SGT CH55: Extra II

CH55: X Transmigrates to After Marrying the Prince and Having Children [Self-NTR Warning]
◎He loved Aix with a twisted love, and Aix loved him with a pure love.◎

Mousse sighed: An Aix who struggled internally but could only cooperate was, indeed, especially delicious.

After being pulled back by him, Aix had completely given up resisting. When he made a request, he would also silently cooperate.

He even had a sense of giving up on himself, of self-degradation and self-destruction.

Only when looking at him would a deep struggle and shame appear in his eyes.

And a secret sadness.

Aix had given up on himself, willing to be destroyed, to fall.

Yet he was still ashamed of having a relationship with the little male Zerg, sad for him, and perhaps also sad for being given away by the Prince.

It made Mousse’s heart ache.

He couldn’t help but hold Aix tightly, whispering words of affection in his ear over and over, entering him deeply and fiercely, sending Aix to his peak again and again, making him happy.

Finally, amidst Aix’s weak struggles, he filled his reproductive cavity with pheromones.

“Aix-gege, I like you so much. I like you so, so much.”

Mousse snuggled in Aix’s arms, rubbing against him from time to time, like a lazy and sated heterochromatic cat.

X was still trapped in the afterglow of the pheromone impact, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

After a good while, he silently raised his hand, stroked the hair of the male Zerg in his arms, and said in a low, hoarse voice:

“You’ve grown up now. You should love your female consort more.”

“I love my female consort very much, I love him super much!”

As he said this, Mousse was still rubbing against Aix’s chest.

X was puzzled, his dim turquoise eyes filled with confusion.

“If you love him, why use him for an exchange?”

“Because it’s very interesting, and I also like Aix-gege very much.”

Mousse said it as if it were a matter of course.

“Just because it’s interesting, you use your own female consort to participate in an exchange game?”

X’s voice rarely carried a hint of anger.

He lifted the male Zerg out of his arms, held his shoulders with both hands, looked him straight in the eye, his expression serious.

“Sisi! Even if you want me, or other female Zerg… as long as both parties are willing and it’s legal and compliant, it’s fine. But at the very least, you shouldn’t casually give your own female consort to other male Zerg to play with!”

Mousse was actually a little afraid of being scolded by Aix.

Especially since this Aix before him only had his memories of the Dark Star Field.

The aura around him easily reminded him of the years when he was protected and also disciplined by Aix.

“The Prince isn’t another male Zerg…” Mousse said in a small voice.

X read something unusual in the little male Zerg’s words and asked in confusion:

“What do you mean?”

“It means… the relationship between the Prince and my female consort is just like ours. My female consort, loves the Prince the way you love me.”

The amount of information in this sentence was too great. X was so shocked he couldn’t come to his senses and couldn’t process it for a long time.

“Has it happened before?” X asked in a trembling voice.

He suddenly remembered that the little male Zerg was too skilled when he entered him, as if he knew him like the back of his hand, easily routing him.

He had only experienced that kind of feeling with the Prince.

“What?” Mousse didn’t understand.

“The exchange,” X seemed to bite out the word from between his teeth. “Before, did you… did we, also exchange?”

“No, we didn’t.” Mousse’s eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously.

What’s going on?

Does Aix actually think they used to play like this often?

Mousse imagined the scene Aix was thinking of… no, that was too messy.

It had always been just the two of them from beginning to end.

“This is the first time,” Mousse held Aix’s hand and said seriously, “You have to believe me.”

X wanted to believe the little male Zerg’s words, but there were too many doubts he couldn’t explain.

However, since it was already like this… there wasn’t much difference between once and many times.

X lowered his gaze, and his hand, hidden under the blanket, rested on his lower abdomen.

Just as he was routed under the Prince’s control, he was also unable to remain clear-headed under the little male Zerg’s intimacy.

At the last moment, he had been dazed and unable to struggle, unable to prevent his reproductive cavity from being opened, and even less able to stop the little male Zerg from pouring his pheromones in.

Having such a relationship with the little male Zerg already filled X with shame.

At the very least, he could not conceive a cub with him and the little male Zerg.

X’s fingertips gradually Zergified, covered in sharp black armor.

Mousse suddenly felt a little cold, shivered, and burrowed into Aix’s arms, holding him tighter.

As the little male Zerg’s hand reached over, X moved his Zergified claws away.

He looked down at the male Zerg who was pressed against his chest, squinting sleepily, and his eyes flickered.

“Sisi, I need to go wash up. Can you sleep alone?”

