SGT CH89: Extra I

89: Extra ① Pure-blooded Males and Mixed-blood Tianjia X

◎She is his first love, how could he not like her◎

Had a partner and six cubs.

Aix felt his vision darkening, almost fainting on the spot, barely hearing the male’s subsequent words.

He suddenly recalled the male’s ease when seducing him and throwing himself into his arms, his proficiency when satisfying him.

Such a male, naturally, wouldn’t be experiencing his first time.

But Aix hadn’t expected that he even had six cubs.

It sounded like such a happy and perfect family.

The male was so skilled in dealing with him.

This meant that he had once been green and unfamiliar in front of another female.

That was a side of him he would never see.

The heat surging from the mating period turned into intense anger and jealousy at this moment.

“Then what am I?!”

Aix gripped the male’s shoulders, his crimson eyes seemingly erupting with flames.

—You are a happy and perfect family, what am I?

“Of course, you are my partner.”

Mousse sensed Aix’ mood was wrong, thinking he was trapped in the heat of the mating period and feeling uncomfortable.

So, Mousse wrapped his arms around his neck, took the initiative to lean in, and kissed him soothingly.

Aix wanted to push the male away, his hands resting on his shoulders, but he couldn’t do anything.

The dragon’s possessiveness triggered by the mating period made him want to press the male tightly into his arms, rubbing him into his bones and blood.

Forcing himself not to respond to the male was already the greatest restraint.

Aix gritted his teeth, refusing to reveal the slightest weakness.

Mousse discovered Aix’s tension.

“Don’t worry, I’m here, it’ll be fine.”

Mousse soothed in a low voice, gently sucking Aix’s lips, prying open his teeth bit by bit with the tip of his tongue.

At the same time, he raised his hand, stroking Aix’s back, his slender fingers brushing past the roots of the wings.

Aix suddenly lost his strength, his teeth giving way.

Sweet pheromones poured in, invading every part of his mouth.

“No.”

Before being laid on the ground and opened, Aix, whose mind was confused, was still resisting.

He lightly pressed the male’s hand opening his knees, the force of rejection extremely weak, unable to even stop a cub.

But Mousse stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Mousse looked at him with concern, “Is the ground too cold?”

They were still in the training room.

But it was too late to change places now.

Mousse took off his jacket and spread it on the ground for Aix to lie on.

“Is this better? If not enough…”

Mousse took out fluffy blankets and soft quilts from his spatial button again.

Aix lowered his eyes, his fingers grasping the jacket beneath him that carried the male’s pheromones.

He couldn’t resist, yet couldn’t let himself accept it.

“Your partner… who is it?”

Aix asked in a low voice, his voice harsh.

“It’s you.”

Mousse answered as a matter of course.

Aix’ lowered eyelashes trembled.

The male’s sweet words.

Even knowing they were fake, he was willing to be deceived.

But he must know, know the female who gave birth to six cubs with his male.

“Your, ex-partner…”

Aix suddenly fell silent.

When the male mentioned the past, he used the word “partner”, not “ex-partner”.

Aix closed his eyes in despair.

What on earth was he still expecting?

“Also you.”

Mousse didn’t understand why Aix became lifeless.

After saying this, he remembered that the person in front of him was Aix without past memories.

The disadvantage of being used to recognizing Tianjia by spiritual fluctuations.

He would always subconsciously equate the current Aix with the previous Tianjia Emperor.

But they were not completely equal.

Even with the same soul, there were differences in memory.

Like an amnesiac version of the Tianjia Emperor.

Mousse activated the terminal that could no longer connect to the network, opened the photo album, and showed it to Aix.

“Look, this is our wedding photo from before.”

The screen was presented in front of him. Aix raised his eyes to look. When touching the familiar photo on it, his pupils contracted abruptly.

This was the wedding photo of the Tianjia Emperor and Empress.

He was incredibly familiar with it.

He had faced this half photo day and night.

The reason it was “half” a photo was that he had cropped out that eyesore of a Tianjia female.

What did the male mean by showing him the Tianjia Empress’s wedding photo?

Fooling him?

Thinking he didn’t recognize this extremely famous historical image?

Aix was extremely depressed.

Especially the triumphant smile of that Tianjia with a face similar to his in the photo, which he found particularly piercing.

Seeing Aix’ mood drop even lower, Mousse thought a single picture wasn’t convincing enough, so he opened his Tianjia information page to show him.

