SGT CH42: Female Father? Female Consort?

◎“Female consort? Or female father?” Mousse whispered in Aix’s ear, articulating the two words with extreme clarity.◎

Zerg medicine was highly advanced, and the prediction of a due date could be accurate down to the day, or even the hour.

But occasionally, there were exceptions with early or late births.

In the last few days before the due date, Mousse followed Aix almost step by step.

He was afraid Aix would go into labor early and he wouldn’t be there.

He actually wanted Aix to move directly into the delivery suite.

It was more spacious and comfortable, with warm sunlight, which was more conducive to a pregnant female’s physical and mental well-being.

Moreover, there was a medical team on standby at all times, making it safer and more secure.

But Aix clearly preferred the small room underground.

He could spend half a day just looking at Mousse’s old toys, or even the table and chairs, and be in a cheerful mood.

Mousse had no choice but to continue staying with him in the small room.

No work, no separation, and no Zerg to disturb them. Just the two of them, in the small room they were familiar with, snuggling together, feeding each other.

This feeling was also quite nice.

Mousse leaned drowsily on Aix’s shoulder, sniffing the calming, cold pheromones on him, and slowly closed his eyes, preparing for a nap.

Aix also enjoyed the time with the Prince.

It was just that not having to go to the military headquarters and suddenly being idle made him feel a little unaccustomed, as if even his bones had rusted and aged.

Aix helped the Prince lie down before whispering in his ear:

“Your Highness, I’m going to the mecha room to move around a bit.”

“Mmm, hmm.”

Mousse responded subconsciously, then realized something, and his drowsy brain suddenly became clear.

He immediately opened his eyes and grabbed Aix, who was about to get up.

“Wait, your due date is only a few star-hours away, and you’re going to the mecha room?”

Mousse’s face was full of disbelief.

When a female Zerg said they were going to the mecha room to move around, of course, it couldn’t just be a walk. They would at least engage in a simulated battle.

At a time like this, he was still piloting a mecha?

Was he planning to give birth in the mecha cockpit?

“There’s still time,” Aix said.

He knew his own body; it wasn’t time to give birth yet. It would be fine to exercise for a few star-hours.

Mousse’s face darkened.

Just as he couldn’t communicate with the Zerg Emperor about the workload, he also couldn’t communicate with an S-class female Zerg about the amount of exercise.

But he could throw a tantrum.

Neither his parents nor Aix could resist his tantrums.

“You’re not allowed to go. If you really want to move your body, do it on me.” Mousse pulled the female Zerg onto him.

The closer a female Zerg was to the end of their pregnancy, the more they needed the male’s pheromones.

Having the male’s pheromones help open up the body could also make the delivery smoother for the female Zerg.

Aix naturally couldn’t refuse.

His body and mind had long since surrendered to the Prince. Accepting this chaotic relationship wasn’t that difficult.

As long as he didn’t deliberately think about the one possessing him being his little male.

After sinking into the Prince’s touch and pheromones, his mind was in chaos. He couldn’t think of anything other than holding the male Zerg in front of him even tighter.

The leg and waist strength of a military female were extremely strong; they wouldn’t feel tired even after doing several thousand squats at once.

However, the daily exercises at the military headquarters and doing squats in front of a beloved male were, after all, somewhat different.

“Your Highness…”

There was a hint of pleading in Aix’s voice, though he himself didn’t know what he was pleading for.

Perhaps it was a hug, perhaps a term of endearment, or perhaps the nourishment of pheromones.

Mousse watched the undulating female Zerg before him, dissatisfied with this form of address. He deliberately held back, not giving him any pheromones.

“Aix-gege, why don’t you call me Sisi?”

Over this period, the female Zerg had accepted their relationship quite well.

At least on the surface. There was no more resistance. Even if he wanted to sleep deeply buried inside at night, Aix would indulge him and accept it.

So… calling him “gege” (older brother) shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Mousse thought, and also said it out loud.

Immediately, he felt the muscles in the female Zerg’s arms and entire body suddenly contract and tighten, as if about to crush him.

His expression changed drastically. He bit down hard on the female Zerg’s shoulder, forcibly enduring it, to prevent his pheromones from being released.

He managed to hold back, but it was a very disheveled state.

Mousse lay on Aix’s shoulder, calming his breathing, the corners of his eyes flushed red with anger and embarrassment.

“Aix-gege doesn’t like Sisi calling you that? Then what kind of address do you like? Female consort? Or… female father?”

