SGT CH47: Melting in Your Love

◎It’s so good, we still have a chance to start over.◎

Mousse looked at the battle screen.

“Feathered Serpent God” was already known for its speed and extreme explosive output, possessing an oppressive presence in frontal combat.

After Aix ascended to SS-class, this oppressive power was displayed to its fullest extent.

In just one encounter, the enemy’s main ship was destroyed by “Feathered Serpent God,” and the battle became completely one-sided.

Before Mousse could properly admire Aix’s rampage, the war was already entering its final stages.

Half a star-hour ago, Aix had changed into his mecha and entered the battlefield.

Half a star-hour later, Aix led his army back in triumph.

Aix, coming off the battlefield, looked to be in even better condition than after their sparring sessions in the training room.

Got it. The enemy forces are even less of a match for him than I am.

“Your Highness, I present you with victory.”

Aix bowed and knelt.

Mousse pulled him up and looked him up and down.

Although it seemed the enemy was no match for him, Mousse still carefully inspected Aix’s body to confirm he was uninjured and had no discomfort before finally feeling at ease.

“Aix is so amazing! Especially that scene where you split the enemy’s main ship with the light blade. It was so effortless yet carried the force of an avalanche. It was absolutely awesome!”

Mousse held Aix’s hand, chattering on, his eyes narrowed as he imagined it.

“I’m going to edit it and hang it in the bedroom as a poster!”

“…Hang this in the bedroom?”

Aix was very uncomfortable with the praise. Hearing that the Prince wanted to hang his battle footage in the bedroom as a poster, he quickly tried to recall if there were any overly bloody scenes.

He himself was fine with it, but what if it scared the Prince in the middle of the night?

Mousse thought about it and also felt it wasn’t a good idea. The bedroom should have intimate photos of him and Aix.

“Then I’ll hang it in the training room. The bedroom will have something else.”

But, he and Aix don’t have any intimate photos.

Mousse became sad, unhappy, and wronged.

“Leave the follow-up matters to the other Zerg. You’re still on leave, so don’t busy yourself. Come home with me to take pictures!”

Mousse pulled Aix away.

After returning home, he had Aix change into many sets of clothes and strike many poses, taking pictures of them all.

In the end, Aix was so tired he fell asleep. Mousse, however, forced himself to stay awake with his mental power. From an entire album of photos on his terminal, he picked his favorite one and projected it onto the wall at the head of the bed as a dynamic poster.

On the poster, Aix was sitting on the sofa in casual home clothes, holding the Zerg egg, looking very much like a gentle female father.

Mousse called out “Aix-gege” from off-camera.

Aix looked up, his eyes full of doting and a smile.

Then, several long exoskeletons extended from his back, lifted Mousse up, and brought him over.

Mousse fell into his arms and kissed his lips playfully.

The image in the poster ended there and began a new loop.

And in the untold story that followed, Mousse grabbed Aix’s exoskeletons, entered him from behind, again and again.

He whispered in his ear, one moment calling “Aix,” or “female consort,” the next moment mischievously calling “gege,” or “female father,” reducing Aix to a complete mess.

After setting up the poster, Mousse turned off the terminal and buried his face in Aix’s chest.

He took a deep breath of the cool, clear pheromones mixed with the scent of fruitwood and flowers on Aix’s body and fell asleep, satisfied.
·
Mousse didn’t need military achievements, but they were just right for Aix.

Aix was already a strong contender for the position of Grand Admiral of a legion.

This time, the military merit from protecting the Prince and defending White Night Star directly propelled him to the position of Grand Admiral of the Fourth Army Corps.

The bad news was that Aix could no longer stay at the White Night Star military headquarters all the time. He would have to travel between the various garrisons of the Fourth Army Corps and the imperial capital star.

Fortunately, most matters were discussed through online meetings, and White Night Star was within the defense range of the Fourth Army Corps, so they still had many opportunities to meet.

“My Vice Admiral, oh… I should call you Grand Admiral now.”

After dinner, Mousse walked behind Aix’s chair, wrapped his arms around his neck, and bent down to ask:

“Does my Grand Admiral have any plans tonight?”

“I still have a little work to deal with…”

Before the Prince could get angry and strangle him, Aix quickly said:

“But I can finish it quickly, in half a star-hour.”

“Alright, I’ll let you off for now.”

