SGT CH5: Clean Yourself and Wait for Me

◎A kiss with a faint pheromone scent landed.◎

【Scum Gong Value -1】

【Current Scum Gong Value: 78】

Hearing Aix say that the food arranged by the prince tasted good, and seeing the prompt that the scum gong value had decreased, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn’t help but doubt themselves.

[Could it be that we misunderstood the host?]
[Maybe this is just what ordinary zerg food looks like, a kind of dark cuisine, and female zergs just like to eat this stuff.]
[And he’s a pregnant female; it’s normal for tastes to become strange during pregnancy.]
[Ah yes, my colleague loved to eat cheese-wrapped pickles when she was pregnant.]
[Not as weird as me. I had a strong craving for toothpaste, soap, and even hair back then.]
[I just suddenly developed a love for Wrigley’s Spearmint gum and ended up eating over a hundred boxes…]

The audience members listed real-life examples, convincing each other.

In the end, they unanimously agreed that since Aix liked to eat this colorful mush, there was no problem with the prince arranging such a pregnancy meal for him.

They were also very happy that the prince had finally returned to the right path and started to reform seriously.

Mousse: “…”

Ah, no, what’s wrong with all of you?

When Aix ate that kind of food without changing his expression and could even praise it as delicious, Mousse lost interest in tormenting the female zerg with food.

Feeling deeply bored, he waved his hand, telling Aix to leave.

Aix came before him to bow and take his leave.

This time he got a little closer, and the angle of his forward lean was also greater.

The collar drooped low, and the scenery beneath his shirt directly hit Mousse’s eyes.

“??!!”

Mousse suspected that Aix was deliberately seducing him.

His eyes blinked rapidly, unsure whether he should look away.

It was daytime now, in the brightly lit dining room, with attendants and personal guards around…

Although Aix had also bowed his proud head to him for pheromones last night, trying his best to please him, that was a private occasion with only the two of them.

With Aix’s temperament, how could he possibly attempt seduction in front of everyone?

Mousse was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

For a moment, he didn’t know whether to suspect that something was wrong with the female zerg, or to suspect that he was overthinking things.

Then, the corner of his clothes was gently tugged by the female zerg.

Mousse looked up blankly, his gaze moving away from the stunning scenery under the collar to meet Aix’s eyes.

Aix’s eyes dodged for a moment, then quickly became firm again.

It was as if he had found some kind of conviction, for which he was willing to give everything, to sacrifice all.

He maintained his bowing posture, looking at Mousse with clear, green, and focused eyes, and invited in a low voice:

“Can Your Highness come tonight?”

The captain of the personal guard, who was worried that Aix might harm the prince and wanted to step in to stop him: “…”

He silently averted his gaze and looked down at the floor.

Ah, this floor is so… floor-like.

Such words were tantamount to a direct proposition.

Mousse drew a sharp breath at Aix’s words.

To abandon one’s dignity in front of other zergs and actively invite him… for Aix, this was definitely an extremely painful and humiliating thing.

That was truly… wonderful!

Mousse pursed his slightly upturned lips.

When Aix was in pain, he was happy.

What had he done wrong?

He was just building his happiness on Aix’s suffering.

“Since you’ve invited me so sincerely, I will reluctantly make the trip tonight.”

Mousse maintained his expression, speaking as if bestowing a favor.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Aix let out a sigh of relief.

He released the corner of the clothes he was pinching with his fingertips and was about to straighten up and leave.

But he was pulled back.

The prince grabbed his collar, forcing him to bow down again.

And then… a kiss with a faint pheromone scent landed on the corner of his mouth.

“Clean yourself and wait for me.”

“Yes…”

Aix was a little dazed by this faint trace of pheromones.

He even forgot to breathe, forgot their surroundings, all his attention focused on the male zerg in front of him.

“Clean your mouth too. I don’t want to taste that nutrition meal.”

“…Yes.”

Mousse hummed in satisfaction, finally releasing the female zerg’s collar and pushing him back as if in disgust.

“You may go.”

Aix stood firm, trying hard to pull his gaze away from the male zerg, lowered his eyes to compose his emotions, calmed his breathing, and turned to leave.

After the female zerg left, Mousse reopened the virtual menu and checked off more than a dozen pregnancy nutrition meals that met his aesthetic standards.

He gave the order, “From now on, serve General Aix’s nutrition meals according to this list, rotate them for him.”

The butler noted it down and bowed to ask:

“Your Highness, regarding the female consort’s pregnancy, should we report it to the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal?”

Mousse noticed that the butler’s term for Aix had changed to female consort. He gave the butler a deep look and said:

“I have my own arrangements for this. It’s still uncertain whether the zerg egg can be saved, so there’s no need to disturb my male and female fathers over this.”

“Yes,” the butler complied.

