SGT CH85: Extra I

85: Extra ① Pure-blooded Male and Mixed-blood Tianjia X

◎Aix: “You want to be my male lord?”◎

Aix brought the long-haired beauty back to the spaceship.

A small episode occurred in between.

When Aix was preparing to take the person away, some tall passersby with different appearances surrounded him, demanding that he let the person go.

Aix swept his gaze over their crimson eyes.

These guys… were all mixed-blood Tianjia.

Previously, when the long-haired beauty was sitting on the bench, these mixed-blood Tianjia had gathered nearby, passing by the rest area countless times, wanting to approach but afraid to do so due to the icy mental power around the beauty that kept people thousands of miles away.

“Do you know them?”

Aix asked the person in his arms.

Mousse didn’t even lift his head, burying himself in Aix’ arms and shaking his head.

In this strange future, he knew no one.

“I only have you.”

Mousse said softly, clutching Aix’ clothes tightly.

Hearing the soft voice full of dependence from his arms, Aix’ crimson eyes lost focus for a moment.

When he raised his eyes to look at the mixed-blood Tianjia blocking the way again, Aix’ gaze suddenly became sharp.

His eyes contracted into narrow vertical pupils, and the coercion belonging to SSS level was suddenly released, forcing the mixed-blood Tianjia to prostrate on the ground.

Tianjia were originally a race with distinct hierarchy and extreme admiration for strength.

Previously, Aix restrained his aura and wore a collar that changed his appearance, so these mixed-blood Tianjia dared to come up and block him.

Once the SSS-level aura was released, the identity of the person in front of them was clearly revealed.

The mixed-blood Tianjia were so scared that their legs went weak and their whole bodies trembled. Where was the arrogance from before?

Aix returned with the beauty in his arms.

The adjutant watched helplessly as the always wise and mighty Marshal lost his head and brought that obviously problematic person onto the spaceship.

He hurriedly chased after him and advised from the side:

“Marshal, there are no empty rooms on the spaceship. How about forgetting it?”

“This is indeed a problem.”

Aix frowned slightly.

Then, he looked at the person in his arms and softened his voice:

“You stay in my room first. Mine is more spacious.”

Mousse nodded.

It was only natural for him to live with Aix.

It was just that… this Aix’ attitude was a bit strange.

He was too careful and reserved towards him.

As if he didn’t know him at all.

But if he didn’t know him, why would he let him hug him and let him wipe tears on his clothes?

Mousse couldn’t figure it out.

However, as long as the Tianjia in front of him was Aix, it was enough.

Mousse followed Aix into the room.

The adjutant following behind almost went crazy.

It was one thing to bring a person of unknown origin onto the spaceship, but why arrange for him to stay in the Marshal’s own room?

Obviously, there were countless honey traps before. regardless of gender, age, or race, the Marshal never paid any attention.

Why did he inexplicably lose his head this time?

The door opened again, and Aix walked out of the room, closing the door casually.

The adjutant looked at him in surprise, “So fast?”

Aix: “…”

“Throw those things out of your head.”

Aix asked with a straight face: “Did you check his identity?”

Seeing that the Marshal was still sober and not confused, the adjutant straightened his back immediately and replied:

“Checked, but couldn’t find anything.”

Aix frowned slightly, “What do you mean?”

“He suddenly appeared in the aerospace port. There were no records before that.”

The adjutant called up the image and continued:

“Moreover, none of the various races in the universe have his identity data—he is undocumented.”

Aix looked silently at the image.

In the bustling hall, the long-haired beauty in luxurious clothes appeared out of thin air, stood blankly for a few seconds, and then went straight to the nearest guide station.

Such spatial technology of teleporting out of thin air was rare among the countries in the universe.

But not few.

His hostile forces were all possible.

Aix zoomed in on the image and asked:

“What is he browsing?”

“Some historical data of the Tianjia race.”

“Tianjia… history?”

Aix frowned in thought.

“Everyone knows your dominant bloodline is Tianjia. As soon as he appeared, he checked these, and seemed to know in advance that you were coming, waiting in the aerospace port ahead of time. It’s clearly aimed at you!”

“Moreover, there is no information about him in the databases of various races in the universe. I suspect…”

The adjutant paused, but still voiced his guess:

“I suspect he is an android created specifically to target you!”

Android…

Aix recalled the temperature in his arms earlier, the exceptionally pleasant scent, the tears wetting his clothes…

Could he be an android?

Such an incredibly beautiful person was indeed beautiful to the point of being illusory.

Even if he truly existed, it was history that had passed…

“It’s also possible he changed his appearance… certain races possess strong mimicry abilities.”

Like Aix’ own tentacle monster bloodline.

High-level tentacle monsters possess mimicry abilities that no technology can see through.

Androids and mimicry, Aix couldn’t say which one was easier to accept.

Regardless of the truth, one thing was clear: this blonde beauty was of unknown origin and had malicious intentions.

The adjutant asked: “Marshal, what do you plan to do now?”

Aix thought for a moment and said:

“He’s hungry. I’ll go to the restaurant to get him a meal.”

Saying that, Aix strode past the stunned adjutant towards the restaurant.

Halfway there, Aix stopped, turned his head to look at the adjutant with suspicious eyes, and then looked at his own door not far away.

Tentacles extended from Aix’ back and dragged the adjutant away.

And instructed: “He needs rest. Don’t hang around the door if you have nothing to do.”

Adjutant: “…”

“You know he has problems! Yet you keep him?”

“I have my plan.”

Aix said with a serious face.

A few minutes later.

Aix carried a set meal most popular among various races on the spaceship, a meal preferred by Zerg males, and a nutrient solution loved by tentacle monsters…

Thanks to his many tentacles, otherwise he couldn’t carry so many trays.