Mousse’s sixth sense made him cling to Aix and not let go.

“Wash tomorrow, sleep with me. You smell like me all over, it smells really good.”

X’s body stiffened slightly.

For a married female Zerg to be covered in another male Zerg’s pheromones was never a glorious thing, no matter the time.

The pheromones left by the Prince earlier seemed to have been completely absorbed by his body. X could only sense the scent of the little male Zerg’s pheromones.

He had been soaked in that sweet scent from the inside out, which made X feel terrified.

High-ranking Zerg had difficulty reproducing. The possibility of getting pregnant on the first try was low, but not non-existent.

The little male Zerg’s pheromones had a strong attraction to him, no weaker than the Prince’s. Their compatibility match was definitely not low.

The higher the compatibility, the easier it was to conceive a Zerg egg.

“I must wash.”

Aix’s lips trembled as he said with difficulty, “Otherwise, I might get pregnant.”

“If you get pregnant, then just give birth,” Mousse yawned, his eyes sleepy. “There’s enough pheromones, and the Prince’s mansion can afford it.”

It’s no big deal.

And it’s not that easy to get pregnant anyway.

He and Aix had been loving for six years after their marriage and hadn’t had another one.

“No!”

X didn’t expect the little male Zerg to say such a thing and struggled to get up.

“I already have a male lord. I can’t give birth to a cub with you.”

Mousse was very sleepy at the moment and was stunned by his words.

“Why not? Isn’t Miracle our cub?”

X was struck by lightning, frozen in place.

“Miracle is… my cub with you?”

No wonder he liked Miracle so much at first sight. He always felt he looked like the little male Zerg from back then.

He had actually been pregnant with the little male Zerg’s egg before, had even given birth to it, successfully hatched it, and was raising it in the Prince’s mansion.

The impact of this news was too great. X almost couldn’t catch his breath and nearly fainted.

Before Aix fainted, Mousse noticed his condition and only then remembered that he hadn’t undone the mental suggestion for Aix yet.

He had said so many words of affection to Aix during their lovemaking, yet not a single one happened to be those three words.

Mousse kissed Aix on the lips and said solemnly:

“I love you.”

“No, we can’t…” X’s expression was pained, full of struggle.

Suddenly, X felt the thin veil that had been shrouding him being lifted, and the world before his eyes suddenly became clear.

The first thing he recognized was the pheromones surrounding him, exactly the same as His Highness the Prince’s.

No, these were His Highness the Prince’s pheromones.

Then it was the heartbeat of the male Zerg on his body, the rhythm and habit of his breathing, the touch of his skin, all consistent with the Prince.

Finally, his gaze focused on the male Zerg’s face.

It was still the same cute male Zerg appearance with short golden hair, a silvery-gray left eye, and big eyes, but the feeling it gave him was completely different.

“Your Highness the Prince?!”

X stared, astonished.

“Mmm, it’s me.”

Mousse took off the appearance-changing earring, revealing his original face, and said to Aix:

“Don’t worry, Miracle is our cub, born in wedlock.”

After realizing the male Zerg on him was the Prince, X was dazed, his brain completely unable to function.

He could only first ask the question he was most concerned about:

“Before… was it always you?”

“Of course.”

Mousse twirled a strand of his own long hair and swept it across Aix’s face, teasing him with a smile.

“Could another Zerg possibly pull a switch under the nose of an SS-class female Zerg and conjure a different Zerg out of thin air?”

X originally didn’t believe any Zerg could do that, but after personally experiencing the Prince’s god-like mental abilities, he was no longer sure.

However, the pheromones around him were indeed all the Prince’s.

Recalling it now, the male Zerg who entered the room had always been the Prince in disguise. The voice, touch, and scent were all the Prince’s.

It was just that at the time, he had insisted on seeing him as the little male Zerg and believed he was a completely different male Zerg from the Prince.

What terrifying mental ability, enough to confuse perception and turn black into white.

X raised his hand, caressed the Prince’s face, and traced it inch by inch to confirm.

Mousse knew what he was worried about. He placed his hand over his, tilted his head to rub against it, and sighed softly:

“Don’t worry, it’s really me. In the entire empire, there are only two Zerg who can use their mental power to this extent.”

One was him.

The other was the Zerg Emperor.

His Majesty the Zerg Emperor would never do such a classless thing.

Only he was this bad.

Mousse covered his face in embarrassment, his long fingers parting to reveal a pair of eyes.

“I scared you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry. I’m so terrible, to actually like such a perverted way of playing and to keep bullying you.”