The last two words, Mousse whispered in Aix’s ear, his teeth grinding, articulating the two words with extreme clarity.

He still remembered how Aix had angered his female father to the point of coming to question him.

Although he didn’t know exactly what Aix had said, based on his female father’s two strange questions and the term Aix used when mentioning the “little male” in front of him, he could guess a thing or two.

Aix’s reaction was even greater than when he heard Mousse call him “gege.”

His entire body burned, and he struggled and writhed, trying to escape.

Mousse, of course, wouldn’t let him escape. He held Aix down, carefully protecting his pregnant belly, pressed his face against his, and called him by that name again.

“No, don’t… don’t call me that.” Aix turned his face away to avoid him.

He had just managed to gradually accept his chaotic relationship with the Prince, only to be shattered by these two simple terms.

Especially since he was still carrying an egg.

Seven months pregnant, and he was due today.

And the Prince was calling him that in front of the Zerg egg in his belly.

Aix was mortified.

He wanted to hide, to get out of the Prince’s sight, to cover his exposed pregnant belly with something.

“Why won’t you let me call you that? Back in the Dark Star Field, the first thing you said when you brought me home wasn’t it to have me call you female father?”

Mousse asked, while trying hard to hold Aix down.

The strength of a struggling female Zerg was truly great. Even though Aix was trying his best to hold back so as not to hurt him, Mousse almost let him break free.

Mousse simply changed his position, hugging Aix tightly, pressing the weight of his entire body down, and at the same time, no longer holding back, releasing his pheromones. Only then did he successfully control the female Zerg.

Under the stimulation of the male’s pheromones, Aix, who had already released pheromones many times, also uncontrollably sprayed a large amount of pheromones again.

The sweetness of fruitwood mixed with the coldness of ice and snow, forming an extremely wonderful scent.

Mousse calmed his breathing for a moment, propped himself up, and looked at Aix.

The female Zerg looked completely stunned, his eyes staring blankly at the changing star chart on the ceiling, the hand protecting his belly sliding limply down.

Mousse admired Aix’s expression for a while, then dipped his finger in some of the mixed pheromones and spread it on Aix’s bulging pregnant belly, like spreading jam.

It looked even more delicious.

While spreading the “jam,” Mousse suddenly felt the skin under his hand contracting and moving.

No, it seemed to be… the Zerg egg was moving!

Mousse’s eyes widened, and he looked at Aix as if for confirmation.

Aix returned from his trance, frowned slightly, and raised a hand to his belly, confirming the Prince’s guess.

“It’s time to give birth.”

No… weren’t there still a few star-hours left? Or did he cause it to start early by tormenting him?

Mousse panicked, using mental suggestion to force himself to calm down.

While quickly wrapping clothes around Aix, he used his terminal to contact the medical team.

In the midst of it all, he spared a glance at the time displayed at the bottom of the virtual screen.

Good heavens, not only did it not start early, but it was also one star-hour later than predicted.

God knows how four star-hours had passed just by watching Aix do squats.

Mousse threw a nightgown on himself, stayed by Aix’s side, smoothed his slightly messy bangs, and held his hand, comforting him softly:

“Don’t worry, the doctors will be here soon, everything is arranged, nothing will happen… Your hand is shaking, are you scared?”

“…It’s your hand that’s shaking.”

At the last moment, it was Aix who was calmer. He squeezed the Prince’s hand back, trying to soothe the Prince’s nervousness.

Mousse wanted to retort but heard the sound of running footsteps and rolling wheels in the corridor. It was the doctors coming with a medical bed.

Mousse hurriedly got up, ready to open the door, but was pulled back by Aix.

The female Zerg pulled him, propped himself up, and carefully buttoned up his nightgown.

“At a time like this… is it necessary to button it up?”

Mousse wanted to go but was held down again.

A coat was draped over his head, wrapping him up tightly.

“No rush.” Only after confirming that all of the Prince’s exposed fair skin was covered did Aix get out of bed.

He casually arranged the outer robe on his body and walked towards the door.

Mousse stared dumbfoundedly at the female Zerg’s back.

He just… walked over like that?

His back was straight, and he looked no different from usual.

Okay, his steps were indeed a bit weaker than normal, not as steady.

But usually, after they were done, Aix would also look like this when he got up to take a shower.

Mousse chased after him, supporting Aix and opening the door for him, asking in confusion:

“Aren’t you about to give birth?”

You can still walk around freely?

Aix nodded and responded in a deep voice, “I’m already giving birth.”

Mousse: “??!”

