SGT CH34: Killed By Your Own Hand

◎In his weakest, most helpless moment, when he needed him most, he abandoned him.◎

The most important festival on White Night Star—the Double Moon Festival—was approaching.

Mousse’s workload also began to increase.

After waking up and a simple wash, he began to handle official business online while eating.

The audience in the live broadcast room was no longer surprised by the sight of virtual screens filling the surrounding area.

They just occasionally marveled at the convenience of mental power.

And, how handsome a beautiful male Zerg looked while managing the world.

A virtual screen representing a private Zerg message popped up.

Because the Zerg who sent the message was the Marshal, the part of his mental power responsible for screening and categorizing immediately made a judgment, moving that virtual screen in front of Mousse himself.

Mousse was drinking fruit milk juice, a straw in his mouth, as he raised his eyes to look.

“Am I your female father or not.”

?

That was a very strange question.

Mousse was puzzled, but still raised his hand to type on the virtual light screen, personally replying.

“Of course you are~ (applying_for_cuddles.jpg)”

Marshal Shi’an: “You’re already grown up. You can’t act spoiled like this anymore.”

Although he said that, the old-fashioned Marshal, who never used emojis in his chats, still went online to search for a sticker of cuddling with a little Zerg cub and sent it over. It was even an animated one.

Mousse looked at the cute animated emoji that was sent over and could imagine his female father searching for emojis with a serious face.

It was just that Mousse didn’t expect his female father’s strange questions were not over yet.

“Are you my Zerg cub, my firstborn, mine.”

Although it was a question, he didn’t even bother to use a question mark, making the interrogative sentence have the effect of a declarative one.

Of course, this was never in doubt to begin with.

“Of course I am your Zerg cub, your firstborn.

“Could it be that Muli’an kid is still dreaming of being the older brother? I’ll go teach him a lesson right now, let him understand what it means to respect his older brother.”

“It has nothing to do with your royal brother.”

Marshal Shi’an was not the type to gossip about other Zerg behind their backs, so he didn’t mention Aix’s absurd words from today.

He only said to Mousse:

“If another Zerg wants to be your female father…”

Mousse’s face immediately darkened, and he said:

“I’ll send him to the sky and let him fly high with pleasure (evil.jpg) (super_fierce.jpg)”

Let him turn into a splendid firework.

Although Marshal Shi’an, who was not up with the latest trends, did not understand the meaning of these words, he could guess the cub’s mood from the emojis that followed.

He immediately soothed: “It’s not that serious. Just talk it out properly. We are all one family Zerg.”

Who and who is one family Zerg?

Mousse frowned, and at the same time, felt a little worried.

His male father wasn’t really going to marry another female Zerg, was he?

Impossible. With his male father’s ultimate workaholic nature…

If mental tentacles couldn’t create Zerg, he would probably even have his mental tentacles handle the great harmony of life for him.

Where would he find the time to deal with another female Zerg?

Mousse wanted to ask for more details, but the Marshal had already left on the grounds of attending a military conference.

Mousse had no choice but to have his subordinate Zerg investigate.

The result of the investigation was that everything was as usual around the Zerg Emperor, and there was no change on his female father’s side either. He had just held a routine military conference and had met with Aix alone after the meeting.

What on earth had made his female father feel that his position was threatened by a Zerg?

He couldn’t figure it out.

Putting the question aside for the time being, Mousse continued to handle official business, preparing to ask Aix about it when he returned.

·

Relying on the super efficiency of his S-class mental power, Mousse finished his work early and had the attendants prepare dinner ahead of schedule.

And he instructed the butler that if the female consort returned, he should be sent directly to the dining room.

When Aix arrived, Mousse was already sitting at the dining table.

Aix’s expression changed slightly, but when the Prince looked over, he still took the initiative to walk over.

Stopping by the Prince’s side, he bowed and said:

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, I’ve returned late.”

As he spoke, there was a trace of unnaturalness in his expression.

Mousse gave him a puzzled look, then looked down at the time on his terminal.

He wasn’t late. It was he who had moved dinner up.

Then, remembering something, Mousse’s eyes widened slightly, and he turned to look at Aix.

He had said a long time ago that if Aix didn’t return before dinner, he would make him wear a little toy to the military headquarters to constantly remind him.

After that day, Aix came back early every day, and Mousse had forgotten about it.

Now, seeing Aix’s tense and unnatural appearance, Mousse’s interest was rekindled.

Whether he wore the toy or not was not important. What was important was playing with Aix, making him show various expressions of embarrassment, forbearance, and even collapse. It was really interesting.

Mousse pressed his lips together, not letting himself show too obvious of a smile.

“Sit. Let’s eat first. As for the toys… we’ll pick them out carefully tonight.”

“Yes.” Aix obediently replied and sat down in the seat to Mousse’s lower right.

