SGT CH57: The Tianjia Emperor Goes Mad

◎Can’t you stand being lonely for even a moment? The Tianjia Emperor almost gritted his teeth to pieces.◎

“You mean… I have to be good to His Majesty the Emperor, love him deeply, or else I’ll die?
“Is this Aix’s new way of monitoring me? It’s certainly more creative than the previous ones.”

Mousse looked at the so-called “Scum Gong Reformation Livestream” and the scrolling comments on it, a cold smile on his face.

If the words in the comments were said by Aix to his face, he would first stab Aix in the heart, then stab himself.

It’s just death.

Eternal slumber was much more comfortable than being alive.

But he would have to take painkillers first.

He was afraid of pain.

Of course, this was the ideal situation. The reality was that after what had happened before, Aix would surely be on guard against him.

He wouldn’t even have the chance to draw a blade in front of Aix.

Unless he used his mental power…

A proud female Tianjia would, of course, never imagine that mental power could also be used for attack.

As Mousse was designing his own death in his mind, eagerly anticipating it, he heard a “beep” notification.

【Scum Gong Value +5】
【Current Scum Gong Value: 71】

“What’s this?” Mousse was confused.

The audience was even more baffled.

[???]
[No way? He hasn’t done anything. The previous increase in scum gong value could be attributed to the assassination, but now the Tianjia Emperor isn’t even here. Why is the scum gong value still rising?]
[Is there a bug with the values in this world? The initial scum gong value was low, but it keeps rising without stopping.]

Seeing the comments full of question marks, and that no one seemed to understand the reason for the value change, Mousse couldn’t help but ask:

“What are the rules Aix set? Didn’t he tell you?”

[No, Little Cake, the livestream has nothing to do with the Tianjia Emperor.]
[We weren’t sent by your wife to monitor you either.]
[This is the Scum Gong Reformation Livestream that travels through various times and spaces. It comes in response to lingering obsessions and relies on binding to scum gongs for reformation, changing stories that would have originally headed towards a bad ending into a happy ending, achieving a perfect outcome.]

“Your script is really well-written. You’re so into it, you’re not actually taking it seriously, are you?”

Mousse propped up his chin, full of interest, with a look that said, “I’m watching you make this up.”

[We’re telling the truth, why don’t you believe us?]
[Little Cake No. 1 believed it.]

Mousse didn’t know who “No. 1” was. Probably some unlucky soul just like him.

As for why he didn’t believe…

“Because I am a male, and livestreams like this have followed me since childhood, only disappearing after marriage.”

Mousse opened his terminal, randomly clicked on a livestream website, and the homepage was filled with one male livestream room after another.

Most were underage males.

They stayed in white-walled rooms that looked like they were replicated from a template, wearing pure white clothes, with blank collars around their necks, doing similar things in a dull manner.

A small portion were adult males.

However, their clothing and room decorations were also similar, because Tianjia all raised males the same way.

The only difference was that adult males had more styles of collars, on which one or more names would be engraved.

That represented the females who owned them.

The Tianjia and Zerg came from the same origin, both with more females than males, which led to males being exceptionally “valuable.”

There were very few females who could possess a male alone.

Most females could only jointly purchase a male for shared use.

Mousse also had such a collar.

Ah no, he had many.

He could even switch them out to match his mood and outfit for the day.

Each one was exquisitely made, like a work of art, but that didn’t change their fundamental nature.

They represented that he belonged to Aix, to the Tianjia Emperor.

He was the Tianjia Emperor’s private property.

The homepage pushed up a livestream room where a multi-Tianjia activity was in progress.

Mousse’s expression turned ugly, and he abruptly closed the terminal.

The livestream room went black for a moment before recovering.

[I was just about to say that the Tianjia’s livestream style is so consistent, like it came from a template, then the screen suddenly went black.]
[White rooms, white clothes, like an experimental observation room. It’s so oppressive.]
[Staying in a place like that for a long time would drive one mad, wouldn’t it?]
[Did Little Cake live a life like this before? My heart aches for him, hugs.]
[This is too strange. Why make males stay in rooms like this? Won’t they really develop mental problems?]

Mousse looked at the comments in surprise, a little taken aback.

They were actually concerned about the mental problems of males.

“I now believe this light screen wasn’t arranged by Aix, and you are definitely not Tianjia.”

No Tianjia would think there was anything wrong with a male living in such an environment.

Because it had always been like this, because it was how it was supposed to be.

Mousse was a little curious about their race.

“Could you be Zerg? It’s said that Zerg believe male Zerg should live in brightly colored, vibrant rooms.”

[Diagnosed as Zerg after going online today.]
[No, we don’t have pheromones or mental power, nor can we Zergify and transform. We’re from another time and space, not in the same universe.]

“Are your males taken away by the empire to be raised and then sold after they come of age?”

[Of course not!]

“What about the females?”

[Not them either.]

“That’s really nice.”

