SGT CH58: He Was So Aroused His Scalp Tingled

◎He slept all night with his wings wrapped around him, like an evil dragon guarding its treasure.◎

Mousse deeply experienced how crazy a female who had just come off the battlefield could be.

The Tianjia Emperor’s dark red eyes stared at him intently, as if wanting to devour him completely, bones and all, showing no restraint at all.

When Mousse woke up, he found that it was completely dark around him, and there was something faintly covering him.

Was it a blanket?

He raised his hand to pull down the “blanket” above his head, but what he touched was cold and stiff.

Before Mousse could figure out what it was, the object retreated on its own, revealing light.

With the warm, bright sunlight streaming in through the window, Mousse could also see clearly what had retreated from his body.

It was a huge, pitch-black wing. Even though it had retracted a large part, it could still cover the entire bed.

Mousse had seen this pair of wings before.

Many years ago, on the front lines of the battlefield, the black wings had spread out against the cannon fire, protecting him and all the males in the medical unit.

At that time, these wings seemed even larger, like an indestructible barrier.

Why were Aix’s wings out?

Was his condition so bad that he couldn’t even control his original form?

Mousse turned over and met a pair of crimson eyes.

Unlike the bloodthirsty madness of last night, the darkness in these eyes had now faded, leaving them clear and calm, appearing much gentler.

“Did I scare you?”

The Tianjia Emperor retracted his wings completely, raised his hand to gently stroke the hair of the male in his arms, his movements light and slow, his tone exceptionally gentle.

Mousse shook his head, a little confused.

From the Tianjia Emperor’s eyes, his emotions had stabilized, and his mental state was much better.

But why were his wings still out?

He had even slept all night with his wings wrapped around him.

Like an evil dragon guarding its treasure.

“How long did I sleep?” Mousse asked, surprised to find his voice a little dry and hoarse.

“Six hours,” the Tianjia Emperor said.

Mousse didn’t quite believe it. He felt as if a century had passed.

He opened his terminal and checked the time.

Good heavens.

The Tianjia Emperor had returned at noon on the 4th, and it was now the morning of the 6th.

He had only slept for six hours. The other day and a half were spent being tormented by the crazed Tianjia Emperor.

Mousse pressed down on the hand fumbling at his waist and said with a blank expression:

“Your Majesty, you have already used up next month’s pheromones in advance.”

“I don’t agree,” the Tianjia Emperor’s voice turned cold.

Mousse didn’t understand what he was insisting on.

The egg didn’t need that many pheromones at all.

“Once a week is enough to satisfy the egg’s growth and development.”

Mousse pulled the hand from his waist. Just as he was about to get up, he was pulled back again, his back hitting the Tianjia Emperor’s firm chest.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

Mousse tugged at the arm wrapped around his waist a few times. When it didn’t move, he gave up struggling.

“Drain you dry,” the Tianjia Emperor’s lips landed on the back of Mousse’s neck.

Mousse suspected he wasn’t fully awake. “…Do you know what you’re saying?”

“I know. A high-level male can go at least seven times a day. We’re still short six times today.”

“…That’s the data for a B-class male, and it’s the most basic level, far from the point of being drained dry.”

Mousse really didn’t know where he had heard these things.

Female Tianjia’s understanding of males was always so one-sided and applied mechanically.

“Also, as the level increases, the number of times is no longer a meaningful reference.”

Mousse said coldly, “Didn’t the empire conduct an experiment? An A-class male can mate with a female for a year, only needing sufficient energy supplements and appropriate rest.”

The experiment was forced to stop after only one year.

It wasn’t because the A-class male was drained dry, but because he went mad.

“I am an S-class. Perhaps I can last longer than him.”

Mousse leaned against the Tianjia Emperor, his eyes vacant, and slowly asked:

“Does Your Majesty want to try?”

The Tianjia Emperor lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Mousse closed his eyes, waiting for the nightmare to descend.

“If your level were a little lower, C-class, or E-class, I could…” the Tianjia Emperor murmured in a low voice.

“What?” Mousse opened his eyes in confusion.

“Sisi is very outstanding, very excellent…”

The Tianjia Emperor gently stroked Mousse’s head, his eyes complex.

After a long while, he said:

“I’ve changed the personal guards at the palace.”

Mousse was confused.

What was this? His words were all over the place.

“You changed them to intelligent machines?” Mousse asked.

This had happened more than once.

As early as the second day after their marriage, the Tianjia Emperor had replaced the attendants in his palace with intelligent machines.

