SGT CH35: He Sacrificially Opened Himself

◎He still wanted to see Aix in pain, but also more than just pain.◎

Aix could never distinguish the truth from the lies in the Prince’s words.

The Prince was so serious with every word he said, every expression and tone telling him that this was the truth.

At least, a part of the truth.

It was just that Aix was unwilling to believe it.

Could it be a mistake?

Perhaps that wasn’t his little male cub.

Although a blond little male cub with a blind left eye was rare, in a place with underdeveloped medical care like the Dark Star Field, it might not be a unique case.

At least Aix had seen many blind or physically disabled female Zerg.

Even for female Zerg with their powerful self-healing abilities, not all had enough energy to restore their bodies, let alone male Zerg.

“That little male cub you mentioned… how did he die?”

Aix asked with a trembling voice.

“Let me think…”

Mousse propped his chin on his hand, pretending to think, his gaze falling on Aix, scanning him from head to toe.

How did he die?

He was abandoned by Aix in the chaotic Dark Star Field.

He suffered a shock, and his second awakening failed.

They reunited years later, with an attack that pierced his chest.

Looking at Aix, who seemed on the verge of complete collapse with just one more push, Mousse found he couldn’t bring himself to say the cruelest part.

Just knowing the truth about the night of his physiological awakening had made Aix, despite his pregnancy, tear out his own heart, looking as if he didn’t want to live.

If he knew about his past, what would Aix do?

Would he go mad?

Would he die?

Since he cared so much now, why did he abandon him back then?

Belated regret was cheaper than grass.

Mousse opened his mouth several times, words full of barbs on the tip of his tongue, but in the end, he couldn’t say them.

He also didn’t want to tear himself open, to cut open the already dark, scabbed-over wounds and show them to Aix.

That would be too ugly.

At least leave him a shred of dignity.

“Died from… a failed awakening.”

Mousse leaned back against the sofa and said slowly:

“You know, a fragile little male cub like that can’t withstand too much hardship.

“The second awakening failed, his level regressed, his mind became unstable, and he quickly weakened completely.

“In the end, he died in a small, dark underground room.”

Hearing the Prince say “failed awakening,” Aix lost all hope.

He had never mentioned to the Prince that the little male cub was in his awakening period.

Yet the Prince could accurately say “failed second awakening.”

A mechanical sound rang out.

“Your Highness, the goods you ordered have arrived.”

Mousse pushed at the female Zerg on his body, whose gaze was ashen, as if he had lost all support, and ordered:

“Go get the things and bring them in.”

Aix seemed to have become an empty shell. It was only when he heard the Prince’s voice that his eyes moved slightly, showing a sliver of life.

He propped himself up, dragged his weak legs to stand, and walked slowly to the door. He took the box from the mechanical Zerg’s tray and returned to the Prince.

As a high-level male Zerg, as long as Mousse didn’t want to immerse himself in it, he could rely on mental suggestion to quickly pull himself out of a bad mood.

He recovered much faster than Aix.

Looking at the female Zerg before him, who seemed to have had his soul sucked out, Mousse had the thought of torturing and getting revenge.

He reached out and pushed the female Zerg on the shoulder.

He easily pushed the completely relaxed and even exhausted female Zerg onto the bed.

Mousse straddled him and opened the box, spreading all kinds of toys and ornaments all over the bed.

“So many. Which one should I use first?”

Mousse picked for a long time and finally picked up the pair of ornaments that matched his eye color.

The merchant had also thoughtfully included a piercing gun.

It was the first time Mousse had seen such a thing, and he played with it curiously in his hand.

It looked like a miniature version of a firearm, and the technology was also very backward. The tip was surprisingly just a regular sharp needle.

It was just that the material was a bit special, able to pierce the flesh of a high-level female Zerg.

And it had to be under the condition that the female Zerg was completely relaxed and had no intention of resisting.

Perhaps using a laser gun directly would be more convenient and less painful.

As long as the beam size was adjusted properly.

This thought only spun in Mousse’s mind for a moment before he abandoned it.

He wanted Aix to feel pain.

He wanted him to experience his inner pain with his body and mind.

Aix had taken a shower beforehand and was only wearing a loose-fitting nightgown.

Mousse casually pulled it, opening the collar, and leaned down to operate.

Throughout the whole process, Aix’s eyes were vacant, and he let him operate without any resistance.

Mousse put on the ornaments for the female Zerg.

Seeing that the female Zerg still looked like an empty shell, he immediately reached out, pinched the ornament on the right side, pulled it, and twisted it clockwise.

The female Zerg let out a muffled grunt, his slightly ashen green eyes looking over, silent and submissive.

The empty shell once again had a soul, although it was only a very small part of a soul.

But it didn’t matter.

Mousse would fuck all those hidden, deathly still souls back to life, forcing them all out.

“Do you like it?” Mousse asked, twisting the ornament.

Aix reacted slowly. His gaze fell on the Prince’s fingers, which were pinching the golden star-stone ornament. After a long while, he spoke in a low voice:

“I like it.”

