SGT CH41: Proactively Love Him

◎His Sisi, his treasure, was right in his arms◎

The incident of Patriarch Russell getting drunk at the palace during the Prince’s coming-of-age ceremony caught the attention of the Zerg Emperor.

A further investigation uncovered more of the story.

It even involved the plane crash of Patriarch Russell’s youngest son.

The Prince had done a clean job, leaving no traces.

But the involvement of forbidden drugs and the Prince’s own consort was a clear enough pointer.

What’s more, the Zerg Emperor knew the Prince’s temperament well enough.

The Zerg Emperor didn’t care about the life or death of such social scum, but he disapproved of the methods the Prince had used.

There were many ways to bring a criminal to justice, yet the Prince chose the most extreme one.

This was not how the heir to the nation should act.

Those years in the Dark Star Field had, after all, left an indelible mark on the Prince.

Fortunately, there was still time.

High-ranking Zergs have long lifespans, and the Zerg Emperor could remain on the throne for at least another seven or eight hundred years, which was more than enough time to steer the Prince back onto the right path.

Mousse’s trip to the palace not only resulted in a pile of troublesome work but also cost him the key ingredients for fireworks.

He was also admonished not to play dangerous games like setting off fireworks and firecrackers.

Mousse was not happy.

However, the Zerg Emperor had entrusted the procuratorate to him, bestowing upon him the power of the “Eye of the Empire.”

It was equivalent to personally handing him a knife and teaching him how to punish criminals in a legal and compliant manner.

He could invite Patriarch Russell for tea on Monday, have the Patriarch’s consort and concubines come in to assist the investigation on Tuesday, invite the Russell family’s heirs over on Wednesday, send all the guilty members of the Russell family to the tribunal on Thursday, and watch Patriarch Russell be escorted to the military district for labor reform on Friday.

On Saturday and Sunday, he would go home and hug his consort.

He was no workaholic; working overtime was impossible.

Leaving work on time was his greatest concession.

Coming out of the Zerg Emperor’s study, the terminal on his wrist lit up. It was a message from Aix.

Mousse opened it and took a look, his eyes brightening as he quickened his pace.

Walking out of the palace, he immediately saw the flyer parked outside, and beside it, Aix in his military uniform.

Looking at the black-haired female Zerg approaching him, a smile bloomed in Mousse’s eyes.

It was truly different now.

The Aix who had initially submitted to him for the sake of the Zerg egg would only silently endure everything he was given.

Later, after the misunderstanding was cleared up, the guilt-ridden Aix would cooperate and cater to him, but he stopped there, never daring to cross the line.

Only his Aix-gege would come to pick him up proactively, without him having to say anything.

To proactively love him.

…

White Night Star had an internal military review today, so Aix was wearing a formal officer’s dress uniform, his chest covered in medals of honor and adorned with a golden sash. He looked extremely handsome.

“You came to get me without even changing?”

Mousse wore a demure smile, his finger hooking the golden belt at Aix’s waist, unable to put it down.

When Aix left the military headquarters and learned that the Prince had entered the palace, he had come directly to wait, not paying any mind to his clothes.

Besides… the Prince seemed to really like him in a military uniform.

“I thought you would like this attire.”

Aix’s gaze fell on the Prince’s fair, slender fingers.

The Prince had only hooked his belt, yet it seemed to have hooked away his entire soul.

Mousse did indeed like it very much, but he didn’t say so.

Mousse pulled Aix into the flyer.

He had the female Zerg sit on the sofa while he pressed close, trying his best to avoid the numerous medals as he rested his head on Aix’s chest.

Aix took a short, sharp breath.

Mousse noticed and looked up in confusion, “Did I poke you?”

But he had been careful to avoid all the medals.

However, he did feel something hard.

Mousse’s gaze fell on Aix’s chest. He remembered something, and his expression changed slightly.

He looked up at Aix, nervous and guilty, and asked in a small voice:

“That… you’re still wearing it? You didn’t take it off?”

Aix looked away in embarrassment and let out a low “Mmm.”

The Prince had put it on him, so of course, he wouldn’t take it off himself in private.

Mousse bit his lip in regret, at a loss.

He had actually made Aix wear that kind of thing to the military headquarters.

And today there was a routine military review, where Aix needed to dress formally and speak before the hundreds of thousands of female Zergs of White Night Star, watched by so many eyes…

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

No, back then, he had meant it.

He had deliberately hurt Aix, deliberately made him suffer and feel ashamed.

It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time, but thinking back now, he realized how detestable his actions had been.

“I’m sorry… I’ll take them off now. I’ll never do this again, please don’t hate me…”

Mousse reached for the buttons on the uniform.

Aix wanted to say that he had never hated the Prince.