X moved his lips, “No, it’s nothing…”

Compared to those male Zerg who would really use female Zerg for exchange games.

The Prince had only confused his perception, making him mistake the Prince himself for another male Zerg.

Such an approach was already very good.

If the Prince hadn’t chosen the “little male Zerg” and let the “little male Zerg” fuck him, Aix wouldn’t even have any resentment right now.

But it just had to be the little male Zerg.

X would never forget the intense shame he felt being opened up by the “little male Zerg” time and time again.

In the future, when he saw the real little male Zerg, he wouldn’t know how to face him.

But this was the Prince, his male lord, the male Zerg who could control everything about him.

X didn’t have the memories of getting along with the Prince over these years.

Even if he had emotions, he wouldn’t express them.

After confirming that the one who had been intimate with him was the Prince, the emotions X had been suppressing dissipated.

Now, he only cared about one thing.

“You once told me that the little male Zerg is safe and happy, with his own female consort and cub. Is that true?”

After the Prince disguised himself as the “little male Zerg,” his form of address and his way of interacting with him—except for the part where he fucked him—were all things that only a very knowledgeable Zerg could know and act out.

X believed he had really found the little male Zerg.

And the little male Zerg had a very close relationship with the Prince; the Prince knew them very well.

He wanted to get news about the little male Zerg’s current situation from the Prince.

“Of course it’s true.”

Mousse wrapped his arms around his neck, lay on top of him, and said with a smile:

“Aix-gege, you are my female consort.”

“The game is over, Your Highness. Please don’t joke,” X said helplessly.

Mousse rubbed his face in frustration.

Why did Aix always not believe he was the little male Zerg?

He looked so much like he did when he was little, he had only changed a little bit. How could Aix not recognize him?

“How about this, I’ll show you photos of me from childhood to now.”

Mousse opened his terminal, pulled out a virtual screen, turned to lean on Aix’s shoulder, and browsed through the photos with him.

First were pictures from before his first awakening, when he was still a fair and tender cub who had just hatched.

Most of them showed the Zerg Emperor or the Marshal holding him, with the occasional appearance of his exotic pet cat.

When he saw the first photo, X’s breath hitched.

The little Zerg cub in the photo looked a little smaller than his little male Zerg back then, but their features were very similar. One could tell at a glance they were the same Zerg.

Because Mousse was attacked on the day of his first awakening and ended up in the Dark Star Field.

So, there were no photos for three years after his first awakening.

When he appeared again, it was how he looked after returning from the Dark Star Field.

Even though the photos were taken when he was in his best condition, he still looked exceptionally weak and lifeless, like a flower about to completely wither.

Mousse sped up the flipping, skipping over the pictures from those few years.

But with the eyesight of an SS-class female Zerg, he could see every picture clearly.

“Sisi…”

Aix’s eyes reddened. He reached out to touch the haggard little male Zerg on the virtual screen, wanting to stop the Prince’s hand from flipping, but could only stop helplessly in mid-air.

Three years of photos passed in an instant.

Appearing in the frame again was a teenage male Zerg with a slightly pale but exceptionally delicate and beautiful face.

That was how Mousse looked after his second awakening and its success.

There were still not many photos from this period, and in most of them, the teenage male Zerg had a cold expression and rarely smiled.

X still cherished looking at them.

Watching his little male Zerg grow up through the flipping of photos, transforming at an astonishing speed.

Becoming elegant and steady, and also arrogant and cold.

But always… a lone Zerg.

Until after completing his physiological awakening and appearing in photos as an adult male Zerg.

After this, the photos gradually increased, and there were many videos.

X even saw himself in the videos.

In one video, he was in casual home clothes, holding a Zerg egg on the sofa, looking relaxed.

The Prince’s voice came from off-camera, calling him… Aix-gege.

The him in the video looked up at the camera, his eyes full of gentle and doting smiles.

In his memory, several black exoskeletons extended from his back and reached towards the camera.

They rolled up the Prince from behind and brought him over.

The Prince fell into his arms and kissed his lips playfully.

Even after all that, X was already mentally prepared to know that the Prince was his little male Zerg.

But to actually see the Prince calling him “Aix-gege” while kissing him.

He was still shocked to the point of being unable to breathe.

“You like this one?” Mousse asked.

X’s mind was in chaos; he couldn’t answer.

“I like it too,” Mousse said to himself, and continued:

“There’s something more exciting. It’s my special collection. Want to see it?”

With that, Mousse clicked open another video for him.

It was a video of him in the garden, under the moonlight, fucking Aix from the front.