This was his favorite among all the ordered items.

The emerald green and amber gold color scheme was very much like the Prince’s eyes.

The gold that the Prince was pinching in his hand was actually also very similar to the little male cub’s eye color.

A sharp pain shot through his heart again.

Before Aix could completely sink into his grief, the Prince also began to move, his presence distinct, almost forcing its way into his soul, prying his spirit open along with it.

Of course, the male Zerg wouldn’t care about his grief, nor did he need to.

Or rather, this was the effect the Prince wanted.

Aix let out a short sob, took the initiative to climb onto the Prince, and used all his strength to feel the Prince’s presence.

This was the last male Zerg in this world that he cared about.

The one he loved, the one he owed, the one he wanted to accompany.

At the very least, he should make the Prince feel satisfied.

Mousse’s scalp tingled from the tightness.

At first, he thought that before he forced out all of Aix’s soul, he would have to face a numb, empty shell, which would be very boring.

Unexpectedly, Aix was actively cooperating with him from the very beginning.

Even in extreme grief, even with a heart like dead ashes, even with his soul hidden in the depths.

But when Mousse began to enjoy him, he would still sacrificially open himself up, actively cooperate, and do his best to please.

An Aix like this was so delicious.

A bit like the Aix who had protected him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at the military headquarters, but with an added layer of initiative and cooperation.

Those cool, green eyes were still filled with the grief and self-blame of just having received the “news” of the little male cub’s death.

But when he looked at him, another kind of equally regretful and self-blaming, yet more scorching emotion would flow out.

Too delicious.

His heart, filled with hatred and surging with暴虐 (bàonuè) “tyranny,” was gradually soothed.

He still wanted to see Aix in pain, but also more than just pain.

Mousse pulled Aix up, had him sit up, and leaned in to kiss the female Zerg’s Adam’s apple.

He sighed in admiration: “Aix, delicious.”

Aix suddenly stiffened, his entire being as if petrified.

He had always thought that the Prince kept him by his side only to take revenge on him and torture him.

The fact that he hadn’t brought him too much harm was only because the Prince was kind by nature and easily softened.

That he rested here every night was only because the Prince had just gone through his physiological awakening and had no other female Zerg, so he reluctantly used him while taking his revenge.

Aix himself felt that he was extremely uninteresting.

Just as the Prince had once commented, a cold and hard military female, with no fun to be had.

His methods of pleasing were also extremely low-level.

Even though the Prince had once made him watch videos to learn techniques, when it came to actually using them, he was still very clumsy.

But now, the Prince said he was… delicious.

Aix’s mind went blank, at a loss.

Mousse poked the female Zerg’s tense muscles, then pinched his cheek.

“Why are you so dazed?”

Mousse sighed lightly. “Like this, you’ll be bullied to death by me.”

“It’s okay. You can bully me however you want.”

Aix said eagerly, taking the initiative to offer the ornament he was wearing to Mousse’s hand.

“Pull, twist, or whip. I can take it all.”

“Don’t keep reminding me that I haven’t whipped you yet.”

Mousse twisted the flesh on the female Zerg’s chest.

A reddish finger mark appeared for a moment, then disappeared without a trace under the female Zerg’s extremely strong self-healing ability.

Mousse didn’t like this feeling.

It was as if no matter what he did, it was difficult to leave a deep mark on Aix.

Thinking of something, Mousse opened his spatial bracelet, took out a seal from it, and pressed it forcefully on the female Zerg’s heart.

This was his private seal.

A crest engraved with a blood-red rose, exquisite and beautiful, with his initials in the middle, elegant and noble.

The noble Prince’s private seal, branded on the female Zerg’s full chest, was unexpectedly erotic.

Mousse rubbed it with his hand. There was no sign of the color fading, and he was satisfied.

The ink used for the seal was special. Even with water and various cleaning agents, it would be difficult to wash it off completely.

“It should at least last for ten days to half a month without fading,” Mousse said.

Any longer, and the color would definitely fade.

Aix lowered his eyes to look at the red crest on his heart.

He didn’t know if it was the Prince rubbing that patch of his skin until it was hot, or if it was the meaning represented by being branded with an exclusive mark, but Aix felt the heart under his skin was faintly burning.

Hearing the Prince’s words, he took the initiative to suggest:

“It can be changed to a tattoo. With a special potion, it can be permanently preserved.”

A female Zerg’s self-healing ability was too strong. Without the potion, a tattoo would disappear even faster than the seal.

Only by using a special memory potion to make that area of skin remember the appearance of the tattoo, treating the tattoo as a part of the body, could it be permanently preserved.

After that, even if the chest were torn open again, and the flesh was gouged out, as long as the flesh grew back, the tattoo remembered by the body would also grow back with it.

A great suggestion. Mousse was tempted.

“When this current seal disappears, I will personally tattoo one for you on your heart. What pattern do you want?” Mousse asked.

“Your name,” Aix said in a low voice.

Actually, he thought the current pattern was very good.

A blood-red rose with the Prince’s initials was very much in line with the Prince’s character.