But the Prince’s hand was already unbuttoning his uniform.

Last night in the underground bedroom was one thing; after all, that was a place where he and the Prince were familiar and intimate, and the familiar environment would deceive his senses to some extent.

But in the spacious and bright flyer…

Aix remembered the images from the recording.

It was in a flyer, on a sofa, where he had desecrated and defiled his little male.

Aix sat on pins and needles, overcome with shame.

In just that short time, the Prince had already unfastened two layers of his clothing.

His uniform was wide open, revealing his muscles, and the Prince’s hand touched the ornaments on his chest.

Aix snapped out of his daze and suddenly grabbed the Prince’s hand, stopping his further actions.

“Your Highness!”

His voice was hurried, tinged with panic.

Mousse was confused, “I just want to take it off.”

“No, you don’t have to.”

Aix’s ear tips burned red. Not daring to look into the Prince’s eyes, his gaze fell on the emerald clasp of the Prince’s collar, his voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum:

“This doesn’t count as harm, I don’t dislike it…”

Don’t dislike it?

Mousse was astonished.

“You don’t dislike this, or you don’t dislike me?”

Mousse asked.

“I don’t dislike this.”

Mousse felt a second of disappointment, then heard Aix continue: “And I like you very much.”

“??!!”

Mousse’s eyes widened. “Really?!”

He wanted to pounce on him, but he felt it wasn’t demure enough and would scare Aix. He just wrung his fingers in front of him, half in disbelief, half in anticipation, and pressed on:

“I’m so bad, and you still… like me?”

Aix couldn’t understand why the Prince thought he was “bad.”

“You are very, very good…”

So good that he didn’t know how to describe it in words.

There would never be a better Zerg in the world than the Prince.

“Where am I good?”

Mousse was equally confused. Given that he had caused Aix such deep harm without Aix ever abandoning him, how could Aix still think he was good?

It wasn’t because they were forcibly matched, had established a marital relationship, and could no longer get rid of him.

Nor was it because the Zerg egg needed his pheromones and couldn’t leave him, so he just had to make do.

But because he felt he was good, he liked him.

This realization made Mousse very happy.

“You’re good everywhere,” Aix said in a low voice.

Even before knowing the Prince’s identity, Aix had already been attracted to him, his body and soul lost to him.

After learning that the Prince was his little male, he felt the Prince was the best in heaven and on earth, outstanding and adorable in every way.

“Tell me in detail,” Mousse pressed.

There were too many good things, and Aix couldn’t articulate them all at once.

But the Prince pressed him for an answer, his whole body plastered against him, his hands roaming over him, turning his brain into a paste.

In the end, Aix didn’t know what kind of nonsense he had said.

The Prince was kind, merciful, and tolerant…

Although he was moody and easily angered, he was also easily coaxed.

He had a bit of a mischievous streak and liked to torment Zergs, but he would never cause fundamental harm to a female Zerg. If he really couldn’t bear it, the Prince would definitely stop, because he was truly a soft-hearted Zerg.

It was precisely because he knew the Prince would always stop before he couldn’t take it anymore.

Therefore, he even found the Prince’s mischievousness cute.

He didn’t dislike those tormenting games either and could even derive an unspeakable pleasure from them.

And the Prince was truly beautiful, elegant and noble, with a perfect body—the very limit of a female Zergs imagination of male beauty.

Even his pheromones were perfect, very attractive, sweet and passionate. They reminded him of both the clingy hugs of a little male and the fervent possession of an adult male.

He longed to be possessed by the Prince.

…

Mousse had originally resolved to learn from his mistakes, turn over a new leaf, and never bully Aix again.

But, Aix said he didn’t dislike it and even liked it.

So, Mousse, who had just been about to turn over a new leaf, took out the handcuffs he hadn’t used in a long time and smiled at Aix.

“These are just ordinary metal handcuffs. You’re not wearing an inhibitor, so be careful with your strength when you struggle. Don’t break them.”

Mousse instructed.

“Mmm…”

Aix responded silently, not quite understanding how things had developed this way.

He liked the Prince, but that didn’t mean he could accept developing this kind of relationship with his beloved little male without any burden.

But the Prince clearly wasn’t going to give him any time to adjust.

He directly used his actions to leave him no choice but to accept.
·
【Scum Gong Value -20】
【Current Scum Gong Value: 5】
The Scum Gong Value had dropped by 20 points on the day Aix learned Mousse was the little male, and then it stagnated.

The livestream audience was already very zen about it.

It was only 5 points of Scum Gong Value; it didn’t matter if it dropped or not.

Judging by the current interaction between the Prince and the Vice Admiral, the Prince was in no mortal danger.

Oh, maybe a little.