Mousse raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The position directly opposite the main seat was the one belonging to the female consort.

In the past, perhaps Aix was avoiding him, or perhaps he was habitually following the rules, but he always sat properly at the opposite end of the long table for meals.

Why was he sitting next to him today?

“Do you know whose position this is?” Mousse asked.

Aix shook his head.

He didn’t know much about the rules of the nobility. He only knew that the two ends of the long table belonged to the Male Master and the female consort respectively.

“This is the position of the male Zerg’s most favored female attendant.”

Mousse explained for him, watching his reaction with great interest.

Hearing the words “most favored,” Aix was filled with shame, restless in his seat, and immediately wanted to get up from the chair.

Mousse lifted his foot and stepped on him under the table.

Aix immediately froze, his body stiff.

Mousse moved his foot casually, grinding it gently, while a slight smile played on his lips.

“The Zerg sitting in this position is also responsible for serving the Male Master during the meal to ensure the Male Master has a pleasant dining experience.”

Hearing his words, Aix was not as restless as before. He even took the initiative to part his knees.

Mousse was always shocked by Aix in many ways.

He raised his eyes to look at the attendants standing by.

All the attendants had their heads bowed, staring at the tips of their shoes, as if trying to see a flower in the uniformly styled shoes.

The Prince did not release his pheromones, so it would not have a physical effect on the attendants.

Psychologically, there definitely was.

Right now… they were especially envious of the Lieutenant General.

Mousse used his mental power to distort the information received by the attendants and made them forget everything afterward.

Then he turned his head to look at Aix.

Aix’s ears were bright red, his head buried even lower than the attendants’, as if trying to bury his face in his own pectoral muscles.

He was clearly extremely shy, yet he had actively opened himself up, letting him bully him.

“Why are you being so obedient?” Mousse couldn’t help but ask.

An overly submissive female Zerg would be bullied to death.

Aix endured the psychological and physical shame and answered seriously:

“I belong to you. I should serve you well and bring you pleasure.”

“Can you do something more excessive?”

Mousse suggestively poked the pheromone-soaked fabric with the tip of his shoe.

Aix struggled to hold onto the dining table to steady himself, trying to calm his breathing, and said hoarsely:

“I can. As long as it’s you, anything is fine.”

In the end, Mousse did not go any further.

There were still attendants nearby. Even if Aix was willing to abandon everything to satisfy him, Mousse didn’t want to really put him in such a miserable state.

“Don’t forget to eat.”

Mousse tapped the table lightly with his fingers and said:

“I won’t wait for you. If you haven’t finished after I’m done, your dinner is gone.”

Aix had no choice but to start eating while trying to suppress his reactions.

Mousse enjoyed watching Aix’s reactions and had a very pleasant dinner.

·

After dinner, they returned to the room.

Aix first went into the bathroom to wash up.

Mousse sat on the sofa, opened his terminal, and browsed a shopping website for little toys.

When Aix came out of the bathroom, there were already more than a dozen items in the shopping cart.

Glancing at the bright red numbers displayed on the virtual screen, Aix looked away as if burned.

Mousse wouldn’t let him hide.

He pulled the female Zerg over, made him lie on his lap, moved the virtual screen in front of the female Zerg, and asked:

“Are there any styles you like? Or what color do you like, white or pink, or perhaps a light gold?”

“I’ll… I’ll listen to Your Highness.”

Aix only glanced at it and didn’t dare to look again.

He couldn’t imagine himself wearing such a thing to the military headquarters, being made a mess of by the program set by the Prince in front of his adjutant and subordinates.

What’s more, a military female’s five senses were extremely keen. Any slight vibration would not escape their perception.

Aix stared at the Prince’s long, beautiful fingers, trying to find a trace of psychological support.

“I still suggest you pick it yourself. If you let me choose… I’ll make you try them all.”

Mousse’s fingers caressed Aix’s face, reminding him to look up.

Aix could only raise his eyes to look and choose from the page the Prince had opened.

A moment later, he chose a pair of different-colored ornaments.

The left side was emerald green, the right side amber gold.

It just so happened to match the Prince’s eye colors.

Mousse looked at it and was also quite satisfied.

“You do know how to pick. You’ll wear this tomorrow. You’ll also need to get a piercing…”

Piercing a female Zerg was not difficult.

The difficulty was that once there was nothing plugging it, it would heal immediately.

Either permanent or one-time use.

A one-time use was fine.

Mousse also didn’t want something always pierced through, as it would be uncomfortable in his mouth and affect his enjoyment of the female Zerg’s juices.

Mousse had Aix pick some other types, and finally placed the order with one click.

It was expected to be delivered to the Prince’s mansion in half an hour.

Mousse contentedly patted the head of the female Zerg lying on his lap, scrolling through the news while waiting for the delivery.