Mousse relaxed his arms and said:

“But as punishment, I’m going to try a new game today. That’s right, the kind you’re most afraid of, the whip!”

Mousse tilted his head to observe Aix’s reaction, expecting him to show fear or hesitation, but Aix agreed without a second thought.

“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Didn’t he say he was very afraid of whips?

Mousse was puzzled.

Unable to figure it out, Mousse added, “Don’t change your clothes. Come back in the Grand Admiral’s uniform. I want to see.”

“Okay.”

Mousse returned to the room, took a shower, and sat on the bed, checking his tools.

The livestream audience was on pins and needles watching his actions, constantly trying to persuade him.

[Babe, it’s just the last few months, can we not cause trouble?]
[You’ve finally succeeded in your reformation, just change your ways from now on.]
[We can’t do things like torture.]
“I haven’t tried it yet, how can you be sure it will increase my scum gong value?”

Mousse had some of his own theories about the scum gong value, but he wasn’t sure yet and needed more experiments.

Half a star-hour later, Aix returned on time.

Mousse admired his appearance in the Grand Admiral’s uniform for a while, then pushed the prepared tools in front of him and said in a negotiating tone:

“I’m going to do some bad things. You can tell me to stop anytime if you can’t take it.”

Aix looked at the things the Prince had pushed over, was silent for a moment, and then asked:

“Is that all?”

There were no metal barbs that could scrape away flesh, no corrosive drugs that could destroy a female Zerg’s healing ability. Even the models were too exquisite and small, like toys for a larva.

And then, the Prince even laid out all these larva toys for him to see, saying that he could stop him at any time if he couldn’t bear it.

It felt like being asked by a little male to play a game.

Aix couldn’t feel nervous at all.

He even considered whether he should break off one of his own exoskeletons and give it to the Prince for him to use as a whip.

The exoskeleton of an SS-class female Zerg was much better to use than these “larva toys.”

Mousse didn’t know what Aix was thinking and inexplicably felt a little looked down upon, but he still nodded and said:

“Just these, is that okay?”

“If that is your choice… of course, it’s okay.”

Although Aix still preferred to recommend his exoskeleton to the Prince.

Before starting, Aix asked:

“Do I need to take any drugs to suppress recovery and increase pain?”

The livestream audience was already numb at this point.

[No way? He’s going to whip you, torture you, and you’re just indulging him like this?]
[What should we do? I feel like compared to the Prince, the Grand Admiral is the crazier one.]
[See, I told you, spoiling a child will lead to trouble.]
[I think Little Cake has a sense of proportion. Nothing bad should happen.]
[Will the next scene be very bloody? I’m a little scared to watch, but also a little expectant, what’s wrong with me?]
[Don’t worry, as per usual, we won’t be able to see it.]
[…Damn it!]
Mousse couldn’t care less about the audience’s thoughts. Letting them see some of the prelude was already his greatest tolerance.

If it didn’t ruin the atmosphere too much, he would have definitely turned on the screen projection, played a male-female action movie, and directly blacked out the livestream room.

“You’re not allowed to take any drugs. It’s not that I want you to be in pain.”

That wasn’t entirely true either. There would definitely be some pain involved, but the pain wasn’t the most important thing. The most important thing was…

“I want to make you happy.”

Mousse finished with a smile, after Aix indulgently expressed that he would listen to him.

He restrained his smile, his gaze becoming sharp. He held the platinum-gold whip and, with the sound of it cutting through the air, struck the floor at Aix’s feet, saying coolly, “Kneel.”

Aix’s breath hitched, and a storm of emotions surged in his heart.

It wasn’t panic or shame, but an indescribable tension and… anticipation.

The Prince before him had completely shed the side of the “little male.”

He was more like the Prince from back then, the one who had taken him out of the punishment room, played with him, possessed him, and also gave him pheromones—His Highness the Prince, his male lord.

It was his body’s initial fall and submission to a male Zerg.

It was also his heart’s initial flutter for a male Zerg, amidst the chaos and turmoil.

Aix bent his knees and knelt, looking up at the male Zerg sitting above him, serving him. His gaze was focused, and his heart beat fast.

Mousse swung the silver whip, this time landing it on the female Zerg’s legs, which were clad in military trousers. “Knees apart.”

Aix’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He held his breath and complied again.

No matter what Mousse ordered, Aix did it all, proactively opening himself up to receive the falling silver whip.