Being branded with this seal was like becoming the Prince’s property, privately owned by the Prince.

He already belonged to the Prince.

“If you are willing, you can tattoo it directly on my heart,” Aix suggested.

It was just that the difficulty might be a bit high. An S-class female Zerg’s self-healing ability was too strong.

And it was such a vital area as the heart. It might heal before the tattoo was even finished, along with the opened chest.

But it was fine. He was very good at enduring pain and could withstand having his chest torn open again and again for re-engraving.

Mousse listened, dumbfounded.

Leaving a name on the heart was a very tempting suggestion, but it was better not to.

He couldn’t stand that kind of scene.

And… it would be too painful.

“You really are…”

Mousse sighed softly in his heart.

He had merely stamped a seal, and Aix had taken the initiative to suggest a tattoo.

Simply tattooing on the skin of his heart was not enough; he even wanted to tattoo it on the heart itself.

“So incapable of protecting yourself, you’ll be played to death by me sooner or later,” Mousse said in a low voice.

But looking at Aix’s sacrificial attitude, it was more likely that Aix would take the initiative to play himself to death and then offer himself to him.

That wouldn’t do. He wanted Aix to live forever, to be hurt and played with by him for his entire life. He couldn’t let Aix play himself to death first.

In the future, he would have to pay more attention, lest Aix, in his effort to please him, went too far.

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After a night of chaotic entanglement, Aix went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Standing in front of the mirror, Aix did not move for a long time.

The Prince was the most intense color in the world, able to easily occupy his mind and steal his attention.

But when the Prince was not within his line of sight, his world seemed to turn into a bland grayscale again.

Many chaotic voices echoed in his mind.

“He’s dead.”

“Died from a failed awakening.”

“…level regressed, mind became unstable… finally died in a small, dark underground room.”

A small, dark underground room…

Aix looked up at the small washroom.

Finally, his gaze fell on the tube of fruit-milk-flavored cub toothpaste on the sink.

His brain suddenly felt dizzy for a moment.

The face in the mirror, which already had little color, turned completely white.

The Prince knew the details of the little male cub’s affairs extremely well, as if he had truly lived and communicated with such a little male cub…

Second awakening, a small underground room…

A little male cub who had once lived in this room and left for unknown reasons…

Many spaces in the room were divided into two parts: a half-empty wardrobe, a half-unused desk… as if waiting for another Zerg to move in…

And… the sewing kit in the bottom drawer of the bedside table… that was his habit…

All the things that had once puzzled him seemed to be strung together by a thread.

At the other end of the thread stood the little male cub he had been searching for for many years.

Aix could barely stand.

He thought of the spider plushie on the sofa.

On the toy promotional brochure that the little male cub had picked up, there had been a picture of such a plushie.

The little male cub had liked it a lot, it was just that such plushies were not sold in the Dark Star Field.

The little male cub was so sensible it made one’s heart ache. Even though he really wanted that plushie, he had never mentioned it to him.

He had only silently even cut out that page from the promotional brochure and stuck it by his bed.

He had secretly fumbled to learn how to sew plush toys.

He was preparing to make one to give the little male cub a surprise.

The plushie was already half-finished before the little male cub’s second awakening.

But everything was annihilated in the cannon fire.

His little male cub, the family Zerg he cared about most, although he had survived the cannon fire, had not been able to live…

Aix’s brain went dizzy, his vision turned black, his body swayed, and he had to support himself on the mirror to barely stay upright, preventing himself from falling to the ground.

“What’s taking so long? Did you drown yourself taking a shower?”

Mousse pushed the door open and entered.

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Author’s Note:

The feedback in the comment section for these few chapters has not been very good. Many readers feel that the plot rhythm is too slow and want to resolve the misunderstanding quickly.
But how should I put it… I think different stages have different ways of being enjoyed.

The sweet sweetness after the misunderstanding is resolved is delicious;
But X at the beginning, enduring pain, struggling to fall, and little cake, who was single-mindedly torturing and getting revenge, deriving pleasure from X’s pain, are also delicious;
Now X, filled with regret and self-blame, sacrificially pleasing the Prince, and little cake, who still wants X to be in pain but is gradually softening, are also delicious;
Later, when the identity is revealed, the misunderstanding is completely cleared up, and X, who knows he has hurt the little male cub he cares about most and is even carrying a Zerg egg for the male cub he considered his own cub, will of course also be very fragrant;
Let’s take it step by step.

I wrote this story because I like this type of genre. I like every step of the process, but I couldn’t find any food, so I came to produce my own food in the wilderness of famine.

This text is purely about the relationship, with almost no plot. Even if there is, it serves the relationship between the two.

The rhythm is actually not that slow. Every chapter has new discoveries and progress, and the feelings of the gong and shou are also changing step by step.

Everyone feels it’s slow, one, because they want to resolve the misunderstanding immediately upon seeing it, and two, because my updates may be a bit infrequent.
I will try to update more in the future.
Everyone, please also enjoy the process. The process of the misunderstanding is actually also very delicious.

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