Seeing that the Prince was in a good mood, Aix hesitated and said:

“Your Highness, there is something… I think… perhaps I should tell you.”

“What?”

Since he was idle anyway, Mousse was willing to listen to Aix talk.

“I used to have a… cub,” Aix said, carefully observing the Prince’s expression.

When he mentioned the word “cub,” the color of the Prince’s eyes darkened for a moment, and the smile on his face clearly faded.

Aix paused, not knowing whether he should continue.

“So?” Mousse asked in a low voice, his eyes slightly lowered.

The Prince did not question him about why he had a cub out there, nor did he punish him in a rage.

He just asked in a low voice, “So?”

It was as if, compared to why he had a cub in the past, the Prince was more concerned about the reason he was bringing up the cub now.

Aix looked up at the Prince.

The light from above cast a shadow under the Prince’s eyes, obscuring all the brightness.

The hand that had been stroking his hair slid down to his neck, slowly caressing it.

The Prince was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Nor was he not angry.

Even though he was prepared to face the Prince’s wrath, Aix still panicked.

He was not afraid of the Prince punishing him, but afraid of the Prince abandoning him.

But he could not hide this matter from the Prince.

One was his former male cub, the other was his current beloved and Male Master.

The two most important male Zerg in his life.

He could not let go of either one.

“He was a Zerg cub I adopted when I was in the Dark Star Field.”

Aix nervously clutched the corner of the Prince’s clothes and said in a low voice:

“Fourteen years ago, the Zerg Imperial army invaded the Dark Star Field. The Dark Star Field fell into chaos, and I lost track of him…”

A lie.

Mousse said in his heart.

His gaze was icy cold.

Long before the Imperial army entered the Dark Star Field, Aix had abandoned him.

He was at the critical point of his second awakening at that time, running a high fever, his whole body in pain, his consciousness unclear.

Aix took all the money and his weapons and left.

He boarded that spaceship, which the alien races called the “Ark,” alone.

That was the only large spaceship that could lead them away from the Dark Star Field before the Zerg army arrived.

The tickets were said to be quite expensive.

He had even risked exposing himself to tell Aix there would be no danger, and even said he could protect him.

Aix still abandoned him when he was at his weakest, most helpless, and most in need of him.

A lie.

A liar.

“It’s been fourteen years. What’s the use of bringing this up now,” Mousse said coldly.

Aix pursed his lips. Of course, he knew it was already too late.

From the moment he chose to leave the little male cub in the safe house and set out alone, it was all too late.

“I want to find him… I must find him.”

Aix’s tone became firm.

To see the Zerg if he was alive, to see the corpse if he was dead.

This was the obsession of his life.

“His body is very weak, his left eye is injured and blind, he can’t see anything, and in such a chaotic place, if he’s alive, he must be having a very hard life…”

“Your Highness, you are the lord of White Night Star. Do you know of such a little male cub?

“He has a head of soft, short golden hair, the ends slightly curled. His injured left eye is silver-gray, and his right eye is golden, just…”

Aix paused, looked at the Prince’s beautiful, jewel-like eyes, and said slowly:

“…just like you.”

The little male cub and the Prince both had golden right eyes.

But the little male cub’s injured left eye was a dull, lifeless silver-gray.

The Prince’s left eye was a bright, translucent emerald green.

One gold, one silver.

One gold, one green.

The little male cub gave Zerg a feeling of simple elegance and cuteness.

The Prince, on the other hand, was an extremely bright and flamboyant beauty.

“I know.”

The corners of Mousse’s mouth lifted, but there was no smile in his eyes. “Of course I know.”

“You… know?!”

Aix’s eyes widened in astonishment.

He had only wanted to tell the Prince about the little male cub.

Asking the Prince if he knew of the little male cub’s existence only contained a sliver of hope. He didn’t think he would actually get an affirmative answer.

Over the years, he had received too many disappointments.

The Prince’s answer was completely beyond Aix’s expectations.

At first, Aix didn’t even react.

Intense disbelief and surprise almost overwhelmed him.

He forgot everything else, leaned forward, and grabbed the Prince’s arm with a trembling hand.

His gaze was burning, looking at the Prince with both expectation and pleading.

“Please tell me, where is he now, is he doing well, is he…”

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” Mousse said.

Under Aix’s expectant gaze, he enunciated each word clearly, each word chillingly cold.

“He’s dead.”

Killed by your own hand.

Mousse watched Aix indifferently.

Watched the joy freeze on his face.

Watched his eyes dart around in panic, trying to find another possibility.

“Your Highness is joking… right?”

Aix looked at Mousse nervously.

Like a Zerg about to fall completely into a dark abyss, looking up at the last glimmer of light.

Mousse smiled maliciously and said:

“Guess.”

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