Mousse hadn’t let himself go like this in a long time. He was in complete control of Aix.

He controlled his pain, and he controlled his pleasure.

He was no longer the little male who was doted on and protected by Aix.

Merely as Aix’s male, Aix’s male lord.

He was so immersed in playing that Mousse completely forgot about the existence of the livestream room.

It wasn’t until he woke up the next day, was helped by Aix to wash up, and sat in front of the mirror while Aix combed his hair, that Mousse remembered the livestream light screen and turned his head to check.

[Just a single 6]
[It’s hard to imagine the livestream room actually lasted so long before going black yesterday.]
[First time seeing a whip being played with like that. I can’t even imagine how good the Grand Admiral felt.]
[I can’t even imagine how good the Prince felt.]
[I can imagine all of that, I just can’t imagine what happened after the screen went black. Please let me see it once.]
[+1, and why can’t we record the screen? Crying my eyes out.]
Mousse had also forgotten when the screen went black, but he chose to trust the livestream’s censorship standards.

He casually glanced at a few comments, then looked up at the scum gong value above.

Very good, the scum gong value was still 0.

This meant that what he did yesterday wasn’t scummy at all.

In other words, as long as Aix was willing and conscious, and their hearts were connected, the scum gong value wouldn’t increase.

As for willing but unconscious… he had already tried that. Getting his heart torn out on the night of his physiological awakening was the best lesson.

Conscious but unwilling, they hadn’t tried that yet.

With Aix’s level of indulgence towards him, as long as it was him, Aix would be willing.

Unless it wasn’t him…

Of course, he meant if he disguised himself as another male Zerg.

This would require extremely strong disguise skills to deceive Aix.

And then to force and humiliate Aix, hmm… it felt like he would get beaten to death.

Mousse compared his own combat power with Aix’s.

There was no comparison.

At a long distance, he could still use his mental power to save his life.

As for close range, he wouldn’t even have time to use his mental power before being crushed to death by an SS-class female Zerg.

Before finding a suitable way to save his life, Mousse could only regretfully give up this experiment.
·
The Zerg egg was about to hatch.

Mousse had his attendants tidy up the main bedroom on the ground floor of the Prince’s mansion and moved in with Aix.

He pulled open the intricate and heavy curtains, and sunlight poured in, falling on Mousse’s face.

His fair skin and platinum-blonde hair made him glow brightly in the sunlight.

The little male from over a decade ago, relying on willpower and a single-minded obsession, had forced himself to overcome the shadows, barely walking out of that small underground room to touch the sunlight, to make himself normal, to live on the surface.

Only Mousse knew that all that “normalcy” was just an appearance; that little male had always been trapped in the underground house in the Dark Star Field.

Until now…

Aix hugged the Prince from behind and sighed softly:

“Your Highness, you look like you’re about to melt in the light.”

“No, I’m melting in your love.”

Mousse reached out his hand to touch the scorching bright color in the sky.

My moon, my sun.

Mousse turned around, embraced Aix, felt his warm body temperature, and contentedly sniffed the cool, clear pheromones on him.

Aix’s pheromones were cool and pure, like the moon.

But his body temperature was very high, scorching and warm, like the sun.

Only now did that little male truly walk out of the room that had trapped him, walk into the sunlight, into the embrace of his beloved female Zerg, to be forever trapped by the female Zerg’s love.

Mousse never disliked being trapped. What made him anxious and uneasy was that his female Zerg wasn’t in the prison with him.

“Do you miss the old room?” Mousse asked.

“A little…”

Thinking of leaving the room where the little male had lived for many years, Aix was actually very reluctant.

But this main bedroom was also where his little male had lived.

For even longer than the room underground.

If the underground room represented the little male, then this main bedroom of the Prince’s mansion represented the Prince.

Aix was also looking forward to living in this room, to feel the Prince’s past.

“Then how about we live in the main bedroom on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and in the basement on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?” Mousse suggested.

“…Won’t that be a little too much trouble.”

Aix himself didn’t mind the trouble of moving up and down.

But the Prince definitely couldn’t handle it. The Prince was a picky sleeper, his sleep quality wasn’t good, and he was easily startled awake.

“And what about Sunday?”

“Of course, we go out to play on weekends!”

Mousse said, “White Night Star has so many fun things to do. I’ll take you out to play. And I’ll also show you the changes the Dark Star Field has undergone under my rule over the years.”

