SGT CH30: He Had Violated the Prince

◎It was he who had personally hurt the heart that held some affection for him.◎

Mousse pushed Aix into the starship.

He walked to the sofa without a word and turned on the projection equipment.

After a few operations on his terminal, he projected a recording that he hadn’t had time to destroy yet.

“You watch carefully, and see just who forcibly took whom.”

Mousse pushed Aix in front of the sofa, forcing him to sit in the very center.

As soon as the Prince said he was “twisting black and white” and wanted him to see who had forcibly taken whom, Aix had a bad feeling.

As the projection started, that feeling reached its peak.

A look of panic and unease, rare for him, appeared on his face. He turned to look at the Prince, but the Prince, standing behind the sofa, cupped his head and held it steady, forcing him to look forward.

The video had begun to play.

The starship door opened, and a Prince with blond hair, different-colored eyes, and a more youthful appearance appeared on screen.

The young Prince paused at the door, looked back, and urged something in a low voice.

Anyone could see the displeasure on his face.

Then, a military female in an obviously wrong state appeared in the frame.

His face was flushed, his body swayed, the outer jacket of his military uniform had been torn open, and his collar was in disarray.

When he lifted his head, his pair of green eyes were tinged with red.

That was Aix himself.

The Prince, as if annoyed by how slowly he was walking, gave him a push from behind as he reached the starship door, shoving him inside.

The Prince himself followed, quickly glancing back as if to confirm no one was following, then closed the hatch.

Watching the scene in the video, Aix’s lips turned white, his face a ghastly color.

He had anticipated many terrible developments, but he had never expected that he himself… had voluntarily followed the Prince into the starship.

The projection continued to play.

Aix had reached his limit. His consciousness was hazy, and he could barely control his body.

Pushed by the Prince, he stumbled and knelt on the ground.

He barely supported his body with his arms, preventing himself from collapsing completely.

Seeing him like this, the young Prince took a step forward, reaching out as if to pull him up, but then recoiled his hand and stepped back just as he was about to touch him.

The male Zerg stood to the side with his arms crossed, both angry and annoyed, looking at the female Zerg on the ground as if he wanted to strangle him.

“And you call yourself a former hunter? You fell for such a childish, underhanded trick?”

Aix’s past was not a secret.

Whether it was that he came from the Dark Star Field or that he had been a hunter.

Anyone who put in the effort to check could find out.

Those were not his secrets.

The little male cub he had once carefully protected was his secret.

And that secret, along with his underground safe house, had been annihilated in the cannon fire.

Even so, Aix was still a little surprised that the Prince knew he had been an assassin.

The Aix in the video had already lost his clarity and could not answer the Prince’s questioning.

The Aix in reality could explain, but the Prince would probably not be willing to listen.

In the past, the technology in the Dark Star Field was backward, and the female Zerg there trusted more in the power of their own bodies.

Even their weapons were very basic, designed to be used with their own formidable strength.

After joining the Zerg Empire and entering the military, he did come into contact with cutting-edge technology, but it was all in the realm of military combat.

As for injecting a drug into an unopened bottle of wine, a trick that Zerg who frequented places of vice and pleasure were more or less familiar with, it was a blind spot in Aix’s knowledge.

More importantly, he had underestimated that male Zerg’s malice, and also underestimated his audacity.

To dare to use such a despicable method at the Second Prince’s banquet.

Having learned his lesson, Aix was not shy about assuming the worst of male Zerg.

But at that time, he had also mistaken the kindness extended by the Prince for malice.

In the recording, the Prince, after a round of sarcasm, received no response from the panting female Zerg on the floor and became even more sullen.

He also lost interest in communicating.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, turned on his terminal, activated the starship’s autopilot, and set a destination.

When setting the destination, the Prince clearly hesitated for a moment before finally settling on the Prince’s mansion.

While the Prince was doing this, Aix noticed that his self in the video had started to move, approaching the Prince on the sofa as if searching for something.

No, no!

The Aix outside the video was terrified in his heart, wanting to stop his self in the recording.

But he could do nothing.

That was the past that had already happened.

Fortunately, that version of him did not do anything too out of line. He just got close to the Prince and rested his head on the Prince’s boot.