A few days later, he had replaced the gardeners in his garden with mentally challenged machines, ruining many flowers.

In addition, the chefs in the dining room, the royal tailors who measured him for clothes, the teachers who gave him lessons… were all gradually replaced by intelligent machines.

Mousse wouldn’t be surprised if the Tianjia Emperor replaced him with a machine in the future, creating an intelligent machine royal consort.

“No, currently there are no intelligent machines that can match the combat power of a high-level female Tianjia.”

The Tianjia Emperor was a little regretful.

“I could only change the personal guards to married military females.”

Mousse: “…”

What was there to regret about?

Aix would have to sleep with a machine sooner or later.

Perhaps he wouldn’t have to wait for the future.

When military females were on the battlefield or on missions, they often slept in their mechas.

They spent more time sleeping with their mechas than with males. The mechas were their true male consorts.

“Go sleep with your mecha then!”

Mousse gave the Tianjia Emperor a push, slipped out of his embrace, and ran into the walk-in closet.

Leaning his back against the door, facing a room full of magnificent clothes, Mousse was dazed for a moment.

Although he was only a male attendant, he was the only male in the Tianjia Emperor’s harem. The financial allocation for the emperor’s harem was all spent on him.

Although he had only been married to the emperor for two months, just the clothes custom-made for him were enough to fill a room.

Although there were many clothes, they all reflected the consistent aesthetic of a female.

Black, white, and a neutral pure gray.

Only a few magnificent formal gowns had some other colors.

It seemed like there were many choices, but it was actually very difficult to choose.

Mousse didn’t like those black, white, or pure gray clothes. They reminded him of his life in the male upbringing institution, just as monotonous and boring.

Wearing a full formal gown was too formal, so Mousse could only wear parts of the gowns.

This way, he could retain some color without looking too grand.

Mousse stayed in the walk-in closet for a long time, pairing an iris-blue asymmetrical shirt with starry-sky trousers.

When he came out, fully dressed, the Tianjia Emperor was already gone.

Mousse didn’t care.

Usually, the Tianjia Emperor left even earlier, often before he woke up.

It was as if those deep thrusts that made his scalp tingle, that intimate entanglement that repeatedly wanted to merge him into his bones and blood, those whispers and caresses before sleep, were all just a dream.

Fortunately, he had long been accustomed to being alone.

[Good morning, Little Cake.]

Mousse was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared. “Morning.”

[The screen was black for nearly two days. Are you okay?]
[The Tianjia Emperor didn’t do anything to you, did he?]

“No,” Mousse tugged at his cuffs, covering the marks on his skin.

The Tianjia Emperor wasn’t exactly rough.

It was just that a male’s recovery ability was not as good as a female’s.

Mousse also had a special constitution. A casual touch would leave marks that were difficult to erase.

Ordinary finger marks and love bites would take more than half a day to fade.

Last night, the Tianjia Emperor had sucked him fiercely. The red and pink marks on his body wouldn’t disappear for two or three days.

With these otherworldly viewers to keep him company and chat with, life wasn’t too boring.
…

In the evening, Mousse rested his chin on his hands, watching the moon from the windowsill.

Footsteps came from behind.

Without turning his head, Mousse knew who it was.

In the entire palace, only one Tianjia could enter his palace without a visit request, and only he would return.

The newcomer hugged him from behind and asked in a low voice:

“What are you looking at?”

“The moon,” Mousse answered without turning his head.

The Tianjia Emperor looked up at the disk in the sky, a little jealous.

“It’s just a satellite that can reflect light. What’s so good to look at?”

Mousse was not happy. “It’s better-looking than Your Majesty.”

“…Perhaps I should destroy it,” the Tianjia Emperor said.

With the Tianjia Empire’s technology, moving or destroying a planet was not a difficult task.

“Your Majesty!” Mousse’s voice rose for a moment.

“The Hollis family has been annihilated, and many nobles in the capital have been implicated and fallen. The noble council has many vacant seats. You should be very busy, right? Please go and do what you should be doing, instead of threatening to destroy my moon.”

The Tianjia Emperor was silent for a moment, his arms around Mousse tightening.

“Sisi, you seem to know the situation in the capital very well.”

Mousse said nothing.

The Tianjia Emperor’s eyes darkened. His gaze fell on the new terminal on the male’s wrist, and his brow furrowed.

“You didn’t go out today, nor did you communicate with any Tianjia… The Hollis family has been annihilated, and the remnants have all been captured. Who else is contacting you, and in what way?”