Aix was a mess, his hair disheveled, his head lolling to the side on a patch of white moon-viewing flowers, looking exceptionally beautiful.

And the Mousse in the video was leaning over, his long platinum-blonde hair scattered on Aix’s heaving chest. His delicate, perfect face was like an elf under the moonlight, and the hint of crimson at the corner of his eyes made him unbelievably beautiful.

Such a beautiful male Zerg, making a powerful female Zerg collapse, making him a mess, and even leaning close to the female Zerg’s ear to whisper something, making the female Zerg tremble violently and gush more pheromones.

The hearing of an SS-class female Zerg was enough for X to hear the male Zerg’s voice clearly.

The Prince was calling him “Female Father.”

X was completely stunned.

One shock after another.

While X was still trying hard to accept the setting that “The Prince” was the “little male Zerg,” the Prince’s call of “Female Father” shattered him again.

The post-marriage videos were too many and too long. A sleepy Mousse’s eyelids grew heavy as he flipped through them, and he fell asleep leaning on Aix’s shoulder.

Leaving X alone to browse through the photo album all night.

Constantly being shocked by the contents.

He also saw how loving and sweet he and the Prince were after their marriage.

He saw the ever-increasing smiles on the little male Zerg’s face after marriage.

Even he himself had shed his coldness, his aura becoming much softer.

Although it was still hard to imagine him marrying the little male Zerg and having a child.

But it seemed that this was also good.

The little male Zerg was very happy, and the him in the videos was also very happy.

This was their own choice.

X lowered his gaze, looking at the Prince, his little male Zerg, sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

He slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss on the male Zerg’s beautiful, long platinum-blonde hair.

Good night, Sisi, Your Highness… Male Lord.
…

Mousse missed a step in his sleep and woke up with a start.

He opened his eyes to see Aix sitting on the bed, his eyes lowered, gazing deeply at him.

Mousse inexplicably had a feeling of “I’m dead meat.”

He shrank his head and asked tentatively:

“Aix, have you regained your memory?”

“…Mmm.”

Aix turned his wrist and broke the half-handcuff on his right hand with his bare hands.

Mousse swallowed. “Uh, I can explain. I didn’t expect the mental suggestion to have side effects and make you lose your memory.”

Aix didn’t speak. He continued to take off the other half of the handcuff that was hanging on the headboard and manually bent the deformed headboard back into shape.

Mousse silently pulled the blanket up a little higher, covering his nose, his heterochromatic eyes blinking nervously, his voice weak:

“I got your consent beforehand… you agreed to the mental suggestion, agreed to me role-playing as another male Zerg…”

“I did agree.”

Aix twisted the broken metal chain back together, re-forming a handcuff.

He also grabbed the clothes that had fallen by the bed, tore off two pieces of fabric, and carefully wrapped them around the wrist part of the handcuff, again and again.

Mousse’s heart panicked.

He wanted to burrow into the blanket, but was held down by X halfway through.

Aix’s hand fell, and through the blanket, it hit his butt.

Ah!

Mousse jumped in fright, almost screaming.

He turned his head in disbelief and looked at Aix.

“You actually hit me?!”

Mousse had thought his actions would anger Aix, and had also thought he might get beaten.

But for Aix to actually hit him still surprised him greatly.

His Aix… Aix-gege, who would never get truly angry at him no matter what he did, actually hit him.

And it was a spanking, like disciplining a cub.

Mousse’s face flushed red.

He felt he should resist, but he couldn’t mount any effective resistance. He could only struggle randomly for a bit before being easily suppressed by Aix again.

This was the bloodline suppression from the years in the Dark Star Field when Aix raised him.

He had clearly already become his female consort.

Yet he was still putting on the airs of an older brother to discipline him.

Mousse was indignant.

Perhaps in Aix’s eyes, this was a “female father” disciplining a cub.

Even more embarrassing.

With one slap, some of Aix’s anger subsided, but it still wasn’t enough.

He hit the struggling male Zerg’s butt a few more times through the blanket.

The palm landing on the cotton quilt made a dull and heavy sound.

“Sob, you… you…”

Mousse’s cheeks were burning hot, and he couldn’t speak.

He was so ashamed and annoyed he wanted to dig a hole and bury his head in it.

Even during his most exciting play with Aix, his face had never been this red.

Most of Aix’s anger had dissipated. He lifted the male Zerg’s face, which was buried in the mattress, to check and asked in surprise:

“Are you crying? Did I hit you too hard? I… I didn’t use any force.”