Mousse wiped his hands with a napkin, stood up, and before leaving, said to the captain of the personal guard at the dining table:

“Colonel Lyle does not forget my safety even during his vacation. I’m so moved. I’ll give you another week of vacation as compensation.”

The captain of the personal guard had a bitter look on his face but did not dare to refuse.

His Highness the Prince hated it most when zergs acted on their own initiative and disrupted pre-arranged plans. If he dared to say a week’s vacation was too long, he could take a permanent vacation.

Forced to take another week of vacation, the captain of the personal guard went to find his deputy to hand over his duties.

He instructed the deputy to protect the prince well in his absence.

“Just go and enjoy your vacation,” the deputy waved his hand.

“I lost to Aix in the corps competition back then. But now he’s wearing two top-grade suppressor rings. Any military female can easily subdue him.”

As he spoke, a hint of sympathy appeared in the deputy’s expression.

He knew Aix had a history of harming the prince and was an absolute danger, a target they needed to be wary of.

But seeing the once brilliant and invincible military female general fall to this state still made him feel a bit sad.

The captain of the personal guard had also wanted to feel a bit sad.

But thinking of how the prince addressed Aix, he felt that he was the one who should be pitied.

The prince still called him “General Aix.”

Aix had long been suspended from the military department.

The matter of Aix harming the prince had been suppressed.

Apart from the Zerg Emperor, the Marshal, and the zergs in the prince’s mansion, no one knew.

The outside world did not know the reason for Aix’s suspension.

But they, the personal guards around the prince, knew.

It was precisely because they knew the inside story that they were even more certain that Aix’s ending was destined to be tragic.

Although Aix had not yet been stripped of his military rank or expelled from the military, they all knew that Aix could never return to the military department.

Before today, the captain of the personal guard had always thought so.

But now, he was a little unsure.

·

In the medical room.

Mousse sat on a white leather sofa, watching the sub-female doctor fiddle with the instruments, then various red or blue lights scanned over his body.

He felt like some kind of dangerous element that needed to be heavily scanned and tested.

“I feel much better. I don’t need to go back into the medical pod, and I don’t need to take any more medicine,” Mousse said, propping his chin on his hand.

“Your Highness’s injuries have indeed recovered, but your body still needs to recuperate,” the sub-female doctor said seriously.

“Alright, but let me make it clear first, I won’t drink those bitter medicinal liquids again.”

“No need to drink medicine. Your Highness just needs to eat on time and avoid strenuous exercise.”

The sub-female doctor emphasized the last few words.

No strenuous exercise?

Mousse blinked, a little troubled.

“But I still have a zerg egg to raise.”

That zerg egg had a female father who could kill a zerg.

He didn’t dare to let the zerg egg go hungry.

The sub-female doctor also began to worry.

He had told the prince that ten times the amount of pheromones was needed for nourishment.

But he didn’t expect the prince to be so reckless with his own body.

“Can’t General Aix share your burden?” the doctor asked with a frown.

“Ah? Aix… oh!”

Mousse’s mouth formed an O, and he excitedly punched his fist into his palm, saying:

“I get it! The General should indeed share my burden!”

With that, Mousse stood up gracefully, bid farewell to the doctor, and left with light steps.

The sub-female doctor was puzzled.

What exactly did he understand?

·

Every suppressor came with a built-in locator.

Mousse opened his terminal and found Aix’s location with a glance.

Still on the first basement level, in that familiar room.

“He really is treating my room as his own.”

Mousse didn’t know whether to be angry or not.

His little den had been taken over by Aix.

Although that room was a bit small, a bit cramped, he had lived there for several years and had many of his cubhood belongings there.

To have it inexplicably occupied by a female zerg was still quite troubling for a zerg.

Although he had forgotten to arrange a room for Aix and had only ever taken him to his little den.

But how could he possibly be the one at fault?

It must be Aix’s problem.

Mousse pondered whether he should kick the female zerg out and have him change rooms.

But Aix needed his pheromones, and he didn’t want to sleep in an unfamiliar room every day.

Forget it, let’s just maintain the status quo.

Mousse arrived at the door of the room.

He was a prince, and the master of this room. Why would he knock on the door to his own room?

Mousse pushed the door open and entered directly.

The female zerg was sitting cross-legged on his bed, wearing only a thin set of pajamas, staring blankly at a black object on his lap.

Mousse recognized it at a glance.

It was his stuffed doll.

A spider-shaped stuffed doll with a black short-plush surface, very suitable for hugging.

It was a popular cub toy from over a decade ago.

It was outdated now.

But Mousse had always kept it.

Seeing Mousse, Aix was obviously startled.

The suppressor had dampened his five senses.

Otherwise, with the sensory abilities of an S-level female zerg, he should have known as soon as the prince entered the first basement level.