After speaking, the Tianjia Emperor realized he had misspoken, fell silent abruptly, and his lips tightened.

“You’re even monitoring my terminal.”

Mousse wasn’t too surprised.

He raised his hand to touch the exquisite collar on his neck and asked:

“Isn’t the monitoring of one collar enough for you to control me?”

“Not enough. You are never under my control. You are like a wisp of cloud, a wisp of mist. If I’m not careful, you will leave me.”

The Tianjia Emperor held his hand, caressing it as if to confirm his existence.

“You might as well install monitors all over the palace. Ah no, it’s most convenient to send me directly to prison. Colluding with rebels, assassinating the emperor, the crimes are all ready-made, enough for a death sentence. But it seems males don’t get the death penalty, only a life sentence. I wonder how many Tianjia will patronize me then, woo…”

The Tianjia Emperor covered Mousse’s mouth, gritting his teeth as he picked him up with one hand, carried him away from the window, and pressed him onto the bed.

Mousse’s eyes widened. He struggled to push away the large hand on his face and said loudly:

“Your Majesty, using a male criminal requires consuming military merit points! Especially one like me, it’s very expensive!”

“Shut up.”

The Tianjia Emperor took out a piece of candy cake from his spatial button and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Mmm?” A sweet taste of fruit and flowers spread from the tip of his tongue. Mousse’s eyes lit up. He picked up the candy cake with both hands, took a bite, and squinted his eyes in pleasure. “Delicious!”

Seeing that he liked it, the Tianjia Emperor paused for a moment and took out the entire box of candy cakes.

“Oh my god, can a Tianjia chef actually make food like this?”

Mousse was almost melting from the sweetness. He threw all his unhappiness to the back of his mind and focused on enjoying the delicacy.

This was what a Tianjia should eat. What had he been eating before?

Those Tianjia chefs had no creativity at all, only knowing how to make nutrient solutions and terrible mush.

“It wasn’t made by a Tianjia chef. It’s a tribute from the Star Tree race.”

The Tianjia Emperor reached out, wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and softened his voice.

“Since Sisi likes it, I’ll poach their chefs.”

Literally “poach.”

The more the Tianjia Emperor thought about it, the more he felt it was a good idea. His male couldn’t possibly give his pheromones to a tree, right?

But Mousse didn’t agree immediately.

He knew about the Star Tree race, a race that loved nature. Could they even survive on this imperial capital star, which was full of steel buildings?

Mousse voiced his concerns.

“No problem,” the Tianjia Emperor said.

Even if they can’t live, they have to. Otherwise, I’ll move their home planet over.

Mousse was relieved and continued to enjoy the pastries.

The Tianjia Emperor watched him quietly.

This was the first time Sisi had shown such a relaxed and happy expression since their marriage, but it wasn’t because of him, but because of a box of pastries.

“Sisi.”

“Mmm?” Mousse said, eating his pastry, a soft, questioning sound coming from his nose.

“I am the emperor, and you are my Royal Consort. As long as you wish, you can be my Empress. I can give you the best of everything. Instead of taking orders from those who only dare to hide in the dark, you might as well rely on me directly.”

“Your Majesty…”

Mousse was a little choked. He patted his chest and said:

“Can you wait until I finish eating before you say these things, [translation:yuejianqingtang zhengli]? It’s really ruining my appetite.”

The Tianjia Emperor’s face darkened. He handed over a glass of water and said nothing.

Mousse drank the water, let out a long sigh, and felt much more comfortable.

He secretly glanced at the Tianjia Emperor beside him, who was obviously angry with him and in a bad mood.

He hesitated for a moment, then broke off half of the pastry he had taken a bite of, and then broke that half in half again.

Holding that small piece of pastry, he brought it to the Tianjia Emperor’s mouth.

“Your Majesty, ah—”

Aix held his breath, turned his head away with a straight face, not wanting to pay attention.

But when he glanced at the male’s expectant gaze, he turned his head back. He lowered his head and, from the male’s hand, ate that small piece of pastry.

It was indeed very sweet, to the point of making one want to frown after just one bite.

It was a taste that a female Tianjia would absolutely not like.

But Sisi ate it happily.

For the first time, Aix discovered that his and his male’s preferences were very different.

Not just in eating habits, but also in clothing choices.

The bright clothes on the male were a type he would never choose.

But Sisi looked very good in them.

The bright blue on his male looked like an iris blooming under a starry sky.

Perhaps, they should have more magnificent formal gowns prepared for the Royal Consort.

Aix thought to himself.

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