No, that was already very out of line.

The Aix in reality was made restless by that scene.

The Prince in the recording was clearly startled as well.

He subconsciously moved his foot away.

And the black-haired female Zerg on the floor sought him out again.

The eyes that looked up carried a trance-like quality, as if in reminiscence.

When he couldn’t find the male Zerg, a look of panic even appeared on his face.

He only calmed down after finding the male Zerg.

When the female Zerg pressed against his boot again, the Prince sitting on the sofa stiffened.

Seeing that the female Zerg made no further movements, just pressing against him, he gradually relaxed.

He stared at the female Zerg on the floor with a complicated gaze.

Next, the video footage entered a strange state of stillness.

The female Zerg lay under the sofa, his head pressed against the male Zerg’s boot, occasionally tugging at his collar, struggling in the sea of desire from the forced heat, unable to find a way out.

But he never did anything truly out of line to the male Zerg who was right there.

And the male Zerg sat stiffly on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the map on the virtual screen.

Occasionally, a sniffing-like action would appear.

His gaze would instinctively follow the scent, looking down at the female Zerg on the floor.

Then, as if burned, he would abruptly withdraw his gaze.

Underage male Zerg were not sensitive to female Zerg pheromones and had no particular thoughts about a female Zerg in heat.

And the male Zerg did not actively release pheromones, so the female Zerg, lost in the sea of desire, did not pick up a signal.

This was actually very strange. He clearly hadn’t captured a pheromone signal, yet he instinctively approached the male Zerg.

And only approached.

Whatever the reason, the two Zerg in the same space were, for the most part, getting along peacefully.

But as time went on, this calm, almost stalemate-like picture was broken.

The male Zerg began to grow restless, pulling his clothes tighter, trying to wrap himself up.

The female Zerg on the floor also seemed to smell something and began to move up from the male Zerg’s boots.

The male Zerg was frightened by the female Zerg’s movements and kicked his legs wildly, trying to push the female Zerg away.

In the struggle, a certain scent seemed to grow stronger.

With the male Zerg’s strength, he simply could not break free from an S-class military female.

Even a military female who was in a forced heat and whose body could barely muster much strength.

The male Zerg was so scared he almost jumped onto the sofa, but was easily pulled back by the female Zerg.

“I’ve already contacted a doctor, we’re almost at the Prince’s mansion. Can’t you just bear it a little longer?”

The male Zerg, just entering his physiological awakening, could not understand the reaction of a female Zerg in heat and hoped the other could calm down with reason.

When the female Zerg climbed up to his neck, the male Zerg completely erupted in anger.

“Aix! What are you doing? Do you know who I am!”

The female Zerg’s dazed, unfocused gaze sharpened for a moment, landing on the male Zerg’s face.

He opened his eyes and slowly moved closer, as if wanting to see more clearly.

Then, he affectionately pressed his face against the male Zerg’s cheek, deeply inhaling the pheromones from the male Zerg’s long golden hair.

The male Zerg completely froze. His hands, which had been on the female Zerg’s shoulders, wanting to push him away, also paused.

As if feeling that the pheromones on the surface of his body were not enough, the female Zerg instinctively sought out more concentrated pheromones.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the male Zerg’s lips, which were slightly parted in shock.

The video was paused.

Mousse came around from behind the sofa to stand in front of Aix.

Leaning down to look at the pale-faced, slightly trembling female Zerg, Mousse said coldly:

“Just watching, I’m afraid Lieutenant General Aix won’t be able to deeply comprehend, will he? Why don’t I help you replicate it, let you personally experience everything from that night one more time.”

As he spoke, Mousse sent his mental threads into Aix’s brain.

Aix seemed to understand what he was about to do. His eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at him with terror and pleading, his lips trembling.

“No…”

“Don’t refuse me.”

Mousse easily invaded Aix’s tattered mental domain and issued a mental command.

Aix opened his mouth but could not say a word.

“I don’t have that illegal drug anymore, so I’ll just substitute it with pheromones. For you, the effect is about the same anyway.”

As Mousse spoke, he actively released his pheromones.

Mousse had always been indifferent to pheromones. He disliked other Zerg’s pheromones and would not release his own.