Don’t say such terrifying things in such a casual tone!

Aix’s expression was calm. He walked out of the room with one hand on his belly.

He didn’t forget to use his other hand to protect the Prince’s head, preventing the panicked Prince from bumping his head on the door frame.

The Zerg egg had already begun to descend. But he could still walk these few steps.

Even walking to the delivery room wouldn’t be a problem.

It was just… the pheromones the Prince had given him…

A hint of forbearance appeared in Aix’s eyes.

He walked slowly to the medical bed, supported himself on the bed with one hand, and lay down with a tensed body, only then relaxing.

The doctors, of course, smelled the scent of the pheromones.

Before a favored pregnant female gives birth, the responsible male will release pheromones to help the female’s body open up. They had seen such scenes many times… yeah right!

This was the pheromone of an S-class male!

It almost made a Zerg lose control on the spot, wanting to prostrate themselves, wanting to beg for a gift.

You should know, they had come over after being injected with pheromone inhibitors and had already reached a state of asceticism towards pheromones.

Even so, they almost made a fool of themselves.

What restricted them and prevented them from losing control on the spot was, besides their already precarious medical ethics, the lingering female Zerg pheromones of Vice Admiral Aix.

Also an S-class pheromone, unlike the Prince’s sweet pheromones that made one’s mind wander, Vice Admiral Aix’s pheromones were sharp and cold, carrying a strong sense of killing intent and deterrence, forcing one to be ascetic.

The doctors quickly gave themselves another shot of inhibitor and pushed the medical bed, rushing towards the delivery room.

Mousse ran alongside the medical bed.

With his S-class physical fitness, he could easily keep up with the doctors’ speed.

It was just because he was too nervous that he didn’t look relaxed.

Aix looked at the Prince worriedly, afraid he would fall.

He even wanted to give up the medical bed for the Prince to lie on.

He would have no problem walking to the delivery room, but if the Prince ran over without looking where he was going, he might really fall.

And the Prince was still holding his hand, trying to comfort him.

“Don’t be nervous, remember to breathe, deep breaths…” Mousse said rapidly.

Aix lay steadily on the medical bed, sensing the Prince’s heartbeat and breathing frequency, and couldn’t help but say:

“It should be Your Highness who remembers to breathe.”

“Don’t always talk about me, you’re the one laying the egg!” Mousse was slightly annoyed.

As they spoke, they had already reached the door of the delivery room. Mousse’s steps didn’t stop, and he was about to follow inside.

But Aix suddenly pushed his hand away.

“Your Highness, please wait in the lounge outside for a moment.”

The other doctors cooperated to block the Prince and sent the Vice Admiral on the medical bed inside.

The delivery room door closed.

Mousse, suddenly shut out: “???”

He turned to look at the only doctor who had stayed behind.

“Your Highness, don’t worry. Vice Admiral Aix has a lot of your pheromones… the delivery will definitely be smooth.”

The doctor kept his head down, not daring to look at the beautiful Prince with his alluring pheromones, but his body firmly blocked the delivery room door.

“Can’t you just let me go in and stay with him?” Mousse asked anxiously.

The doctor found it difficult to say that the Prince’s presence would affect the performance of the Vice Admiral and the other doctors, interfering with the delivery.

But he had to say something.

He could only say tactfully, “If you are present, the Vice Admiral might be easily distracted.”

Mousse was deflated.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t force his way in.

He was the Prince. If he insisted on entering the delivery room, who would dare to stop him?

But if it came to that, it would truly affect Aix’s delivery.

Mousse could only wait outside for the time being, watching the time on the virtual screen tick by, second by second.

During this time, his overly active mental power uncontrollably imagined things.

At one moment, he thought of the doctor rushing out and asking him whether to save the adult or the child.

He would firmly choose to save the adult, and Aix, after waking up and finding he had lost the cub, would become depressed and his heart would turn to ash.

At another moment, he thought of Aix dying in childbirth, leaving him and a Zerg egg behind.

He would be overcome with grief, hand the egg over to the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal to raise, and then join Aix himself.

When the delivery room door opened.

Mousse had already imagined him and Aix being buried together.

Above the small cabin in the former Dark Star Field, amidst a sea of silvery-white moon-viewing flowers, two tombstones stood side by side.

Just as he was getting teary-eyed at the thought, he saw the doctors filing out.

The sub-female doctor he was most familiar with came to him holding a Zerg egg.

“Your Highness, the egg is safe. The Vice Admiral gave birth to a female Zerg egg with S-class talent. Although it’s not very active, it’s very healthy.”

