SGT CH9: Kissed Him Directly

◎He could only stay by his side, be imprisoned by him, be hurt by him, and suffer in pain.◎

Mousse’s days and nights were reversed during this period. He always did “exercise” with the female zerg at night and caught up on sleep during the day, so his biological clock was also messed up.

When he groggily woke up, two bright moons were reflected on the ceiling. Two moons in the sky meant it was noon.

If it had been three months ago, he would have already worked for a whole morning. But according to his recuperation schedule after being injured, it was still very early.

Mousse lazily turned his neck and stretched his limbs slightly under the covers. His mind was relaxed, and his body felt so comfortable that he couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Mmm, so comfortable. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept so well.”

But why was this bed so uneven, high on one side and low on the other?

Mousse belatedly realized he was sleeping on a female zerg, and had just rolled over on him. He immediately moved away and propped himself up.

Looking down at Aix lying flat on the bed, Mousse’s expression was blank, and he was stunned for a long while.

“Good morning, Your Highness.” Aix quietly observed the prince’s expression. He had sensed it when the prince first showed signs of waking. And because of this, his nerves were tense, ready for anything.

Male zergs generally had morning temper. They were sensitive and irritable right after waking up, and exceptionally difficult to serve. Female zergs would all tacitly avoid appearing before a male zerg at this time. It was just that he was handcuffed and couldn’t avoid it. Bumping into the male zerg like this, he was afraid a round of torment was unavoidable.

Aix quietly waited for the male zerg’s anger to descend. The anticipated torment didn’t come. The male zerg beside him stared at him blankly for a while, then replied, “Good morning.” Aix, on the contrary, didn’t know how to react.

Mousse gradually came back to his senses. The moment he woke up and saw Aix, he almost thought he had returned to more than ten years ago. To that planet perennially shrouded in darkness, in that underground safe house. But the female zerg in his memory wouldn’t call him “Your Highness,” nor would he be handcuffed to the bed.

Mousse’s gaze shifted, landing on the silver handcuffs on Aix’s wrist. He suddenly smiled. This was very good. He could only stay by his side, be imprisoned by him, be hurt by him, and suffer in pain. Only this way could he vent the hatred in his heart.

Mousse viciously pinched Aix’s cheek, reached out to mess up his bangs, and finally leaned over to unlock the silver cuffs on his wrist. He left the other end still attached to the headboard. It would be useful in the future.

Mousse was in a cheerful mood, humming a song as he got past Aix, got out of bed, and went to wash up.

It wasn’t until the prince was out of sight that Aix slowly sat up, moving his somewhat stiff arm, his face full of confusion. Just now… was that the male zerg’s morning temper? Pinching his face, messing up his hair.

Aix couldn’t help but wonder if his colleagues in the military had exaggerated when they spoke of male zergs’ irritability and anger after waking up.

There was no movement from the washroom for a long time. Aix folded the quilt and, after a moment’s hesitation, walked to the washroom door. He saw the prince staring thoughtfully at the toothpaste on the sink.

Was there something wrong with the toothpaste? That kind of sweet-flavored toothpaste should be what male zergs like, right? Could it be… the prince wasn’t used to washing up by himself and needed a zerg to serve him?

Aix took the initiative to ask: “Does Your Highness need service?”

Mousse turned his head and glared at him, “I’m not a cub.” It wasn’t to the point where he needed a zerg to take care of him washing his face and brushing his teeth.

But he had indeed miscalculated. On the sink was cub toothpaste. It was even wood-milk fruit flavored. His favorite flavor during his cubhood.

Although a robot zerg changed it regularly, the toothpaste in front of him wasn’t the one left over from his childhood, but that still didn’t change the fact that it was cub toothpaste. So, had Aix been using this toothpaste all these days?

Mousse looked at Aix. But he found no trace of strangeness in the female zerg’s eyes. The other party didn’t think there was anything wrong with the toothpaste.

Right. Given Aix’s background, he probably had no idea it was cub toothpaste. Perhaps he even thought all male zergs or nobles used this kind of sweet toothpaste.

That night, he had tasted the sweet fragrance of milk-fruit from Aix’s mouth. It was quite delicious.

Mousse’s gaze flickered for a moment. Then, he picked up the female zerg’s toothbrush, squeezed a double portion of cub toothpaste onto it, and handed it to Aix. “Here, brush yourself clean.”

Aix was forced to move to the sink. Seeing the prince diligently washing up beside him through the mirror, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Between him and the prince, there should only be contact for pheromones and the various torments he had to endure. Squeezing toothpaste for the other, standing together in front of the mirror to wash up—it felt more like the interaction between family zergs. The kind of truly intimate, mutually supportive, and interdependent family zergs. Not like them, forcibly bound, each taking what they need amidst harm and humiliation.

Aix was absent-minded. But the habit ingrained in a military female’s bones still allowed him to quickly finish washing up.

Mousse finished a step behind. He put down his cup and looked up. He reached out, grabbed the female zerg’s collar, and with a pull and a push, pressed him down onto the sink.

Aix’s back hit the mirror, and all his thoughts came to a screeching halt. He looked up in astonishment to see the prince leaning in close, sniffing at the corner of his mouth.

“Mmm, a wood-milk fruit flavored female zerg.” Mousse’s voice rose at the end, laced with pleasure. A cold and hard female zerg, paired with such a childishly sweet fragrance, inexplicably whetted one’s appetite.