Aix walked hurriedly.

Only ten minutes apart, he began to miss him.

Missing the scent on his body.

That was an extremely special sweetness.

Making Aix dream about it and instinctively pursue it.

Returning to the room, but didn’t see anyone.

The sound of water came from the bathroom.

Aix’ body stiffened.

The designer of this spaceship came from the Zerg race.

The designed rooms also had a strong Zerg style.

For example, a very spacious large bed, a wall that could be switched to a mirror with one click, and a transparent frosted glass bathroom.

In the past, only Aix, a Tianjia, lived here, and he didn’t feel any inconvenience. Now…

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, uncontrollably imagining the scene of the beauty bathing, Aix felt blood rushing all over his body, his face hot.

Even the tentacles holding the trays turned bright red.

He stiffened his body, trying hard to control his eyes not to look around, lowering his head to place the food he brought on the dining table one by one.

But when bending over to place the food, his gaze still unconsciously and quickly glanced in the direction of the bathroom.

Mist filled the entire bathroom, and the glass also turned gray-white.

Only the blurred outline inside could be seen.

Platinum long hair fell down, moving lightly with the sound of water.

Aix quickly withdrew his gaze.

Clearly seeing nothing clearly, his face became hotter.

His body felt like it was about to burn, steaming hot.

He retracted the tentacles that were so red they seemed about to drip juice, sat down on one side of the dining table, gathered his coat, kept his legs together, and sat straight.

When Mousse came out of the bathroom, he saw Aix sitting stiffly and looking straight ahead.

“I just came in and saw nothing.” Aix said.

“Oh…?”

Didn’t see what?

Mousse raised his hand to brush his slightly wet hair and sat down opposite the dining table.

He didn’t like using dryers, which would make his hair and skin very dry.

Usually at this time, the Tianjia Emperor would take the initiative to get a towel to wipe it for him.

Mousse looked at the Tianjia opposite him.

The other party was also looking at him, with more amazement and admiration in those crimson eyes.

Although he was sure the Tianjia in front of him was Aix, they had the same soul and the same spiritual fluctuation.

But this Aix obviously didn’t have any previous memories.

Aix suddenly said:

“Your hair being wet like this will catch a cold… let me wipe it dry for you.”

After speaking, Aix almost wanted to bite off his tongue.

All high-level races, how could wet hair catch a cold?

Proposing this seemed like he wanted to take advantage.

Mousse was slightly surprised, then smiled.

“Okay.”

Female Tianjia had poor imaginations.

Until seeing the smile of the blonde beauty in front of him, Aix finally knew what “when he smiles, the whole world lights up” meant.

He watched in a daze, and only after a long while did he get up, come behind the beauty, take a towel from the spatial button, and gently wipe it for him.

Mousse was accustomed to such care and didn’t pay special attention.

He looked at the large table of food in front of him, selected a few items that looked pleasing to the eye, and brought them to him.

Forking a flower-shaped pastry to try, his eyes lit up immediately.

So good, looking good and tasting good.

Mm, this is also delicious.

Actually this taste, so special.

More than two thousand years had passed, and the diet of various races in the universe had also changed.

All the food in front of him was very novel to Mousse.

Aix quietly observed his choices.

Tastes were more inclined towards Zerg males.

But behaving a bit strangely…

Wanting to try every kind of food, as if he had never seen these things.

Obviously some of these foods were well-known throughout the universe.

Did he live in some isolated place before?

Aix thought of something, and his gaze became somewhat lonely.

…Android.

An android coming out of a laboratory who had never been exposed to normal food.

Indeed a trap set for him.

But knowing it was a trap, he walked in soberly.

“What do you want to get from me?”

Aix gently lifted his hair to wipe it, asking in a low voice.

Mousse looked up in confusion and said:

“I’m full, don’t need anything else.”

Refusing to say?

It seemed the plot was big.

Aix lowered his eyes, weighing in his heart.

He knew very well that he couldn’t give up the person in front of him.

Even if this was a poisoned hook, he would eat it.

However, he was the Marshal of the Galaxy Alliance, and he needed to be responsible for the people of the Alliance.

If one day, this would harm the interests of the Galaxy Alliance…

“I’m sleepy.”

Mousse yawned, raised his hand to touch his hair, felt it was almost dry, and got up to walk towards the bed.

“I’m going to sleep for a while,” Mousse lifted the quilt and looked back at Aix: “Do you want to join?”

Join what?

Aix’ gaze fell on the lifted quilt, on the palace-style silk pajamas worn by the person by the bed, on his fair and smooth wrists…

The heat that had cooled down with difficulty rose again.

This was a honey trap, a poison coated with sugar.

Everything was obvious from the moment this beauty, who seemed like a replica of that Tianjia Empress in history, appeared.

Aix walked over.

Pinched the beauty’s chin, looked deeply at him, and said:

“You know, my dominant bloodline is Tianjia, the most paranoid and crazy Tianjia bloodline. Once you give yourself to me, you can’t go back.”

“Dominant bloodline…”

Mousse looked at him blankly, puzzled in his heart, “What do you mean?”

Still pretending?

Aix chose to cooperate with his performance.

“It means, once you are possessed by me, you will belong to me forever.”

Mousse frowned.

This was indeed the concept of Tianjia.

Males possessed by females belonged to females.

Mousse was willing to be with Aix forever, but he didn’t like this saying.

As if he lost his autonomy and freedom forever.

“No.”

Mousse deliberately pricked him: “Why isn’t it you being possessed by me, belonging to me forever?”

Aix was slightly stunned, his expression somewhat odd.

“You want to be my male lord?”

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