Even when giving Aix pheromones, he had never used the method of stimulating his pheromone glands to release them.

Instead, he used the more troublesome, but more easily absorbed by the female Zerg, method of pheromone irrigation.

Except for the spontaneous release on the night of his physiological awakening.

This was the first time he had released pheromones in this manner.

The excessive amount of male Zerg pheromones made Aix’s face change color instantly.

His originally pale face flushed red.

“Please replicate the actions as well.”

Under Mousse’s mental command, Aix irresistibly rose from the sofa.

Mousse glanced at the dark spot on the sofa. “How did you get the sofa dirty so quickly?”

He avoided that spot and sat down.

And the female Zerg, under his command, covered his body, lowered his head, and pressed close to his lips, just like in the video.

“It’s starting.”

Mousse said, relying on a male Zerg’s excellent memory to recall his mood and expression at the time, and perfectly reenacted it.

His hand rested on the female Zerg’s shoulder, his expression both shy and angry, his eyes, spewing fury, glared at Aix.

“Do you know who I am?!”

A single sentence, both the Prince’s questioning of the female Zerg back then.

And Mousse’s questioning of Aix now.

The Prince back then only received a kiss from the dazed female Zerg.

But now, Mousse, controlling Aix’s body with mental commands, under Aix’s guilty and pleading gaze, made him lean down, embrace, and kiss him passionately.

It wasn’t that Aix couldn’t break free from the Prince’s mental control.

If he resisted strongly, he could break free.

But that would hurt the Prince.

The paused recording started playing again.

Except for the different formal suits they were wearing, the scenes inside and outside the video were identical, synchronized.

“You see clearly who I am.”

The Prince glared at the female Zerg who had almost bitten his lip.

“Are you that desperate?”

Mousse questioned with a pout while manipulating Aix to tear away the obstructing clothes.

“No matter how you try to please me, I will not forgive you.”

The Prince squinted his eyes comfortably as he was being serviced, his hands on the female Zerg’s chest, pushing with a force that could not possibly move the female Zerg.

The battlefield of the two Zerg also moved from the sofa all the way to the lounge.

Because the pampered male Zerg found the sofa too hard.

And the female Zerg, who seemed to have lost all reason, after hearing this complaint, actually picked up the male Zerg and sought a softer love nest for him.

A night of chaos and entanglement.

When Aix woke up from his sleep.

The mental control from the Prince in his mind had been lifted.

Perhaps nourished by the Prince’s mental power, his constantly heavy and suppressed mental domain seemed to have lightened a little.

But Aix’s mood could not relax.

The truth of that night was actually like this.

The one who drugged him was not the Prince, and the one who forcibly took a Zerg was even less the Prince.

On the contrary, it was he who had forcibly taken the Prince.

When he found out who the culprit behind the drugging was, Aix had been thinking of the Prince in a better light.

He had only thought that the Prince had taken him away to prevent him from making a fool of himself at the Second Prince’s banquet.

And then he had happened to run into his physiological awakening, and there happened to be an S-class female Zerg in heat by his side, so he used him.

But, the Prince was even better than the best version he could imagine.

It wasn’t a matter of just happening to run into his physiological awakening and using him at all.

The Prince’s appearance in the recording was more like… his forced heat, his pheromones, had triggered the Prince’s physiological awakening.

While the Prince was still rational, pushing him away, hoping he would regain his clarity, he… had violated the Prince.

Aix’s lips were tightly pressed, his emotions churning in his heart.

If the Prince’s physiological awakening could be triggered by his pheromones, did that mean the Prince once had… even if it was just a sliver of affection for him.

But he had ruined everything.

It was he who had violated and forcibly taken the Prince, and even after the Prince had just completed his physiological awakening… pierced the Prince’s chest, severely injuring him.

It was he who had personally hurt the heart that originally held a little affection for him.

Aix stiffly lowered his head and looked at the Prince curled up in his arms.

The Prince’s brows were lightly furrowed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he were sleeping restlessly.

Aix slowly reached out his hand, wanting to smooth the Prince’s troubled brow.

But the Prince suddenly opened his eyes, his pair of different-colored eyes looking straight at the hand reaching for him.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Mousse asked sadly, his eyes open.

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