Given the Prince’s terrible kinks spied during periods when the screen wasn’t blacked out, it wasn’t out of the question that the Prince, while engaging in forceful play, might play too rough and get beaten to death by the Vice Admiral.

That remaining 5 points of Scum Gong Value was like a sword hanging over their heads, about to fall but not yet fallen.

But from the audience’s perspective, they still hoped the remaining value would drop later.

That way they could watch Little Cake and the Vice Admiral for a while longer.

At least… they had to see Little Little Cake born, right?

[This is truly one ill-fated Zerg egg.]
[It has pheromones now, and nutritional meals, and the Prince and Vice Admiral won’t engage in any more life-threatening play. The egg should be born smoothly, right?]
[Looking forward to Little Little Cake hatching.]
[It seems like they don’t hatch right after being born; they still need to be incubated.]
Mousse watched the chat’s discussion, very dissatisfied.

“Little Little Cake? What kind of stupid name is that?”

[Then you come up with one.]
Mousse opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment.

If he were asked to name some other Zerg egg or cub, he could think of a million names in a second.

But when asked to name his and Aix’s cub, he was suddenly stuck.

Naming wasn’t a difficult thing at all; he’d just leave it to Aix.
·
Aix’s due date was in mid-July.

It was the day before the Twin Moon Festival.

Mousse arranged his work in advance, took leave, and went home to accompany his consort.

And then he discovered that Aix was still working at the military headquarters.

Mousse: “???”

He really couldn’t understand you workaholics.

“You’re about to give birth! You’re about to give birth! And you’re still at the military headquarters?!”

Mousse roared in a message to express his breakdown.

Aix, who had just gotten out of a mecha, glanced at the time, puzzled.

He silently replied: “The due date is still three days away.”

It wouldn’t be that soon.

Mousse: “…”

He was speechless.

Surrounded by workaholics, it was as if he were the odd one out.

“Immediately hand over your duties to your adjutant, then take leave and go home.”

With that, Mousse didn’t wait for Aix to take leave himself.

He first applied for maternity leave in his capacity as Aix’s male, then directly approved the leave in his capacity as the lord of White Night Star.

With the high efficiency of his mental power, the entire process took less than a second.

On the other side, Aix, who was still replying to the message, saw the leave notification pop up on his terminal screen.

Aix handed over all his work and returned to the residence early.

When he returned to the Prince’s mansion, the sky was still bright.

Aix had never come back this early before.

Mousse was sitting on a garden swing, idly chatting with the livestream chat.

Seeing Aix return, he scooted over and gestured for Aix to sit beside him.

Aix was nearly seven months pregnant.

Even taking away the one month of stunted growth, it was close to six months.

The bulge of his abdomen was already very obvious, and he could no longer wear a belt.

He still wore his military uniform as usual.

Mousse’s hand rested on the bulging belly under the uniform and asked:

“Have you thought of a name for the cub?”

There was no rush for the official name; there were still six months of incubation to think it over slowly.

“Let’s pick a nickname first,” Mousse said.

Aix had indeed thought of a name before, but it might not be appropriate to mention it now.

Seeing Aix’s hesitation, Mousse encouraged him:

“Go ahead, any name is fine, even if you want to call him Dandan (Egg-egg).”

“Sisi,” Aix said in a low voice.

“Hmm?” Mousse tilted his head.

Why are you calling me?

“…I planned to call it Sisi before.”

Aix said, his gaze lowered to his bulging stomach.

Mousse: “??!”

“No!” Mousse’s voice suddenly rose.

“That’s my name!”

Zergs liked to use the sound a cub makes after hatching as its nickname.

Nicknames with sounds like sisi, jiujiu, zhizhi, jiji… were very common.

There were billions, if not tens of billions, of little cubs nicknamed Sisi, enough to populate an entire planet.

This was also why Aix couldn’t find his little male by his name.

The word “Sisi” in the Zerg language also had a series of similar-sounding but completely different meanings: sweet, young, treasure, jewel, hard, strong, healthy, from the stars…

It was a name suitable for both male and female cubs.

Back then, when the little male told Aix, “You can call me Sisi,” in other races, it would be equivalent to a little cub saying, “You can call me baby/darling.”

Mousse didn’t care about the billions of little cubs in the empire nicknamed “Sisi.”

But he couldn’t accept Aix calling another Zerg “Sisi.”

“That’s my name, you can only call me that!”

Mousse pouted.

“Of course.”

Aix smiled at him, pulling him into his arms, his deep voice exceptionally gentle.

“Only you are my Sisi.”

Back then, he had placed many of his feelings for the little male onto the Zerg egg in his belly.

But now, his little male was right in his arms.

His Sisi, his treasure.

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