SGT CH6

Chapter 6: Willingly Offering Himself

Compared to being humiliated in uniform, simply watching him offer himself up while the prince looked on leisurely was already far better.

And Ax had no right to refuse.

He knew the prince was not in good health.

And the root cause… was him.

Back then, he had been drugged with an aphrodisiac by a male and forcibly taken.

When he woke from the haze, the male was still there, likely too confident to fear consequences.

A dignified prince indeed didn’t need to concern himself with a military female officer with no background.

And any resistance Ax put up would only cost him dearly.

Ax had never regretted his decision that night.

Even if it cost him his wings, everything he had, leaving him waiting to die in a disciplinary cell.

What he hadn’t expected was that the chaos of that night would leave him with a single zerg egg.

The tiny egg had been far too quiet. It had been in his abdomen for three months, and yet he never even felt it.

By the time he learned of its existence, it had already slipped into hibernation due to lack of male pheromones—on the brink of death.

If there was even a sliver of hope to save his offspring, Ax would do anything.

Even if it meant willingly offering himself to the vile male who had once taken him by force.

Ax climbed onto the sofa on his knees.

The room was small, and the sofa was only sized for a single zerg—just enough for a youngling to curl up on and nap.

For a tall adult male, it was just enough to sit comfortably.

But once you added a tall, broad-shouldered female onto it, the space became cramped.

The female knelt on top of him, refusing to press too close. He had to support himself on the sides of the backrest just to stay balanced.

Mu Si wasn’t going to help him—at most, he offered a spot to lean on.

He leaned back against the sofa and looked up at the female’s face.

That look of noble self-sacrifice—restrained and enduring.

How amusing.

His pheromones were practically flooding the room, yet he still managed to look like he was being humiliated.

It made one want to torment him more.

The room was filled with the female’s pheromones—clear and icy, like snow and frost.

If mixed with Mu Si’s sweet, rich scent, it would become something cool and sugary, like an ice cream cake.

But Mu Si had no intention of indulging Ax. He continued to suppress his own pheromones, denying him what he needed.

Even though it was making Mu Si uncomfortable, too.

He watched the female’s breath stutter in urgency, long lashes trembling, cool blue-green eyes utterly losing control and glittering faintly.

The female’s pitiful state filled Mu Si with perverse delight, swelling his chest with malicious satisfaction—he didn’t want to even blink.

“You’re not working hard enough, Lieutenant Ax. You’ll have to try harder if you want my pheromones.”

The moment the words fell, the female leaned in and enveloped him. Strong, lean arms wrapped around him, and warm lips fell on his.

Mu Si froze in place, eyes wide.

“Your Highness, I’ve cleaned myself thoroughly. Even my mouth. Please…”

The female pleaded beside his ear, looking so pitiful.

If this went on, he really might break.

Mu Si reluctantly opened his mouth—and was nearly devoured.

Insectoid body fluids contained a high concentration of pheromones.

Saliva ranked among the top three.

Second was blood.

First… was the one Mu Si had been carefully withholding from Ax.

Since he couldn’t get it directly, Ax went for the next best option—his mouth.

In order to protect his tongue, Mu Si had no choice but to stop resisting and let his pheromones flood into the female.

“You’re despicable!” Mu Si growled through gritted teeth.

He’d actually played the pity card to trick him into giving up his pheromones!

Mu Si finally wrestled his tongue back—only to taste faint blood. His tongue had been bitten.

He hissed and grew even angrier.

He shoved at the female lying atop him, but couldn’t budge him.

The female was drenched in pheromones, eyes unfocused, limp like a broken doll.

Mu Si paused—then decided that having his tongue bitten still made him the bigger victim. He continued pushing at the female’s shoulder.

“Quit acting pitiful and get off! The whole sofa reeks of your pheromones!”

The female’s lashes fluttered. His head tilted slightly, as though he was finally coming to.

But in the next moment, he buried his face in Mu Si’s neck, closed his eyes, and completely passed out.

Mu Si: “…?”

He tilted his head in confusion.

That big of a reaction?

Same thing had happened last night. Once he got pheromones, he just… knocked out cold. Nothing could wake him.

After a long moment of hesitation, Mu Si gave up trying to rouse Ax.

He sat up—only to hiss again as the sore muscles in his back and hips protested.

Damn, that hurt. Was this guy a military mech? Almost broke me in half.

He decided then and there to force the female to take some technical training.

At the very least, he needed to learn to control his strength. No more “accidents” like this.

Mu Si reached out and picked up the female.

Male zergs were considered fragile relative to females.

High-level females were monsters—able to fly across galaxies with their bare bodies, tear through mech armor, and make cosmic beasts look like kittens.

Against that, male zergs looked incredibly vulnerable.

Still, a high-level male could snap a table in half if he really got mad.

Throwing chairs? Easy. Only downside? Couldn’t even scratch a female’s defenses.

In any case, even a still-recovering prince could easily carry a tall, muscular female.

Mu Si tossed Ax onto the bed and covered him with a blanket—one that could hopefully trap the stench of pheromones radiating off him.

Then he turned and saw the mess on the sofa—and groaned.

Yep. He was going to keep squeezing labor out of Ax.

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Ax had a fuzzy, unclear dream.

In it, it was that same night again, in the strange shuttle, with that unfamiliar golden-haired male.

He fought through the drug’s effects to regain clarity, raised his hand to end the male’s life—

Only for his fingers to touch the male’s chest, and see him blink up at him with mismatched, tearful eyes, half accusatory, half sulky:

“You sat on me too hard!”

Ax jolted awake in shock.

That was terrifying.

He could not imagine the prince acting spoiled toward him.

Dream and reality really were opposites.

Ax sat up slowly, realizing he was in that cramped underground room at the prince’s estate.

Something soft and fuzzy lay in his arms.

He looked down to find… a black plush spider.

“…?”

He remembered nothing after receiving the pheromones last night.

No recollection of what happened after.

He frowned and tried to piece things together, but couldn’t remember how the plush toy ended up in his arms.

And he remembered clearly—he’d been on the sofa.

Surely the prince hadn’t carried him to bed and stuffed a plush toy into his arms?

Only males and little ones slept with toys.

Ax rubbed the plush’s soft short fur, his eyes filled with thought and confusion.

This room had once been home to a young zerg.

What kind of youngling would be kept in a small underground room?

Only… one born of an unloved female. An unwanted child.

But the prince had experienced his sexual awakening with him. He hadn’t matured before. There couldn’t have been a child.

So the identity of the youngling who once lived here was even more mysterious.

Ax couldn’t figure it out and gave up trying.

He chalked it up as one of the prince’s estate’s many secrets.

These old noble houses were full of them.

And right now, he could barely protect himself—knowing more wouldn’t help.

Ax set the plush aside and sat up—only for a note to flutter to the floor.

He picked it up and saw a page of flamboyant, beautiful handwriting:

[Clean the damn sofa!
It reeks of your pheromones! Totally ruined! (Angry face)
Also, you seriously need to learn how to serve a male properly.
Instructions are in the video player on the desk.
Study them carefully! I’ll be testing you!]

Just reading the note, Ax could already picture the prince throwing a tantrum.

When angry, that male had the kind of vivid beauty that could cut—a dangerously seductive look.

Ax’s lips unconsciously curved upward—but then he froze.

He slowly lifted a hand to his mouth.

He had really… just smiled.

Lowering his hand, Ax’s expression darkened.

He glared at the handwriting on the note like it was some sort of monster.