Aix immediately got up from the bed.

As he moved to greet Mousse, he nonchalantly placed the spider doll in his hand onto the sofa at the side.

If not for Mousse’s mental power being more useful than his eyes, he really wouldn’t have noticed his action.

Trying to cover up.

Mousse judged in his heart.

Do you think that by putting the doll back, I won’t find out you were secretly playing with my toy?

Aix knelt by the prince’s leg and softly called out, “Your Highness.”

He remembered that the prince liked him to kneel.

But the prince walked right past him and towards the sofa.

Aix was slightly startled, and maintaining his kneeling posture, he turned around to see the prince pick up that spider doll, sit down on the sofa, lean back, and sink his entire body into the sofa.

This was the first time he had seen the prince in this state.

The prince was always noble and elegant. Even when he was being vile and tormenting him, he was very graceful… only outside the bed.

Now the prince was hugging a cub’s doll, lazily curled up on the sofa, having shed his noble and distant demeanor, looking relaxed and much more approachable.

The prince seemed to be in a good mood.

This was a good thing. When a male zerg was in a good mood, they were always more willing to bestow some pheromones.

Aix tentatively moved forward on his knees. As soon as he moved, the prince frowned and looked over.

“Get up.”

Mousse was a little displeased.

He liked Aix kneeling on the bed, and he could accept him kneeling on the floor.

But that didn’t mean he could accept a female zerg crawling on the floor.

Walking on one’s knees was just crawling, wasn’t it? It’s not like he had no legs or feet.

Mousse stroked the doll in his arms, preventing his mood from getting worse.

Aix got up as told.

He didn’t understand what had angered the prince.

He could only attribute it to the male zerg’s unpredictable mood.

And be more cautious.

Mousse scanned Aix up and down.

The female zerg looked much better after standing up, but there was still something particularly awkward about him.

It felt like… something was missing.

Could it be that his clothes were too thin?

The higher the level of a zerg, the higher their颜值 (yánzhí) “face value” would be.

As a military female who had broken through to S-level, Aix’s looks and figure were top-tier. He wouldn’t look bad in anything.

Although the thin pajamas were also quite good-looking.

Mousse had also seen Aix wearing only a bath towel and being completely naked before.

But he was still more accustomed to Aix’s other appearances.

“Change your clothes, something more formal, like… a military uniform,” Mousse said thoughtfully.

Aix’s expression changed slightly, a hint of shame flashing in his eyes.

As early as when he was forcibly matched by the prince and locked in the punishment room, he was clear about his future.

He could never return to the military department again.

All his past glory had left him.

He could only die from the prince’s torment in the dark underground, in the cold punishment room.

He had already resigned himself to this outcome.

Although he was a general, he had no background and had only been promoted through military merit.

And the prince was the eldest son of His Majesty the Zerg Emperor. He was granted the title of “Morning Star Prince” before he even came of age, the first in line to the throne, the imperial crown prince of the empire.

Marshal Shi’an, who had promoted Aix, was the prince’s female father.

With such a huge disparity in status, no zerg would care about the inside story of the incident.

Even if there was complete evidence and a trial was held, the one who would be stripped of his military rank and sentenced to life imprisonment would only be him.

What’s more, the prince had even used his authority to forcibly match him, gaining the identity of a male lord. It was even more impossible for the prince to receive any punishment.

Aix had already resigned himself to his fate.

Every day in the punishment room, he was waiting for death to come.

The arrival of the zerg egg was an accident.

For the zerg egg, he could give up everything, put his dignity on the ground, and let the prince trample and tease him.

But there were always some things that could not be desecrated.

Aix pursed his pale lips and, for the first time, defied the prince’s order.

“There are no military uniforms among the clothes the butler sent.”

After speaking, he knelt down straight, awaiting the prince’s punishment.

Mousse was startled by Aix’s sudden action.

He moved his fingers away from the spatial bracelet he was about to touch and blinked in confusion.

Kneeling so hard, is he trying to smash through my floor with his knees?

Good thing I laid a carpet.

Mousse hummed lightly and said unhappily:

“If there are none, then forget it. It’s not like I really want to see you in a military uniform. There’s nothing to see.”

A hard-bodied female zerg.

Even in a military uniform, he would just become a hard-bodied military female.

There was no difference at all.

Aix did not expect to be let off so easily.

He suspected that the prince might have even more torturous methods waiting for him.

Sure enough, he then heard the prince say:

“The doctor said I can’t do strenuous exercise. What should I do?”

Aix suddenly looked up.

He saw the prince hugging the spider doll, his chin slightly raised, looking at him leisurely.

“If the General wants pheromones, you can only come and get them yourself.

“For the sake of the zerg egg, it’s only right for the General to work a little harder, to put in a little effort, right?”

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