use me?”

Mousse gave up on drinking water. A dripping wet female zerg was better to drink than water.

He lightly kicked Aix’s knee with the tip of his shoe, his chin slightly raised, and said:

“Since you like kneeling so much, go kneel on the bed.”

Aix let out a light sigh of relief and calmly stood up.

He wasn’t afraid of being tormented by the male zerg, only afraid that the male zerg wouldn’t be willing to torment him, wouldn’t be willing to give him pheromones.

This room was not large, and the bed was the size of a normal single-zerg bed. The activity space was very small.

Aix didn’t have many thoughts.

For a female zerg like him who had already thoroughly offended the male zerg, having a decent room and bed was already a great fortune.

The female zerg knelt down on the bed.

Mousse came up behind Aix and clearly saw the two faint scars on the female zerg’s shoulder blades. He paused for a moment, then quickly averted his gaze.

He reached out, his fingertips lightly poking the female zerg’s spine, and said:

“I heard that military females have very strong endurance. Can you maintain this position for a whole night?”

“I can.”

Aix’s tone was firm. He didn’t think this was a difficult task.

He had knelt in the punishment room for three months.

Compared to the hard, cold floor of the punishment room, kneeling on a bed with a soft mattress was far less difficult.

Mousse’s lips curved up, and he continued:

“No matter what I do, you can’t fall down, okay?”

“Please rest assured.”

Aix knew the prince would not let him off easy, but he believed in his ability to endure pain.

However, Aix did not expect that what the male zerg inflicted upon him was a completely different experience from pain.

This was much harder to endure than pain.

The small room was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers and fruitwood—the prince’s pheromones.

The prince was arrogant and vile, but his pheromones were excessively sweet.

It made a zerg think of soft, delicious little cakes, or sweet, fruit-filled soft candies.

Those were exquisite foods that a commoner female zerg born in a chaotic place like the Dark Star Region would find difficult to access.

Even though he had already left the Dark Star Region, joined the military, accumulated military merit, and become a general.

Those exquisite pastries were completely out of tune with a cold, hard female zerg like him.

…

The body, lacking male zerg pheromones, was fully nourished in one night.

The fatigue accumulated over three months in the punishment room surged up.

In the end, Aix couldn’t last until dawn. A moment before dawn, he collapsed onto the soft mattress.

Aix slept very soundly.

Even when Mousse poked his face and swept his face and neck with a lock of hair, he couldn’t wake him up.

A single-zerg bed was a bit crowded for two adult zergs to sleep in.

Mousse entertained himself for a while, but still left the room before Aix woke up.

He found another room with a comfortable large bed to catch up on sleep.

The reason he left was partly that the single-zerg bed was too crowded.

More importantly, the claw that Aix had pierced through his chest after his physiological awakening had left Mousse with psychological trauma.

In case Aix changed his face after waking up and gave him another claw like that, his recovering body couldn’t take it.

It was better to stay far away.

He slept until the afternoon.

Mousse woke up in a daze, rubbing his eyes and sitting up from the bed. His slightly messy platinum-blond hair cascaded down, covering the smooth skin at the crooked collar of his pajamas.

The live broadcast light screen was still floating beside him, visible with a raise of his eyes.

【Scum Gong Value -1】

【Current Scum Gong Value: 79】

“Why did it only decrease by so little?” Mousse was dissatisfied.

He had worked hard all night!

[Nourishing the zerg egg is a long-term task. The egg hasn’t revived yet. It’s good that it decreased by a little.]

[What did the host do last night? The screen was black all night.]

[You’re finally awake. Do you know how we spent this day? First, we watched a black screen all night, then we watched you sleep from morning to afternoon.]

[Although his sleeping face is also very beautiful (weakly).]

[What happened last night? Is the female consort okay? You didn’t abuse him again, did you?]

“How could I? Am I that kind of zerg?”

Mousse recalled the joy of tormenting Aix, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise.

Aix probably really thought he didn’t like female zergs being proactive. Coupled with having to maintain his posture and not fall, he had therefore always suppressed himself, unwilling to give feedback.

But he just liked the way Aix desperately endured and restrained himself, yet found it difficult to control his body’s reactions.

Aix probably still thought he had controlled himself well.

In reality, he had many interesting little reactions.

When he held the female zerg’s waist, the female zerg’s abdominal muscles would quickly contract, with a slight tremor. A touch would make him tremble.

When he rested his head on the female zerg’s shoulder and spoke, the female zerg would subconsciously hold his breath, his eyelashes trembling restlessly.

And many, many more.

Mousse just liked to force him to show his uncontrollable reactions.

He just liked to bully him.

The more miserably and pitifully Aix was bullied, the happier he was.

The cheerful Mousse changed his clothes and came to the dining room.

After a night of torment and sleeping for most of the day, he was a little hungry.

Just as he sat down at the dining table, ready to order, a new task popped up on the light screen.

【Trigger guidance task: Provide the female consort with a pregnancy nutrition meal】

【Please complete the task immediately and lower the scum gong value】

“…A pregnancy nutrition meal?”

Mousse murmured softly.

The virtual menu for ordering at his side immediately changed, listing dozens of nutritious meals suitable for pregnant females, as well as a function for customizing nutritious meals.

Mousse casually ordered a portion, rang a bell to summon the butler, and asked:

“What is Aix doing?”

“After you left, General Aix has remained in your former room and has not left. When the robot zerg went in to clean at noon, the general asked the robot zerg for a portion of ordinary nutrient solution.”

The small room next to the punishment room was Mousse’s former room. He had lived there for several years.

Prince Mousse owned a huge prince’s mansion, but as a cub, he only liked to sleep in the small room in the basement. It gave him a greater sense of security.

“He’s not going to treat that room as his own, is he?”

Mousse muttered to himself and had the butler call Aix for a meal.

“Oh, and send him a few sets of clothes.” He couldn’t just come over wrapped in a bath towel.

Back when he was locked in the punishment room, Aix had lost his terminal and spatial bracelet.

Apart from that set of blood-stained clothes, he had no personal zerg items.

Mousse thought of last night’s events.

Aix had knelt on the ground wearing only a bath towel.

Perhaps the female zerg wasn’t trying to seduce him, but simply had no clean clothes to wear.

Oh, what a pitiful female zerg.

Mousse wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and had no intention of returning the terminal and spatial bracelet to Aix.

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