I’m not crying!

Mousse bit Aix’s hand, then, afraid of getting hit again, quickly retracted his head.

Seeing the male Zerg still had the strength to bite him, Aix was relieved.

He grabbed the male Zerg’s hands, put them together, and cuffed them with the handcuff he had pieced together.

Mousse was shocked. “Are you going to imprison me?”

He had gone a bit too far, um… very far.

But he didn’t deserve this.

“No, this is just… a game.”

Aix looked at Mousse and said:

“I know Your Highness is indifferent to female Zerg pheromones, unlike other Zerg who can get great pleasure from them.”

“Even though we have a 100% compatibility match, Your Highness’s reaction to my pheromones is far less than my reaction to yours.”

As long as the Prince released his pheromones, Aix would lose himself and sink into them.

But the Prince could always remain calm in Aix’s pheromones.

The Prince’s pheromones were the strongest aphrodisiac for Aix.

But Aix’s pheromones just smelled good to the Prince, far from the point of losing control.

“Because you’re not sensitive to pheromones, Your Highness likes to seek stimulation from other places. I understand,” Aix said.

Mousse: “…”

He didn’t understand.

Thanks to Aix for finding so many reasons for him, but Mousse felt this had little to do with pheromones.

He was just a little bad, and his hobbies were a bit perverted.

Especially when it came to Aix.

It had been obvious from the very beginning.

He tortured Aix as revenge, and also because he could get pleasure from Aix’s pain, a pleasure that was close to pain.

He had been twisted for a long time.

No matter how much he corrected himself, it was only a normal appearance.

Inside, he was already twisted.

He wanted Aix to suffer, and he also wanted Aix to be pleased.

He wanted Aix to bear his twistedness, and he also wanted Aix to love him.

It could only be Aix.

Only Aix could make his heart ache, and only Aix could bring him pleasure.

Perhaps it was because he had hated Aix for a long time, and had loved Aix for even longer.

So, it had nothing to do with pheromones.

It only had to do with Aix.

“I like your pheromones very much,” Mousse said seriously.

Compared to other Zerg’s pheromones, Aix’s were a breath of fresh air.

He especially liked smelling that cool, clear scent and then holding Aix’s hot body.

“It’s different.”

Aix caressed the Prince’s face and said:

“To you, pheromones are a seasoning, something you can take or leave. But to other Zerg, they are the main course.”

“Seasonings are also very important, okay,” Mousse grumbled.

Who would eat a tasteless dish?

“Besides, treating pheromones as the main course, that’s just because they’ve never had anything good.”

Mousse expressed his contempt.

Aix was obviously much more delicious than pheromones.

Thinking of this, Mousse looked at Aix and asked with a frown:

“Are my pheromones a main course for you too? Do you like me more, or do you like my pheromones more?”

Aix was speechless. After a moment, he said with red ear tips:

“I like both… I like you more.”

Mousse couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth. He then raised his hands and shook the wrapped handcuffs, asking:

“So what is this? Is this your way of liking me?”

“Ahem, it’s a game to help you seek stimulation.”

Aix said with a straight face.

Mousse raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Aix clearly knew how twisted and perverted he was, yet he was still playing along with his perversion?

But, was something wrong?

He didn’t like being tied up himself.

He liked tying Aix up.

But it wasn’t impossible to do this once in a while.

He’d just treat it as humoring Aix.

“Alright,” Mousse agreed, and asked Aix, “What are you going to do next?”

Aix was stumped. He hadn’t made any more preparations.

Mousse knew that Aix was still a long way from being a pervert.

This was a female Zerg who had never truly lost his original heart, even when his spiritual domain was shattered, his wings cut off, imprisoned, and kneeling at the feet of his abuser for pheromones.

He was as firm as an unchanging anchor in the midst of chaos.

That’s why Mousse liked him so much.

The more twisted he was, the more he loved Aix’s purity and fortitude.

He loved Aix with a twisted love.

Aix loved him with a pure love.

Mousse sighed softly and said:

“Let me do it.”

His brain worked rapidly, and he began to write a script.

Under the creation of an S-class mental power, the script took shape in an instant.

“Well, well! A dignified Grand Admiral of the military, actually imprisoning a high-level male Zerg at home just to get mental grooming! Aren’t you afraid the Male Zerg Protection Association will come knocking?!”

Mousse quickly got into character, glaring at Aix with an angry face.

Aix was stunned.

Aix’s brain crashed.

Aix tried to organize his words.

Aix couldn’t keep up with the script and ran away in anger.

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