As Mousse was chatting with the audience, he suddenly noticed the alarm had stopped, and the red light outside the window had also disappeared.

This meant the rebellion in the imperial capital had been suppressed.

Faster than he had imagined.

Mousse threw on a piece of clothing and got out of bed. He stepped barefoot onto the soft, white plush carpet and walked towards the palace gate.

The Tianjia Emperor only said he couldn’t leave the palace, but he didn’t say he couldn’t go to the gate to have a look.

He opened the door and smelled a hint of gunpowder in the night wind.

Mousse looked up at the night sky and could see ships and mechas taking off one after another in the distance, as well as police flyers busy moving among them.

Aix should have left the imperial capital by now.

The beautiful male, dressed in thin clothes, leaned against the doorway, gazing at the distant sky, a hint of sorrow between his brows, mysterious and beautiful like a cloud.

The personal guards standing guard outside the palace were momentarily stunned.

After a long while, the chief guard came back to his senses, slowly walked forward, and asked:

“Your Highness the Royal Consort, are you worried about His Majesty’s safety?”

“Why would His Majesty need my worry?”

Mousse looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and sighed softly.

Such a beautiful night, yet he was under house arrest and couldn’t go outside to look at the moon. What a pity.

The Royal Consort was looking at the moon, and the personal guards were all looking at the Royal Consort.

The Royal Consort said he wasn’t worried, but his eyes were always filled with a thin layer of melancholy.

Even a military female as tough as steel and unfeeling would feel pity and want to resolve his sorrow and smooth his slightly furrowed brows.

The chief guard’s voice softened unconsciously.

“Please rest assured, Your Highness the Royal Consort. His Majesty is unparalleled in this era. No Tianjia can surpass him. Once he has crushed the ambitions of the Hollis family, he will return to the capital to accompany you.”

They trust Aix that much?

Mousse looked at the surrounding personal guards.

When talking about the Tianjia Emperor’s strength, no Tianjia’s face showed any doubt or worry. It was all unanimous reverence and conviction.

This was the influence of the Empire’s Supreme Military Commander, the Tianjia God of War.

The battlefield was Aix’s domain.

No one could seize power from Aix through armed struggle.

Assassination was even more impossible.

Mousse guessed that Aix’s strength was even beyond SS.

The legendary SSS-class, the ceiling of the known universe.

And a female Tianjia known for his physical prowess, whose body was so strong it was beyond the comprehension of many cosmic races.

Even if a legion and a star-destroyer were deployed to bomb the planet Aix was on into dust, Aix might not necessarily die.

For such a powerful Tianjia, besides the erosion of time and his own suicide, there was nothing else that could kill him.

“Your Highness the Royal Consort, the wind is strong outside, and the air is full of the smell of gunpowder. It’s not pleasant. Please return to the palace to rest.”

The chief guard urged in a low voice.

Although he really wanted to look at the Royal Consort more, males were all frail, and the Royal Consort was dressed so thinly…

More importantly, the Royal Consort’s attraction was too great. The pheromones of the personal guards under his command were getting a little out of control.

If any scandal were to happen, His Majesty the Emperor would surely tear them apart, in the physical sense.

“It really doesn’t smell good…”

Mousse frowned slightly and turned back to the palace.

The bright moon was obscured by dark clouds. The Royal Consort had left, but the personal guards were still staring at the palace gate in a daze.

“His Highness the Royal Consort’s pheromones… are so sweet.”

A personal guard said in a low voice.

The chief guard’s stern gaze swept over.

Normally, he would have definitely given that subordinate a harsh scolding, but now…

He was closest to the Royal Consort and was most affected. He couldn’t even speak right now.

The pheromones of an S-class male were truly terrifying.

Mousse was annoyed by the scent clinging to him. He unfastened his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

As the night robe slipped from his shoulders, the terminal on Mousse’s wrist lit up, and a communication request popped up.

He glanced at the name displayed on it.

Hollis, speaker of the noble council.

The instigator of this rebellion.

The Tianjia Emperor is almost at the battlefield.

At a time like this, instead of thinking about how to fight the Tianjia Emperor, why is he sending him a communication request?

How baffling.

Mousse took off his terminal bracelet and threw it into the bathtub.
…

On the other side, in his mecha, Aix stared at the unanswered communication request, his face as dark as water.

At the top of the terminal, the pheromone detection prompt was still constantly flashing.

【Pheromone concentration 33%】
【Pheromone concentration 35%】
【Pheromone…】

Aix had never found these few words so glaring.

He had only been gone for less than half a night, and his Royal Consort’s pheromone levels were already rising.

Can’t you stand being lonely for even a moment?

Aix almost gritted his teeth to pieces.
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Mousse had originally thought that the Tianjia Emperor’s departure from the imperial capital this time, what with suppressing the rebellion and dealing with the aftermath, would take at least a week or two.

Unexpectedly, on the third day at noon, he saw Aix.

He was still taking a nap at that time, vaguely sensing something. He woke from his sleep to see a tall figure sitting by his bed.