“Okay.”

Hearing the Prince say this, Aix was also full of anticipation.

“But when to live in the main bedroom and when to live in the basement still needs careful consideration.”

Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays… that was too chaotic.

“Mmm, okay.”

Crack, crack—

“Did you hear something?” Mousse looked up and asked.

A female Zerg’s five senses were far more acute than a male Zerg’s. Of course, Aix had heard it.

He turned his head in a daze and looked at the Zerg egg in the incubator.

At this moment, a crack had appeared on the surface of the Zerg egg, which was covered in silvery-white frost patterns.

He could even feel the cub trying hard to break open the shell with its small claws through a small bump on the shell.

Mousse followed Aix’s gaze.

Crack—

The crack on the surface of the Zerg egg became more obvious, and a piece of the shell fell off.

Aix, still embracing the Prince, teleported with him to the front of the incubator.

The two Zerg held their breath and watched the cub hatch.

The cub had obviously stored up enough energy in the Zerg egg, and the hatching didn’t last too long.

In less than a minute, he had carved out a neat circle in the shell, splitting the Zerg egg in two.

“This personality is like yours,” Mousse said in a low voice.

Both have OCD, both like to split things in two.

Aix: “?”

The cub isn’t even out yet, and you can already tell its personality?

The crack in the shell widened, and the upper half slowly moved up.

A small, tender, white cub with an eggshell on its head appeared before them. Its beautiful heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one green, looked over, both expectant and timid.

“So cute.”

Mousse opened the incubator, wanting to pick up the little cub.

Seeing the male father’s fair fingers reaching over, the little cub became nervous and hastily hid its hands, which were covered in silvery-white Zerg armor, behind its back.

“Your Highness, let me.”

Aix reached over Mousse, picked up the cub, and explained in a low voice:

“The cub has shell-breaking Zerg armor on its hands and can’t yet control its appearance and disappearance on its own. It might hurt you.”

Mousse also saw the hands the little cub had hastily hidden.

“The cub knows how to protect its male father, but I’m not that fragile.”

Mousse reached out and removed the eggshell from the little cub’s head.

Soft, platinum-blonde curly hair was revealed.

Seeing the cub’s platinum hair and heterochromatic eyes, which were just like his own, Mousse remembered the nickname the livestream audience had used and couldn’t help but say:

“Cub, you’re a little little cake.”

Zerg cubs have inherited memories and can understand the words of adult Zerg from birth, as well as most of their meaning.

The little cub thought seriously.

Cake is a very sweet thing. The male father should be praising him for being cute.

Although “cute” wasn’t very suitable to praise a female Zerg cub—Zerg always hoped for female Zerg cubs to be braver and stronger.

But the cub could feel the affection for him in his male father’s tone.

So, he pursed his lips and revealed a shy and happy smile.

[The livestream room is about to detach. Countdown, 10, 9, 8…]
Mousse looked at the light screen in astonishment, only seeing the fading virtual image of the screen and a barrage of comments saying goodbye to him.

[Goodbye, Little Cake, and Little Little Cake and the Moon.]
[It was so nice to meet you all.]
[Wishing you happiness, and to be together forever.]
Goodbye.

Mousse said silently in his heart.

And… thank you.

Although he had been very annoyed with this livestream room before, Mousse knew that if it hadn’t appeared, he and Aix could not have walked together happily.

It was very likely that, as the livestream had predicted, he would have died at Aix’s hands.

And Aix wouldn’t have been able to live either.

The explosion of Zerg pattern energy would have exhausted his last bit of life force, and he would have died with him.

Even if he had avoided being killed by Aix that time.

Aix would have completely lost the will to live due to the loss of the Zerg egg, seeking only death. Aix would have died in the end.

And he would never have been able to live alone after losing Aix.

A double death.

Including the Zerg egg, a family of three, none would have survived.

That was their original destined ending.

It was the appearance of the livestream that made Mousse change, changed their ending, and saved their future.

Thank you.

Mousse said softly in his heart.

As the light screen disappeared, Mousse felt the connection between him and the livestream room completely sever.

He turned back and looked at the two female Zerg, one big and one small, who were watching him, and a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

He opened his arms and embraced his family Zerg, his new life.

It’s so good, you are all by my side.

It’s so good, we still have a chance to start over.

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Author’s Note:

The main text of this unit is complete. The extras will start in the next chapter.

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