Name: Mousse

Gender: Male

Level: SS

…

Number of female masters: 1 (Aix)

Number of cubs: 5 (Aimu, Airuike…)

Only then did Aix’ expression change slightly.

His gaze fell on the extremely retro terminal bracelet on Mousse’s wrist. After a long while, he said:

“Made quite alike.”

Mousse: “…”

Don’t believe it, huh? He still had tons of images!

Mousse showed them to him one by one.

There were family photos.

Images of him attending important events with the Tianjia Emperor.

And some more private images.

Aix was indifferent at first.

They were all images handed down from history.

As a level-ten researcher of the Tianjia Empress, Aix was extremely familiar with every picture.

But when a large number of private photos appeared, Aix’s expression changed.

There were daily life photos of the Tianjia Empress, records of the cubs’ growth, and even intimate contact between the Tianjia Emperor and Empress.

Such images were absolutely impossible to be released to the public as private photos.

“Look, these are all our past.”

Mousse introduced to him:

“This one, we just got married then. You always enjoyed me regardless of the occasion, leaving many marks on me that took a day or two to fade.

“And this one, you took it and sent it to me. You had just laid an egg then, milk was somewhat swollen. Sometimes you would take photos in the office and send them to me, complaining that I didn’t eat you clean.”

“And this one…

The more Mousse introduced, the paler Aix’ face became, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Mousse noticed something wrong with him and hurriedly checked.

“What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

“You are the Tianjia Empress…”

Aix stared at him fixedly.

As if wanting to memorize every part of him, yet also terrified and wanting to flee.

“Yes.” Mousse nodded.

Aix’s lips were pale, his voice full of grief.

“You are not some insect-manufactured male, you come from the past.”

“Right!” Mousse was delighted.

Great, he didn’t need to explain; Aix understood everything.

The Tianjia Emperor and Empress, famous loving partners in Tianjia history.

Only had each other in their lives.

Dependent on each other, trusting each other, cherishing each other, giving birth to six cubs, loving each other for more than seven hundred years…

Aix closed his eyes in despair.

He still lost to that Tianjia female in history.

If it were another female, he could still fight for it.

How could he compete with the Tianjia who loved Empress Mousse for a lifetime?

“Did you approach me because of him?” Aix asked in a low voice.

After all, they looked so alike, were both SSS level, and even had the same name…

Mousse tilted his head. He didn’t approach Aix; instead, Aix found him and appeared in front of him.

But he chose to stay by Aix’ side indeed because of their past.

“Don’t you like me staying by your side?”

Mousse leaned down, lying on Aix and asked.

Aix’s eyelashes trembled.

How could he not like it.

He was his… first love.

During the last mating period, he spent it with his image.

In the nest he built, it was filled with images of Empress Mousse.

The Empress’s best-looking images were all when the Tianjia Emperor was by his side.

At that time, his eyes were very bright.

Clearly doing nothing, just speaking love with his eyes.

Aix was extremely jealous and cropped out all parts of the Tianjia Emperor.

So, when the heat tide came, the Tianjia Empress projected by the hologram looked at him, gazing at him with eyes full of love, smiling at him. Aix instantly fell into spasms of pheromone surge.

In the nest he built, together with the love he stole, he spent the first mating period of his dragon life.

And a few days ago, he met a male extremely similar to Empress Mousse.

And at first sight, he fell into it inextricably.

Of course, he would fall.

Because this was Empress Mousse, the male he loved hopelessly.

Two intimate encounters with the male triggered Aix’s mating period.

This was the second mating period of his dragon life.

“Like, like very much.”

Aix raised his arm to cover his eyes, his voice choking.

He couldn’t hide it.

This was the male he loved deeply, a male from history.

He once thought he would never be able to say this love out loud in his life.

Now he actually had this chance.

Aix was both joyful and painful.

Joyful to see the real Empress Mousse, not a historical image.

Painful because Empress Mousse was the Tianjia Emperor’s empress; he loved another Tianjia, and such love did not belong to him.

Extreme joy and pain mixed together actually aroused Aix’s heat tide.

“Aix, your body is so hot.”

Mousse felt the rise in Aix’s body temperature.

On his full chest, crimson dragon patterns lit up.

Aix gritted his teeth hard to prevent himself from making unbearable sounds.

His wings gathered, restricting the male in his arms, pressing him towards himself, creating more contact, so comfortable that he almost cried out.