Why only talk about the egg and not mention Aix?

Could it really be as he thought?

Mousse’s face turned pale, and he asked in a trembling voice, “Where is Aix?”

“Vice Admiral Aix…”

The sub-female doctor had said the egg was safe, meaning both the Zerg and the egg were safe.

He didn’t realize the Prince had jumped to conclusions.

He said slowly, “…is taking a shower.”

In the time the sub-female doctor paused, Mousse had already rushed into the delivery room.

Seeing the empty medical bed, his mind went blank.

With a click, the bathroom door opened.

Aix walked out wearing a simple white bathrobe.

Mousse was stunned.

The next second, he pounced over and hugged Aix tightly.

“Your Highness?”

Aix stood steadily and raised his arms to embrace the Prince who had thrown himself into his arms.

His puzzled gaze fell on the Prince, then turned to the sub-female doctor who had walked in, his eyes questioning.

The sub-female doctor, silently holding the egg and having returned: “…”

What could I possibly know? I know nothing.

Aix motioned for the doctor to put down the egg and leave.

He pulled the Prince to sit on the medical bed, which had already had its sheets and mattress changed, and asked in a low voice:

“Was Your Highness worried about me? Thanks to Your Highness’s pheromones, the delivery was very smooth, and the egg is safe.”

He was in the delivery room for half a star-hour, but the actual delivery took less than five minutes.

The rest of the time was spent replenishing energy, recovering his body, and taking a shower.

Meanwhile, the doctors were packing up the instruments, measuring the egg’s data, cleaning its shell, giving it a water bath, and delivering it to the Prince, all scented.

The Prince seemed… not to have even taken it.

Doesn’t he like the egg?

Aix wondered.

Mousse refused to say that he had already been thinking about where he and Aix would be buried together.

Aix also couldn’t have imagined that the Prince was actually afraid he would die in childbirth.

Female Zerg had strong constitutions. As long as they had enough pheromones and energy, a difficult birth was impossible.

On the contrary, during pregnancy, most of a pregnant female’s body’s energy would be spontaneously supplied to the egg.

At this time, the female Zerg was actually in a “half-blood” state.

Only after the delivery was over could they be considered fully revived.

Aix, having laid the egg, felt comfortable all over, his body full of strength, truly restored to his optimal state.

Mousse buried his head in Aix’s chest, secretly rubbing the corners of his eyes on Aix’s collar, making sure there were no suspicious things like tears, before he finally looked up.

He raised his eyes and looked Aix up and down. Seeing that he was radiant and in good spirits, his uneasy heart finally settled down.

“I wasn’t worried about you at all.”

Although he said that, Mousse still lifted the blanket and gently pushed Aix, having him lie down to rest.

“You just gave birth to an egg, don’t run around,” Mousse instructed with dissatisfaction.

Aix, whose physical condition was good enough to go straight to the battlefield: “…”

He lay down silently, watching as the Prince, after searching for a bit, brought the egg over from the incubator.

The hatching of the egg didn’t depend on the incubator; it could hatch at room temperature.

The incubator mainly served as a storage function.

“A white egg, with silvery-white frost flower Zerg patterns, exactly the same as your Zerg patterns.”

Mousse placed the egg in Aix’s arms.

It was said that a female Zerg after giving birth would lack a sense of security, and having their own egg with them would make them feel more at ease.

It was best to have a quiet environment for the female Zerg and the egg to be alone.

But Mousse didn’t want to leave.

Aix held the egg in one arm, but his gaze remained on the Prince.

“Does Your Highness want to come up and lie down together for a while?”

Seeing the Prince was thinly dressed, Aix couldn’t help but ask.

Mousse tilted his head in confusion, “Don’t you want to be alone with the egg?”

Aix did want to spend time with the egg, but the egg was already in his arms.

The Prince, on the other hand, was standing by the bed thinly dressed, maintaining a distance that was neither far nor near… making his heart also fluctuate.

He really wanted to hold the Prince in his arms.

It was just that such a request was difficult for him to voice.

His gaze fell on the Prince’s slightly dry lips.

Aix thought of something and said with a somewhat unnatural expression:

“Is Your Highness thirsty? After giving birth to the egg, the milk seems to have increased, and my chest feels heavy.”

Mousse’s eyes lit up, but then he became a little worried.

“Is it really heavy? That must be very uncomfortable, right? I’ll just… reluctantly help you out. This is also the duty of a male.”

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