Mousse moved closer. Just as they were about to touch, he remembered something and tightened his grip on Aix’s collar, warning: “Don’t get entangled and refuse to let go. Don’t bite my tongue. Only the pheromones I give you are yours to take.”

The prince was going to… here… Aix realized, his breath catching. His throat was dry, his lips moved slightly but he didn’t know what to say. He had no right to refuse. And he needed the male zerg’s pheromones, the more the better. It was a good thing that the prince was willing to take the initiative with him.

It was just that as soon as Aix saw the prince’s face approaching, his brain heated up, and his thoughts froze. He completely forgot how to please a male zerg, how to arouse a male zerg’s interest.

The female zerg seemed stunned, but Mousse didn’t need his answer and kissed him directly.

The similar taste of wood-milk fruit met in their mouths. It was just that they were mixed with their respective pheromones, one appearing sweeter, the other cooler. But soon, the difference became indistinguishable. The taste of wood-milk fruit dissipated completely, leaving only the gradually fusing pheromones.

“Ding, your lunch has been delivered.” The electronic announcement of a robot zerg came from outside the door. A meal delivery at this time… it was the female zerg’s pregnancy nutrition meal.

Mousse, who was interrupted, was a little displeased. He frowned and pulled back, releasing the female zerg’s collar and straightening up. “Go get the meal.” Mousse gave the order and then stopped looking at the female zerg, coldly tidying his collar in the mirror and calming his breathing.

Aix slowly walked out of the washroom. As soon as he was out of the male zerg’s line of sight, he raised a hand to support himself against the wall. His condition was actually worse than the prince’s. His collar had been torn by the prince, and his pants were soaked with pheromones, completely unwearable. It was just that he was better at controlling his body, so he didn’t let the prince see any signs.

The prince’s pheromones had too great an effect on him. Or perhaps it was more than just the pheromones.

Aix lowered his eyes, leaned against the wall for a moment to recover, and then started walking again, but his steps were not as steady and firm as before. He opened the door and brought the food in. And before the prince came out of the washroom, he changed into a new set of clothes.

When Mousse came out and saw Aix in a new set of clothes, he didn’t think much of it. After all, the female zerg had been wearing pajamas before; he had to change clothes eventually.

There was only one sofa in the room, which naturally belonged to Mousse. Aix stood in the corner, eating quickly.

Mousse glanced at the female zerg who had retreated to the corner. He absent-mindedly thought, it was time to add some things to this room.

First, change the toothpaste. The taste from the female zerg’s mouth was okay once in a while, but he didn’t want to keep using sweet toothpaste meant for pacifying cubs.

Then add a chair. He couldn’t have Aix shrinking into the corner to eat every time he was there. It was quite boring.

Should the bed be changed to a double-zerg bed? But, he had just discovered today that he was actually quite particular about his bed. He could sleep soundly in a familiar bed. He liked this bed. He had a rare good night’s sleep last night and didn’t want to change the bed. Let’s just keep it as it is. It would be perfect for tormenting Aix with the small, crowded bed and his numbed body from being pressed down.

Mousse looked up and saw that Aix had already finished eating. Mousse was shocked. So fast? How long had it been? Did female zergs just swallow their food whole?

It would be understandable if it were a liquid nutrition meal, but after his instructions, Aix’s nutrition meal had been changed. Changed to food where you could clearly see the ingredients used. Normal food in Mousse’s eyes. It’s not like any zerg was competing with him. Why eat in such a hurry? Wasn’t he afraid of choking to death?

Mousse complained internally. Then he saw that after Aix met his gaze, he quickened his pace of clearing the dishes and quickly came to his side to wait. Mousse, who had nothing for him to do: “…”

He seemed to know the reason why the female zerg ate so quickly. He was afraid he wouldn’t let him eat, afraid he would deliberately make things difficult, afraid he would have other orders. In short, it was all because of him. In front of him, Aix could only be cautious and careful to please.

Mousse felt no guilt. And upon discovering that Aix was constantly paying attention to his needs, he felt very pleased.

Then let’s continue arranging the home goods that need to be added or changed. A chair, toothpaste, a few more sets of his pajamas, and a few sets for Aix as well… he had just torn one in the washroom.

Mousse opened his terminal and sent the request to the butler.
【Scum Gong Value -1】
【Current Scum Gong Value: 74】

Hearing the prompt, Mousse looked up blankly at the live broadcast light screen. The scum gong value decreased? Was it because Aix had just finished a nutrition meal? The delay was a bit high.

Just as he was about to look away, new text jumped out.
【Pregnant females need appropriate exercise. It has been detected that the female consort has not stepped out of the room for many days and lacks exercise】
【Trigger guidance task: Supervise the female consort in exercising】

Exercise? Doesn’t moving on him count as exercise? Mousse thought for a moment, then reopened his terminal, tapped the virtual screen a few times, and contacted the doctor.

“What kind of exercise do pregnant females need?”

The other side quickly replied: “There is no fixed requirement for this. Sub-females generally take walks, swim, and do aerobics. Female zergs, especially military females, will have a larger amount of exercise. They usually enter the training room for one to two star-hours of basic training.”

Training room… This seemed like a good place to torment a zerg.

Mousse’s eyes darted around. He closed the terminal, stood up, and said to Aix: “Come with me. I’ll take you to a good place. you’ll definitely like it.”

Hearing the prince say this, Aix prepared himself for suffering. However, when the prince led him towards the punishment room, his face still changed.

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