Under the shadow cast by the wings, Aix moved the hand covering his eyes, his eyes turned into vertical pupils looking at the male in his arms.

He opened his arms and hugged the male.

“Give it to me.”

Aix whispered in the male’s ear:

“Please, male lord.”

Mousse opened his eyes wide in shock, his teeth knocking against Aix’s chest in fright.

Aix let out a satisfied sigh, thrusting his chest to offer himself.

In the darkness, Mousse couldn’t see, Aix’s narrow vertical pupils flashed with crimson light.

The Tianjia Emperor was dead.

Spouse dead, marriage relationship automatically dissolved.

So, Empress Mousse was now single.

How normal for a single male to form a new marriage with a female.

Even if the Tianjia Emperor resurrected, he couldn’t say anything.

Aix tightly clamped the male deep inside him.

Even if this affection was stolen by him, he wouldn’t let go.

They still had a long time.

One day, the male’s eyes would only see him.

·

Mousse woke up in the quilt.

Around him were piled various sundries.

Clothes, gems, spirit source crystals, horns and bones of large beasts, gold coins, picture albums, posters…

They piled up into a mountain, surrounding him like walls, enclosing him inside.

Mousse almost thought he was kidnapped and transported to some monster nest.

But the mental power extended out told him he was still in Aix’s training room.

Aix did who knows what, actually arranging the training room into this appearance overnight.

Mousse sat up, casually picked up a set of clothes folded by the pillow, and prepared to put them on.

The style of the clothes was very familiar; they were his clothes from before.

But the color was slightly dim, and the touch had a slight difference, more fragile and ancient, with obvious traces of history.

Like… clothes handed down from two thousand years ago.

These were antiques, right?

Mousse looked around and found many similar clothes.

Most of them were worn by him when attending major events before.

Such clothes, generally after the event, would not be worn again and would be sent to places like memorial halls for collection.

Mousse was confused for a moment.

Didn’t Aix have no past memories?

Why collect so many of his previous clothes?

While thinking, Mousse’s wrist touched a hard object, which was something like a player.

As soon as Mousse moved his hand away, a holographic projection was projected.

The platinum long-haired male turned his head to look at his side, revealing a smile.

It was him.

To be precise, it was him more than two thousand years ago.

Mousse still remembered that it was when he and the Tianjia Emperor received leaders of other countries together. The Tianjia Emperor stood by his side.

But at this moment, the part beside the holographic projection was empty.

The photographer would never deliberately photograph him and the Tianjia Emperor separately.

So, someone cropped out the other half of the image.

Mousse glimpsed a poster from the corner of his eye and turned to look.

It was him again on the poster.

Not only that, there were also many scattered picture albums and unposted posters beside it.

Unfolding them to look, they were all his solo photos.

The sky darkened.

Aix, flapping his wings, landed.

Holding a pile of picture scrolls and players in his arms.

Aix placed them one by one.

His expression was serious, as if arranging something very important.

Mousse noticed Aix’s state was a bit wrong.

His eyes turned into vertical pupils, with no emotion in them, but extremely focused, all attention on the things he brought.

Mousse leaned over and tapped on the player.

A light screen projected in mid-air, starting to play his documentary.

Still only his footage, everything else was cut out.

Mousse: “…”

He seemed to know who did these strange things.

Only then did Aix discover the male had woken up. turning to look at the male, joy and excitement surged in his eyes, and even his vertical pupils became much rounder.

Just as he was about to approach, Aix suddenly remembered something, his expression gradually hesitating.

He looked back at the playing image, the unfolded posters…

A pair of crimson pupils suddenly became narrow.

Aix turned around in panic, covering the player with his hand, trying to turn it off.

The thick tail behind him straightened due to tension.

Only then did Mousse notice Aix had grown a tail.

There were more and more non-Tianjia characteristics on his body.

Stimulated by the pheromones of the mating period, the dragon bloodline occupied the dominance of Aix’s body.

Mousse grabbed Aix’s tail and pulled him towards himself.

“Stop hiding, I saw everything.”

“Roar—”

A sorrowful dragon cry came from Aix’s throat.

His claws grabbed the player, wanting to destroy the evidence, but reluctant.

These were all treasures he collected over a hundred years.

They were his favorite nesting materials.

“Come here, talk properly. Why collect these things, and what did you do with them?”

Mousse pressed.

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