The Tianjia Emperor sat with his back to the light, dressed in a marshal’s uniform, still carrying the smell of gunpowder.

It seemed he had rushed back right after getting off the battlefield, without even changing his clothes.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting by his bed, watching him.

Perhaps because of the backlight, those crimson eyes, a signature of high-level Tianjia, appeared a terrifying dark red.

Very scary.

“Your Majesty, you scared me.”

Mousse rubbed his eyes and was about to turn his back to him when he was suddenly scooped up from the bed.

His body was tightly encircled by strong, powerful arms. His front was pressed against a military uniform with metal buckles and a cold belt. Mousse was in so much pain from the pressure that he was completely awake.

The black-haired head was buried in his neck, breathing hot breaths, deeply sniffing the scent on his body.

Mousse grabbed the Tianjia’s hair, trying to pull him away. Naturally, he couldn’t move him.

Mousse gave up and asked:

“Your Majesty, what are you doing?”

“Fucking you.”

The Tianjia Emperor’s muffled voice came, and the lips on his collarbone began to move. The hand on his waist started to pull at his sash.

Mousse was stunned.

If he remembered correctly, he had just stabbed the Tianjia Emperor with a dagger three days ago.

Is the egg lacking pheromones?

That’s not right either.

“The egg only needs to be nourished once a week. I gave you pheromones five days ago.”

Mousse struggled, trying to push him away.

“Five days ago, hah, you remember so clearly.”

The Tianjia Emperor pushed Mousse down onto the soft quilt, his body covering him, enveloping him.

Calloused fingers caressed Mousse’s cheek. Mousse turned his head to avoid them, and this action seemed to anger the female on top of him.

The Tianjia Emperor turned his face back, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“A male’s stamina is far more than once a week. A high-level male can go more than seven times a day. Who else do you want to give your pheromones to?”

Mousse was baffled by the question. “What are you going crazy about?”

“Going crazy? No, I’m very clear-headed. You are my Royal Consort, my male. Your pheromones can only be for me.”

The Tianjia Emperor tore open Mousse’s sash, his dark red eyes staring at him intently. His pheromones, carrying the scent of ice and snow, slowly flowed out, staining Mousse.

Mousse’s heart panicked from being stared at.

But his body, upon coming into contact with the female’s pheromones, quickly released his own.

This had become his instinct.

Mousse’s mind was in turmoil, and the release of his pheromones made him even more uneasy.

The Tianjia Emperor’s mental state was already not good, and he had just come from the battlefield, at a time when his spiritual domain was at its most violent and crazed.

He felt the Tianjia Emperor was going to tear him apart and eat him.

Mousse wanted to escape, but he couldn’t get away at all. He had just climbed up when he was pressed down onto the pillow.

His hand subconsciously reached under the pillow and, of course, found nothing.

“Looking for something? This?”

The Tianjia Emperor, while squatting down to swallow him, took out an exquisite dagger from his spatial button and looked down at him from above, the corners of his eyes flushed with the crimson of arousal.

Mousse’s pupils shrank.

The Tianjia Emperor didn’t have sadistic tendencies before, but after that day, it was uncertain.

The Tianjia Emperor held Mousse’s hand, brought the dagger to it, closed his fingers around it, and helped him grip the hilt.

“Hold on tight. Don’t cut yourself.”

“What do you mean?” Mousse looked at the blade back in his hand, confused.

“Didn’t you want to kill me? I’m giving you this chance. Hiss, so deep… If you can kill me, that is. But stabbing the heart is useless.”

The Tianjia Emperor took a short, sharp breath, but did not stop.

At the same time, he held Mousse’s hand, making him raise the dagger, and stretched his neck towards it.

“If you can cut my head off, you might actually be able to kill me.”

“You lunatic!”

Mousse cursed. His body was trembling with anger, and his hand was also shaking.

But he was still being led by the Tianjia Emperor, the trembling tip of the dagger getting closer and closer to his neck.

Mousse suddenly broke free from the restraint and threw the dagger to the ground.

“Sisi doesn’t like to play with daggers anymore? How about an energy gun?” The Tianjia Emperor unholstered the gun at his waist during a deep squat, leaned over, and handed it to Mousse.

However, this leaning forward changed the angle, and he suddenly brushed past a certain spot. The Tianjia Emperor’s body went limp, and he could no longer maintain his posture, nearly collapsing on top of Mousse. He buried his head, wretchedly trying to even his breathing.

Mousse took the energy gun from his hand.

The Tianjia Emperor looked up, his eyes red, and looked at him with pursed lips.

Mousse stuffed the gun behind the pillow.

Meeting the Tianjia Emperor’s insistent gaze, Mousse sighed softly, reached out to embrace his head, kissed him on the corner of his mouth, and said:

“Your Majesty, this is an advance on next week’s pheromones.”

“No,” the Tianjia Emperor pursed his lips, refusing to agree.

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